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Magnus threw his guitar into the backseat of his car, slamming he door shut and kicking the door. He made a dent in the door, his frustration and anger getting to him now. He stared at the dent and let out a loud,

“FUCK!”

He screamed, getting frustrated and pulling his hair slightly, groaning as he got into the drivers seat and slammed that door. He stared out his windshield, staring up at the apartment door that had the word ‘MordHaus’ spray painted. Everything he had worked for, gone.

“Those fucking little assholes wanna kick me out?! They know nothing of fucking music! They can’t tell the difference between a fucking Chorus and a Verse! Those shitty fucking! FUCK!”

Magnus punched his dashboard, growling slightly as he grew angrier. How dare those amateurs kick him out, kick him from the band that he started. Kick him from the band that he’s been working on. How dare they?

He was silent, gripping his steering wheel as he drove to the nearest grocery store. He knew one day he would made those assholes pay. He knew he would get his revenge. He parked his car and got out, tugging on his jacket as he felt the cold wind hit his chest. He made his way inside, staring at the ground.

Magnus purchased a few items he knew he would need, water bottles, perishables, few blankets and pillows. He grunted as he carried his bags to his car, he opened his trunk and placed them in. He was left with nothing, nowhere to go to, nowhere to live. He was left with nothing but his guitar,dagger but importantly his pride.

Magnus sat in his car as he thought of what to do, then it came to him. He knew what needed to be done, what lesson needed to be taught.

He knew he had to wait until they were all asleep to break in. His revenge was in the making, not only was it slowly happening but he knew, later he would get his ultimate revenge. He had to be patient.

Magnus parked his car near the apartments, watching the window, waiting for the lights to be turned off and door to be locked. God those damn idiots, if they remembered about the spare key. Magnus rolled his window down a bit, lighting a cigarette as he waited. Time was in his hands now.

“Fucking dumbass assholes…you wanna see fucking crazy? I’ll fucking give you crazy.”

Magnus muttered under his breath, exhaling the smoke. He didn’t care if it was a crime, what he was about to do. If they wanted crazy, then he’ll give them crazy. He took another hit from his cigarette, growling as he flicked it outside and tugged on his jacket more.

After half hour of waiting, Magnus made his move. He silently made his way up the stairs, spray can in hand, he moved a small flower pot that rest next to the front door, he grabbed the spare key and quietly opened the front door to the apartment.

He peered in, looking around. No one was in the living room, he was set to go forward with this small act of terror. He quietly shut the door, making his way to the living room, once he stood in front of the wall, he cut his palm wide open, wincing slightly but not paying mind to the pain. His anger was consuming him, eating him alive as he cut deeper into his palm.

He smeared his blood onto the wall, writing the words ‘REVENGE IS COMING’, the blood trailed down his arm, the warmth of it relieving him of this coldness. This coldness that was consuming him from the inside and outside. The man in the shadows was born. He couldn’t turn back, he was too deep. Anger and frustration eating him alive, he needed a release and this act of destruction and desperation gave him this false release.

Next he stared at the tv, unsheathing his dagger as he made his attack. He plunged the dagger into the tv, the screen immediately cracking and small pieces popping to the floor. He began to attack the couches, tearing them up and throwing the pillows onto the floor.

“Crazy…I’ll give you…fucking crazy.”

He whispered, going into the kitchen and throwing everything in the fridge to the floor, he growled as he grabbed a few beers and kept them in hand. He knew he would need a drink after all this. He broke the drawers that held kitchen utensils. He began to break glasses and plates, he didn’t care if he was being loud now. They couldn’t catch him.

Magnus threw a lamp outside the window, glass shattering to a million pieces. He turned as he heard the bedroom door began to unlock. He let out a chuckle as he hurried to the front door, opening it and running out.

“It’s all for you to take in, you fucking little brats.”

Magnus growled, getting into his car. He stared as a small light came on in the apartment, he turned his car on, laughing to himself as he drove off.

