AN 2/09: OMG! The last chapter, which has gotten a nice face lift for all you NathanxMoira fans! Then comes Frightklok and then I can finally resume Reunionklok. Yay! Cybernetic Mango: What be brutal? My 'incident'? But yes, you do have good timing. It's pretty funny.
Happy Holidays! I celebrate Christ-Nukah since my cousins are Jewish :D Yay Hanukah and the yummy doughnuts! Rah! So here's my gift to you, the last official chapter of Cancerousklok. I was lol-ing so hard just thinking of what your reactions would be. Hee, hee… Sorry it's a lil' late :D I had tried to get it up yesterday, but my older sister made it nearly impossible to get near my lap top. I still had a lot to finish so hence the late update :P Hope you enjoy!
WARNING: Smutness :P
Tracks of Choice: "The Art of Suicide", "Opheliac" by Emilie Autumn
Chapter 25: Goodbyeklok
December 22nd. Everyone from Dethklok and Cancerous were aboard the massive Dethcopter, making the trek back to Mordland. Moira had isolated herself to her room, letting no but Ofdensen or Jean-Pierre in. The trauma the poor woman faced must have been nerve wracking, and as a result, her fellow band members were getting antsy. Tension was thick, especially with Nathan around who seemed to be moping about or having violent temper tantrums more often the usual.
They had finally got word from Ivan, who unfortunately was hospitalized for pneumonia, three broken ribs, a fractured femur and a gunshot wound to his left shoulder. He was slowly making a recovery. What had Nathan upset however was the fact Javier and the masked man got away. They had disappeared into the tundra, according to Ivan, after they ambushed him with a hand full of men. Why they hadn't killed him was a mystery. Moira had no clue where they could have gone, and didn't care as long as she was as far away from them as possible.
--Moira's Room—
Ofdensen had walked in, not bothering to knock, when he spotted the diva lying on her bed with her eyes open. Her eyes drifted to his direction, a ghost of a smile on her lips. The manager took a seat by her bed and sighed, not quite sure how to assure her everything was ok.
"How ah… how are you uh… feeling?" he said, a bit too soft for his liking. This time he was seriously concerned about her.
Moira smiled wider, "Awe, Charlie. I'm ok. Doctors say I'm ok, no disease, and no problems with long term side effects. Sure, I'm sore everywhere but, I'm fine." She rolled to her side and grabbed his hand on hers, "its Nathan you should worry about."
Ofdensen gave her hand a slight squeeze, "I know…" he sighed, "We're still looking for Javier… what?" Moira was shaking her head.
"It's not just him… He's not even the leader, Charlie. It's…"
"I know… Munkittrick is behind it as well. So he's the leader?" she nodded, "This is going to be harder then it seems them. But I promise Moira, I'll find him."
She sighed, "But how did you know?"
The business leaned back in his seat, "I suspected it when I found him snooping around. Then at the night of Yakov's party. A note was sent with lyrics for one of your unfinished songs. The only ones who have access to your note books are your band mates and Munkittrick. I know they're unfinished because it was part of the samples he had sent me to convince me to help you. Seth confirmed that it was Andrew Munkittrick."
Moira took a staggering breath, "Well, in that case… Charlie. There's something I need to ask you. You may not like it, but I know you'll understand." Ofdensen nodded for her to continue.
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It had taken them almost thirteen hours to make it to the states from Russia, and already hundreds of reporters and camera crews along with what looked like millions of fans holding signs and what not were lined outside of Mordhaus' main gates. Flashes twinkled down below like little glimmering stars, growing brighter as they descended to the runway. Ofdensen gave orders to allow some of the news reporters in, just to stop the suicide rates of Cancerous fans from rising anymore. However, it wouldn't be long. They needed to rest.
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Nathan stood in front of Moira's door, knocking on it in hopes of getting a response. "Moira?" he said softly, pressing his forehead against the metal entrance. "We landed. Come on, your friends are starting to freak out." There was the faint sound of shuffling and a grunt before the door swung open. Nathan had expected to see her in a wreck, but was surprised as she looked as radiant as she always had, minus for the few faint bruises on her face and the cut on her upper lip. Nathan had to smile, Moira never wore much make up because she was just naturally beautiful.
She flipped a strand of hair over her shoulder, "Sorry about that. I just needed some time to think for myself. I also had the sudden inspiration to write lyrics. I got caught up with that and sleeping." She briskly walked down the hallway, leaving Nathan behind to stare at her. Curious, he walk into her room and to her desk where several prescription bottles and vitamins were stacked along with dozens of sheets of paper strewn about, some crumpled on the floor. Nathan picked one up and frowned at the half finished piece of work.
The art of suicide, nightgowns and hair
Curls flying every which-way
The fate too pure to hide
Ridges of size
Meant to conceal lovers' lies
Under the arches of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to contemplate why
Why
Why live a life
That's painted with pity and sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
Why live a lie
Why live a lie
Looking around, he found more morbid lyrics that she must have thought of while being held captive such as Surrender and My Apocalypse. "The fuck is this shit?" he said to himself, putting the piece of paper down and going after Moira. From one of the windows, he saw her being squashed in a massive group hug, trying to wiggle out as Lucy practically clung to her back like a monkey. He had to chuckle at that. Toki came to the rescue, carefully removing the emotional Ukrainian guitarist as best he could with a brace still on his hand.
Moira was laughing when he finally got off the helicopter. It was a rather strange sound, considering he would have thought the women would be detached a lot more then she already was. "Calm down everyone! As you can see, I'm fine. Seriously, no worries. Though I know what Lucy might have felt like growing up, being… you know…" she coughed a little, "Ahem. I'm not going to let it stop me. I had a few hours to kind of sleep all this shit off and just," she sighed, "Calm down I guess." She sheepishly looked at Nathan, but said nothing. She still had a hard time believing she had actually cried, in his arms no less.
Cherry instantly grabbed her face, forcing the smaller woman to look up at her. "Mo'ra, are ya sure? The bad guys got away, yer actin' funny, and you expect us ta calm down? Ya gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me! I know yer strong, but honey, they could have killed you!"
Moira swatted her hands away, taking a few steps back. "Cherry, please. I'm here, I'm alive, and I'm in no need of a hospital anymore. Christmas is coming and I'd really like to do something. Ofdensen promised to have the mall open for us tonight, after closing hours. It'll be safe… and fun!" she plastered on a huge smile that was obviously fake, "I have a few new lyrics I want to share with you girls. We should practice them."
