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Frantic; Metallica, gen fic minor horror/comedy
Topic Started: April 3, 2012, 5:51 am (464 Views)
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Taking a break from my other story for now. I got an idea for this, but I'm not sure if I'll do much with it.



It snowed hard on the night of November 23rd 1988, in the strange town of Prum, Germany. Metallica's modest-sized tour 'car' pulled up to the loading driveway in front of a quaint inn, though by the exterior, it seemed like a modified mansion. Since they were momentarily short of their normal accommodations, such as a bus for extended travel, they preferred to stay overnight in middle-of-nowhere hotels as to avoid the crazed fans and sleepless nights. It wasn't the ideal situation, or weather for that matter, but the boys weren't really complaining since they were happy to be on the road at all.

James hopped out of the car and eyed the cracked and battered bricks that made up the establishment, it looked to be quite old. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and lifted his shoulders to shield his neck from the blizzard brewing around them. Kirk was the next to step from the vehicle, and right away he looked around to see if they were as alone as they felt. Scanning the small lot and dimly lit streets, there were no cars. He started to wonder if people here even drove. Focusing ahead once more, he saw that James was heading in towards the lobby so he followed, not waiting for the other two.

Lars stumbled out of the car, keeping his balance by gripping the frame of the door,

"Holy fuck, it's cold!"

He exclaimed, touching his free hand to his face, and stepping aside for Jason who was the last to get out. Jason faced the car to survey his surroundings and noticed the same thing. No one. Given it was a storm, but an eerie feeling came over him that didn't usually accompany him on his travels. He turned back around, seeing Lars start towards the building and followed closely behind.

James' eyes examined the landscape art that hung lazily from the dusty, cream-colored wall. The lobby looked grand, and unnecessarily large for what its outside appearance prepared one for. The glassy windows were fogged and flurries of snow were seen dancing against their outer surface. The floor was wooden and scuffed with a long history of visitors, but remained looking just as regal as the rest of the room. A desk sat at the far end just between two entrances to two different hallways, and an older gentlemen waited patiently for the hotel's new guests to approach him. James led the group up to the counter, and he laid one arm upon the wood,

"I don't really know who the name is under, but it doesn't look like you got a whole lotta people checking in, so would you kindly give us a couple rooms?" A cockiness exuded from James' words, but the man seemed unfazed by it,

"Ah, yes. You are ze boys of Metallica!" James smirked, glancing back at Kirk who returned his smile.

"Yeah, can't escape the fame anywhere I guess." He joked.

"Vell, anyvay, your room is on ze third story, room numbers 66 and 67. Zere is an elevator down the hallway just on your right. Your room keys," He presented James with two small iron keys and nodded his head in conformation before returning to his paperwork. James leaned onto the desk again,

"Uh, will someone be bringing our shit up?"

The man lifted his eyes to James, then looked behind him at the rest of the boys, "Yah."

"Alright, cool. We'll probably be out of here by tomorrow, so yeah." Once they all started walking away, a laugh that fell from the man's mouth stopped them.

James shot a worried look back at the others, "What's funny about that?"

"You don't actually zink you'll be out of here by tomorrow do you?" There was a pause, "Look at zat storm."

Laughing again, he flipped through more papers,

"I'm surprised none of you knew zat. Ah vell, rockstars don't alvays have ze brightest brains, yah?"

James' expression grew angry, and he flew into denial, "Yeah whatever." And they all left.

As they passed through the narrow hallway, Kirk caught up to James

"What a dick. What the fuck are we supposed to do? We got a show in two days."

James wrinkled his face, annoyed "I have no fucking idea, I don't fucking know shit right now."

Kirk clammed up, giving Lars the opportunity to speak "Well do we all know who's sleeping with who?"

James shrugged, "Don't care. I think we should leave Jason in 66, though." He cocked his head around and stared at Jason with a wide grin. After all the bullying Jason had been through the past two years, he really didn't respond to it anymore. His goal while being in Metallica was no longer to live the life he craved, but instead play the music, live it, and do nothing more. He only stared back at James with a content expression

"Sounds good to me." James whipped his head back around and Lars pushed his way between him and Kirk "You guys, what if this place is haunted." He said randomly.

"The fuck makes you say that?" James asked, appalled.

"I dunno, man. Makes things more interesting in a shit place like this."

Kirk leaned, pushing Lars into James, "You guys are fuckin' retarded."