Magnus knew his revenge wasn’t over, it was still yet to come. He had to wait, be patient to make it last forever. To teach these assholes a lesson. He knew in time, he would be respected. All he was now was feared, and after fear came respect in Magnus’ eyes. His revenge was in the making and it will be Dethklok that would be taking it, taking this hatred, this anger, and this loathing.

“Revenge is coming.”

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Magnus grunted, sitting at the bar taking his 6th shot. He laid his head on the table, looking at the shitty band that was currently playing.

4 years, 4 shitty years of jumping from job to job, getting arrested, and being homeless. 4 miserable shitty years that have been nothing but hell. No where to run too, no where to live, no one to love, no one to hit, no one to scream at. No one to love. He thought, rubbing his face as he ordered another shot.

“Look Mags…I don’t think yo-“

“Just pour me two god damn fucking shots and I’ll leave.”

The bartender sighed and poured two more shots, slowly pushing them towards Magnus.

Magnus pathetically down the shots quickly, gagging slightly. He threw down a $20 bill and got up, tripping just a bit. He gained his balanced and fixed himself, swaying his way outside, trying to remember how to walk.

“Maybe…I can get…a hotel.”

He mumbled, pushing the doors open to the bar and making his way out, he was hit with a sudden gust of wind. He shivered and pulled his jacket around him. He slowly tried making his way to his car, everything beginning to get dizzy and spinning around him. He hiccuped and took a step off the curb.

Magnus was immediately pulled back onto the sidewalk by a much bigger man, a car speeding by barely missing Magnus. The bigger man looked down at Magnus, grunting slightly.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

The bigger man mumbled out, his voice harsh and loud, it shook the ground almost. In Magnus’ eyes it feels like the ground shook.

Magnus squinted a bit, fumbling back slightly as he looked up at this stranger, a stranger who supposedly has been looking for him. Someone he never met.

“Look man…I’m just trying… get to my car.”

Magnus slurred out, messing with the strangers hand, almost falling back but being grabbed by the stranger once again.

The stranger was 6’8, a strong and mean built, hair balding and white. A man who looked strong, mean, and cruel. The kind of man Magnus wanted to be.

“Magnus Hammersmith.”

Magnus’ eyes widened slightly, trying to leave the man’s grasp only for it to be tightened. How the hell did this man know Magnus’ full name. He was scared, nervous, but a part of him felt respected and wanted.

“I’ve got a damn…car we can talk..there.”

Magnus then led the stranger to his car, unlocking it and getting into the driver and passenger seat with him. He left the door unlocked, incase he needed to escape.

“What…oh fuck…what do you want?”

Magnus held his head, the alcohol kicking in. He grabbed a half empty water bottle and chugged the rest, grunting softly as he made eye contact with the stranger.

“I know what you want. I can help you get it. I can help you get that release. But you need to help me.”

The stranger said sternly, sitting in the car uncomfortably. He was too big, but he didn’t say a word about it, he was here for business. Revenge.

“And what’s that big guy?”

Magnus giggled, hiccuping a bit as his eyebrows twitched. Release, relief. He was confused about what that meant. What release? He felt a hotness in his stomach. Was he anxious?

“You’ve been wasting, your entire life. Planning and preparing, without me it won’t matter. You’ll be dead before if you try to make this happen alone. “

“You’re…what are you…hey!”

Magnus jumped a bit as his shoulder was grabbed, he tensed up as they made eye contact. His eyes grew wide in fear and admiration.

This man, this demonic man, this freakish deadly demon. He could kill with one hand, he was terrifying to look at, he looked angry and focused. He looked as if he had a mission, a revengeful spirit in him. He was everything Magnus wanted to be but knew he couldn’t be.

Magnus felt the other man’s breath on his lips, his eyes relaxing a bit as he looked down at the strangers lips. Forsaken by his old band, forsaken by the lord, will one kiss forsake him once more? Magnus closed his eyes as he quickly crashed his lips into the strangers.

My sweet clementine, oh how delicious you were, juices dripping down my fingers as I taste you.

The Metal Masked stranger was confused at first, warmth over taking him. He kissed back by better judgement, his hand now moving to push Magnus head, kissing harder and deepening it. A deep growl escaping his lips,his hands gently pulling Magnus’ hair.