Skwisgaar came up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Moira immediately stiffened. The Swedish man bent down by her ear and whispered, "If you fines, den tries to convince Natans. He has nots stopped worryings since you weres lets out." Everyone began to make their way to Mordhaus, leaving Moira and Nathan alone.
"Moi.."
"Hey, Ofdensen!" Moira cried, looking a little too relieved, "So we're good, yeah? The mall, that is." She was bouncing in anticipation once she stood in front of him when he walked down the ramp. "I have a shit load of shopping to do. We seriously made bank, and I plan on going on a spree!"
The business man adjusted his glasses, "The arrangements have been made. You'll all be escorted at eleven, then will be brought back by four. Just as you asked." He opened his jacket and dug though the breast pocket. Finally grabbing what he was looking for, he handed Moira a brand new phone. "Happy holidays."
Moira cooed as she was handed the black Motorola RAZR with Cancerous on the back and a rose in front, both in red. "Awe, thanks! I don't have to buy one now." She gave him a hug. Nathan just stood below, his fists clenched.
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Nathan rubbed his temples, annoyed with the constant noise in the conference room. How many times did Ofdensen have to explain it to them? Moira would not answer any questions about what happened? The woman was getting frustrated. He jumped when she slammed her fists on the table beside him.
"Shut up!" she shrieked. The room instantly silenced. "You want a fucking story? Fine! I'll give it to you. Yes, I was kidnapped. Yes, I was sexually assaulted. No, I was not tortured. Yes, I was fucking scared outta my mind. No, I am not pregnant. No, I am not fucking traumatized. I am pissed off that all of you," she jabbed a finger at the crowd, "Keep repeating the same damn questions! This meeting is adjourned!" Moira stormed out of the room. The remaining members of Cancerous stared at each other before they scrambled out of their seats, Lucy wheeled Bloodyfist out.
"Moiras!" Runa could be heard back stage, "Waits!"
Nathan was next to shoot out of his seat. Klokateers filed into the room, escorting the reporters out under Ofdensen's command. It wasn't what the CFO had had in mind, but he did expect something to happen. At least Moira was alright and the fans would be at some ease.
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Moira was lying on the couch in the recording room, down in the deep depths of Mordhaus with the rest of her band. There was an awkward silence for the time being. No one really knew what to say to the front woman without the possibility of setting her off again. Runa, finally reunited with her replacement guitar, picked at a few notes, filling in the as the licks became harder and faster. Nathan had lost track of them and was probably on a search through all of Mordhaus.
"Hey…" Moira said just loud enough for everyone to hear. "So uh, what happened while I was, you know, away?" she slowly sat up, running a hand through her hair to straighten it out. "We didn't get to talk since I uh… got back, so to speak." She gave them an apologetic smile.
Cherry shrugged, "Nothing much for me. I was in the hospital the whole time as well. Pickles proposed, as did Toki. We accepted." The two showed her their rings. Cherry suddenly looked a bit depressed.
Moira slowly nodded her head, "Oh, I see. Congratulations for the both of you." She took a deep breath, "But… I'm assuming something's wrong?" Runa's playing faltered. "Hey, Rune. You ok?"
"Ya… finger… uh, cramps. I has not practices in long times." The girls let it slide. Runa heaved a sigh relief, still not ready to tell them about her pregnancy. Moira and Cherry were observant, but she still had another week or two until she would definitely show. She had already gained a few pounds around chest and hips, but as long as she could still slip on her clothes, she was good. Anything bigger then a size four pair of jeans and someone was going to ask questions.
Cherry rubbed her arms, Lucy patting her back. "I was… pregnant. But," she wiped a tear from her cheek, "I lost it."
"Cherry…" Moira said, getting up to kneel in front of her drummer. She placed a gentle hand on her knee, "I'm so sorry. Couldn't you try again?"
"She can't." Bloodyfist spoke up, putting down a magazine she was reading. She gave a quick glance to Cherry, who nodded. "She got stabbed in the uterus. Chances of having a baby is nil." Moira gasped.
"No…" Moira was left speechless.
"It's ok, Mo'ra. I doubt I could even have one." She laughed sarcastically. "People ferget I'm an alcoholic n' I do drugs. Had I been admitted 'ere, my ass is bust. This whole fiasco made me realize, I really got problems I need to fix. I have to stop." Moira reached up and patted her hair. "I love kids, but I dun think I can handle one that's disabled. I ain't strong enough fer that."
Another hour past and the girls continued to talk, catching up and sharing a few laughs, though far in between. Moira was thankful that they didn't ask much about what she went through. When she had spoken to Ofdensen, he had suggested she kept it a secret. They had been stressing over her safety for the longest time, it was best to not let them get worried even more at the fact their former manager had been the one to start the whole thing. But Moira didn't think it was right. The five had agreed that there should be no secrets when it concerned everyone in some way.
"Girls, there's something I've been thinking about, for a while now. Ever since this whole threat came about."
"What coulds its be?" Lucy said, sitting back on the couch and brining her knees up. It was rare for her to wear jeans. Moira had moved to sit on the coffee table. Lucy played with her engagement ring.
Their leader hung her head and grabbed it. A funny whining noise escaped her mouth. "I think… we should… we need… ugh! Why is this so hard?" she was getting frustrated. "I don't know if you all know, but being with Dethklok, even now… we're putting them in danger." She looked at each one of them with such a seriousness in her eyes, none spoke up as she continued.
--At the mall—
The boys and girls had split up, buying gifts for one another and just trying to get their minds off the many things. The girls had no clue on what to get the men, they always wore the same clothes and had so many instruments there was really no point in going to the music store, but they had visited it just in case. Being in the gigantic mall was also a bit eerie. Not a single pedestrian was there. The mall employees were being nice, but really it was the fact that they were being paid twice the amount of overtime from Ofdensen. That was in the DL though.
"Unfuckingbelievable! What the hell do I get her?" Nathan said, browsing through the jewelry store with Pickles and Skwisgaar. Murderface was off in Hottopic most likely and Toki at the candy store. Pickles was looking through the display cases, wondering how he could top off his last gift. Eyeing a gold bracelet with diamonds, he shrugged.
