The Brutality Of Fate [A Tale Of Life In Mordhaus]

Chapter 2

Charles Foster Ofdensen was NOT pleased. Not only did Nathan interfere in the Battle For The Gear, but he had actually killed a couple of guys. The normally placid CFO was also concerned that there was some girl involved but he did not have all the information. One girl told him that she saw the young girl getting carried off by Nathan after he had killed two guys that were on her with a single solid punch to the temple each, and that she seemed badly hurt. But the girl, named Angel, told him that she did not know where Nathan had taken the girl, who was her best friend. Taking on a mildly hurried pace, Charles walked to catch the elevator up to the Dethklok Hospital wing thinking that perhaps the burly singer had taken the girl there. Upon arriving at the hospital wing however, the night nurse had informed him that no one had been by and that all the beds were filled anyway. Charles huffed mildly and turned around. Thanking the nurse, he started back the way he came. Charles thought briefly that perhaps the singer had taken the girl somewhere else and knowing Nathan's thought process. He thought that perhaps the big man had decided to take the girl to his own room, not having any other options. Charles hurried down the hall to the singer's bedroom, intending to find out what in the nine levels of hell had happened.

As Nathan sat on the edge of his bed waiting for the strange girl's bath to be finished in case she needed him, his tangled thoughts were interrupted by furious knocking at his door. Looking hesitantly toward the shut bathroom door, hoping not to disturb the young girl, he rushed to the door and opened it a crack to peep out. Who he saw there startled him, what was Ofdensen doing at his door? Worried that he was in trouble, Nathan pulled the door open more and allowed the slightly angered CFO into his chambers. Head hanging slightly, Nathan moved back to his bed and sat down uneasily, waiting for the lecture. Charles looked down at the subdued singer and sighed, "Ok,Nathan, spill it, what the hell happened out there and where's the girl?" Nathan cleared his throat the best he could and mumbled through his hair, "She...was gonna get....ya know...and I couldn't.....fucking...just let that happen to a chick...so...I..uhh...heard her friend screaming...and I saw these two guys on top of her.....beating her and about to...ya know...and I just fucking...went blank...fucking lost it...Ofdensen...I got fucking mad....I just started......ya know...fucking charging those guys...next thing I know..I had hit them hard enough...to ya know...fuckin kill em....and just saw her layin there....not moving...." Nathan trailed off, angered all over again. Now the CFO understood, the girl was savagely beaten and about to be raped to death and knowing Nathan, he hated to see that kind of treatment to any girl. Charles shook his head and looked again at the dejected singer, "Where is she now,Nathan?" Nathan looked up at him with a strange light in his eyes, "Uhh...I drew a bath for her....and shit....cause she was....pretty fucking beat up.....sooo....ya...shes takin a bath...." Charles sighed, at least the girl was safe, "Well, Nathan, we need her to come back to the Main Murder Hall so that she may be branded." If the CFO didn't know any better, he could've sworn the tall singer paled a little bit. "Nathan?" The singer shook his head, hair flying everywhere. "Um.." He mumbled, "I...uhh...wanna look after her....I'll..uhh...bring her to the hall when she's...done...I'm still not sure how...uhh...bad she's hurt..."


Charles sighed again, eyeing the singer's shyness, "Well,alright,Nathan...but she needs to be in the Main Murder Hall in 20 mins....Can you bring her?" Nathan nodded his head, "I can do that....Ofdensen...but..I....uhh...have a request...?" The CFO narrowed his eyes at the singer, "What,Nathan?" The big man put his head back down again, hiding behind his hair. "I wanna...uhh...be present at the.....Branding Ceremony Thingy tonight..and the Orientation thingy.....tomorrow....." He trailed off, still looking down at his boots. Charles' eyes widened slightly, "Why on earth do you wanna be there, Nathan??" Charles was puzzled, he knew Nathan hated attending these kind of functions. Nathan cleared his throat and mumbled through his hair again. "Nathan, I did not hear that." Charles looked down at the agitated singer again. Nathan looked up at him, eyes flashing with a wicked inner light,"I wanna.....you know....personally....brand her....myself!....ya...." Nathan roared, letting his head fall back down again. To say Charles was shocked was an understatement, "You..uh..wanna brand her yourself,personally..?" Charles said. Nathan glared back up at him again, growling, teeth bared dangerously, "YES!!!" He roared again, "GODDAMN IT,YES!!!" He shook his head and let his hair hang in his face again. Charles knew better than to question the singer when he was in THAT kinda mood. He sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Alright, Nathan, as long as the girl consents to it, you may be her brander..Just bring her to the Hall in 20 mins..ok?" "Okay..." Came the low mumble from behind the mass of black hair the singer was hiding behind. Charles shook his head again and left the room in silence, closing and locking the door behind him as he did so.

