Sweet Child O' Mine - 2Skal Kron paced back and forth in the waiting room. She was allowed to be in the room while Vandir got his treatment, but she couldn't stand to hear her baby scream while they threaded the needle into his tiny veins. If only she were a match for her son; she would have gladly carved out her own liver to give to him so she wouldn't have to hear him cry like that anymore. Skal sighed and paced out into the hallway. Four massive men were coming down the hallway, black hoods obscuring their faces."It was not me!" Skal protested in lightly accented English. "It was the reporter! I said nothing!"The living wall of Gears parted slightly, revealing none other than Toki Wartooth. Dethklok's rhythm guitarist was holding a large teddy bear and wearing a huge smile."Hi! Skal, right? I saw the story about Vandir on the news so I had my manager run a paternity test. He really is mine!
Ulfur - 6The tunnels were a wolf-only place.The Steakhouse would have served humans if any came in, but those that wandered into the restaurant usually left fairly quickly, citing discomfort with the atmosphere. While they wouldn't have been able to give a more specific reason, long dormant monkey instincts were screaming that they were surrounded by predators.The tunnels were a different matter.The pack entered through a secondhand book store, went down into a cellar, walked through an oddly constructed tunnel into someone else's cellar, came out through a decaying subway platform, entered yet another odd tunnel, and came out into shafts that could have been old subway tunnels or blocked-off sewer tunnels."Why did those other tunnels look strange?" Gytha asked."They're designed to collapse if they need to," Rolf said."Collapse? Why would that be a good thing?""Well, y'know, in case of hunters or something," the redhead said with a shrug." . . . . hunters?"For the
Cheer Up, CharlieCharles wasn't sure whether to find the job offers insulting or something to keep in mind. After Nathan's announcement that Dethklok was breaking up, it seemed every corporation in the world wanted Charles Offdensen on its payroll.Of course, Charles had enough money wisely invested to sit on his backside for the rest of his life and still live in unimaginable luxury. Not that he would want to do that. It was so boring. What was the point of everything if you weren't juggling companies like foam balls? That was where the thrill was; running ahead of every disaster and coming out smelling like a rose. It seemed that fate had finally caught up with him. The band was splitting up and for the first time in many, many years Charles Foster Offdensen was going to be unemployed. No.No, he refused to acknowledge that. This was just another stupid stunt of the boys'. They'd get ten feet past the