"I dunno. We are in Tiffany's. Buy whatever and she's bound to like it. A diamond's a gir- wait. Why do you care?" This caught Skwisgaar's attention, who came around from the other side of the display case to meet up with them. "Dood! You admit ta likin' her? About time! I thought that you being a worry wart was weird."
"No… I just… I… uh… damn. Yeah." Nathan stuttered, trying to back away from the other two who had sly looks on their faces. "Whu… what you doing?"
"Natans, we helps you finds nice presents for Moiras. Maybe den you gets laid. She no seems so scared abouts doings you know whats. If she was, you tinks she bes in da sames cars as us?" Skwisgaar said, as if he knew everything, draping an arm around Nathan's shoulder.
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"Are you avoiding Nathan, Moira?" Bloodyfist asked as they stepped out of the elevator in Macy's. The bass player was using crutches this time, just to avoid herself getting stuck in the changing room as she put it. Moira turned red.
"Huh? N-no. It's just…" she tried to look at everything but her friend, "I dunno. I guess. B-but, it's hard to look at him right now."
"Why?"
Moira began to whine again, "Awe, come on Sue! You're not gonna make me say it are you?" she held up a wine red dress with a black lace hem and a plunging neckline, "This is cute." The petite woman clutched the dress to her body.
Bloodyfist looked at her as expectantly, "Yes. I'm your best friend after all. The least you could do is tell me. Do you like him?" Moira remained quiet. That was all she needed, "So you finally realized it, hmm? What do you plan to do? After our talk… we all agreed to-"
"I know! And that's what makes it hard for me. I… we need to do it. For our protection and theirs'. I'm just surprised that both Cherry and Lucy didn't put up much of a fight." She sighed, playing with the fur lining of a snow jacket. "I never wanted to hurt anyone, but what choice do we have? The Undertakers are after them now as long as we're with them."
Bloodyfist shrugged as best she could. "I don't know how they'll do it, but I'm sure they'll get the message across to Toki and Pickles. Fuck, Runa was… wow. I never pinned her to be a mom. I honestly won't tell Murderface and it would hurt his feelings. What are you going to do?"
Moira laughed sadistically, scaring the bass player. "My friend, " she said slowly, "I plan to give him what he wants. I know he has feelings for me, and I know that after a night of 'passion' as Cherry puts it, he'll be hurt when he wakes up alone. I'm hoping he'll hate me and not bother to find me." Bloodyfist just gawked at her.
--With Ofdensen—
"So, this was all you could get out of him?" Crozier said as he sat in front of Ofdensen's desk, looking at a piece of paper. "Not very many leads."
Charles sighed and rubbed his temples, "It's a start. I made sure to be there during the… interrogation… so nothing was left unsaid. I don't think he has much to say." Pouring a glass of brandy, he offered the general some. Crozier humbly took it as Charles poured himself another glass.
"To believe Andrew Munkittrick was able to fool everyone, and the world. Seth remained in Russian, right?" he took a sip of the drink, slouching more in his seat to get comfortable. His uniform was rather itchy at the moment for reasons unknown. It was time to get it washed.
The CFO sighed, "Yes, to over look Dethklok Russia while Ivan is recovering. Afterwards, he'll be flying back to Australia. Seth is a devious fellow, much more then Pickles, but enough money keeps him in check. I doubt there will be any problems with him staying there for another two weeks with his doubled bonus in the balance." A ghost of a smile crossed his features.
The old general shook his head before downing the rest of the brandy and setting the glass on the desk. "So that's how you do it. Ah well, I should be leaving now to follow up on these leads here in the US. Thank you again, for allowing me to be near Moira." He said the last part quietly, wringing the end of his blazer.
Ofdensen waved it off. "Think nothing of it, I care little about your relationship with Moira. You were, however, a great help, and I hope we both benefit from this in the end. You will be back to pick them up, correct?" Crozier nodded, "Good. Most of their luggage have already been sent to their destinations. Keep a good watch on them."
"And you. If anything comes up, let me know."
"Very well. I plan to anyway, Munkittrick needs to be taught a lesson." Crozier left, not bothering to stop and say goodbye or hello to the bands. They didn't even know he was there to begin with, not that he minded.
In his office all alone now, Charles Foster Ofdensen got up from his seat to stand in front of his window, his glass of brandy still in his hand. Taking off his glasses, his stare hardened as he spotted a yard wolf. "No one fucks with me and lives." He said darkly.
--- Christmas Eve—
Dethklok had just finished singing a very metal version of Jingle Bells (AN: I do believe Korn was the one to have a recording of a metal version. I loled the first time I heard it.). They had all sang classic Christmas songs, giving them metal twists while they hung around the giant tree painted black with silver and red ornaments of morbid things, such as weapons, body parts, facebones, and limited edition Cancerous and Dethklok ornaments.
Moira had a little too much to drink, which wasn't good considering the anti-depressants she was taking. Cherry and Pickles tried to stop her knowing she wasn't equipped to handle it, but Moira merely flipped them off. Nathan couldn't get near her without flinging herself in the opposite direction. Runa wouldn't even touch a drop of the eggnog or any other kind of liquor and settled for a nice piping cup of hot chocolate instead. Lucy, now twenty-one and legal, surprised everyone by not over doing it.
"Ok, so. This is like, a new song I wrote and it didn't take long for me and the girls to finish it. We're just that bomb." Moira giggled, slightly tipsy as she held up her shot glass. "So I give to you, Opheliac."
The intro was started by Lucy on her keyboard, playing a nice classical sounding tune with the harpsichord setting. Finally Runa came with her violin, Cherry on drums and Bloodyfist doing her best on guitar. Moira began.
I'm your Opheliac
I've been so disillusioned
I know you'd take me back
But still I feign confusion
I couldn't be your friend
My world was too unstable
You might have seen the end
But you were never able
To keep me breathing
As the water rises up again
Before I slip away
Cherry joined in for the chorus, startling the boys with the whining nasally style that strangely didn't sound bad. It actually added more to the song.
You know the games I play and the words I say when I want my own way
You know the lies I tell when you've gone through hell and I say I can't stay
You know how hard it can be to keep believing in me
When everything and everyone becomes my enemy
And when there's nothing more you can do I'm gonna blame it on you
It's not the way I wanna be
I only know that in the end you will see it's the Opheliac in me...
It's the Opheliac in me...
