Sally came into Molly's room, a bit disturbed at what she was listening to. She had been in her room, filled with posters of demonic beings and all things metal. It didn't seem like it at first, considering Wally would just hold up his "rock on" hand sign and make goofy noises, but he did like a good amount of rock. His daughter had become a total metal head however. Sally could see her sister, sitting on her bed, headbanging to Her Ghost in the Fog by Cradle of Filth.

The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But on, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see..."

She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World

That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog

They raped left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog

Sally didn't exactly like this kind of music. It was much too dark, and quite frankly, the screaming and darkness about it kinda scared her. Her sister wasn't insane, she just liked a bit darker form of music. Molly would always hate when she listens to something like Death or Black Metal, and have everyone brand her as insane. Or a demon worshipper. It's better than some of the rap she hears on the radio, which only talks about stupid crap like their dumb life style, what they got, or how bad they think they are. Metal had meaning. Especially in the 80's. Her father was never born in the 80's, but he was aware of some of the rock that existed, like Metallica and other bands.

Molly paused the song when she noticed her sister in the door way. "Oh, hi sis."

"What were you listening to?"

"Her Ghost in the Fog, Cradle of Filth's best song in my opinion." She replied, smiling.

"So that's what all the screaming was."

"Yeah," Molly said, a slight chuckle. "I'm not entirly sure why they do that. I guess it just fits the dark atmosphere of it all."

Molly turned her look into a slight glare. "But I'm not crazy."

Sally turned her face into one of innocents. "I never said that."

"I know but....it's real cruddy when everyone thinks your nuts when it comes to metal. Metal is an awesome genre, but people are literally afraid to listen to it."

"To be honest, it kinda scared me."

Molly looked at Sally for a bit, then laughed. Her sister had joined in the laughter at the awkward moment. Her sister was afraid of the song. The sheer sound of it was funny.

"You'd be the first," Molly stated, still slightly chuckling.

"Sooooo...." Sally started. "You hyped up for your little boyfriend that's coming over?"

Molly blushed slightly. "He's not my boyfriend!"

"Suuuuuure." Sally said. She made kissy faces at her sister.

"Stop that! I don't need no one. Love is for whimpy girls."

"You are a girl."

"And I'm disgraced to be one." Molly let out a little sigh. Sally knew her too well, she knew she was lying. She liked this boy. Through her tough attitude, whe was just like her father. When she found someone she truly liked, she'd be in her own little happy world, but act tough when someone questions about it. That's how Wally would be around Kuki when he was younger. He was always the tough guy, nothing could beat him. Until Kuki was able to break his hard shell and reach his warm soft side. Best decision of his life, even if it did ruin his tough guy attitude.

Suddenly, the two girls heard the door bell ring.

"Alroight Ah'm commin'."

The two girls rushed out to see their father heading towards the door. He opened it up and smiled.

"Well, happy you all could make it."

Yup, I defiantly like this one more than S.W.A.P. I blame the really weird plot. It even confuses me when I type it.