Full Summary:
A darkness has always hung over Dethklok that was merely dismissed as the dark forces of metal and brutality, but what if it is something more...The band is then faced by a new force, who believes that Dethklok doesn't deserve their power, and believes that humanity is unworthy of inheriting the earth.

[Author's Note!]: Hello! Just a few things I'd like to say before you read. First of all, this is kind of an experiment. I've noted that MANY of the metalocalypse fics out there are A. Slash romance, B. OC romance, C. Angsty or Tragic SLASH Romance, or D. Humor. So I had this idea for a metal fanfic for a while, and I decided to put it down on paper :/ Like I said, there's a definite lack of any other genre. I'm not saying that this is a bad thing, like I said, this is an experiment. Perhaps the fact that there aren't a lot of metal fics in other genres, is because they simply aren't meant to be. Anyway, technically, the genre of this fic is Adventure/Humor/Fantasy/Horror-ish but seeing as how you can only give it two genres…well there you go :/

If you don't like it then, great, you don't like it :3 But I would appreciate some constructive criticisms if you didn't care for it.

Such filth, she thought. Good men can claim that they are accomplishing some good with each of their petty endeavors, but for every one human accomplishment, there is always someone that has accomplished something even more so than the last. Thus continuing the vicious cycle. Themselves and all their fruitless endeavors are nothing but a burden to mankind. They shall not be missed…

Chapter One.

Want You Gone

Nathan grumbled as he peeled his face off of the hot, rough metal surface of the rusted catwalk. He sat upright, and wiped his sweaty hands down his salty and sticky face. He opened his pale green eyes slightly to get a better look at his surroundings. His head was spinning and his vision was blurry. All he could see was a repulsive swirl of rust and fiery orange, gunmetal grey, and dirt brown. His vision still didn't come into focus, and he felt unbelievably sick. He wasn't drunk, he wasn't hung over, and he hadn't had any tequila, or at least not that he recalled.

No, this feeling was different. Given that the amount of sweat that was sitting upon the surface of his skin was actually weighing down his clothes, and it was oppressively hot in wherever this was, he must have been severely dehydrated. After all, it would explain a lot.

He shook his head and slapped his face, as he stumbled to his feet. His surroundings then became more clear. He was standing on a thin, rusted catwalk, hanging high above what looked like a smelter was spewing out hot orange flames, and oozing melted metal. Nathan suddenly got dizzy once again. He clung to the railing of the walkway (as this was not the most sturdy structure he had even been on).

He took a deep breath of putrid air, filling his nose with the scents of industrial grease, sulfur, and his own body odor. He felt dizzy once again, but slapped himself across the face once again. He had accomplished something: He was standing upright. At least it was a start. He also knew he was in some sort of factory, but where this factory was, why he was here, and how he got there, he hadn't quite worked out.

"Good!" A voice chimed, form somewhere above him. It sounded like a man, with a thick English accent. Nathan didn't know the face that this voice belonged to, but he did know it. He looked up and noticed, what he could only describe as a creature, scale down the iron scaffolds hanging above him, and leap down on to the catwalk, "You're alright! I gotta say…thought after a fall like that, you'd be dead for sure…that or you'd miss the walkway and fall into the smelters…either way…nice to see you're alive…but by jove! You look a fright…"

"You're one to talk…" Nathan growled, looking angrily down at the little creature. Although, Nathan perhaps should have looked in a mirror. He was battered, bruised and absolutely filthy, covered head to toe in a thick, oily brown substance.

Though, his newfound companion wasn't a looker either. It was a small thing, with the clammy face of a frog or toad, and two big yellow eyes that stared up at him expectantly. There was a thin layer of greasy hair sitting on its sickly green head. He stood at about two feet in height, but had an unfortunately hunched back. He was wearing a dark purple robe that covered most of his body. Nathan's first thought was that, whatever this was, was the deformed offspring of Yoda and Gollum. But after an array of images stemmed from such thoughts (that he wished his mind hadn't conjured), he dismissed the thought. But still, Nathan knew this creature.

"Where are we?" Nathan asked flatly, looking down at the thing. It looked back at him with a dumbfounded, yet infuriated expression.

"Focus man!" He shouted, leaping into the air, and striking his face. Nathan placed his hand on the red mark across his face, and looked back at the creature with a confused and offended stare, "Think! What's your name?"

"Nathan Explosion…" He replied flatly.

"How old are you?"

"Thirty one."

"Who's your best friend?"

"Pickles…"

"What's your wife's name?"

"I…don't have one?"

"Good! Now where are we?"

"Narem-" Nathan began, stopping himself suddenly. It was as though he had been struck in the face again, and everything he now couldn't remember came rushing back. He turned to the creature, and immediately seized him by the collar of his robe and took off running.

"Excellent!" The creature laughed, looking up at Nathan as he rushed down the catwalk, "You remember!"

"We've got to save the guys!" Nathan shouted, stopping just for a moment to look around the complex, "Which door is it!" Nathan demanded, lifting up his creepy companion to his eye level.

"Why do you think I know?" He replied with a nervous smile and a shrug. Nathan let out an angry growl as he threw the creature down against the catwalk. He let out a shout as he fell against the metal and rolled towards the edge, like a rag doll, "You could have killed me!" He shouted, leaping on to the railing, and running after Nathan.

"You're of no use to me…" Nathan growled back, moving to the end of the rickety walkway. He stepped out on to a solid metal pathway that lined the walls of the complex. He looked down each direction, noting that there were dozens of doors, "We will be here for hours…" Nathan began, practically spitting venom at the creature, now running up behind him, "What now!"

