rae_atthegates (rae_atthegates) wrote in dethslash, @ 2009-02-25 11:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic-nathan/toki, fic-r, fic-rae_atthegates |
Fic: My Plague part 2
Here we go with part 2 of my story! hope you guys like it so far. I tried to post this on LJ last night but it was all messed up and not letting me do any cuts, so you guys are first.
Pairing:N/T, Pickles/??
Rating/Warning: This part is a little more on the R side, for blood, violence and cursing.
Summary: Toki tries to run from his problems, but they just keep getting worse. Also, Pickles is getting secret texts!
Part Two: No Escape
The sedative didn't wear off until one in the morning, but it didn't exactly let Toki forget all about what, or who, was haunting him. If anyone had been in the room watching him sleep while he'd been under - and someone had been, but no one able to be physically seen, at least not yet - they would have seen him thrashing in his bed, whimpering as his dreams tried to eat him alive.
Toki only remembered bits and pieces of his dreams, usually, but tonight he remembered every last detail. The darkness of the expansive Mord Haus backyard as he'd tried to catch Juliet to tell her how sorry he was that he'd caused her to die. The fact that she was running in the dream instead of sitting in a wheelchair. He could still feel how cold her skin had been when he'd finally gotten close enough to her to grab her arm and turn her around so he could try to talk to her….and see that horrible little dead face, over and over again, like he did in his waking hours.
Toki sat up, still feeling a little groggy from the sedative, but trying to shake it off so he could get out of here before Charles or anyone else came into look in on him, check and make sure he wasn't dead or insane. Well, he already was insane, technically, but they were probably expecting him to fully snap and never recover after what Skwisgaar had done. Toki kept trying to feel anger towards Skwisgaar for playing such a cruel joke on him, but somehow he just couldn't make himself feel anger towards the Swede. He knew all the guys pretty well, and knew they didn't exactly have the best memories in the world. He just couldn't imagine what he'd done to piss Skwisgaar off that badly, but it didn't matter now. He deserved it, and so much more, for what he'd done to that little girl.
He pulled his boots back on - a Klokateer must have taken them off earlier, Toki didn't remember - opened a drawer on the chest of drawers next to his bed and rifled through it until he found what he'd hidden there a few months back during Murderface's Nascar-Type Hybrid Event….the keys to his favorite car in the garage. A Hummer H-10, the Dethklok tribute that had been put out last year sometime.
After failing to get their licenses, the two Scandinavians were forbidden from driving anywhere by themselves. They were to be either chauferred by a Klokateer, or it was the sidecar in Nathan's Murdercycle. But sometimes, Toki just needed to drive. He knew he wasn't very good at it, like most of the things he did. But, like making model airplanes, it made him feel in control of his life, for once.
Toki opened the door to his room and walked quietly down the hall, hoping he didn't run into anyone, but ready for the taunts and the bullshit if he did. He knew his behavior earlier today when Skwisgaar had scared him with the mask was totally un-metal, so the second the other guys were sure, in their own minds, that Toki would be all right and wouldn't snap and kill them all, they'd start in on him. It would be stupid childish shit at first, then it would turn mean, as it always did.
Toki was starting to wonder why he even stayed here. It was obvious that the guys really didn't give much of a rat's ass about him. His only real friend since getting so famous was AWOL these days after finding drugs at the Sobertown USA Snakes n' Barrels show. All the girls he seemed to connect with, groupies or otherwise, were always stolen from him by Skwisgaar once they realized how inexperienced Toki really was in the sex department. Charles only looked out for him because it was his job, same with the hooded Klokateers, who were only really concerned with fulfulling Dethklok's every whim so that they didn't get a rifle blast to the face. He was all alone here.
