Brutal Valentines

Chapter nine- When it rains it pours
Told by Charles

1:00pm
Sometimes I wonder why I bother to try and keep the boys abreast of what’s going on with their company. It's like pulling teeth to get them there. Then as I go over the company news, no one is paying any attention to me, accept Pickles and he's clearly not interested in me for what I'm saying. Oh well at least I tried.

430pm

Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork, it seems to spawn asexually when I'm not looking; I have it spread out over the bed with me as I sit next to Pickles. Nothing required me to actually work in my office today so I decided to do it in bed so I can stay near him, even if he's just sleeping I'm happiest near him.

The phone rings “Hello?” I ask.

“Sir, Lord Murderface has been incarcerated.”

“What for?”

“Drunk and disorderly conduct, assault, public indecency and public urination.”

I sigh. Those are the usual charges with Murderface. “Where is he being held?” I ask

“At the downtown precinct sir.”

“The Dethkoptor I sent after Nathan's Explosion sauce should be approaching down town soon. Contact them and have them stop for Murderface.”

“Yes sir.”

I hang up the phone and continue to tackle paperwork. Eventually Pickles starts to stir.
I watch as he slowly wakes beside me.

Suddenly he hops out of bed rummages thru his pants and pulls a jewelry box out of the pocket. What the hell?

Pickles positions himself on one knee on the side of the bed. Christ don't let him do what I think he's going to.

“Charles bein wit ya has made me tha happiest guy alive and I wanna know will ya spend da rest of yer life wit me?”

Shit he did.

“What?” I ask

“Will ya marry me babe?”

I want to say yes. I want to throw myself into Pickles’ arms and never let him go but I can't.

I can just see the headlines Dethklok drummer marries manager in gay wedding ceremony. Dethklok being ripped apart by a Yoko Onno named Charles Ofdensen.

Also, part of me knows Pickles and I can never last. Right now Pickles loves me, right now were happy, but eventually he's going to get bored of me; or worst yet find me disgusting when he's found out about all the blood I've spilt.

“I'm sorry Pickles, I can't.” I tell him.

The look on Pickles face breaks my heart. He tosses on some pants and runs out of the room before I can stop him.

My phone rings “What?!” I yell into it

“My lord there’s been an accident, the Dethkopter you sent out this morning crashed.”

I feel my stomach drop “Had the kopter picked up Murderface yet?” I ask.

“Yes sir we have men heading to the crash site now, there’s no word yet if there were any survivors.”

I get up and hurriedly put on my suit. “Send the coordinates to my phone immediately.” I order, rushing to the garage.

William Murderface, often the most problematic of the band, he's one of MY boys.

He’ll be alright I won't allow for him not to be.