Bitter, tart, and old. The taste being metallic and harsh, oh how foolish of me to devour you in one bite. No longer sweet or fresh.

Magnus winced slightly, as his hair was pulled. He relaxed more into the touch as the stinging of the sensation cooled away and brought him relief.

Relief. Release. God how Magnus craved for release, release from this sacred world that betrayed him. Release from the place that forsook him. Forsook his art, his dedication, his love. Love.

Magnus grew eager, trying to get closer, warmth. He needed warmth, he was cold for so long and warmth was given to him. He was known and sought after, but for the wrong reasons. Not for what he wanted. He was tired and hungry, hungry for something, anything to release him. Release him from this anger and frustration that stayed within him for years.

“Revenge, will be theirs. We will create it. Dethklok must be destroyed.”

Metal Masked Assassin growled, he looked at Magnus, their eyes connecting. Metals Masked Assassin knew he would have a partner in Magnus. He was weak and pathetic. A maggot needing to be fed, a dead bird being devoured by the vultures. And Metal Masked Assassin was the vulture.

Before Magnus can respond he was kissed again, he grunted and made his way into the other man’s lap, he allowed himself to be devoured, to be tasted and used. Release was given to him. The man in the shadows, being loved in the shadows. He wanted more, the bitterness pleasing him now.

The two filled the air with nothing the lust and revenge, the emotions of need and wanting being one sided. Magnus the poor songbird being taunted by the rattlesnake, waiting for the perfect time to strike. Nothing but revenge consumed Metal Masked Assassin’s mind, while with Magnus, lust and release was in his.

For years he was lonely and cold, unsatisfied as he was never loved. God how he felt loved in this moment. He was taken in, his name was known, how he cherished it. He craved this, craved attention, craved to hear his name. He was meant to be known, he was going to be known, oh how Metal Masked assassin promised, but never what for.

The pair were feared, murder and crime growing as the two became close. They were planning and creating, they knew who to take and what they needed. Their revenge was coming. May god help those who stood in their way. Their revenge was going to be sweet, but bitter to those that forsook them.

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Magnus pulled up into the parking lot, he was wearing all black, appropriate for the funeral he was now a part of. His old manager, Roy Cornickleson was murdered and now being remembered in this service. He closed his door and sighed, locking the car and made his way into the moving crowd. He kept his head down, not wanting to be seen or judged. He was hated, hated for how he treated Dethklok and how he trash talked Roy.

“Oh! Magnus! You cames!”

The voice of the Norwegian caught Magnus’ attention, his head looking up and smiling softly as the younger man ran over. Magnus greeted Toki with a hug, gently patting his back.

Poisoning a drink, bleeding in a sink
Choking with a link, killing with a stink.
Burning up, my sweet clementine.

Toki smiled softly, pulling away after a bit, looking at Magnus. He smiled softly as he led Magnus over to their section for the funeral, Toki sat next to Abigail and smiled softly.

“Abigails! This ams my friend Magnus! He used to be in Dethkloks! Then I took hims place!”

Toki smiled widely, pointing at Magnus as he tugged on Magnus shirt a bit to get his attention. Toki tilted his head at Abigail, he then paid attention as a Priest began to speak.

“Hello.”

Magnus nodded at Abigail and gently lifting a hand and waved, his chest stung as Toki explained who Magnus was. He was replaced, left behind. He stiffened a growl and coughed slightly, trying his best to cover his anger.

Hallelujah wink, getting on the brink
Just your mother's ho
Hallelujah wink, murdering a shrink, burning up.

Once the priest finished his words and preaches, allowing Nathan Explosion to come up and speak. Nathan placed his paper on the pew, coughing a bit as he got nervous.
All eyes were on him, he couldn’t do this.

Magnus stared angrily at Nathan, his eyes piercing into Nathan’s soul. This douchebag, this man here, this coward took Magnus’ life. It was Magnus who was supposed to be known and loved for, cheered on and celebrated.

“He’s showing…emotion.”

Abigail smiled softly, touching her chest as she felt herself let out a soft giggle as she listened to Nathan’s speech.