The whole Juliet situation had made Toki question staying in Dethklok a while back, but somehow he'd eased back into his daily routine and, though it was always in the back of his mind, told it to shut up and leave him alone. Anyone would be crazy to leave all this. He was in the biggest band in the world, the twelfth largest economy. He could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and order others to do as such for him. He had the life of a god. But as time wore on, and the memories of Juliet only got stronger, haunted him more, he started considering other options.
At first he'd thought about leaving Mord Haus and going back to Norway, but he knew, especially now, that he could never do that, with what had happened to his father. Funny how he was plagued by Juliet's death, but only felt a cold sort of pity whenever he thought of his father. Probably being beaten, whipped, chained and forced to do hours of manual labor until he was seventeen and had escaped that hole of a village had something to do with his feelings. Toki hadn't really forgiven his father when the old man had been on his deathbed, even though he'd said he had.
So
And then one night, when he'd been online and looking for some decent porn, he'd somehow stumbled across a volunteer group's website, one of those groups that go to third-world and war-torn countries and give people food, build them shelter, teach them to read (well Toki probably couldn't teach anyone to read a language he barely knew how to speak, but he could do the other things just fine). Toki had liked the idea of that. Going somewhere that was nothing at all like Mordland and helping people that he didn't even know. It wouldn't make up for what he'd done, but it was at least a step in the right direction.
Toki finally got to the garage. The Klokateer who usually guarded it was there, sitting and reading some magazine. When he saw Toki he stood up and bowed his head. "My Lord," he mumbled, obviously embarrassed about being caught in such a relaxed manner.
Toki nodded in return and made a beeline for the Hummer. It was a monstrous, black thing, with huge metal horns on top of the hood, spikes sticking out of the front and black bumpers. The sides had been painted to look as if blood and body parts were hanging off it. The thing was more like a tank. Toki hopped up into it and started the engine, the deafening roar almost blasting his eardrums clean out, which was saying something considering Toki was in a metal band. He peeled out of the garage, tired squealing, sounding for all the world like a thousand suffering souls wailing in misery.
Toki kept a respectable speed as he left the ground of Mord Haus and drove through the mostly Klokateer-inhabited neighborhoods that surrounded it. Once he hit the highway he sped up just a little more. He didn't want to be pulled over by the cops again….not that they'd do anything, but Charles would know he'd had the keys to the Hummer then; the manager had been on a rampage about those keys since they'd "gone missing" months ago. And Toki really didn't feel like dealing with anyone right now, so he kept an eye out for flashing lights as he drove.
After about two hours of driving, he noticed a small gas station on the right side of the road. Toki looked at the gas gauge….shit, he was almost on empty. Well, Hummers did guzzle a lot of fuel. Toki changed lanes and drove into the station, easing up to one of the pumps and over the long bell cord. The bell ding-ed loudly and a young man with short, messy blond hair came out, squeegee in hand.
"What can I do for y-" the boy started, then fell silent when he saw Toki's face. He stared at the guitarist for a very long moment, making Toki increasingly uncomfortable. And then, the look of pure shock on the kid's face decayed into one of pure, unbridled hate and rage.
Toki was starting to get very freaked out. Why was this guy just looking at him like that? Toki had never even been in this area before, so he knew there was nothing he could have ever done to piss this guy off. He looked back at the gas jockey with wide, fearful blue eyes, not sure what to do. Finally he decided to talk to the kid. Maybe he was just having a bad day or something. Toki hoped there was something around he could write on, and a pen or marker….maybe he owed the kid an autograph from one of their last local shows.
"Um," he started, his voice soft and trembling just the tiniest bit. "Is…you okay misters?"
The angry face before him glared even harder. "Yeah," the kid said. "Now I'm feeling just fine."
Before Toki had time to say or do anything else, the driver's side door was open and he was being yanked out of the seat and flat up against the vehicle. "Heys!" he squeaked. Was this guy just crazy or something? What in the name of Odin was going on?
"Take a good look at my face, you celebrity piece of shit," the kid growled, his face a mere inch from Toki's. "Tell me if I'm ringin' any fucking bells."