James pushed back, "I didn't say shit! Lars is the one who's acting like he's fuckin' ten!"

When they reached the elevator, the first thing they'd noticed was how utterly old fashioned it was. James pulled back the wooden door and then pushed aside the iron gate. They crammed into the little room,

"Get in here, asshole." James barked at Jason.

They all squeezed together, Kirk was pressed up against the wall of icons indicating floor destinations. Instead of plastic buttons that lit up when pushed, they were small silver cylinders that stuck out of the wall and just clicked into place. Kirk pushed the '3' button, and they ascended through the elevator shaft.

"Shit, that's old fashioned." Lars rested his chin on Kirk's shoulder to see what he was referring to, "Wow. See I told you-,"

Out of nowhere the small light bulb in the center of the ceiling flickered, and the elevator shook, jerking the tightly packed boys into the wall, and after that, there was a standstill. Lars clung to Kirk's arm and breathed heavily, trying to adjust his eyes to the dark, fighting his claustrophobia

"Who the fuck thought this was a good place to stay? Seriously did any of you research it?"

"You pussy, you were the one who thought it'd be 'more fun' if this place was haunted!"

James couldn't help but laugh at Lars' frantic behavior, but inside he was scared shitless, regardless of the odds being it was just a simple technical difficulty. Jason pulled himself up by the metal bar that lined the perimeter of the wall,

"I actually heard about this hotel once," All three of their heads faced the direction of Jason's voice. He went on,

"Yeah, I read about it in a pamphlet the last time we came through here." James tried to separate himself from the others in the cramped box they were momentarily stuck in,

"What the fuck are you talking about, I don't remember coming through here..."

"Last year, around the summer." He stated in response to James' disbelief. "Apparently it has had ghost complaints, there was some murder here back in the 1700's. Scary shit, huh?"

James scoffed "HAH! What a load of bullshit, who the fuck would believe this prick?"

Unexpectedly, the cart started traveling upwards again and Lars released a tense breath of air, still grasping Kirk's sleeve tightly. When they arrived at their floor, Kirk slammed the gate out of the way, as well as the wooden door, and fell onto the tacky red carpet in relief.

"We're taking the fucking stairs next time!"

James stepped over him and opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when he noticed a man standing by a power box just beside the elevator.

"Hey!" The man turned his head. He had buzzed hair, and piercing blue eyes in which he wore menacingly. Although when he realized he was speaking to guests, he put his 'work face' on.

"Hallo!" James placed his hands on his hips,

"I'm guessing you're the one who caused that deathtrap to malfunction. Not the best way to greet your guests." The man shot him a quizzical look,

"I didn't even know ve vere expecting guests," He picked up his crate of tools and shut the metal door on the box.

"Man this shit is like the fucking Shining." Kirk mentioned, using Lars to help him back up.

"This place isn't haunted, Kirk!" The man overheard this and straightened his back with a knowing smile,

"Who told you it vas haunted?"

James flicked a lazy hand towards the elevator entrance where Jason stood, "This asshole." Jason leered back at James,

"I just heard it was..."

The man closed his eyes, maintaining his sinister grin, not responding to their childish notions. This led them to take the situation more seriously. Lars furrowed an angry brow in the man's direction until he walked off around the corner, then led the guys to their room down the right of the hall. Each door they passed had unique scars on them, and Jason made sure to study them intently for no particular reason, but merely because they fascinated him. Some looked like human scratch marks, or at least what Jason's imagination made out to be, and others looked to be caused by accident, but still frightened him all the same. Could something actually have happened here like Jason theorized?
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Um...more? Please? Nobody writes Metallica horror, this is awesome!
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April 3, 2012, 7:53 am
Um...more? Please? Nobody writes Metallica horror, this is awesome!
Hahah I did notice a lack of horror. I shall continue. (:
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This is good I like horror fics!!! But please dont forget about your other one!!!
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April 3, 2012, 7:00 pm
This is good I like horror fics!!! But please dont forget about your other one!!!
I won't forget about it, trust me. :)
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Sorry this is kind of short. My creativity is just killing me.
By the way this might become a James/Lars thing (happened by accident, I swear)
But, we'll see.



"Forget it, man." James said to Lars, breaking the silence.

"There's no fucking way this place is haunted, alright?" Lars swung his head around and raised his eyebrows "We'll see."

