Cancerousklok

by Insane Kawaii Shippo-Chan

A new metal band has emerged from the shadow of Dethklok, but what has Nathan and the others worried is that it's a group of five women who are said to be their equals. Can Dethklok destroy them before they end up falling in love? Who are the Undertakers?

23. As the Klok Ticks

AN 2/09: Naughty, naughty Cybernetic Mango for reading Reunionklok without finishing this fic! Just kidding... I was actaully trying really hard to finish up this chapter for you and have the next one posted tomorrow night then the last chapter and extra chapter up by Tuesday :( At least... that was how I originally planned it. Oh well. Impatient child, lol. And what "Phantom of the Opera thing"? O.o;

Tracks of Choice: "Do You See me Now?" by Angtoria, "Dead is the New Alive" by Emilie Autumn

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Chapter 23: As the Klok ticks

Day finally became night and everyone refused to leave the hospital without Cherry. Camping out in the lounge was rough, but the world's brutalist bands were not about to chicken out, not for the sake of a comatose drummer and her distressed partner. Pickles hadn't left her side once she was placed in another room where visitors were actually allowed inside. A bed was set up beside hers so he could keep a better watch. He wanted her to wake up, knowing that he would be there beside her, and hopefully always. It was uncharacteristically nonbrutal, but Pickles was willing to forget that life style if it meant keeping the one thing important to him. Lucy's words had really made him revaluate his life. It had no meaning until she came around.

Another reason to factor in to his worried state was the fact her parents and siblings were coming, possibly in a few hours. The Wisconsin man didn't think he could handle it, not with Cherry in the condition that she was. He didn't protect her enough.

Lucy and Toki, who found this task a bit difficult with his injured hand, were playing a game of poker on a coffee table, using lollipops meant for kids as their chips. The two young ones were up against the bass players. Bloodyfist's casted leg was propped up on a pillow, courtesy of Murderface. On Lucy's left ring finger, a beautifully crafted ring with two bees made of gold and silver held up a rather large diamond. Toki, whom no one knew how he got the thing, had proposed and she had accepted after jumping around in glee. It seemed that some things were going back to normal.

"Royal flush, guysch." Murderface grinned, putting his cards down. He was about to rake in the goods but jumped as Bloodyfist slammed her cards down.

She mirrored his previous grin as best as she could, wincing a little in pain from her swollen cheek. "Five of a Kind, bitch." She cackled.

"That'sh fucking cheating!"

"Nope, we all decided to play jokers, cuntface." She stuck her tongue out at him playfully. Murderface sat back and grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest as Toki re shuffled the cards for another round, possibly the last. The wall clock read it was close to midnight. Still no news of Cherry waking up.

"I'm hungry." Skwisgaar said, stretching from his spot on the floor. It was oddly more comfortable then the chairs. Runa's head was on his lap. She opened her eyes up at him, a bit drowsy from her medication. "Are you hungry too? I think our chef had come by to drop off some snacks."

Runa sighed, wanting to say no but there was a little one to think about for the time being. She had one month to decide what to do before an abortion was out of the question and she began to show. She placed her hands on her stomach and stroked it thoughtfully. "A little. Maybe a muffin and some tea will be good." Skwisgaar helped her up, leading them both to the lounge full of food. "Natans? Is you hungry too? You has not eatens since yesterdays." she asked, stopping in front of the said man stretched out on row of plastic chairs. She kneeled by him and tapped his shoulder, wondering if he was asleep judging by his shallow breathing. He moved his arm down from his face so he could look at her.

Runa stifled a gasp, noticing his red tired eyes. The man was sleep deprived, but he refused to rest incase he missed news of Moira's location. Dark circles cupped his eyes, and his irises were unbelievably dull. Where had the tough and brutal man gone? Surely Moira's kidnapping could not have done this to him. The Finnish guitarist's eyes softened, sympathizing with Nathan Explosion and her heart reaching out to him.

