Cancerousklok Chapter 21: Mayhemklok, a metalocalypse fanfic

AN 2/09: Woo! Another Chapter up! If you haven't seen my profile lately, there's been an update! Tomorrow is Runa's birthday! Yay! Ivan's picture is up and a dudes who I think would make awesome real life references to Yakov, Munkittrick, Van Winkler and Korshunova! Ivan's dude is like, -hearts- Just imagine blond hair and we're good to go! lol Better backgrounds too :D A few more chapters guys and Cancerousklok is done with it's updating. Reunionklok might get a few tweaks too before the next chapter is up and running. Thanks for your support! Love you all!

GAH! I'm sorry for the wait again guys! But life has been… weird. I have come to the conclusion that I was living out a twisted love scenario from "Ouran High School Host Club", this coming to mind when my friend, in which he said I'm like his sister, called and told me he's in Kentucky, and possibily never coming back. The twins could be my former freshmen woodshop buddies xD

Track of Choice: "Julliet" by Emilie Autumn

Chapter 21: Mayhemklok

As the stage was jostled from side to side by whatever was happening beneath them, the bands tried to keep their footing with little luck as everyone fell down. Pickles toppled out of his seat, narrowly missing a bullet as it pierced the monitor behind him causing broken glass and sparks to rain down. Runa gasped as she clutched her shoulder, unfortunately getting grazed by one of the lethal projectiles, blood flowing at a steady pace through her fingers. The other bullet lodged itself in an amp by Moira's feet. A large crack was heard as the stage began to tear at the middle, the crevice no more then three inches wide with fire spouting from the center before dying down.

Some of the snipers on the cat walk fell off, a few breaking their legs or neck and others landing on the equipment. The attackers jumped on stage; no one could tell where their alliance laid. Were they Undertakers or Revengencers? It didn't matter as a small battalion of Klokateers intercepted them with their medieval weaponry. They were still out numbered though, and so many of the intruders went after the bands.

Moira rolled away just in time as one of the assailants brought the butt of his rifle down where her head had been moments ago. Nathan wasted no time in grabbing the man, throwing him as far as he could back into the crowd to knock down a group of people coming their way. Turning back to the petite woman, he helped her to her feet.

"You ok?" he said, already out of breath. His heart was racing. They were under attack… Moira was in the greatest danger. He had to protect her better then that Ivan fuck.

"We have to get out of here!" she said frantically. Looking to her left, she saw Bloodyfist engage in battle, having successfully disarming her opponent to a fair advantage. As the man ran to her, she crouched then shot forward, colliding her shoulder into his stomach and sending him flying over her shoulder as she stood. The move would make any NFL player proud. As the man landed on the floor, she turned and grabbed another man backing up to her and did a pile driver, cracking both of their heads. Moira and Nathan separated as someone opened fire. Who were they after, they couldn't tell. Within seconds both were fighting for their lives.

Cherry was using the mike stand as a battle staff. She swung it around, knocking a few men off their feet. Pickles was kneeling beside her, choking someone with his drum sticks. Near them was Skwisgaar, practically playing ball with heads and his guitar. Runa, although sustaining an injury, fought off her attackers with kick boxing moves in combination with her gymnastics. With one large dirty blonde man, she did a back flip, breaking his jaw before punching him with everything she had as she stood right. His bottom jaw seemed to limp open as he collapsed.

Murderface, having magically brought out his sawed off rifle it seemed, blasted away at any one who came within five feet of him from behind Lucy's overturned keyboard. The owner of the instrument cowered behind him, holding her hands against his ears and clenching her eyes shut as tears rolled down her cheeks. Blood was streaming down an open cut on her left brow from where a piece of glass from the screens had struck her. Toki had gone berserk again, having grabbed a warped piece of metal to use as spear that had fallen from the broken cat walk. Ivan and some men joined the battle, drawing out swords to avoiding hitting their comrades with stray shots. Many of the Klokateers had fallen at this point, leaving the stage slick with their blood.

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Out in the crowd, everyone scrambled, screaming in terror as some of the other snipers opened fired, not caring about the civilians and allies they hit. The bloodbath was growing. Crozier was backed up against Seth, both armed to the teeth with guns and ammunition when they were circled by Undertakers. They knew it was them by the Dethklok arm bands sporting a giant red 'U' on it. These men didn't have any guns thankfully. They only had knives and clubs; one was using their prosthetic arm. Yakov clubbed one of them with the butt of his gun, giving the two other men the chance to fire.