As far as they thought, Lars was just tired and barely knew what was going on enough to really make an educated assessment of the situation, and by now was running on pure instinct. He often overworked himself so they'd let his irritated moments slide, along with those more insane ideas of his. James stepped ahead of him when they reached their two rooms to unlock it. He handed 66's key to Lars while he opened 67,

"So...were you serious when you said Jason's gunna stay here by himself?" James looked briefly at Jason with a devilish smile,

"Of course." Jason sighed angrily.

"You're the one who doesn't believe this mansion's haunted, why don't you stay alone."

James jammed the key into the hole, twisted it, and rotated the handle, letting it swing open.

"Fine." He said confidently, letting the others walk past him. Lars unlocked James' new room.

"These rooms are nice." Lars said, peering into the dark room. James walked next to him,

"Yeah," He flicked the lights on.

The room was an overall shade of neutral colors, easy on the eyes. Though he was still unimpressed, James wasn't particular either way, since they were just using it as a place to sleep. He didn't get what the fuss was about this time, they'd stayed in creepy foreign hotels before, so judging by that fact, there was a chance Jason was right.

The thought was quickly shaken off since he realized that route included admitting Jason wasn't such a dumbass. He stepped forward through the entrance that branched off into a door on the right, and one on the left. Lars squeezed through, examining the rest of the room,

"Ya got two beds, why don't you just take Jason with you? You guys could bond." He said with a laugh punctuating his sentence.

James narrowed his eyes in Lars' direction, waiting for eye contact "You're funny."

Lars shrugged "He's not that bad! He's also in the next room though..."

"Pft! Like I give a shit. He knows I don't care for him."

"Then take Kirk or somethin'."

James smirked "You afraid I'll get killed by ghosts?"

"Shut up, James! I-,"

"Lars! It's okay. You know, I'm not so little anymore, I can handle myself."

Lars crossed his arms and eyed James' body biting down on his cheek "Yeah? ... Hmph."

Without warning, a bellhop knocked on the open door "die Säcke, Sir." (The bags, Sir.)

Lars waved a hand, "Danke. Wie viel schulde ich Ihnen?" (Thank you. How much do I owe you?)

James held back small amounts of laughter. Not so much a mocking laughter, but he was actually quite impressed, although not surprised. The bellhop stepped out of the room, and then carried two bags in each hand, one belonging to each of them. He set them down at his feet,

"nichts, nichts!" (Nothing, nothing!) he waved an empty hand about through the air.

Lars pulled an American dollar from his pocket "Ah...uh...Ich werde dich vor dem Ende unseres Besuches zurückzuzahlen." (I will repay you before the end of our visit)

"Danke, Sir!" And with that, he left. Lars carried Kirk and Jason's bags over to their room where they'd be staying. When he came back through the doorway, James looked over to him,

"So you just decided you're staying in here?"

Lars diverted his eyes "I just don't want you to get killed. What would I do without you?" He said jokingly, but James got the hint that there was some truth hidden within his words.

"Hah, how fuckin' thoughtful. So if weird shit goes down, you think you can save me?" Lars picked up the two remaining bags and hauled them over to the bed James sat on

"You know you'd be nothing without me."

They shared a smile.

Though it seemed to be successfully making its way to their number one running joke throughout the tour, James was beginning to rethink his original outlook. The one thing that stood out among all the other factors was how there seemed to be absolutely no guests (given it was night time) but they were given rooms on the third story, on the other side of the building. These suspicions loomed over James' head, but he made sure to keep it to himself until they were proven.

Another disturbance; the lights flickered once more.

James threw an angry fist on the bed and stared up at the glitchy ceiling "What the fuck!"

Lars plopped down in the spot next to him "Fuckin' A..."

James got up and stormed into the next room. Kirk and Jason were unpacking but they suddenly stopped to address James' anger,

"What?" James prepared himself to rant about ghosts, but he rationalized.

'It was probably the wiring.' He thought. 'This place is so old and rural as fuck.'

"Nothing. How do you guys like the place?" Kirk and Jason looked at each other, amused.

"It's fine. You alright? Ya look like you just saw a-,"

"Shut the fuck up."

Kirk laughed, watching him march back through their door.
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Scary and cute. I like it! Looking forward to seeing where your James/Lars muses might take you. :horns:
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James stopped in the hallway and leaned on the gap of wall separating their rooms.

'This is bullshit,' He thought. 'I'm getting worked up over stupid electrical shit, and nothing's even happened.'