"Natans," she began slowly, "We alls be worries about hers. I's brings you backs a sam-ich, den you gets sleeps, ok?" Skwisgaar tugged on her hand.

Nathan pouted, "I uh, I'm not hungry." His stomach gurgled otherwise. "Fuck…"

The woman shook her head, "I's still brings it. It no healthies to miss many meals." As the two Scandanavians walked out, Ivan sauntered in, looking not as tired as Nathan, but still pretty bad. This caused Nathan to jump up, hoping for good news.

"Well?" he said gruffly. Nathan still didn't like the fact that the Russian man had access to the special communications room and was the first to know about the search results. All because of his military training or some crap like that which was dished out to him when he tried breaking in.

Ivan rolled his eyes and fought back a yawn, "Still nothing, a blizzard started so we had to call the search off or risk losing more men. Reinforcements won't arrive until another day. The storm won't last long. We'll start again at dawn." He turned back to the four on the ground, "Your families will be here tomorrow afternoon. Are you sure you don't want to check into a hotel across the street? It would be more comfort-" He was spun around as Nathan grabbed the man's collar roughly, pulling him to stare at him directly in the eyes. Ivan had to balance on his tip toes since Nathan was a bit taller then normal with his boots on.

"What do you mean it was called off asshole? What if she's fucking dying out there! Moira was shot dammit!" Nathan roared, scaring everyone in the room. Bloodyfist had jump, hitting her leg on the table. She howled in pain, cursing at everything and everyone. Murderface rushed to assist her while Toki and Lucy fumbled for her pain killer. "I'm holding you responsible because Ofdensen left you to pick up this shift!"

Ivan squirmed out of his grasp, "Nathan, I don't like the idea either, but I have to consider the morale of the men. In order to utilize them efficiently, they have to be kept safe when possible. Not all the men out there are klokateers. Their soldiers; American and Russian." He sighed, "But I don't expect you to understand military strategy. All you ever care about is if this metal or that is brutal. I want Moira back alive." Since Ivan was just a few inches shorter than the hulking vocalist, he had to look up at him with a heated glare.

Nathan was about to say something when a turkey sandwich collided with his head. He turned to see who it was. Runa immediately pointed at Skwisgaar, his hand still out stretched in front of him. "The fuck?"

"Shuts up, Natans. I'ms tired of yous bitchin n' moanin 'cause yous cants get da sticks outs of your ass. You tolds us you wanteds to destroys Cancerous, likes dey tries to ruins us. Dere leader is gone, Cherries in comas. You nevers wanted us to be wits dem and no matters how hards, or littles, we trieds, we am in loves. Ivans likes Moiras, he's tryings his bests to finds hers, but whats are yous doings? Notings, but beings a cries babies. If yous loves hers likes we all knows, den you go outs and finds her yourself if dis is nots goods enough for you!"

Everyone was silent, processing his words. It wasn't often the Swedish man made any sense or ever spoke his mind in front of Nathan. Perhaps Toki, but never the others. He was panting, caught up in the moment as he vented his pent up anger. Runa carefully took his hand in hers, coaxing him to relax as she pleaded with him using her eyes. He had gone a little too far that time. Of course he could be insensitive, as they all were in Dethklok, but his emotions had gotten the better of him. Skwisgaar exchanged a look with the woman and sighed, pulling her out of the room again.

"I cant's does dis anymore." He said quietly, the door swinging closed behind them.

Nathan took a step back, baffled and astounded at what his lead guitarist said. Some of it meant to hurt, but at the same time it spoke truth. How insanely brutal it was, in a weird water downed metal way. Ivan straightened his tunic then walked out of the room, his thick boots making less noise then they had before with every thoughtful step. Before he was out of the room completely, he looked over his shoulder at the now brooding man.

"Nathan, if you want to help, ask Ofdensen. We could use another group leader for the ground troops. I'm sure he won't mind too much. Seth is still in no condition to give out orders and I have my hands full." Nathan said nothing as he stalked over to the large windows overlooking Moscow. Snow was beginning to fall again, making the scene look like a tranquil painting in motion.