The trio narrowly managed to take down the group, but just before they thought they were in the clear, another way came at them.

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Ofdensen was cursing up a storm as he fought off the men who sabotaged his control room. They had managed to take out the distress signal mechanism that was designed to call in the other reinforcements to tighten the border security so no one was allowed to leave and the MiG 29s. They were now on their own. Looking to the north as the last man fell; he made his way through the stampede of people to get to the stage. He had seen the fire spew from the center of the stage, and he worried that the pentapods were damaged. Pulling out his PDA, he was relieved to see that the statuses of the pods were good. They were still functional, but the automatic saftey feature had been damaged, leaving the bands in a dangerous position.

The sound of machine guns caught his attention from the stage. He pushed and shoved his way, shooting at anyone coming his way to do harm. So far he managed to take down three bad guys, perhaps Revengencers, on his way, but there was still a sea of people to go through before he could help the bands manually access the pentapods.

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Moira and Nathan were back to back, cornered by a group of Revengencers. Their attacks were directed more at Nathan then Moira, but the small vocalist refused to let him fight the Revengencers alone. They were now backstage, some of the props were on fire. Sweat rolled down their faces as one by one the Dethklok-haters attacked. Nathan used his fists, landing jaw breaking punches while Moira shot at them with a gun she took from a corpse. Each of the ten aggressors fell in a pool of blood. Moira panted as she threw the pistol she had to grab an automatic out of one of the dead people gripped.

"The fuck is going on?" she said, her and Nathan were now running back to help their other band mates, "I thought Ofdensen's plan was suppose to be fool proof." The sound of more gun fire and shouts were heard on stage, but none were recognizable.

"Tell me about it. The guy is a fucking robot. There is something serious wrong-" he was cut off as someone grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling back hard until he came crashing down, his head boucning on the wooden floor. The wind wooshed out of his lungs as he laid gasping. His eyes widen as he stared into the eyes of a woman dressed in tight black leather with an unusually large forhead. In her hand was a strange mechanism which he briefly recognized from the concert he did after he and Rebecca broke up. The woman placed her foot on his neck.

"Good, I have found you." She cooed with a German accent. "I can now create my army of Explosion Knights!" She aimed her loin extractor at Nathan's groin but stopped as Moira pulled the trigger to fire a warning shot.

"Step away from him, bitch." She seethed, "Or I'll fucking put lead in that anorexic stick you call a body." Vemon dripped from Moira's voice, the hair on the back of her neck standing erect as she watched the strange woman stand over the male vocalist. Something was strange. Why did she want Nathan's gonads?

Larvona smirked, despiter her slight paranoia of the short girl making her threat a statement, applying more pressure on Nathan's throat. The man choked, still winded from his fall. "Can you even kill me little girl? I want his essence, I want this man to make more perfect beings like him…" Her brows furrowed, "Why are you laughing?" She glared at the other female, almost in hysterics about her claim. "You dare laugh? He is perfect!"

Moira couldn't help it, "Nathan, haha! Why the fuck do you always attract the crazy broads? Masochist bastard." Then her expression became serious again, frightening Larvona a little, "And I'm not a little girl. I'm fucking 26 you hag." She was about to fire but someone sprang from the shadows and kicked the gun away. While Larvona was still distracted, Nathan grabbed her foot with both hands and twisted it, her knee giving a sickening crack as she cried in pain before hitting her head on a piece of broken steel and getting knocked out.

"Why are the hot ones fucking crazy?" he said to himself as he got up, rubbing his brusing neck. He turned to see why the front woman hadn't shot the leather clad lady "Moi-…" His eyes widen in horror as Javier Van Winkler hovered over her small female, a dagger at her throat. A thin trail of blood slid down the sharpen edge.

Moira gulped, fear swirling within her as she stared at the insane man covered in blood and soot. His clothes consisted of camofloge pants and skin tight black top with boots. His dreads were shaven off, but his dead black eyes, luminated by the fire raging around them and the malice within him, was what clued the two singers. Eyes of the insane.

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The last wave of Undertakers and/or Revengencers had fallen thanks to the skills of Ivan and his men. Panting heavily, he sheathed his sword and went to the regrouping band. He was relieved to see that everyone was still alive and breathing from where he was at, but some would have to be omitted to the ER as soon as possilble. Murderface was carefully holding on to a blood drenched Bloodyfist. Her left leg was twisted at an odd angle from the knee down. The tear in her shirt revealed a darkening bruise on her side, a sign that she may have sustained a broken rib or two. Her left eye was swollen, but she had a satsified smirk on her lips. Murderface himself had a few bruises and small cuts, as he spoke, Ivan could see a few of his chipped teeth.