I'm your Opheliac
My stalkings prove my virtue
I'm open to attack
But I don't want to hurt you (hurt you)
Whether I swim or sink
That's no concern of yours now
How could you possibly think
You had the power to know how to keep me breathing as the water rises up again
Before I slip away
Dethklok was happy to see the girls enjoying themselves again. Nathan was unable to look away from Moira and vowed that tonight, he would confront her. She still hadn't spoken to him yet, leaving him frustrated beyond belief. It was ridiculous. But the songs kind of scared him a little every time he caught her eye. Her eyes would darken, almost making him wonder if the song was more than just that… a song.
You know the games I play and the words I say when I want my own way
You know the lies I tell when you've gone through hell and I say I can't stay
You know how hard it can be to keep believing in me
When everything and everyone becomes my enemy
And when there's nothing more you can do I'm gonna blame it on you
It's not the way I wanna be
I only hope that in the end you will see it's the Opheliac in me...
It's the Opheliac in me
The sudden key change and tempo was a nice twist, something Cancerous did a lot in their songs. It worked for them a lot better than in other bands.
Studies show intelligent girls are more depressed
Because they know
That the world can lie
I don't think for a bit they sit around and think every things gonna be alright
They know who: sides, shadows; shapes, a devil, an angel; no in-between
She speaks in third person so that she can forget that she's me
Doubt thou the stars on fire
Doubt thou the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a liar
But never doubt
Doubt thou the stars on fire
Doubt thou the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a liar
But never doubt
Doubt thou the stars on fire
Doubt thou the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a liar
But never doubt
I love
Moira obviously had sobered up while singing, getting more absorbed into the song as she sang the lyrics. The girls sang with her, going in and out here and there. Their smiled eventually faded. This could be their last song together. Moira's glazed over with unshed tears. They had to do it.
You know the games I play and the words I say when I want my own way
You know the lies I tell when you've gone through hell and I say I can't stay
You know how hard it can be to keep believing in me
When everything and everyone becomes my enemy
And when there's nothing more you can do I'm gonna blame it on you
It's not the way I wanna be
I only hope that in the end you will see
But never doubt
You know the games I play and the words I say when I want my own way
You know the lies I tell when you've gone through hell and I say I can't stay
You know how hard it can be to keep believing in me
When everything and everyone becomes my enemy
And when there's nothing more you can do I'm gonna blame it on you
It's not the way I wanna be
I only hope that in the end you will see
The girls bowed as they abruptly finished with Dethklok applauding them. Toki and Lucy finally announced that it was best to open their presents now before anyone else got more wasted. The older band members chuckled, but agreed.
Cherry had received two golden bracelets to match the necklace Pickles had given to her a while ago. In exchange, she handed him a certificate to a new Harley that was to arrive in the morning, straight from the manufacturer. Pickles nearly had a heart attack, and practically fainted. He always wanted one, but was too damn lazy to order it.
Toki got Lucy a stunning necklace made from topaz surrounded by diamonds in platinum in the shape of what looked like a snow flake. Lucy cried in joy and pounced him. She also received a bag of candy. Toki was awarded with a giant teddy bear tricked out with brutally metal accessories, a companion for his deddy bear as well as tickets to see Cirque de Sole in Vegas.
Runa gave Skwisgaar a new guitar, the body in the shape of a skull. He claimed it to be the most worthy metal guitar he had ever seen. Runa called him a liar and laughed. The Finnish woman however got the shock of her life as Skwisgaar got down on one knee and proposed. She sat there stunned and in tears, but still accepted the ring, despite the look the others Cancerous members gave her. The diamond, in the shape of a heart, was huge, nearly the size of her thumb nail.
Murderface had given Bloodyfist a pair of new boots and cello, her other one got destroyed at the concert. Bloodyfist admired the nice paint job, giving Murderface a quick peck on the cheek. The male bass player was more surprised to receive a full contract that stated Planet Piss was now an official band as well as their demo CD the two had made during their spare time. All he needed to do was go over it and sign. He nearly cried because no way in hell could he have done it by himself. His dream was coming true.
Moira shyly handed Nathan his gift. It was a custom microphone, the stand having a dragon curling around it with its hand outstretched to hold the mike. It was beautifully hand crafted in great detail with eyes made out of rubies and the body made out of glossy black steel, and must have been called in advanced. Nathan ran a hand over the head, amazed the texture of every individual scale rubbed against his palm. Moira quickly explained she had ordered it the day after she was saved, thus it only took approximately four days to get made and shipped to the music store at the mall. Nathan also sheepishly handed her a large square box. When she opened it, her mouth hung open.
"The Necklace of Diamonds from Tiffany's!?" she wheezed, "N-Nathan. I… I don't think I could…" her breathing became labored as she fell onto the couch, her eyes wide an disbelief. The whole time she looking at it then back at the front man. This was more than just a present, and she knew it.
Nathan rolled his eyes, "A million dollars doesn't put a dent in my pocket. I thought you deserved something… nice." Moira came up to him and whispered in his ear, stunning him for a moment and making him nearly blush.
"Then tonight I will show you my appreciation, after everyone goes to bed." He shuddered when her hot breath caressed the shell of his head. He couldn't help bit stare at her chest that was just a few inches away from his chin. Hot damn.
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The festivities continued on until no one really had any energy to drink anymore, and surprisingly the bands had gone to their rooms a quarter to midnight. Perhaps they were still exhausted from the last several days. Although they got to their rooms, not everyone went to bed quite yet. Skwisgaar was excited to know Runa had wanted to spend the night in his room. It had been a while since they had made wild and passionate love. As the two kissed once they settled on his bed, the Sweden man wasted no time in ripping off her clothes. As her hands roamed his torso from underneath his shirt, he felt as if something was off, but didn't press the matter as he engulfed one of her nipples into his mouth.
--Smutness begins: PxC—
Cherry moaned, feeling the course hair of Pickles facial hair against her lower sensitive flesh as he kindly gave her oral and massaged her thighs at the same time. He played very close attention to her pierced clit while moving one hand to dip his fingers into her. He made sure he was very careful as not to hurt her, but thankfully the stitches on her pelvis had been replaced by bandages. It was healing rather nicely.
Just as he stroked her inner sweet spot, Cherry arched her back and held onto the bed sheets for dear life. Pickles knew exactly what to do to make her feel good.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he said in a husky voice, staring up at her from between her legs, but he never stopped his ministration with his hands.