One by one the others of the room got up, not liking the tense and awkward silence. Toki and Murderface hoisted Bloodyfist into her wheel chair where Lucy pushed her out. Perhaps a snack would be good and ease their minds.

--Undertaker's Underground Liar—

Moira had been set free long enough to be thrown into an area with a small cot, a desk bolted to the floor with a lamp fastened to that and a stool in a small space that was roughly the size of half of her first room. She calculated it was close to ten by fifteen, give or take a few inches. It was awfully cold in the room with no vents. The only entrance was a thick steel door that was locked from the outside. Moira was trapped like a rat in some cave, maybe even under ground judging by the jagged corridors outside. Only the rooms were tiled and neat with better lighting.

The petite woman sighed, checking the worn down mattress for any bed bugs or other creepy crawlies. Satisfied that there were on it or the itchy sheet, she curled up on the bed, mindful of her wounds. Munkittrick had given her a robe to cover herself where the hospital gown stayed open. It helped to block the prickly sheet. Moira laid on her side and began to think about a possibly way out. If there's a will, there's a way.

"Can't believe I lost that ring." She sighed forlornly, rubbing her abused cheek, "I don't even know where I am." She began to hum a tune, hoping to ease her racing thoughts. She needed to stay calm and simply observe, hoping that there was a loop hole in all the madness around her for a chance to escape. "Why did I even take the bullets for him?"

Moira mused some more, shifting to lay on her back, hissing in pain at some of her injuries that the bullets had gone through all the way began to pulse. The scene of her jumping in front of Nathan kept playing in her mind, over and over again. She had been scared, thinking he was going to get killed. The fear and adrenaline had caused her to react before she could think. Seeing him alive and well on the news had given her peace of mind.

"…I have feelings for another guy…"

"It's Explosion, isn't it?"

Moira again sighed. "It couldn't be. I can't be in love with him. Infatuated, maybe but… would that be enough to risk my life? Shit, would I even be in this mess had I not?" she gnawed her button lip. With no one around, the only thing she could do to occupy herself was to think, and ponder the strange events. "I've been caring too damn much lately. Son of a bitch, I think I could be. But when? How?" Suddenly her heart fluttered at the realization, her mind replaying the morning of the concert, the feeling of him above her.

"Oh… my… god." Her face began to heat up, "Then those times, in his room. That was probably when I started…" she sighed again, closing her eyes and sat in silence for a moment. Of all times to realize it. There was no way he would or could feel the same about her, right? Moira pouted. "No way he could. He has the ultimate girlfriend, even if they 'broke up' while she's in a coma. But… he's been acting strange lately."

Hate the reflection that I see
Wish I could claw... away... my skin
Demons won't let me flee my minds tragedy
Don't label me, not a minority
Society created me

Moira didn't know why she began to sing, but it seemed to calm herself down more. She sang softly, rolling to her side again and staring off into nothingness. Subconsciously she began to dig her nails into her arm, causing welts to appear on the skin over the ulna's muscles.

First cuts the neatest, I didn't feel a thing
Don't show me your pity
Second cuts the deepest, a release from within
Don't try to analyze me

Again she dug deeper until the skin just barely broke. A small smiled tugged at her lips. The wound would heal with no real scarring. A few moments in the sun would tan the discoloration in no time. The slight sting made Moira forget about the throbbing pain on her torso a little.

Carve pretty pictures of hatred
Avert your eyes, my artwork doesn't lie
Refuse to acknowledge me
I'm not what you want to see
So inject and study me
Pump me with hypocrisy

Moira began to draw circles on her arm, pressing harder and harder with each pass. An image of Nathan popped into her head, causing her to sink her nail in deeper. If this had not happened to her, would they have realized their feelings for one another some other time?

Third cuts the longest, I just lost control
No doctor can save me
Fourth cuts the boldest, I've an eye for detail
Don't try to admit me

Looking up at the thick steel door that kept her quarantined, Moira frowned. She had to get out, before they killed her or Nathan. If there was one thing she knew about Andrew Munkittrick, it was that he was a sore loser. No doubt Nathan would refuse to work for him because there was just no way he'd do it for her, and in that case, the ex-manager would kill him then her before he started over.