"Runa…?" Skwisgaar said in concern, "Hows is yours arm?"

The Finnish woman held up her wounded appendage, "The bleedings hasn'ts stops. I feels a bit… light heads." Skwisgaar picked her up, craddling her in his arms despite his aching body and possibly fractured arm. It was nothing to him as long as Runa was safe. She was the first to get hurt after all. He hissed at he cut his palm on a thick piece of glass jutting out of her hip. Sitting down to reduce his pain, Skwisgaar lovingly rubbed her thigh with his good hand, urging her to stay awake.

"Mr. Managers knows whats to does. Just stays awakes." Runa nodded and took a shallow breath, wincing in pain when she moved her leg.

"Ugh… Cherries… how's Cherries?" This caught Ivan attentions.

On the furthest east side of the stage, Pickles was panicing. During their battle, she had been shot and stabbed several times, most were just grazes. But the one that concerned him most was the blade jammed into her abdomen, only the hilt was sticking out. The poor drummer didn't know what to do as he fought back the tears. Her breathing was labored, a cold sweat was forming as her skin, much like Runa's, grew paler. Both of her hands fisted on her stomach to the point her knuckles turned white.

"Oh babe… oh shit… what to do, what to do!" he chanted, kneeling beside the love of his life. Small groans escaped her mouth. "Cherry, stay with me… please."

"How bad is it?" Ivan asked, taking a knee beside him. Pickles glared, pointing at the offending weapon lodged in Cherry. "We need to remove it."

"What!" Pickles shouted, "No! What if her organs come spewing out?"

The Russian man sighed, calling to one of his men in his native tongue. After addressing the man, he turned back to the Irish-Winconsin man, "It's unlikely. What we need to do is add pressure, slow the blood flow." He began to unzip his long jacket.

"But…" Pickles gulped, unable to finish.

"It's… ok." Came the woman's weak voice, "I… I trust that… he knows… what ta do." Opening pained eyes, she tried to relax and convey her love to him so he would calm down. His blood pressure was out of control, causing more blood to seep from his own knife wound on his right leg, turning his jeans from blue to dark purple. Lifting up an arm, a greater effort then she imagined, she rested her knuckles on his sore cheek. "Babe, I'm not goin anywhere. I was reckless, but I'm not gonna die, ya hear?" a small smile graced her lips. "Anyway… three gangin' up on a girl ain't fair play."

Pickles held her hand, "God, I love you so much." A single tear fell down, his lips trembling. "Everything's gonna be ok, babe. I love ya too much ta let ya die like this." Cherry's eyes widen, her own tears threatening to fall as her heart thundered in her ribcage. He said it. He said love. Bending over, he kissed her tenderly. Ivan took the opportunity to yank out the blade, causing the woman to buck up and bite Pickle's lower lip. Blood gushing into both their mouths as they parted, each giving out a cry of pain, one louder then the other. Ivan grabbed Pickles' hand and forced it to press hard on the laceration where it was covered by the Russian's bundled up coat. Cherry had passed out from the pain.

"Whatever you do, don't lift up." he said. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed the leaders gone. "Where's Moira? And Nathan?" His heart began to beat erratically, his eyes scanning the stage for the women and front man.

The sniffling of Lucy could be heard, "Dey… dey ended ups back st-stage… ow!" Her face scrunched up in pain as Toki twisted her arm making a ghastly popping noise as he put her arm back in place. The Norwegian, although bloody, looked serious as he checked her for anymore injuries with one hand. The other was fractured, probably broken completely. Whether or not it was career threathening never crossed his mind.

"Shit…"

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Yakov and Seth hurriedly made their way to the stage, exhausted beyond belief. Moutains of body strewn the land scape, making it more difficult to move. They were passing by a speaker tower when something, or someone dropped in on them. Seth pushed the older man to the side, narrowly missing being sliced by a large blade. The black cloaked figure, enormous in size, snickered.

"Not bad… you guys were tougher then I thought." It said, a voice deep but smooth. "I congradulate the work of Ofdensen and all of you."

"Who the fuck are you?" Seth said, training the gun on the man's hooded head. Yakov did the same.