"Um….uh…" Toki stammered, scared out of his fucking mind at this point. He didn't have any weapons on him, and there were no guns allowed in the vehicles anymore. And he didn't carry knives and daggers around all the time like Murderface. So if this guy stabbed him he was pretty well fucked. "I alsready rangs de bells," he blurted.
"What?!" the kid spat back. "The fuck are you talking about?"
"Wh-when I comes in here, I ran overs dat long hose t'ing, what rings de bell. I's sorries, I didn'ts means to-"
"You dumb fucking reject!" The kid screamed, driving a knee into Toki's stomach. Toki grunted in pain and would have collapsed if it hadn't been for his attacker still holding him up by his neck. "I meant, do you recognize me, motherfucker!" The kid paused, gritting his teeth and squeezing Toki's neck harder, making him gasp for air. "You don't, do you? Not surprised….you ignored my little sister until she just gave up and died, after all."
Oh, fuck. This couldn't be happening. Had he really just picked the one fucking place where Juliet's brother worked? All he'd wanted was to just get away from everything for a while, and now it was following him. And to make matters worse, if the kid wanted to kill him or beat the shit out of him, Toki had to let him do it. If this were a different situation, Toki would have beaten this kid, no contest. But he couldn't fight the brother of the little girl whose death he'd been responsible for. There was just no way he could live with himself if he did that.
Brian Sarmansadandle sneered at Toki's expression. "Didn't know she had a brother, did you?" he said, puching Toki in the stomach. "Didn't realize she had a family who cared about her, huh? That shit probably doesn't matter much to you, since you and your waste-of-air metal buddies have all the money in the world, right? Do you know what a little girl's death does to a family who was far from perfect to begin with?"
"I….sorries," Toki managed to gasp.
"Oh yeah, of course you're sorry now," Brian said. "But you probably didn't even think about it when it happened, did you? Bet you and those other Dethklok assholes just sat around up there in that fucking castle of yours laughing about it." Brian hauled back and punched Toki in the mouth. Toki felt his lip split open and the blood flowing down his chin. But at least Brian had let go of Toki's throat.
Toki sank down to his knees, begging Brian for forgiveness, telling the younger man he wasn't going to fight him, he would just lie there and take it. But he was halfway through the tangent when he realized he had unconsciously switched over to Norwegian.
"You pathetic piece of garbage," Brian snarled, kicking Toki in the stomach again. "Get up and fight me like a fucking man. And speak English, motherfucker, this ain't some Eurotrash country."
Toki struggled to get back on his feet. "I says….I real, real sorries, okies? Was sorries when it happens. All de time. You is fights me, I not do no'ting. I's promises."
"Not just a rich boy, but a pussy to boot," Brian exclaimed almost joyfully. "Oh, I am gonna enjoy this."
Toki braced himself for the next blow.
*
"Hey. Hey, Pickles. Lemme see your phone."
Pickles's Dethphone had just chimed again, signaling that he had another text from….someone. No one knew who it was or could figure it out, but someone had been texting the drummer an awful lot lately, and Pickles was being very, very secretive about it.
"Fer the last time, Nat'n, no! Go away!" Pickles waved a hand in Nathan's direction as the big lead singer loomed over him, trying to get a good look at the phone.
"Oh come on you dick, just tell me who it is!" Nathan roared in frustration.
"Why're you so interested anyway? It's kinda weird."
"Caushe the media'sh havin' a field day with it," Murderface answered. "And really, Pickles, it'sh kind of hurtful that they might know more about shomething having to do with you than we do. It'sh…it'sh dishheartening, is all."
"Okay, you know what? I ain't buyin' it," Pickles said. "The only reason you guys wanna know so bad is so you c'n go ahn the Dethklahk Minute and spread all kinds of stupid rumors about me, just to be douchebags. So fuck all a' ya. No."
A cacophony of "Aww, man, come on!" And "This is bullshit!" echoed around the TV room.