Cherry shook her head, trying hard to form a coherent sentence, "No.. n-never. I know you'd never hurt me… mmm. Ah, Pickles." Pickles leaned up to kiss her gently and pouring all his love into it as well, a jester that had Cherry's heart soaring but breaking at the same time. She fought back the tears as she kissed back. "I love you Pickles."
--TxL—
The two young band members were already naked, just teasing each other with their warm hands. Toki palmed her left breast as her right hand gently wrapped itself around his hardening member. They were currently fighting for dominance with their tongues, caught up in lip lock that had lasted for quite some time. Finally breaking apart, Toki trailed his mouth down her jaw line and gently sucked on her pulse. He moaned as Lucy squeezed him a little harder.
"I loves you sos much, Toki." Lucy panted, "Never forgets dat." She gasped as he nipped her erected nipple. Toki removed her hand from his southern region and brought it up to rest over his heart. He stared into her eyes and smiled. His blue eyes sparkled with such emotion.
"I knows. I loves yous so muchs too, sometimes I's scareds to wakes up and finds dis all to be a dreams." Lucy's eyes widen in horror and her mouth hung open. She couldn't help but start to cry. "What is da matters?"
She shook her head and rubbed her eyes, trying to stop her sobbing. "N-n-notings… its justs dat… dat… I didn't tinks I coulds ever be dis happies." She looked up at him and gave him a watery smile. Toki kissed the tears away, rubbing her sides in a soothing manner, before he trailed his left hand down her body, caressing her leg tenderly as his mouth traveled again, kissing every inch of skin it came in contact with.
"Den I makes sure you knows dat no one cans loves you likes me."
--SxR—
"Ah… Skwisgaar." Runa hissed in pleasure as he inserted himself into her warm and wet passage. She was glad she didn't have to worry about their baby, sex right now would not harm it, but after the first trimester, it would have caused problems. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, looking up at him with a small smile on her mouth. Skwisgaar grinned back, dipping his head low to place a soft kiss at the corner of her mouth as he began a gentle pace.
Tonight was not like any other night, and both knew it. Runa gasped she matched his tempo, allowing him to invade her mouth. The slight peppermint flavor from the hot chocolate she had drank earlier lingered, adding more to her addicting taste. Skwisgaar leaned back and stared her straight in the eyes, making her gasp for another reason. His eyes shone with such strong passion, her heart quickened. His eyes burned liked endless pools of love.
"I love you." Skwisgaar said softly, "I never really said it before, but I do." He picked up his pace, thrusting harder into her. Runa cried out as he hit that special spot that caused stars to burst in front of her closed eyes, heightening the ecstasy she felt. "And soon, you'll be all mine. Mrs. Skwisgelf; no one elses."
Runa whimpered as she felt her climax building, only a few more powerful thrusts and they both would tumble over the edge of bliss. She clawed at his back, begging him to go faster and harder. He didn't need to be asked twice.
--PxC—
"Ooh… baby." Cherry purred as she straddled her lover's waist, inching herself down onto his throbbing dick. Pickles didn't want to risk hurting her, and so he allowed her to take the reins of their love making tonight. Not that he minded, he loved it when she got wild above him, her youth in Texas and riding the mechanical bull had taught her a few neat tricks no matter how big she was then. She was his sexy cowgirl now, and that was all that mattered to him.
He closed his eyes and gasped, feeling her warmth and inner muscles incase him all the way. She rolled her hips in a clockwise manner, loving the way Pickles choked on his breath and buck up into her. His hands clamped themselves onto her thighs as she began to move up and down on him, rotating her hips this way and that slightly to send him over the edge.
"Ugh, Ch-Cherry… ahhh…" he whined, sitting up so he could attack her neck. She leaned her head back, her hair tickling his thighs, to allow him better access. He latched his mouth onto the star tattoo, which coincidentally, was in his favorite spot. He could put a hickey there and no one would know. He didn't want his girl to look like a leopard after all.
Cherry began to move faster, holding onto Pickles around the neck and keeping his head by her bouncing bosoms which he grabbed and showered them with kisses. He began to talk dirty, turning her on even more with his promises to ravish every inch of her body and worship her. Cherry grinned and whispered in his ear.
"I'm in control, honey. I wanna feel ya fill me up. Come on baby, do it." she hissed, jerking his head back and nibbling his jaw line. She flexed her inner muscles.
"Oh fuck…"
--TxL—
"Ah! Toki!"
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the room around the moans and groans of the rhythm guitarists. Lucy stuffed her face into the pillow as Toki fucked her from behind, one hand on her hip to help guide her and the other reaching around to play with her special nub between her legs.
The young couple moved at a steady rhythm, prolonging the pleasure before their orgasms would hit them. Toki still couldn't believe that the girl below him was his fiancé. He eyed the ring he gave her and was suddenly driven to pound into her harder and added more pressure to her clit. Lucy cried out and arched her back, smashing her chest into the mattress. The Ukrainian girl whimpered, pressing her sweat covered face into the pillow.
"Toki, I tinks I's… ah…" she couldn't finish her sentence as she felt him actually pinch her nub with the pads of his thumb and index finger, rolling them around the sensitive piece of flesh. She shuddered. Toki helped her kneel with her back pressed up against his chest as he thrusted into a few more times before finally exploding into her. The two collapsed and waited to catch their breath before they went at it again.
--End—
While the engaged couples were caught up in their activities, Bloodyfist was chilling out in Murderface's room watching a late night horror movie. She curled up beside him, resting her head on his chest while he propped himself up on his pillows and his arms behind his head. It was one of the most peaceful moments either of them had in a while.
Bloodyfist sighed and draped her arm around his torso, rubbing her face a little to get more comfortable. Murderface tried not to stiffen as he inhaled a large breath to calm himself. The female bass player was the only woman to ever get this close and personal with him, so it was a little weird. He made a confused face, no longer paying attention to the movie Saw 3000.
"Hey, Sushi." He said, calling her by name like he always did when they were alone.
"Yeah Will?"
"Uh… I wash… uh…" He gulped when she moved to face him, her eyes boring into his. "N-never mind. Thish movie ish pretty good." She smiled and shook her head.
"Silly…"
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Meanwhile, Nathan's was startled as someone knocked on his door. Getting up from his bed dressed in only black fleece pajama bottoms because it was too cold to wear just his underwear, he didn't bother to put on a shirt. Opening the door, he raised a brow as he stared down at Moira, dressed in that skimpy nightie from the night after the dance in Yakov's home. It barely covered her rear and was really low, showing off an excessive amount of cleavage.