The man pulled the hood back. Seth was confused, but the older Russian man gasped, "You! But… I thought you were…"

"Dead? Hardly…" with reflexes that would make cowboys jealous, he shot Yakov in the head then aimed at Seth who stood shaking in his boots. The gun rattled in his hand. Beside him, the body of Yakov slumped over. "I take it you're Seth. You don't concern me much, but I do have a message for Charlie. And you're going to give it to him or I kill you." Seth gulped, but nodded, dropping his weapon at his side to show that he was giving up, "Good boy. Tell Charlie boy, Andy says 'hi'." The other Winconsin man was about to run, but the man karate chopped him in the neck, hitting him hard enough to go unconscious. "Don't worry, Crozier'll find ya soon enough." Like a phantom, the man disappeared.

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Moira, Nathan and Van Winkler were at a stand still, each waiting for the other to move. If either of the black haired singers flinched, Moira was sure to show the back of her throat. "I've waited a long ass time to get to you bitch. Seeing you on stage, dancin' like a lil' whore. Major turn on. I wanted to fuck you up then kill you, but sadly plans change." Javier said easily, trailing his knife down to her cleavage. She gulped, her eyes wide with undeniable fear. The man's grin widened.

-Ka-chak-

"Step aside Van Winkler." Ofdensen said, readying his gun, "I can pull this trigger faster then you could move that blade." Moira and Nathan never thought they would be so relieved to see their manager. "I don't like it when people try to fuck with my bread and butter."

Javier chuckled. "Is that so? Why do you care so much about these women anyway? Dethklok is the only one with true talent. And in honor of them, I will sacrifice this witch, but not here." Like some sick freak, he leaned down and ran his tongue along her throat, lapping at the crimson liquid. Moira stiffened, almost pulling away had it not been for the man's arm clamping around her waist. She gasped when she was pulled flushed against him.

Nathan couldn't take it anymore as he charged at them, tackling Javier to the floor and punching him in the face. The man, stronger then he looked, threw Nathan off of him and chuckled, clutching on to his swelling eye.

"What an honor! To be hit by Nathan Explosion!" A thundering crash distracted everyone as they turned to see what was happening behind Ofdensen. The CFO cursed as the metal masked man came into view. The two began to fight hand to hand, Ofdensen's gun being knocked out of his hand much like Moira's. The woman, squeezing her bleeding neck, sat down, her mind reeling at everything taking place. Flashes of her bloody accident came to her mind, more horrific then it was before followed by sickening thoughts of each of her friends dead. She began to shake.

Nathan's cry jolted her from sinking any further as Javier kicked him. "I'm sorry, master. But if you plan on protecting her, then I have no choice but to get rid of you. You have been tainted." He raised his revolver, aiming it at Nathan who was sprawled ten feet away from him. As if in slow motion, Nathan looked up to see Javier about to pull the trigger. Moira sprung up to her feet, crying out his name as she jumped in front of him. Javier pulled the trigger, emptying his pistol.

"Fuck…"

"Moira!"

The golden eyed metal queen gasped as hot lead ripped through her body, entering and exiting her torso. The worse wound was on her left side, narrowly missing her heart. She fell onto her knees, shaky hands cupping the river of blood. Before Nathan could crawl to her, Javier kicked him back then scooped her up, dashing away into the inferno. The last thing Explosion saw of Moira was here reaching out for him with pain in her eyes.

"Moira!"

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Ofdensen was about to deliver a finishing blow to the metal masked intruder, but a burning beam came crashing down. Ofdensen crused again, grabbing the shocked Nathan before he could pursue Javier and Moira. They regrouped with the others. Pullng out his PDA, he pressed a button and one by one everyone was engulfed by a hole on the floor. The stage finally split apart as eight of the ten pentapods shot into the air to head for safety. The sound of a helicopter and the MiG 29's were finally heard.

"Ivan, let's go." Ofdensen said, seeing Crozier waving to them to hurry up. The Russian military man picked up the comatose female drummer, much to injured to ride in her own capsule. She groaned a little as she was carried away.

As the air craft lifted up into the sky, an explosion was heard. The stage collasped, the fire consuming everything now, luminating the midnight sky. Surveying the occupants, Ofdensen's brows furrowed.

"Where's Yakov?"

Crozier sighed, pointing to a lump covered by a bloody white sheet between the seats. "Dead." He stated simply. Ivan and Ofdensen both stiffened. "Seth is alive, barely. Frost bite was beginnning to set in. The kid will be fine. How are the bands? Did they make it out alright?"