My condition has no name
It's not like I'm insane
Redirect your empathy
My body's my vengeance
I'm addicted to pain
No one understands me

--At the Hospital—

Nathan glared as Ofdensen and Crozier tried to debrief him on their battle plan. He wasn't too happy about being in charge of a small group, where as Ivan had almost one hundred times more men than him with his access to the Russian Air Force. He could be giving orders in the other room in Russian. The two had yeild to the idea of Nathan being apart of the search teams after Ivan had a talk with them. Nathan was a bit surprise, under the impression that the Russian man didn't want him anywhere near Moira. In a sense, she was shot because of him. Why would Ivan do that anyway?

"Nathan, do you understand?" Ofdensen's voice cut in finally.

"Huh?"

The CFO sighed, "The weather station reports say that next week, a two week period of light snow will fall around the concert area, allowing us to join the search personally. We'll be investigating the northern most signal, roughly one hundred miles from the concert site."

Nathan perked up at that, "So… we get to be there if we…?" Ofdensen nodded. "Uh, ok then. Guess I should um, learn this military lingo shit." He glanced at Crozier who was shuffling through a few manuals. The older man plopped one in front of him.

"The basics." He said. Nathan picked it up and sighed. Normally he would throw the book back into the the general's face, but if it would place him in the front lines of the rescue mission to find Moira, he would do anything. Skwisgaar was right. If you want to see result, you have to do things yourself.

--In the lounge—

Everyone finally regrouped and were bumming around, considering the thought of going to the hotel across the street. Showers and warm beds were very inviting, as well as a hot meal from room service. Murderface had the idea of asking Ofdensen to install a glass runway between their current location and a hotel room. If they bugged him enough, surely he'd do it. With a set mind, Murderface went to hunt down the man and file a request ASAP. Bloodyfist just shook her head before biting into her potato chip. Runa was currently adoring Lucy's ring, cooing at the cuteness that fit the both of them. Toki Wartooth was a bumble bee. Toki pulled Skwisgaar to the side.

"What happens earliers?" he said, "Natans coulds has kills you!"

Skwisgaar shrugged, "Like I's says, I can'ts takes dis anymores. Yous is engaged to little Lucies, and Pickle is waitings fors Cherries to wakes ups again. I…" he folded his arms over his chest, looking away from the questioning stare of the young Norwegian, "I's… admires yous courages to takes da big steps. I wants to asks Runa, but, I is scared. I is not knowing I can dos its and be goods enough husbands for hers. I's nevers felt dis ways wits anyones, but I's knows I no wants to lose hers to anyones." He glanced at the blond woman and smiled faintly as she giggled with Lucy, conversing about some unknown things. She caught his stare and smiled sweetly.

Toki placed a friendly hand on the man's shoulder, "Skwisgaar, I knows whats you means, but sometimes, yous justs gots to does it. If nots, den you mights loses out on sometings really goods."

"Maybes you rights Tokies, maybes you rights."

Murderface came bursting into the room again, a satisfied smirk on his lips, "Well, I didn't get him to agree to make a shecret runway, but… I gotsh ush all roomsh at the hotel. Penthousch" Strolling in as if he owned the world he held his hands up, "No need to thank me, guysh. All in a daysh work." Everyone just stared at him as if he was crazy. The hotel rooms were already a given.

-Back with Moira 3 days later-

The small black haired beauty was currently sitting on the bed, rubbing her small self inflicted lacerations. Her head shot up at the sound of the door opening rather cautiously, the intruder probably expecting her to rebel like most captives might have. Moira rolled her eyes. She was tough, but not stupid. If she didn't act like a good hostage, they'd most likely kill her in an instant. She just needed to bid her time right. But at the rate things were going, she worried she wouldn't have the patience for it. The vocalist had completely lost all sense of time and she was slowly going insane. When would Dethklok or Ivan find her? The sudden urge to tackle the person came to mind, but she fought it down. She needed to stay alive long enough for help to arrive, if they ever did.

