"Kat, I heard of your little fight today." Kat's dad said.
"Okay?" Kat asked, not really caring.
"Why did you even beat up that Kristen girl? I thought you two were friends."
"Yeah, we were in second grade!" Kat said, walking up to her room.
Kristen Parker's house
Kristen sat up in her room. She deserved to get beaten up by Kat.
She did call Kat a slut.
She went into her bathroom and examined her bruises and scratches.
She had a huge red one on her cheek. And a huge blue bruise on her shoulder.
She just covered them up with some blush. She was going to let Kat win this one.
But Kristen so desperately wanted to be in Kat's and Taryn's group.
It looked so fun.
Kristen was in the "wannabes" or "suck up" group.
Preppy, but not really preppy.
But she really wanted to be in the metal head group.
But her mom flipped out on her when Kristen wanted to buy a Dokken tee shirt at the record store.
So she had to stick to the solid and floral printed Sears shirts.
Maybe she would take Taryn up on the tee shirt deal.
Kristen would sometimes sit in bead, wondering how a concert shirt would feel on her skin.
Taryn and Kat wore them all the time, they must be comfortable.
Kristen would listen to metal whenever she could, which was very rarely.
She only knew one Ozzy song, and one Ratt song.
So she stuck to Madonna and Cher, so she wouldn't get in trouble.
But she wanted to rebel so bad.
But she didn't want to get in trouble. She didn't want to take chances. So she just obeyed her mother.
Metal Town Record Shop- Springwood
Taryn was walking around town, and decided to walk into a record shop.
"Hey Taryn, what you want this time? It's either Ratt, Metallica, Iron Maiden or Dokken right? Am I right?" Tim, an employee at the heavy metal music boutique/ record shop asked Taryn.
"All of the above. I want two Ratt tickets, this statue of Iron Maiden's Eddie, this Metallica sticker, and this Dokken necklace." Taryn said, handing Tim a statue of Iron Maiden's zombie mascot, Eddie, a Metallica bumper sticker, and a silver Dokken necklace.
"How much do ya have on ya Taryn?" Tim asked, before handing Taryn the Ratt tickets.
"Eh $25.50." Taryn said, setting her money on the check out counter.
"I'll give ya the good seats anyway. Just don't tell my boss." Tim said, handing Taryn her bag full of stuff, and two front row Ratt tickets.
"Thanks man." Taryn said, walking out of the record store.
It was raining hard and heavily.
She liked it.
But her thoughts kept on going back to that man in the striped sweater and fedora hat.
Who was he? Was a common question Taryn asked herself.
"Hey girl, watch were ya goin!" A man with long blond hair said to Taryn.
"Look, I'm sorry. I have no idea what's goin on." Taryn said, not even looking at the man's eyes.
"I'm not mad, now look at me." The man said.
Taryn was getting creeped out, thinking this man was a molester or something like that.
But Taryn looked at the man any way.
"Lynch?" Taryn asked, referring to the man by his last name.
"Yeah." George replied.
"What are ya doing here?"
"No one knows." George said.
"Ha good luck with that! Have you noticed? Dokken this Dokken that, Dokken to play at Springwood festival, Dokken at the arena. Dokken at record singing! Yeah there's only a few of us fans here, but you keep on gettin booked here." Taryn said.
"Can you keep a secret? I'm here to hunt down some jack ass who is killing the fans. He is known by Freddy Kreuger. He wears a striped sweater and a fedora hat. He is burned, and his preferred glove choice is a clawed one." George said.
Taryn gulped. George Lynch uncovered the mystery.
"Damn, thank you George." Taryn said, happy that the guitarist in her favorite band told her the truth, but another part of her wished it was Don who told her. But she was just as happy.
"Any time." George said, tossing Taryn something.
Taryn looked down at it, it was George's skull ring.
"Keep it, it brings who wears it luck." George said, smiling and walking away before Taryn could mutter a "thank you."
So Taryn put on what she called "the skull ring of George Lynch" and walked home.
"Who gave ya the ring?" Taryn's mom asked.
"George." Taryn said, hoping she would be satisfied with that answer.
"George from art class?"
"Sure." Taryn said.
"It's not that George is it?" Taryn's mom asked, knowing it wasn't.
"Lynch ma, GEORGE FUCKING LYNCH!" Taryn screamed.
"Okay, okay." Taryn's mom said, not wanting to get into it right now.
But Taryn's mom didn't believe her daughter. She just thought Taryn bought it at the gas station, or something like that.
Taryn sat in her bed room, admiring the ring.
Would it really bring Taryn good luck? She only hoped so.
Really strange stuff has been happening to her, and running into George Lynch was one of them.
But she knew it was the real George Lynch. She knew that much.