"Huh?"
"I'm here to show my thanks." Moira said as she rolled her eyes, acting as if nothing was out of the norm. She avoided looking at his chest, holding up a small bottle in the mean time, "Thought I give you a massage. Ofdensen mentioned you sometimes get a sore back, even if you buy a new mattress every year." She smiled up at him, "Maybe I can help?" there was a seductive tone to her last sentence that had Nathan wondering if she had actually still drunk. Moving to the side, he allowed her in and shut the door.
She rearranged the pillows on his bed and instructed him to lay down. Once he did, she surprised him by sit astride on his rear. He could feel her toned thighs on either side of his hips and the slight warmth from her core. He jerked as she poured the contents of the bottle onto his back. He didn't expect the chill.
"Sorry. I know it's kind of cold. I'm using lotion instead of massaging oils so it doesn't ruin your sheets. Plus it absorbs into your skin faster." She said softly, rubbing her hands in circular motions on either side of his spine. "So relax."
Nathan did just that, actually enjoying the contact a lot more then he probably should. He tried to concentrate on other matters, instead of the funny feeling swirling in the pit of his stomach that he got every time they were alone. He let out a low groan as Moira worked on the taut muscles of his shoulders. There was a peaceful silence that fell over them, and for once Nathan actually liked the feeling instead of being hateful and insulting at one another. Who could complain when a hot chick dressed in a sexy silk nightie was giving you a massage? Sure as hell not him. It was a turn on.
The male vocalist has lost track of the time and was close to falling asleep when Moira got off and nudged him. Without thinking, he rolled over onto his back and nearly choked on his breath as she once again mounted him, sitting dangerously close to his growing erection. She wasted no time in applying more lotion and working it into the skin of his rib and torso. He had to bite the inside of his cheeks to prevent himself flipping them over as he stared into her peaceful face.
When her hands began to travel up his body, he knew something was up. Her head dipped dangerously low to his, enough to where her breasts pressed into his chest. He gasped, definitely not feeling anything else under her pajama when he felt her nipples. Her hands rested on his shoulders as she whispered in his ear.
"I think my hero deserves something extra… if he wants it." she smirked as he became rigid, his breathing becoming shallow. She toyed with his skin with a well manicured finger. "Tell me Nathan, do you want it?" Her words were like silk, teasing his ear drums that made his body break out into goose bumps.
"Want… what?" he said slowly, trying to control his racing heart. She wasn't offering that as a thank you… was she? It was too good to be true. Damn his perverted mind!
Moira ran a hand through his hair, fanned underneath him and spilling over the pillows like black ink. She trailed her lips from his temples to his cheek, then across to the corner of Nathan's mouth before leaning up again, a strange sparkle in her eyes. "Me." She said simple, finally planting a soft kiss on his lips while she tangles both of her hands in his hair.
Nathan, wide eyed, could not believe what was happening, or what he heard. Moira was… she was allowing him to…? But did she want it? It didn't seem fair to either of them if she didn't want to have sex with him in his opinion. Sure he wouldn't mind, but this was different. She needed to know how he felt, as sappy and total pussy like as it might have sounded.
He gently pushed her back, causing her to gasp and her eyes to widen, obvious mistaking his action as a form of rejection. Did she read the signs wrong? Nathan sat up, and sighed, staring deep into her eyes so she knew how serious he was about this.
"Are you sure?" he said tenderly, wrapping his massive arms around her waist. "I uh… don't think I could uh, could screw you without feeling guilty if you're just uh, doing this as a fucking 'thank you'. Do you want this as much as I do?" Moira heaved a mental sigh of relief.
"Yes, I do want you. " she said, placing her head in the crook of his neck to hide her blush and putting her left hand on his bare chest. "I discovered that, I've…" she struggled to find the right words, "had… deep feelings for you. I suppose it took me being kidnapped to even realize it. I had missed you so much. I kept hoping that it would be you who would find me. I never felt so lost, or so unsure of myself. Then when you came, Jesus Nathan. I never wanted you to let me go. Even if you don't feel the same, will you at least, you know?"
She was caught off guard as he smashed his lips against hers once she lifted her head. One hand reached behind to her lower back and press her against the hard bulge in his pants while the other squeezed her bare thigh. Their lips moved together as nothing else really needed to be said. Moira could feel the love in their passion filled kiss. It wasn't entirely from wanton lust, the lingering gentleness from his hand as he held her was enough to make Moira smile.
"I'm… not made of glass." She said against his mouth, gasping as he groped her rear. Nathan broke the kiss.
"I'm just making sure you're real. You're not drunk are you?" Moira giggled, rocking her hips forward as she shook her head. "Good."
--NxM—
The god of metal carefully set her down on the bed, being cautious of whatever hidden bruises she could possibly still have. Slowly, he slipped the silk fabric over her hips and stomach, marveling at the beauty of her visible skin that looked like it hadn't been abused. He was able to lift the nightie off her, leaving Moira clad in nothing but black lace panties. He frowned, noticing the yellow blotches of fading bruises on around her nipples and the underside of her breasts. The sergeant stripes tattooed around the area above her heart also sustained the same marks. He carefully palmed the mounds.
Moira gasped and closed her eyes, feeling her body heat soar and her heart to thump powerfully.
"Does it hurt?" Nathan asked, letting go for a moment. He carefully stared at her face, relieved to find no evidence of her trauma on her face but the small scar on her lip.
"No." she said breathlessly, "You don't have to be gentle. This isn't my first time." Nathan nodded, berating himself mentally for acting like a shy virgin school boy. He was far from that, but god damn the person who had the right to say he was Moira's first. Nathan leaned into her and held one of her bosoms in place to suck on her left nipple, putting one of his knee in between her legs to press against her.
Moira groaned at the sensation, rocking her hips again to rub against his patella, sending chills to run up and down her spine. One hand reached to grip the front man's shoulder while her other hand gently rubbed his tent. This was how it was suppose to be as desire consumed them both, but still deep down this was going to hurt her more than anything else. Finally growing bolder, Moira slipped her teasing hand into his pants and grabbed as much of him as she could, rubbing the pad of her thumb over the slit on the head. This caused Nathan to shudder.
