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

Chapter 1

It was Gear Orientation Day today here at Mordhaus. The Sacred Ceremony Of The Branding Of The Gear had taken place the night before. To which I was still accustoming myself to. I idly scratched at the fresh Gear brand that was burnt upon the back of my neck by none other than the only man in Dethklok that I would actually be willing to work for. Yep, we are talking Mr. Nathan Explosion himself. At the time I thought that was a dream come true, but now upon reflection I wondered why the burly singer should actually want to willingly conduct the ceremony. Which he did surprisingly well, don't get me wrong. But why did he insist on personally branding me?? As I was standing there like a rooted tree, I tried to sort out my tangled thoughts. Suddenly, someone slapped me on the back, knocking the breath out of me. "What the hell?!" I bellowed and spun around to glare at my newly branded best friend, Angel. She laughed and said, "Dude, fucking pay attention! Ofdensen is about to come onstage with Nathan!" My eyes widened slightly at this exclimation then just as suddenly narrowed. I turned back to Angel again, suspicious. "You're shitting me, aren't you,dude??" She squeaked and shook her head, "Fuck that, dude, like I'd ever do that to you! Look for yourself then!" She huffed and turned back to the front again. I grumbled and looked over on tiptoes at the stage..and about passed out. It turned out Angel was right. There was no mistaking that massive tall body with long black hair rippling over massive shoulders to fall softly about a heavily muscular chest and slightly tapered pudgy waist. HE was onstage with Ofdensen then! Angel had not been kidding. As I gapped stupidly at the gorgeous singer, my wits were once again knocked out of me by a gentle slap to the back of the head. Courtesy of another one of my fellow Gears, whom we all lovingly called CD. "Pay attention!" He hissed in my ear, "He's calling Gear numbers to be presented for job assignments!" "Ooh." I murmured and looked, now at Ofdensen holding a massive ledger in his hands. Considering how high my Gear number was, 6982. I allowed myself to tune out to Ofdensen and was content to keep my gaze fixed upon Nathan,my thoughts racing back to last night.



I was a small, scared girl of 20 facing off against other rather violent, hopeful, and ambitious Gear wannabes. I hooked to my left, knocking out a man twice my size with a blunt spiked club that I had designed myself down in the holding chambers with the others. As I was finishing off my opponent, I suddenly felt a strong sharp pain flare in my kidney. I fell down in a heap, staring at two huge men with swords while my own weapon had flown out of my grasp after being cheapshotted in the back. I glared up at the thugs through hazy vision as they leered down upon my fallen form. "Hey," One of the thugs grunted, "We should have some fun with this chick before we fucking cut her into little pieces for the yard wolves!" I glanced around in desperation for some of my fellow Gears. But they were all involved in their own rather violent battles. Praying for their safety, I once again switched my gaze back upon the thugs. I intended to get up and beat the motherfuckers senseless, barefisted, if I had to. As I had started to rise, one of the men planted a heavy boot in my ribs and shoved. I went down breathless and in pain, cussing under my breath, certain that I had cracked a rib or two. I tried once again to stand up and another greasy haired thug aimed a good kick in my head, which rendered me so dizzy that staying down seemed the best option. I wandered in my head, my mind floated to where I was almost unconsious. I watched with a numb body as the thugs prepared to rip my clothes off in the ultimate violation and conquest. I tried to open my mouth to scream my hatred at the motherfuckers as one of them leaned over my prone body, straddling me, holding me down, whispering manically, "We are gonna break your fucking body before we cut ya like fucking sushi!" I couldn't do anything but turn my head and try to scream again, attempting to fight back. I closed my eyes and waited to die for my beloved Dethklok...