Lars waited patiently for James to come back by unpacking his things. The stress of being stuck here for a longer period of time than expected began to get to him. That, and the accompanying inner fear that pestered him whenever he imagined this place to be haunted. James was even freaking out over the small stuff, so that didn't make him feel any better.

James looked to the cracked ceiling with angry eyes. This was interrupted by a loud shatter to the right, down the long, narrow hallway. James' heart jumped but he calmed down quickly.

'Maybe I should go check it out. Prove to myself that there's nothing scary here.'

He stood up, and walked right past the open doorway of their room. Lars whipped his head around, hearing footsteps near. He left the room and noticed James walking away from him,

"Where do you think you're going?" James looked over his shoulder, "Didn't you hear something break?"

Lars walked after him, "No, but I was kind of stuck in my own head."

James laughed "As usual. Why don't you get some sleep?" Lars glanced at the floor, then looked back up to James,

"What are you talking about? I don't need sleep."

Just as he said that, they reached the corner of the hall where James supposedly heard the shatter. Thing is though, they stumbled upon something much less expected, and much more graphic. The duo was shocked at what laid before their eyes: Bloodied floors, and spattered walls darkened in crimson. There was no body accompanying this mess, but a trail of gore was dripped further down the way, though neither of them wanted to follow it.

"What the fuck!" James exclaimed, in horror. "If this is some sick prank you guys are pulling to scare me into admitting Jason's right, then tell me now."

Lars stepped backwards into the corner "James you really think we'd go this far for Jason? Get over it! This is fucking serious!"

James gripped Lars' arm and dragged him back down the hall to Kirk and Jason's room. They burst through the slightly open door, and startled the two who were still unpacking,

"Get the fuck up, we're so out of here." James ordered. Kirk and Jason gave each other confused looks. Jason rose,

"You're not scared are you?" He said smugly. "You would be too if you saw what we saw!" He snarled back at him.

Jason's expression fell, "What do you mean?"

Lars stepped in front of James, and pointed in the direction of the site, "Blood. Everywhere. In the hall. Man, I don't know if this is some sort of prank, maybe set up by the people working here. But it's too fucked up for me to even want to find out. I think we should leave."

Kirk stood up next to Jason, "You guys are kidding, right?"

James shrugged, frustrated, "You really think I would lie about this shit?" And then stormed back out. Lars trailed behind him out of the room, leaving the other two in their confusion.

"...What?" Jason looked to Kirk, "Maybe we should see for ourselves. I can probably tell if it's real blood."

Kirk nodded, and they trudged down the hall where the smell of iron wafted through the stuffy air. Kirk shot a worried look at Jason before they turned the corner. The same scene revealed itself to them, and neither of the boys spoke. There was a small difference though; a male's body laid at the far end of the hall in a pool of blood. He'd obviously bled out, but since James and Lars hadn't witnessed the body, there was a good chance his death was recent. Disregarding the odds that he could be alive, Kirk and Jason wanted no part in this, so they ran back down the hall and burst back into James and Lars' room. James lifted his head,

"I fucking told you." The two gasped for breath,

"WHAT THE FUCK, JAMES!" Kirk shrieked. "Are we even going to call the cops!"

"What do you mean 'what the fuck'? It's not like I did it! And do you really think cops would give a shit? Look where we are, and look at the fucking weather. Nobody is gunna want to come the fuck out here."

"There's a fucking dead guy on the ground though!"

James and Lars were disturbed to hear this news, "There was no body there when we checked..."

There was a scarce amount of words exchanged after that moment. They all seemed to be in recoil from the sight, and the knowledge of this event being so dreadfully recent, even considering how tired they were. James leaned onto Lars in exhaustion,

"We just need to get the fuck out of here."

"How do you propose we do that?" Lars asked.

"Well, let's go downstairs and see the front desk guy, and ask what the fuck is wrong with this fucking place."

They all stood up, and left in search of a stairway rather than risking their lives in the elevator again. It took some searching, which was delayed furthermore by their fear of peering over each corner. How could something like this have happened? There was no scream, stomping, the thud of the body, voices, or anything. Making it even scarier was that feeling all of them had of being entirely alone here, because what they concluded contradicted that feeling so heavily. This place could very well be, in fact, haunted.
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Awesome! It's really funny...and creepy... Keep writing!

I loved it when Kirk and Jason ran into James and Lars' room and Kirk was all like, "There's a dead body on the floor!!!". :lol:
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Excellent, can't beat a bit of Metallica horror!

Is there going to be more of this?
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