Javier's head poked in, the look of disgust seemed to be permanently attached to his visage. Moira sensed a change in this meeting, normally he'd check on her or drop off enough food to keep her going, but Munkittrick had already checked on her not too long ago and she estimated it wasn't time for her next meal. With no clock, it was hard to tell what time it was. How long had she been there any way?

"Stay still bitch." He seethed, pulling a long piece of rope behind him, "Munkittrick wants…" he made a face, "A word with you." The female shuddered, not liking his tone.

Dead is the new alive
Despair's the new survival
A pointless point of view
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You'll never win

Dead is the new alive
Life's only living rival
A casket built for two
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You'll never win

Ungraciously, he tied the rope around her hands and torso tightly making her whimper in discomfort and pain, then dragged her out of the room. Moira stumbled to keep up with his long strides. A jolt of pain ran through her body, but she bit back a cry of pain. Moira looked around the corridor carved out of dirt and rock, noticing a few passage ways that went off in other directions lit up by lamps found in mine shafts. Her eyes widen. They were in an abandoned mine. Sneers could be heard as she passed by other Undertakers, some even threw pebbles at her though none struck her. Finally they made a left at the end and Van Winkler opened up a door that went into a dark room.

So take me now or take me never
I won't wait
You're already late
So say goodbye or say forever
Choose your fate
How else can we survive?
Dead is the new alive

Dead is the new alive
A gothic play revival
The last act of the show
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You never win

"Thanks you Javier, you may leave." Came Munkittrick's voice as he took hold of the rope. Moira began to get scared. There was something different. Normally when she was summoned, they stuck her in a room to interrogated her for a while, possibly an hour or two then set her free. Of course she never spoke much during those times. She gasped as she was thrown onto a soft surface. Feeling the satin fabric rub against her leg, her eyes bugged out as she realized she was on a bed. A rather large bed in which Munkittrick was getting into. He crawled toward her, backing her up to the head board to trap her there.

So take me now or take me never
I won't wait
You're already late
So say goodbye or say forever
Choose your fate
How else can we survive?
Dead is the new alive

What is a day without a blessed night?
And what is peace without a blessed fight?
What is a day without a blessed night?
And what is peace without a blessed, blessed, blessed fight?
A quick taste of the poison, a quick twist of the knife
When the obsession with death
The obsession with death becomes a way of life
A quick taste of the poison, a quick twist of the knife
When the obsession with death
The obsession with death becomes a way of life

"What are you doing!" she shrieked as the man undid her bindings, only to hand cuff her to the head board of the bed. She began to kick and thrash, definitely not staying calm when Munkittrick's large and cold hand traveled up her thigh, moving the hospital gown up. "Andrew!" She roared in resentment as she managed to knee him in the gut, but one quick and powerful slap caused her to stop all movement.

"You'll be calling my name in a different tone when I'm done with you." He snickered. Moira shivered as cold steel touched the skin of her abdomen, running up to her chest. There was the sound of ripping cloth. Her eyes widen in horror as she tried to tug her hands free from the handcuffs, but only succeeded in cutting skin.

Alive, alive, alive
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Alive, alive, alive
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Alive, alive, alive
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Alive, alive, alive
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Dead is the new alive
Alive, alive, alive
Dead is the new alive
Alive, alive, alive
Alive
Dead is the new alive
Alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
(Dead is the new alive)

"No!" she cried, "Stop! Sto- Ah!" she gagged as Munkittrick grabbed her throat in a choking hold, running his lips down the valley of her breasts. Her chest was heaving rapidly. Without thinking, she squeezed her thighs close together as possible, fearing for the worse at that point. Moira knew it was useless to cry for help, no one would. The lair was crawling with people who hated her.