Next thing I knew, I heard my friend, Angel screaming. A pounding like the sound of heavy boots stomping a measured, murderous tread, more screaming, a warm wet sensation on my face, like I had been sprinkled with water, and the weight upon my body vanished like it had never been there. I slowly opened my eyes, scared of what I might see. All I could see was blackness but I felt a sense of weightlessness, like I was floating. Gradually, the sensation came to me that I was being carried. But, by whom? I didn't know anybody strong enough to carry me, outside of CD. I blinked my eyes more and focused on moving my eyes, not my body cause it hurt too much. As I shifted my sight up, I noticed long black hair straggling over my face and chest. I about hyperventilated. CD did NOT have long black hair...which meant only one thing... My mind froze in sudden realization. I was being carried by Nathan Explosion himself!! I whimpered deep in my throat in a panic. I heard a soft grumble and looked up. "I'm not gonna fucking hurt you,ok?" I sighed and nodded my head the best I could, still not trusting my voice. I had looked up at exactly the wrong time. Because when I did, he was looking down at me, an unreadable expression on his face, bright green eyes glowing with a strange light, of what I didn't know. "Fuckin assholes, ganging up to rape a woman...Fuck em!...No woman deserves that..." I heard him rumble deep in his throat as though he were talking to himself and not me. I decided to try using my voice.."Um..my lord..where are we going...?" I murmured softly. He looked back down at me, "Uhh...I'm not sure...hospital wing is too full for the night...uhh..I guess in my room..since you're not assigned or branded yet..." He mumbled. I did'nt know what else to say since my brain once again froze. I just nodded and let him carry me down the hall to his room in awkward silence.

Once we reached his room, he wordlessly placed me softly on his over-sized gigantic bed, then turned into another room. Which I had assumed would be the bathroom. This was confirmed a few seconds later by the sound of water running in a tub. I struggled to sit up, feeling rather stiff and sore. I held my hands to my face and noticed that I was covered with blood and various bits of gore. I knew that wasn't my doing because I was too hurt to fight back. I stared back to the bathroom where Nathan had vanished to. What did he do to those guys to warrant me being covered in so much blood and gore? I wondered. He came back out and noticed me sitting up. "Are you...uh..alright?" He growled softly. I looked up at him, still somewhat groggy, "Um, I think so, my lord...but where did all this blood come from..? I did'nt think I was that hurt.." I trailed off. He growled and stared off to the side, I could see the rage glowing in his eyes. He growled again, "I bashed the motherfucker's brains in! Both of them...that's what I did...and ya...I guess it got on ya...yeah..." My eyes widened considerably. "You..um..." I trailed off. He growled again and looked me straight in the eye, green eyes flashing dangerously.."Yeah,I fucking killed the bastards....So?" I shrank back from his gaze and murmured, "Thank you,my lord..." He grumbled under his breath again, "Whatever...fucking sick bastards..." We both stared at each other wordlessly for a minute before he rumbled, "Um..I ran a bath...uhh..if you think you can make it..." He trailed off,looking kinda sheepish.."Thank you again, my lord...I think I can make it..." I tried to stand up and walk a few paces. But, before I could take more than two steps, I started to falter and collapse, my ribs hurt too much. I braced for impact with the floor again. But, I felt nothing but soft cloth against my face. I felt horrified, I had ran into Nathan! My mind whirled, Or..did he catch me?? I didn't know which and I was very embarrased. "I'm sorry..my lord...." I trailed off, feeling extremely stupid and weak in the face of the most brutal singer of all time. "Quit fucking apologizing,it's not your goddamn fault..." He growled, "Just...fucking let me help you walk in there at least...goddamn...fucking stubborn." I tried grabbing his large arm for leverage and wobbled dangerously. He growled impaitently and just swept me off my feet again in one fluid motion, "Just fucking let me carry you in there....goddamn." I froze in his grasp and unable to articulate any useful words, just wordlessly flung my arms tight around the bull like neck and let him carry me once again into the bathroom, my face buried in his t-shirt, burning with humiliation.

Once we entered the bathroom, Nathan gently set me back on my feet and looking down at his boots, hair hiding his face, he mumbled, "Just like...use my robe or whatever...fucking let me know when you're done...I'll...uhh..come get ya..." Still mumbling, he left me to my own devices, shut and locked the door behind him, leaving me alone in his bathroom. Overcoming my urge to snoop, I shed my blood and gore stained clothing, leaving them on the floor because there was nowhere else to put them. I gingerly climbed into the huge tub, savoring how hot the water was and thankful that he knew what temperature the water should be at. I sank deep into the water and let my thoughts run out of my head like water through a sieve. A few minutes later, I heard loud voices through the locked door, like people arguing. I could distictly hear Nathan's gravely voice roaring something, and another softer voice answering him. I washed as quickly and quietly as I could, noticing now how I was gonna wind up smelling like Nathan. Then, gingerly climbing out of the tub and using the large counter as leverage, I hobbled toward the door so as to hear the arguement more clearly. Throwing on Nathan's bathrobe, black, of course with the band logo on the back, tied securely around my waist. I'm normally not an evesdropper but my curiousity was peaked and I was also worried that I was in trouble or that I had gotten the big man in trouble. Putting my ear to the door, I listened in on the heated arguement.