I saw her laugh
Then she said
"Go away"

Magnus gripped his jeans as he felt his anger rise, he was filled with hatred, anger, and rage. He was supposed to be celebrated, yet here he was not in the limelight. He turned and eyed Abigail.

“I don’t want the girl if it means I can’t have you!…be my drummer! And I want my band back together!”

Nathan shouted, looking at Pickles and frowning softly. He made his way off the pew, walking over to Pickles, embracing him in a tight hug.

Magnus’ eyes widened, he let out a small growl. His band? HIS BAND? Magnus gripped his jacket, his hand gripping the handle of his blade.

On my sweet revenge
Will be yours for the taking
It's in the making, baby

An explosion happened, blowing up the casket of Roy Cornickleson. The ground below began to crack and break apart, people screaming and yelling. Dethklok now being separated from each other. Screams filled the air as The Revengencers climbed out from underneath the ground, like the undead ready to attack their victims.

Charles OffdenSen stood in front of Dethklok, all there but Toki Wartooth who was on the other side of the crack. There he stood with Magnus and Abigail, scared and frightened with what was going on. He backed away from the cracked ground, fear growing in him. He needed to be with his friends, his family.

Out from the earth climbed out Metal Masked Assassin, standing in a few feet away from Charles, a growl escaping his lips as he grew with anger and violence. The two now running at each other, fighting as cries and shouts came from the victims. Klokateers and Revengencers killing each other. Blood being spilled on the earths floor.

Nathan huddled the rest of Dethklok around him, looking around and not spotting Toki, fear grew in him as he became frantic.

“Toki?! Where’s toki?! Toki!?”

The boys looked around and finally spotted Toki, separated from the others. Being stuck with Magnus.

Toki saw his friends and let out a small whimper, feeling an arm pulling him away from the crack in the earth.

“Magnus? What am-“

Magnus pulled Toki close to him, pulling on his hair and making sure he had a firm grip on the younger man.

“It’s ok Toki…it’s ok. Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay next to me!”

Magnus shouted, yanking Toki close, now hurting the Norwegian. He growled loudly as he waited for his cue, he glared over at the rest of DethKlok.

“Ow! Your hurtings me!”

Toki shouted, letting out a yelp as he tried pulling away only to be yanked back. He winced slightly as he grew anxious. He was scared and alone. He wanted to be with his friends, his family.

Go away. Go away.

Magnus smirked as he watched the fight with Metal Masked Assassin and Charles grow more violent, his free hand now grabbing his dagger, waiting for his signal.

“Now Magnus!”

Metal Masked Assassin shouted, landing on the floor after being kicked by Charles.

“It’ll all be over soon.”

Magnus whispered, pressing a hard kiss against Toki’s head, laughing to himself as he revealed his dagger, raising it in the air.

“REVENGE…HAS….COME!”

Magnus shouted, his hand shaking as he forced the dagger into Toki’s side, pushing the blade deep in, twisting it slightly as he laughed to himself, the blood seeping onto his hand and soaking Toki’s shirt.

Toki let out a loud cry and whimper, slightly going limp in Magnus’ hands,looking out to this family. He slowly reached out to them, crying in pain.

Soon after Toki, came a loud shriek. Abigail. She was stabbed in the stomach by a Revengencer,grabbing her and punishing her for a sin she never committed. She let out a blood curling scream as she went cold and limp.

My sweet revenge
Will be yours, it's in the making
It's in the taking, making, baking, taking, faking Shoulda been, coulda been, woulda been, woulda been you.

Magnus stared out at Dethklok, anger and chaos filling his eyes. He wasn’t the same man that he once was, a man who cared for music and love, he craved death, violence, and revenge. His revenge was finally happening and he was soaking it all in.

The blood from Toki’s wound began to pour out into Magnus’ hand, the dagger now being pulled out as smoke filled the air. Magnus dragged Toki away, the smoke causing everyone’s vision to be destroyed. No one can see where they were going.

My sweet revenge
Will be yours, it's in the making
It's in the taking, making, baking, taking, faking Shoulda been, coulda been, woulda been, woulda been you.