DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dethklok or Metalocalypse. Tommy and Brendon are lucky...

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Tales of Genocyde Chapter One

I can count the people that genuinely smiled at me with four fingers. Let me beguile you with my tale...
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On a cold, snowy night in mid-January, I exited my mother's womb as the last child she would ever bear for my father. My brothers were a set of triplets four years older than me. They perished in the same fashion as my mother. I was named Dominatrix Milan Genocyde and was subsequently called 'Domi' for short. Strange name, I know.

Six years before my birth, my father;who is a military man, met my mother in Milan. They married about three months later. Then came my brothers and I. Mother loved father with everything that gave her breath, but near the close of my fourteenth year the love was halted. Mother had died in a car accident near our home off of the air force base. My brothers had also died.

The crash seemed to have no effect on my father, as he had a girlfriend seemingly overnight. Finding the bodies on the road on my way home, however, would scar me for eternity. The smell of burning rubber and flesh still haunts my soul. We had just moved to Lilyhammer, a town in Norway. Well, not exactly inside of Lilyhammer: more of a little outside of the town. Mother had loved it in Norway when we first arrived and took no trouble to finding me a companion. She had always worried about me constantly being alone. Who would have known that on the fateful night I was to meet my potential friend? No one knew that was the reason she had asked for a little more time getting home...

I was the first to find them, and the only one who seemed to care.
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School started the next week with a grim overhanging that father would probably have to move again. This always made finding a friend nearly impossible. It was a horrible day, beginning with a boy throwing food at me because I simply talked funny. I couldn't help it. I'm not from Norway, as I was born in Detroit. People scorned and ridiculed me because of being a "Joe's Daughter" as they loved to phrase it. Fashion trends didn't help either. My sense was and still is a lot darker than the other girls'. This was only the first day of school and I thought it would never stop...until he walked into the cafeteria.

He wasn't very tall and had long brown hair. As he walked toward the lunch counter, an apple struck the side of his head. The boy refused to retaliate, but merely shook his head.

"I thought they always told your kind to turn the other cheek! Well, turn this way so I can hit the other side!" An obnoxious asshole from a nearby table shouted.

Again, the boy simply shook his head.

"You must either be brave or just retarded!"

He shrugged and walked toward the table I sat at.

"I said something to you, Fuckface!"

I couldn't take it anymore. The rage exploded like a volcano and soon I had the other boy pinned against the wall. Holding a fork to his throat, I emitted a guttural growl that would rival that of any metal vocalist.

"He just has more important things in his life than messing with wastes of sperm and eggs like you and your friends! If I ever hear anything about you harassing him again, this fork will be sticking out of your throat and I will be licking the fresh blood! You got that, Dickweed?!"I screamed at the top of my lungs.

The other boy and his friends scrambled to get out of there as I sat down. People watched me, but went back to their business as I sent them an unfriendly scowl. Murmurs of the word freak filled the room.

I looked down at my science textbook only to find blue eyes looking into my green eyes.
"That braves how yous help me. That guys is troubles,"The brown haired boy said quietly.

"So, you do speak."

"Yes. But nots very good English.."

"Domi Genocyde."

"Toki Wartooth," he said extending his hand.

I shook it vicariously.

The next few years of school carried on similar to this first day. I had finally found a friend, but sadly I had to leave him to go back to the states after we had graduated. He kept his promise to keep in touch, but all at once the letters stopped coming. I missed reading them, despite the poor English making it almost impossible to comprehend.

I then saw something that shocked me. News footage of a metal band called Dethklok with a guy that looked unmistakably identical to my friend from Norway...