New Dawn of Scare (Second Lordi Saga - Story 1)

Chapter 12 - Metal Monster Night

In France...

The day ended for the city of Chartres, and people were returning home, as the first colors of the new twilight were born in the sky. The winter cold was more than present. But it was not the cold that would prevent Hella and Mana from continuing their mission. Being still both invisible by the camouflage created by Magnum, the two monsters stood in the shadow of a lane wedged between two buildings, and watched with attention. On the sidewalk opposite, was a modest bar, The Jungle Café, where the concert of the band of Mathias was to take place. Some young people came in front of the hall and came in, all wearing metalhead clothes. Hella watched attentively, but did not see Mathias coming. Maybe he was already inside, at least she hoped.

Hella and Mana heard quiet footsteps approaching them from the end of the alley and turned. They saw that it was Otus, who had decided to join them to see what was going on, but having no camouflage system, had to stay in the darkness of the alley so as not to be seen by people.

_ "What are we doing now?" Mana asked, arms crossed and back against a wall.

_ "We can not risk to all go in the bar. If humans spot us, it will be panic." Otus added.

_ "I'll go alone, to see what happens. I'll let you know when it's over." Hella decided.

The two other monsters seemed to agree with the idea of the scarbie and decided to let her do it. Trusting her camouflage, Hella began to cross the street towards the bar, while Mana and Otus returned to hide in the shadows, waiting for the signal.

Hella was able to pass without problem in front of other people and entered the bar without being spotted. Inside, a good atmosphere prevailed. At the bottom of the bar, the metalheads were gathered around a small wooden stage, and waiting for the beginning, chatting with each other while drinking beers. In order to have a good overview, Hella went up on a hedge of the upper floor, which fortunately was deserted from any presence except her. She observed all these young people, who were not aware about what was on the spot for the survival of this world, and it was better they don't know it, even if time was running out.

A few minutes passed, then finally, Mathias, Aurélien and Mathilde arrived on the small stage, on the shouts and some applause of the small public come to see them. Mathias always wore his outfit with his jacket and hat, and his bass in his hands, checked the microphone in front of him. Mathilde was dressed in a black skull t-shirt, black trousers with a studded belt, and checked the connections of her guitar. Behind them, Aurélien, finishing his cigarette, wearing a sleeveless denim jacket and leather mitts on his hands, sat behind the drums and gave a few taps to check the tone of the drums. All three had put on make-up, their faces painted greyish white and covered with black veinlets and fake blood traces. Hella raised an eyebrow at such a thing. After checking, playing a few bass notes to test, Mathias asked the others if everything was good for them, then began to talk in the microphone.

_ "Good evening everyone, I hope you're all right! Thanks to each of you for coming tonight to see our first concert! We are the Dark Souls, and tonight we're going to devour yours!"

The audience shouted with force and enthusiasm. Hella found it both strange and amusing at the same time. She looked at Mathias with a smile, seeing that he looked more assured than the last time and again, flet her heart beating more when she looked at him. The band began the first notes of their first song, which Mathias had named "All I know is who I am". Aurélien began to hit the drums in a rhythm that was both powerful and of a slow cadence, accompanied by the thundering sounds of the guitar and the bass. The audience began to headbang, shaking their heads and hair in all directions, while raising their hands and making the sign of the devil's horns. Mathilde, while playing the guitar, shook her head rhythmically too. Mathias smiled as he looked at his two friends, then turned to the microphone to start singing in a throat singing, while pinching the strings of his bass, slow, powerful music of what sounded like post-black metal, echoing through the bar.