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Dethklok: Growing Dethpains	By : Zandoz Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse Views: 1128 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Guys?," Ofdensen remarked hopefully. "Are we packed and ready to depart?"
     "Yeah...well, uh, no," Nathan speaks for himself and the rest of the band.
     Shaking his head, the businessman goes on, "I thought so. I took the liberty of having your roadies pack for this short tour. So if you guys are ready, we'll board the Dethcopter--"
     "Ah, no," Pickles piped up. "I'm still drinkin.'"
     "Me too," volunteered Murderface.
     "I'm brushings my hair," spoke Skwisgaar, preening like a diva.
     "I haven't hads my happy pills," went Toki.
    "Does this shirt make me look fat?," Judy asked, posing. She was sporting a spiderwebby-black-tank top thing.
     Ofdensen had to bite back a highly sexually-charged remark, and simply said loudly, "We boarding the damn copter. NOW."
     Taken aback, the group obeyed, with Murderface grumbling, "SheeshSomebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today."
"You have no idea, William," snaps the manager drily. God help him hi loved the bunch of idiots.
"Wowee!," exclaimed Judy when she saw the vast expanse of the Dethcopter's interior, mimicking Toki without thinking. As they lifted off she was pitched forward into the arms of a burly Klokateer. "Just air turbulence, young mistress," he said, setting her back on her feet.
"Th-thanks," she said, reeling from the lurching of the now-airborne vehicle.
"'Tis nothing, my lady," the hoodie responded, continuing aabout his business. Being called 'my lady' made one feel rather good, conservative Southern upbringing or no.
She was looking pretty metal by now. Her eyebrows were pierced in imitation of pickles and she wore tight black pants with huge leather boots. And black nailpolish raided from her dad's room. She wandered around, trying to get a feel of the place, and rounded a corner that led to one of the recreational areas. She heard the voices of Dethklok in earnest and halted to listen. She was an adolescent, after all.
"She's a woman, which means she's a dirty soul-murderer," Murderface was saying.
"Ain't you bein' a bit rough on her?," asked Pickles. "I mean, she's just a kid and all."
"She is okays in small doseses," Skwisgaar intoned. "But we needs to gets down to beesness. She's distractinating you, Nathans."
"Aw, screws you all off, I likes her," argued Toki, eating some hard candy. Nathan was silent.
"You know she just hopes to get some of your hard-earned money," the bassist went on, pressing his point. "That's a woman for ya."
Judy took the last few steps into the room, eyes brimming with wetness. "So that's what y'all think of me?," she demanded, surprised her voice was holding so steady. "Is that what YOU think?," she questioned Nathan, who was sitting on the couch with an utterly shocked expression.
"No! Judy, listen--"
"I don't want your filthy money!," she screamed, teenage tantrum in full swing. "I never wanted it! My Mom has plenty enough money. I wanted to know who my father was! I wanted to find out who I am! I wanted--" *sob* "--to be like everybody else!," she ran weeping from the room.
"Judy, wait!," called Nathan in distress, getting up to follow her.
"Better let her cry it out," advised Pickles, his hand on the singer's massive forearm. "She's hysterical right now."
"Goods goings, you guys," chastised Toki indignantly.
"Too much drama for me," whined Murderface. "That's what happens with females around."
"Seems like she mostly okays until you fucks with her, Murderface," snorted the tall Swede, tossing his blond hair.
Judy fled blindly away from the band, crying, her tears streaming down her face. How could they do that to her? Well, Toki took up for her, but he was just one against many. She didn't fit in anywhere. She was doomed it seems to always be alone, she thought--
"Ooof!," she yelped as she ran right into someone. It was Ofdensen.
"Are you lost?," he asked after steadying her.
"No," she sniffed, looking away.
"Is something wrong?," he could tell she'd be crying.
"Just go away," she mumbled.
"Well, you're Nathan's daughter and under my care, so it's kind of my business to know if something's amiss."
"They said I should go away!," she blurted out, burying her face in his suit jacket. "All of them except Toki think I'm lame and unmetal!," she wailed. "Even my Dad!," she snorted, decorating the tailored jacket with mucus. "I just wanna die!"
"There now," the man attempted to sound soothing and wasn't quite convincing. It was a sincere effort, though. Patting her back awkwardly he became aware of the thick ebony locks, so like Nathan's, close to his face. Her hair smelled great, he thought. How did he end up in these situations?
"I--," *hic*, "Just wanna--," *sob* "--go home," she wept, hiching and slobbering. She supremely hated sounding and acting like such a child; little did she know it saved her from possibly being molested by Ofdensen.
She's just a child, he was telling himself, and the wet, snotty hysterics convinced his rebellious body of the fact. "Hey, it's probably a misunderstanding," he assured her as the sobs slowed. "They aren't exactly sensitive types."
"I want to see my Mom," she sniffed quietly. "I don't belong here."
"Well, you see, we're in transit to the first show in this tour," the man explained. "When we land we can talk about sending you back to your mother. Please think about it though. Nathan loves you, he just has a hard time...expressing himself. We--ah, we all love you."
"Really?," she said, turning her angular face up to the man, big green eyes wide. Runny makeup, snot and tears didn't hide the fact she was absolutely adorable--and she looked like a young teen much to Ofdensen's relief. Cute he could deal with. Toki was cute, once you thought about it.
"Of course," he said, and was sincere this time. "Now go uh..fix yourself up or powder your nose or whatever you girls do, and please think about what we talked about."
It was the closest thing to a humorous statement she'd ever heard from the laconic manager, and she smiled a little.

Nathan found her in her chambers hugging her pillow forlornly, and bravely poked his thick skull inside the doorway. "Uh, Judy? You there?"
"Course I'm here. Where else?," she replied irritably.
"I just wanted to say...that I'm sorry for what you heard. Murderface can be dick sometimes, but that's just his way. I don't want you to go," Nathan said simply, unsure of how to articulate what he was feeling. "Ah, fuck it, I'm no good at this shit," and he turned to stalk off. "I'm too stupid."
"Dad, wait!," Judy said. "You're not stupid. Metal and brutal, maybe, but you're not stupid."
The frontman brightened. "Will you be at the show?"
"Uhh..I got some things to think about," she said evasively. "I don't wanna make things bad between you and your band."
"Fuck them dumbasses," snorted Nathan. "Fatherhood is the most brutal and metal thing I can think of. Not that I would give up meeting you, though. Daughters are pretty fuckin' metal too. Ugh, I feel weird saying that. I'll see you later, I gotta go break something." Judy giggled at that. She was glad to have met him, too.
Well, I don't need to be moping around in my room all day, she decided. I'll go watch some tv with Pickles or something. He seems to be able to tolerate me, at least. She started walking around in the mazelike innards of the Dethcopter, and when she entered the corridor leading to the television room two powerful hands grabbed her by the upper arms and yanked her back, one of them clapping across her mouth to prevent her screaming. She bucked and kicked, being no small specimen, but she was only a 15 year old pampered girl, after all. A hood or bag of some sort was plopped down over her head, then something went *crack* against her skull and she saw only blackness.
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