I had frozen behind the door after hearing the conversation, to say I was shocked was an understatement also. But I knew I could not DARE to question the singer's motives now. Especially since he seemed to be in a very bad mood after being interrogated. As I was thinking this, I heard heavy boots stomping over to the door. In a panic, squeaking slightly, I tore off Nathan's robe and about dove back into the rather large tub. Now with slightly colder water, I shivered and wondered whether I should turn on the hot tap again. But, before I could act, I heard a bang at the door and Nathan's gravely voice shouting through the rather thick wood. "Hey! Are you done..? Uhh...need help...? Cause...ya...we need to be in the....uhh...Main Murder Hall in....like...20 mins....ya..." I froze, I didnt think I could get up again. I was still kinda woozy and now, chilled to the fucking bone. I tried to shout back to Nathan the best I could, "Um...my lord...I think I may...need help.." I felt extremely weak and stupid now, stupid, stupid, stupid. I heard Nathan grunt behind the door and heard him shout again."Ok...I'm coming in...close the...uhh....goddamn shower curtain...sooo...ya...." I squeaked again and shut the shower curtain around me, inwardly thankful that they were black. I heard Nathan unlock the door and come in. "Hey..." He rumbled softly, "You...uhh....need help..?" I shivered slightly, "Yes, my lord...I'm awfully cold..." I had already drained the water, I did not want to just sit there in cold fucking water. I was nearly startled out of my wits as Nathan's huge arm appeared from around the shower curtain, holding his bathrobe out to me. "Just....uhh...get into this and...I'll...uhh...help ya out...." He mumbled from behind the curtain. I took the proffered robe from his grasp and slid it on the best I could, making sure it was tied as securely as possible. When I felt somewhat presentable again, I called out,"Ok...I'm ready..." The shower curtain was ripped back, revealing the singer to me. He looked angry, but not so much directed at me. I was not sure what to do now, afraid of questioning the big man and making him madder. So, just to be safe, I just simply held out my arms to him, looking up at him expectedly. I thought perhaps it was a trick of the light or my own mind still slightly spinning, but I could've sworn I saw the big man blush slightly from behind his mass of hair. I shook my head slightly to clear it and looked back up at him again. Wordlessly he scooped me up into his arms, my arms immediately tightening around his thick neck, and he carried me gently out of the bathroom.

Once again, I was settled on the large bed as Nathan rummaged around his room. I had no clue what the hell he was doing and I so did not want to question him. He seemed angry, but not so much at me. But, I was also curious as to what he was doing. I decided to brave it out, "Um..my lord..may I ask what you are doing...?" I said softly. He grunted and turned to me, tossing to me a overlarge black t-shirt, growling out, "You...uhh...need some..fucking clothes...yours are....all...ya...ruined and shit.." My eyes widened at the shirt in my hands, did he just...? Insist on me wearing HIS clothes..? I decided not to question the big man any further. "Um...here's your.....uhh...personal....thingys..." He said, shyly tossing to me my various undergarments. He was blushing furiously from behind his hair. I resisted the urge to giggle. He really is very cute when he gets all shy like that. I smiled softly at him but he turned away, growling under his breath. I looked down to examine the clothes in my lap. I was good, except for bottoms, which was a problem. I knew that Nathan was a foot taller than me or more, at five feet even, I'd guess his height to be around six foot three, six foot four. Somewhere around there. What the hell would he have that would fit me? I had my answer apparently, cause soon enough, a pair of black cargo shorts landed in my lap. Considering the height difference, they would be more like pants on me anyways.

At least I still had my boots, which were black anyways and easily cleaned. They stood next to the door by Nathan's own pair of spare boots. Our boots were almost exactly identical which I did find rather funny. As I was trying to hold back a chuckle, I heard Nathan clearing his throat as he sat down right next to me! I about flew out of my seat on the bed. As it was, I started a bit and looked at him with wide eyes. "Uhh...will those....work..?" He mumbled softly, hiding behind his hair again. I resisted the urge to brush the hair out of his face, and said softly, "Ya...these will work..I'm short enough anyways!" I giggled. I heard a muffled, gruff sounding kinda chuckle coming from Nathan, "Heh....ya....you are...fucking tiny...heh heh...." I resisted the urge to hit him jokingly and instead hung my head, "I know....it kinda sucks....I'd really like to be taller...I mean..I'm muscular enough..." I mumbled, trailing off. He chuckled softly again, "Heh...ya....uhh...you kinda look...like me...I mean...a tiny....me...." He trailed off, clearing his throat. My eyes widened as I tried to look at him. But, he was hiding behind his hair again. I shook my head to clear it and said very softly, "Thank you...my lord..that means a lot to me..."

He cleared his throat again and got up quickly, not looking at me and rumbled,"Just...uhh...get dressed....we have to...uhh...leave soon....ya.." He walked back over to his closet and threw me a plain black belt too. I shrugged and stood up, hobbling slightly. Eventually, I made it to the bathroom door, carrying my/Nathan's clothes under one arm stiffly. As I started to go in, I thought of something, "Um...my lord....do you have anything for...uh...my hair?" My own long black hair was all tangled and gnarled. He turned around to look at me, his eyes glowing again with that weird light, "Um....don't worry...I'll..uhh...fix it for you....." Even with his own hair hanging in his face, I could still see a blush underneath. I was clearly startled, but as I said, I would do well to never question Nathan Explosion. I just smiled at him and said, "That sounds nice..my lord, I'll be out in a bit then." He was clearly more agitated as I was saying that. He cleared his throat roughly again and growled lowly, "Are you sure..you don't....uhh...need help...?" Ok, that was just getting too weird for me, I wanted help, but not wanting to be dressed by Nathan Explosion himself. While it was a turn-on, it would be deeply awkward, not to mention embarrasing. "I'll let you know if I need help, my lord, k?" I smiled at him again, "I'll be ok." I reassured him. He looked so crestfallen that it was hard to turn my back on him and shut the door to get dressed.