Nathan removed his now soaked knee away from her, making her whine in protest. He chuckled, also removing her hand from his harden length. Before she could ask what he was doing, he moved down her body, licking and nipping as he went, dipping his tongue into her naval as he passed it. Her groans were music to his ears. Whilst she was distracted by his tongue, he slipped a hand into her panties and stroked her. She bucked up as he grazed her clit.
"Someone seems to want it badly." He chuckled darkly, lightly probing her with a large finger.
"Fuck … you…" she wheezed.
"You already are."
He ripped her last remaining garment off her and took a moment to stare at her in all her glory, flushed from his earlier attention. His eyes became half lidded as he spied her very essence. He loved a woman with a bald pussy. He didn't know why, but he did. He attack it immediately, making Moira jump and cry out in pleasure. His large tongue inserted itself into her dripping cunt, swirling about. With the added suck from Nathan's mouth, she was soon squirming about, feeling the heat inside grow. What seemed like a eternity of the pleasurable torture, her back arched up as she was hit with her orgasm, exploding into his mouth that clamped onto her. Nathan drank every last drop and licked her clean before coming back up.
He was startled as she pounced him, somehow switching positions with him. A new fire burned behind her eyes as she yanked his bottoms off, his dick springing to life from it confinement. With great ease she wrapped her hands around it, descending her head to mouth fuck him. She took as much as she could inside, the last part of his massive penis was stroked with her right hand, the left fondling his testicles. She kept an even rhythm that slowly started to become faster.
Nathan groaned, thrashing his head about from side to side as he moved his hips along with her. "Fuck… I think I'm… ugh…" the pre-cum began to fill Moira's mouth as she licked and nipped at the head, running her teeth along his cock in a way that had him turn into jello from the pleasure. That was new to him.
"Cum for me Nathan." She purred as she lifted her head up and fondled him with firm strokes of her dainty hands, "You're not getting inside my pussy until you do." That was enough to set him off along with the slow torturous lick from the base up. As he ejaculated, Moira kept her mouth around him, sucking up everything as best she could, but the rush and the amount he produce had small droplets seep out. Gasping, she lifted her head, a small stream of his cum sliding down from the corner of her mouth to her chin. Nathan's eyes bugged and he was instantly hard again. How could that small woman be so damn sexy? He grabbed her head and pulled her in for a hungry kiss, not bothered with the tasting himself on her.
Again they switched positions. "Are you sure?" he asked again, despite the fact that all he wanted to do was ram himself into her and ride her to the stars. He kissed her forehead.
"I am." She said with a small smile, touched by his concern and gentleness. "Please, don't keep me waiting." Moira gripped his hips, trying to pull him forward as his head rested at the entrance of her womanhood. "I need you Nathan." She was already panting again.
With a thundering heart and shallow breath, Nathan inched his way into her, savoring the feeling of her stretch around him and welcoming in to what he felt was home. It was so perfect, and so right, as if he finally saw the light and all that he ever needed to be happy was right there under him. Fuck being metal, fuck being evil, loving this woman was by far one of the most mind numbing, hell raising and brutal thing he ever experienced in his life. He loved it. He loved her. It took every ounce of will power for Nathan not to cum right away knowing that tonight she was all his.
Moira shifted, moaning like crazy. He was bigger than she thought, more so then Munkittrick and Javier by at least an inch and most definitely thicker. The thought was comforting in a way. Through the haze of passion Moira concentrated on his face, memorizing every detail, every expression and feel of him around and in her. She held his face in her hands and brought his head down for another kiss, this one simple and downright promising something that could never be. Her mended heart was breaking again. "Oh Nathan…" she breathed.
The hulking man began a steady pace much like the one Moira did while she gave him the best blow job of his life. But soon he couldn't keep it as he lost the ability to think, simply thrusting in and out of her with such vigor and fervor, Moira could do nothing but cry out a butcher version of his name and fist the sheets by her head. His hands slipped from their spot above her head to her hands beside those gorgeous eyes. Their fingers interlaced with one another as if they were a loving couple. Perhaps they were. Nathan had never lost control with any of the other women he bedded. Never. The small woman beneath him was currently his everything. Nothing existed in the world but them and their love making.
"Ah… Nathan!" she shrieked as he plowed into her harder, something she thought was impossible at the rate he was going. The band inside finally burst as his name ripped itself out of her throat. Nathan, after a few more thrusts, exploded into her before finally collapsing on her. He would have rolled away, but she wrapped her arms and legs around him. "St-stay…" she panted, her body twitching and tingling from its ordeal. "Please…"
"I love you." Nathan said mindlessly. He had a goofy and tired grin on his face. Moira's heart skipped a beat. Thankfully his head was nestled in the valley of her breasts, so he couldn't see the tears begin to fall. Moira remained silent, and sighed in relief as she heard him softly snore, mumbling something in his sleep. His grip on her torso tightened a fraction. "God I love you."
"Oh Nathan…" she said broken heartedly, "I love you too." She kissed the crown of his head and cried silently. "I love you too…"
--Several hours later—
Moira carefully removed his hand from her naked torso and quickly dressed. Exiting his room, she wiped her face and dashed into the room she had been sleeping in since the beginning of all this madness, changing into a new pair of clothes and diving into her closet to grab all her belongings and rushed them and herself to the rec room where the rest of her band mates awaited her.
All but Bloodyfist looked like her, tear stained and hurting. The bass player was depressed, no doubt about it, but she was thankful her relationship to Murderface never progressed as far as theirs, though she could admit she was also in love with him.
"Ready, ladies?" Ofdensen said as he walked into the room with several klokateers and General Crozier. The employees grabbed their remaining bags and carried them away, "There's still a chance to turn back now."
"No!" Moira hissed, "It has to be done. This is for the best."
"Very well." Ofdensen said, bowing a little, "The press will be waiting for you at the airport in an two hours, that gives you enough time to get something to eat before you all leave."
Cherry stepped forward and hugged the CFO, "Charlie, thank you, fer everythin'. Makes sure Pickles stays outta trouble, ok?"
"I will. Don't worry, Crozier and I will keep tabs on you ladies. You'll be safe, and I will keep any news of you away from Dethklok for as long as I can. However, if they choose to look for you, there is nothing I can do." He sighed, adjusting his glasses. "It's six in the morning, perhaps it's best for you to leave now."