"Mm, so soft. Just as I imagined." He chuckled darkly, "You have no idea how long I wanted to fuck you, Moira. And don't think I don't know the little game you're playing. You're gonna talk, one way or another as I screw you. You must be so tight. Your last fuck was over a year ago, right?" He slowly began to remove his clothes, snickering as he did so, "Ah… it's gonna feel real good. Haven't enjoyed myself in a long fucking time because of you five bitches taking up my time. I'm gonna take my bonus now."

Moira gulped in dread. He wouldn't, would he? Again her eyes widen further until they were big as possible, her golden eyes glazing over once he removed his pants and his excitement sprang to life. Try as she might to keep her legs closed, Munkittrick pried them apart and dove right into her. The lead singer of the world famous female metal band let out an ear shattering scream and for the first time in almost twenty years, Moira felt tears begin to flow down her cheeks.

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AN 2/09: Reading the stuff below made me lol so hard, I snorted my medication on accident. Oh woe is me and my suffering. XD

I have been deathly ill since Friday night. I got that stupid illness going around, and adding that to another ongoing problem, I feel as if I am dying. And sadly there's no remedy for either but a visit to the porcelain god when I need to up chuck. I lost a hell of a lot a weight and I'm getting scared. I am so white, I put the Cullens to shame! No color on my face or lips what so ever.

So how am I typing this chapter? Simple… my sleep timer is all fucked up, I stay up most of the night, take a pain killer if I can stomach it and sit on my ass for a few hours. So I hope this chapter came out decent enough, considering my typing has been impaired while testing due to my dea- I mean sickness. I'm so pissed! I'm sick of eating peasant food and carbonated water. It's all nasty! Why can't I have fideo more often? –weeps-

Nox-Atalus: -hug- new reviewer! Yay! Sadly the story is coming to an end, so there isn't much more I can give you.

YourSweet: -glomp- HOW HORRIBLE!! I'd die if I had no internet. Hang in there girl! You think Ouran sucks? Hmm, oh well. No biggie, I suppose, everyone has different tastes. I don't like Deathnote and Smallville I think is boring. –shrug- eh. Cancerousklok has to end sometime, I'm not good with keeping a story going for that long. I'm surprise I'm even finishing it! Who knows, maybe Cherry can have kids :O They said it was "slim to none" but slim is still a possibility! ;D I can make Skwisgaar so OOC XP

Dragonz: lol, I was watching Resident Evil during that part. I just had to use it. Yes, poor Pickles and Cherry. I had to screw with someone D: Don't kill me! I have a surprise for the last chapter ;D And I mean for Frightklok. Eek! I'm bursting to tell yall but I can't!

Gremlin: Yes, Munkitrrick was behind it all. YourSweetSinner was right to suspect him of something, buwhahaha. No, it's not fun! It makes me wonder about life. And um, yes, I would consider my freshmen buddy to be cute –blush- I also have a feeling you may bash my head in during the last chapter as well.

Angela: I'm surprised no one noticed that too. :O I must be that awesome, jk! Dragging story lines kind of piss me off D: Especially if some chapters are just random filler episodes DX

Livvia: Holy crap, that's a long user name. I don't plan on killing anyone off! I love my OC babies… sort of. And –hug- yay! Another new reviewer :)

What I noticed: no one really picked up on the fact that pregnant Cherry is in fact, still a raging alcoholic and druggie. Her baby could have came out all screwed up. but then again, so was my aunt and my cousin came out fine, sort of. We used to be best friend and now she's the prep princess while I am the Rockin' Metal queen.

Poll:

How old do you think the members of Dethklok are?

Right now I can tell you that Lucy is 21, Moira is 26, Cherry and Bloodyfist are both 28 and Runa is 29. I would think Skwisgaar would be the oldest, like mid 30's old in respect to his really old mom. If the age of consent in Sweden is like 16, I would pin her as winning Ms. Sweden of '54 around that age. How was Runa in the porn business? Because the age of consent in Finland is also 16, but could be as low as 14. Forever, we'll say she went into the hanky panky business at 16.