"Naht ganna happen, doods. Fergit it," Pickles said, smirking gleefully. It was no secret….he was having a lot of fun with this whole thing.
"Oh, I'll get that phone, Picklesh. Shooner or later you'll be passhed out, and when you are, the Flasch will prevail!"
Pickles snickered. "Oh, uh, the Flash? That what you callin' yourshelf now?"
Murderface sniffed. "Well don't be jealoush, Picklesh. I couldn't help being born with shuperhero-like reflexshesh. It'sh a blesshing and a cursh, really."
"I don'ts knows too much abouts de supser-heroes, but if we ams to have de powers, I t'ink I woulds be de one wit' de Flashes?" Skwisgaar chimed in. "I ams, after alls, de fastest guitarist in de world."
"Guys. Hey, guys.Uh…has anyone seen Toki lately?" Nathan asked, just realizing that the Norwegian wasn't there….hadn't been there for a while now.
"Yea, 'member? Skwisgaar scared him with the mask, he flipped out n' had to be knahcked out?" Pickles reminded Nathan.
"Oh, yeah that's….right. I do recall that now." Nathan nodded. "Well uh….maybe one of us should, like….go get him? He's been knocked out a really long time, now, and I'm-"
"Hey, uh, Nathan? You're totally breakin' that rule, you know, that we all talked about," said Murderface.
"I know! But, come on, we all agree that what Skwisgaar did was a total dick move, so maybe, just this once, we can kinda, ease off the No Caring rule just a little. And just this once."
"Pfft," was Skwisgaar's only input on this one.
"So go git 'im, dood, we won't say nothin'," said Pickles.
"Really?" Nathan's voice was eager and hopeful and very un-Nathan-like. So he toned it down and followed up with, "I mean, you know…whatever."
Nathan turned and was just about to leave the room when Murderface jumped up on the couch, started doing a little dance and singing at the top of his lungs, "NATHAN AND TOKI SCHITTIN" IN A TREE, F-U-C-K-I-N-G…."
Skwisgaar and Pickles laughed. Nathan turned red and glowered at Murderface. "I will kill you," he said as nonchalantly as possible. "Just remember that."
The double doors opened and Charles came in looking uncharacteristically frazzled. "Ah…has anyone seen Toki lately?" he asked the guys.
"Nope," said Pickles, putting his phone away. "Nat'n was just about to go wake 'im up."
"It appears that he woke up some time ago, and is not in his room," Charles reported. "In fact he does not seem to be in the Haus at all. Do any of you have any idea as to where he might be?"
"Uh, no, we've been here pretty much all day," Nathan said. "Why? What's going on?" His voice had an almost panicky quality to it.
"The Hummer H-10 is missing from the garage," Charles said. "I've been keeping my eye out for its missing keys for months. Toki more than likely had then hidden and is probably out right now with that car."
"Then let's go get him," Nathan volunteered.
Charles raised an eyebrow at the singer. "You, ah…you're serious?"
"Yeah, let's go, before he does any damage to hi-to that car," Nathan said, barely stumbling over his words. "God I love that car."
"Yeah, it'sch pretty aweschome," Murderface said, stepping down from the couch he'd been standing on. "You know what? You twishted my arm. I'll go with you, I don't mind."
"Dood, no one even asked you to go," Pickles said.
"Not yet, they hadn't. I beat them to it. Schee? Reflexches."
"Okay so it's me and Murderface. Who else?"
"I'll go," Pickles said. "And so will Skwisgaar."
"Hey! I nevers saids I wants to!" protested the Swede.
"Well yer ganna," Pickles said, dragging Skwisgaar off the couch. "This is all yer fault anyway and if I'm ganna be forced to break the rule too then so're you."
Skwisgaar sighed. "Who ams forcings you, eh? You does it on your owns!" But he got up and followed Pickles out of the room and down to the garage.
End Of Part Two.