"What of Moira and Nathan." Ivan asked, running a hand through his messy hair once he strapped Cherry in a gurney, throwing a thick blanket to keep her warm with whatever body heat was left within her.

Ofdensen sat down and clasped his hand together, resting his elbows on his knees and his forehead on his knuckles. "Moira's… been kidnapped." The two conscious people gasped. "And she's been wounded, probably fatally." His eyes narrowed, thinking back to the metal masked man. He really hoped he was dead.

Ivan clenched his teeth, but visibly shook in anger. In his rage, he smashed his arm against the inner frame of the helicopter. "Fuck!"

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Nathan kicked and thrashed , clawing at the straps holding him in place. "Let me out dammit!" he shouted, "Argh! Mother fucker!" The scene of Moira's possible execution kept replaying in his mind's eyes. An overwhelming sense of dread was choking him. "Moira… Dammit…. Dammit!"

The small shuttle jerked before slowing down. Nathan felt his stomach rise to his throat. Looking through the small round window of the door, he could make out Yakov's estate. The Pentapods zoomed past the house, landing in a small runway where a building with a red cross was situated not to far from them. Dozens of men and women waited in the snow. A few of the band memebers had made it before him. Bloodyfist was being carried away in a wheel chair by the time his capsule landed safely.

As the door opened for him, several nurses came to greet him. Immediately as he stepped out, Nathan was rushed to the building where he was thoroughly checked and medicine was applied to his cuts and burns. He hadn't said much since he arrived. Now he was in a room, lying down on a bed. For once in his life, Nathan Explosion felt helpless.

"I was suppose to protect her…" he said in a small, uncharacteristic voice. "Fuck, what if she's dead? Do I even bother looking for her? Shit, what to do?"

The radio was playing in the background, the volume faint. Nathan concentrated a little, hoping it would distract him, but sadly he was haunted by her voice.

You're in my stars you know
Don't need no crystal ball to tell me so
Whispering in the air
Hoping that my words find you somewhere
Even when I close my eyes
I'll never recreate the Time that flies
The consequence is hanging there
The sky will fall but I don't care

His heart clenched painfully. It was as if she was speaking what he was feeling in his soul. Nathan knew deep down he was in love with her, but for some odd reason to shy to do anything about it. Moira had become his everything… and he let her die possibly.

"Crazy bitch… why'd you do it?"

Meet me beneath my balcony and say
No one but you could ever fill my night
Be the sunlight in my every day
Underneath my balcony I'll say
No one but you could ever fill my night
Be the sunlight in my every day

Your love is haunting me
And all I want is more to set me free
Whispering in the air
Hoping that my words find you somewhere
Do you hear me call your name
I know we will never be the same
The consequence is hanging there
The sky will fall but I don't care

Ivan, already changed and going over the protocol of Yakov's death, wanted nothing more then to un out and start looking for Moira. Her voice danced around him as he listened to the radio in Yakov's office. He had hoped to find a distraction, to concentrate and form a plan now that he was to be the new head of Dethklok Russia. But it was no use. He sighed and leaned forward in the seat and rest his head in his hands.

"Dear God, let her be safe."

So yes, I'm sorry about the long wait again. This chapter, for some odd reason, was really tough. Even if I took longer, I doubt I could make it any better –weeps- And I've been bummed about my friend in Kentucky. So sad. The jerk! Gah! And I have had this obessesion with Ouran High School Host Club, expect a fanfic to appear in the future! :D

One of my freshmen buddies had claimed to be "in love" with me, but he's such a flirt and joker, it's hard to believe. But it was funny to see him get threatened by brother :3 I be evil… I normally save him though.

Uh, well, I plan to update by Friday again, I do have a deadline to end Cancerousklok. I will not be a slacker! I doth believe the last 5 chapters (technically 4, Frightklok is finished :D) are going to be a bit easier then chap 21. Sorry if it sucked!

Dragonz: Yay, glad you liked that super long chapter! I feel as if I failed you with this one. Waah!

Angela: I actually didn't have to think that hard about the order for Cancerous. I just made a playlist of the songs I really wanted and in the end, arranged them in a way that flowed a bit smoothly.

Insomnia: Yay for evil cliff hangers? Lol. I didn't know how to end it unless it was a cliff hanger :D

Tina: OMFG! New reviewer! Ahhh! Glad you love my fic!

Gremlin: Yes, I want you to want more, muwhahahaha!

Waaah! I didn't hear from YourSweetSinner! Waaah!