"Why do you think I know?" He responded with equal harshness.

"It's the big one…to your right…" A voice called. Nathan looked up and noted a young woman about ten feet up, and to his left. She was leaning casually against the iron scaffold, looking down at Nathan and his guide. He and this young woman locked eyes for a long time. Nathan crossed his arms, but felt something hot and smooth brush against one of his upper arms. His eyes pulled away from hers just long enough to look down at his wrist. He noted the thick, old, and rather heavy gauntlet welded to his arm.

Right… he thought, I forgot about this…

"Why should I trust you," Nathan asked contemptuously of the young woman. She said nothing, she just smiled back at him.

"Because…" She replied, turning away from them, just before scaling the scaffold, "You forget…that I hate her just as much as you do…" She concluded, before leaping out of sight.

"Don't let her get into your head," Nathan's guide began, tugging on his arm in the direction she guided them.

"What do you think she meant though-" Nathan began, looking suspiciously off in the direction she had headed.

"Never mind her!" He replied, "Let's just hope that…she isn't around and we can get out of here…"

"Yeah…" Nathan began, still looking off in the distance. They both reached the largest door in the direction the female assailant had directed them. Nathan seized the large, burning hot handle of the iron gate. He threw all his strength into throwing open the door enough for both he and his guide to get inside. They both slid under what little space Nathan could manage to pry open. They slid into a large, rusty metal chamber as the gate slammed down behind them. Nathan turned around, and tried to pull it back open in the event they would need to escape, but nothing.

On the bright side, this chamber was significantly cooler, so it was easier for Nathan to breathe. He looked around, but there wasn't anything in the room, other than the two of them, though it was fairly dark, so he couldn't really tell. Nathan let out a loud and angry growl as he turned around and threw his fist against the iron door.

"Where…are…YOU!" he screamed, his voice rebounding off of the walls of the chamber, "Fuck her! She lied to me…AGAIN!"

"Uh…" His companion began, "Nathan…"

"What!" He shouted, turning on the small creature, who just stood fixated on a point behind him. Nathan turned to note the twisted figure of another woman walking towards them. Her.

"Oh…I had hoped for something a little more challenging…" She began, "But, it's just you…" She sighed, shaking her head, and placing a grotesque hand on her face. Several thick, glistening, red appendages of some kind slithered across the ground making the most awful, organic sound as they did so. It started as few, but they split apart into hundreds, and both of the men knew what was soon to come, "Crone…" She began, turning to the cowardly creature as one of the red tentacles seized the creature by the leg, "I wish to speak to Nathan…alone…" She stated with a frighteningly pleasant voice and smile, as the tentacle dragged the smarmy creature away. Nathan wasn't going to lie to himself, he didn't want to be before her alone, but he wasn't sad to see Crone go.

His eyes adjusted to the darkness better, and he noticed a collection of red, oozing, fleshy organic material clinging to the walls behind her. It must have been the source of the very indistinguishable, yet peculiar smell that drifted throughout the room.

"Come," She smiled, extending a long, claw-like, fleshy hand. Nathan didn't want to be anywhere near her. Not because she was somewhat frightening to look at, but because she had such a pleasant demeanor about her. She had a soft and warm smile painted across her red lips, and a dreamy gaze that matched her gentle voice. These qualities, mixed with her appearance, just made the sight of her disturbing to him, "I just want to talk…"

"Where's dethklok…" He demanded before she could ask anything else.

"I'll see to it that you see them," She continued with a smile, "But first…we talk…" She concluded with her hand outstretched towards him. Nathan looked down at it with indifference.

"What do you even want with them?" He asked after several long minuets of silence. It was him she had been after from the start. So why go through all the trouble to keep his bandmates from him? It didn't make sense.

"It's all about you," She smiled, tilting her head gently to the side, "Isn't it Nathan…You should know by know what's going on…" She stated, directing her eyes to the gaudy hunk of metal stuck to his wrist. He nodded, and then looked back up to her, "Give it to me…and you can go…and you'll never have to think about any of this ever again…" Without knowing it, he had been a constant thorn in her side for decades. To her, he was just a haunting memory if what her life could have been. But he didn't know that. It was easy for Nathan to take everything that she had done to him and make her the villain of this story

"Will you let them go?" Nathan demanded, his other hand, covering the gauntlet. Her expression darkened a little, but only for a moment. Her haunting smile returned and she held her hand out to him once more.

"Let's talk…" She commanded once more. He took her hand as she directed him towards the back of the chamber, which seemed to be fading into blackness. Somehow, the only thing Nathan seemed to be able to think about, was how he got here. Not just how he got into this facility, standing before her, but how he got to this point in time. A week ago, he was still the figurehead of one of the most powerful political and economic powers in the world. Now, he was covered in filth, descending into darkness, most likely about to meet his fate.

It wasn't necessarily the death he had wanted, but by this point, he was ready to .face it. And as they both became lost in blackness, he thought once again of how he got to this point…

[Author's Note]: yep, so that's chapter one :P sorry it's kind of short. Anyway, as I said in the above message, this is a really experimental fic for me :P So I tried writing in a different perspective/style (I.e starting at a point in the future, and working backwards up to that point…it sounds less confusing than it is :/) So hence all of the vagueness when it came to introducing some of the characters (because they'll be properly introduced later). I am going to try and update (if it's well perceived or not), but it's not going to be my top priority when it comes to the other stuff I have written.