The CFO escorted them to the entrance of Mordhaus where a limo was waiting for them. As the girls got in, Moira stayed behind to talk to Ofdensen for the last time. She handed him an envelope, "If… any of them ask why we did it, and they don't seem to buy your bullshit, give them this. It explains everything. I'm really sorry."
Charles shook his head, "No, I should be sorry. None of this would have happened had I not let my guard down."
"Don't say that. If all this didn't happen… then we never have had the chance to meet them. Time will tell if my girls and Dethklok were meant to be. We're out of this business though." With that, she turned and walked away.
--Airport—
Hundreds of reports once again crammed into the conference room at the airport, all wondering what was happening as Moira Implosion took the stand to speak on live television that was to be broadcasted around the world. Standing at the podium, Moira sighed.
"People of the world, it had been my pleasure and the rest of Cancerous' to have had the honor of entertaining you. However… due to circumstances beyond our control, Cancerous is disbanding as of this moment." She choked a little as the crowd roared with questions. She raised to her hand to silence them. "The threat of the Undertakers is still present, and we are not able to bear the thought of any of Dethklok's members getting hurt, and worse of all, killed. After much debate, the best course of action is to break up and go away to pursue other careers… that may not be in the music industry. I thank you all for listening, and I'm sorry. I will answer no questions." With that, she went back stage and disappeared.
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Crozier met up with her as she approached the private jet that was to take to wherever she was going.
"The others left already. Cherry's going back to Texas, Runa to Finland, Lucy said she was going to France and Bloodyfist is probably still waiting for her flight to California. Where will you be heading?" the elderly General said.
Moira smiled bitterly, "Back to Moscow. I know Munkittrick will come after me again, it's best to put as much distance as possible from Nathan. However I won't be far from Dethklok." Crozier looked confused, "I'm going to stay with Ivan. It's perhaps the last place Nathan would want to look for me, if he even bothers." At that, she laughed. "Besides, I owe him. It took me a while to realize it, but Ivan and I do have history together. Maybe he can piece in a few things about my family that I didn't know of. It could be fun."
Crozier couldn't help but hugged her, "If anything happens, call me." He handed her a card with his information. Moira nodded and turned around, getting on the plane that would take her away from Nathan. The General saluted her, and she in turn returned the jester.
--Later at Mordhaus—
"FUCK!" roared Nathan as he woke up alone. He had searched everywhere for the black haired vixen when he came across a weeping Toki double over as he clutched something in his hand in Ofdensen office. Pickles was beside him, punching the walls. Skwisgaar was curled up in a corner, not budging at all while Murderface paced back and forth, cursing as he did so.
"I see you finally woke up." came Ofdensen's calm voice, "Have a seat. Or not, I don't care."
"Where is she?"
"They?" he corrected, "Gone." He turned on the flat screen that began to play the recording of Moira's speech. Nathan's knuckles turned white.
"How could they do this ta us? We could protect them!" Pickles shouted, trying hard not to cry, "I fucking love… loved… Fuck! I can't believe it." He grabbed a lamp and chucked it out of the window, "Fuck!"
Toki stared at the engagement ring in his palm, "Lucies m-makes da… da… bad dreams comes tr-true."
Ofdensen sighed, "They did it to protect you. Undertakers are still out there. They were formed because Cancerous was becoming as big as you. Now that their disbanding, the girls believed it would prevent any further complications."
"Show… you knew about thish?" Murderface said dumbfounded, "Why didn't you schtop them?"
"Because it wasn't in my place. I have no control over them, and neither do you. I apologize for the way you feel, but there is nothing we can do. What they did was noble." None of them believed that however. At least not at the moment.
"Fuck this…" Nathan growled, "Fuck all of this! Fuck her! Fuck them! Fuck the world! Fuck you! I'm going to burn my fucking bed." With that, he slammed the door on his way out.
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It was then that Dethklok reclaimed their title as the world's supreme metal band, but Cancerous was always remembered. The stocks went up for Cancerous and their last album (nearly four months late in release with none of them there capture the spotlight) was a number one hit for a while, grimly reminding Dethklok that no matter what, they were fools. Ofdensen and Crozier continued to keep in touch with the girls, but nothing really occurred as the boys refused to search for them. They were more than hurt by what happened.
The Tribunal did nothing to Crozier once he returned, despite a mission failed. Moira Implosion was still alive. However, Mr. Selactia was satisfied at the fact Cancerous was good and gone. There was little reason to suspect they would pair up again with the Undertakers still lurking in the shadows of society on the prowl to take the five women down, especially Moira Implosion. The girls' rising fame as individuals also helped solidify the thought. Cancerous was no more.
FIN
You're all probably pissed…
Sorry.
Gremlin: Sorry, no happily ever after D: But I'm good, possibly still bleeding to death through my –ahem- you know… I need to see the doctor again.
Broiler: I was not offended; I couldn't help but laugh though, especially at your statement. I think FF is dominated by female authors, and I know there a plenty much better than me :) But thank you any way.
Dragonz: Happy sad… XD It did make sense to me. My problem wasn't really scary, just funny in my opinion. Hope you had a Merry Christmas! My Christ-nukah was pretty chill. Lol
Insomnia: Again, I take no offense :D BCP's are forever evil in my book. Never more! I'm still spotting even though I'm taking Provera thrice a day, the pill form of the shot and other pills, a total of 11 in a day. I'm old… Snot Rocket! Yay! Lol. I know this wasn't the ending you were hoping for. Don't hurt me, or I'll be force to make you panic before I stick a needle in you. Muwhahaha, jk.
YourSweet: Nope this was the end, officially. Probably terrible… -cackles evilly-I love random moments, they make life awesome :D Good luck with getting the internet soon! I shall add you on myspace… after this fiasco with a friend blows over. In the mean time… Have a facebook??
Livia: Anemic is low iron levels in the body. It's bad and leads to fainting or something, at least it does for my aunt. Sorry about Runa and Skwisgaar :( I liked the snail though :D
Angela: Awkward? Very much so. I laugh every time I think about it though. I hope you didn't cry too much.
BUT!!! Guess what? Originally I was going to save it until the next chapter, but fuck it. There is going to be a….
SEQUEL!! I think I stick with the original title: Reunionklok. It's set about 5-6 years after Cancerous' break up. Expect it to start in late January! Hopefully this will curve your anger away from me and prevent my untimely death :O
Thanks for reading! This wasn't possible without your support! NOW REVIEW!!! Frightklok should be up on the 31st. Adieu for now.