A boy born in Sweden, 1969. His name was Per Yngve Ohlin (Pelle) more known as Dead. He made up his stage name, when he got beaten badly by his bullies at a young age, he died for a moment, then choosing himself as Dead. He moved to Oslo, Norway, no...
I'm walking on the freeway, feeling the breeze of the wind hit my face. It's dark outside though I don't know the time. I don't know where I'm going, I newly turned 18 this summer, I wanted to just leave my past. I grew up in Norway but never went anywhere from my town. I finally arrive to the foggy woods, I guess I could try and stay here, it's very cold, I didn't bring really anything with me. I sit on wet grass, I feel tired, my legs are very sore, I don't even have any money with me.
I hear laughter coming from behind me, I turn my head slowly, it's dark, I can't see anything. I go towards the noise, quietly. I see somebody running around with golden blonde hair, I can't see a face. I crawl towards a bush, trying not to touch any branches.
A black cat comes from one of the bushes near me, the blonde haired boy looks my way, running towards the cat. He has a rifle, pointing it straight out. I can feel goosebumps running across my arms and spine. I hear the rifle shoot and the cat screech and agony, I cover my eyes, for myself not to the dead feline. I'm shaking in fear, I hear footsteps, crushing the branches, he's coming towards me. The boy grabs my wrist, pulling my hands away from my face. He's looking down at me, with a worried look. I look into his beautiful blue eyes, feeling the death in the air. "Did I scare you?" He asks, looking at me with a small smirk. I shake my head slowly, having the feeling of pure fear. He picks me up, I felt startled. He just picked me up like feather? I couldn't hear any struggle at all. He still has the rifle, it's just in the side of his pants. I feel the warmth of his breath across my face, I hold onto him tight. I don't know where we are going.. I close my eyes, trying not to think about anything. We arrive to a Ranch Styled house, it's about 2 stories, it looks sort of a good place to stay, I mean if he let's me. He opens the door with his another hand, still holding onto me tightly. The house is pretty empty, not very much furniture. It reeks like cigarettes and something sort of rotten. He places me onto his couch, looking into my eyes, he says nothing and goes to the kitchen. My heart is beating fast, I feel nervous. I look at my sweaty palms, blowing air onto them. He comes out of the kitchen holding a pack of cigarettes, "Do you smoke?" He asks, handing me one. I nod, not speaking a word from my mouth. I grab it, letting him light it. I inhale the smoke, feeling the itch in my throat. "You don't speak? Well, my name is Pelle. What's yours?" He asks, moving the hair out of his face. "I- I do, and my name is uh y/n." I stutter due to being anxious. I put out the cigarette on the ashtray next to me. He grabs my hand once more, leading me upstairs. I look at the mattress on the floor and the blood stained carpet. He's very quiet, he doesn't talk very much. I sit on the mattress, he stares at me for a second and continues take his shirt off, I see a very big scars on his back.. "It's 2 in the morning, you should rest y/n." Pelle says quietly. I nod, I lay down on my side, facing the beige colored wall. I'm tired but I can't sleep, my head is beginning to hurt, it feels like a beating heart. Arms wrap around me, our skin touching, look at his face, he has his eyes closed. I reach my hand over and touch his soft blonde hair. I'm exhausted, I fall asleep as he's holding me close, I haven't felt comforted in a.. while..
I wake up a couple hours later, I hear Pelle and some other person arguing, I'm unfamiliar with voice. "Why is there a girl here? Dead you know the risks, she's in the bed too? Did you do something with her?!" The unfamiliar voice questions in a harsh tone. "What? No. She needed a place to stay Euronymous, I'm not just going to fucking leave her there." Pelle screams from the downstairs. I get up quickly from the bed and try to look at the person. I creep my head behind the door, I see a 5'9 boy with larger box dyed black hair, I quickly hide. "y/n you can come out!" Pelle says, I come out of the door slowly, going down the steps. The boy by the name Euronymous looks at me saying nothing. I hide my face from the embarrassment, I didn't know he lived with someone else..
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I feel nervous just looking at him, he scares me a bit, especially with his cold harsh tone. "Necrobutcher is coming anyway, you can bring the girl." He says flipping the jet black hair out of his face. I can already hear the van parking into the cravel, I go outside with both of them, looking at the dark yellow van, it has black spray paint on the front of it, saying 'Mayhem'. I go inside the van looking around at all of the empty beer bottles, Pelle sits next to me. "Euro, Who is the girl?" Necrobutcher asks putting on his dark shade of sunglasses. "Don't worry about it, just drive." Pelle says from the back. I smile softly, looking at the reflection of the window, I admire my long hair and angelic features. I wonder if this is sort of a band thing? I mean I didn't see any instruments but I did see a garage.
I feel the car stopping, I look out of the window and see a diner. I get out of the van following Pelle and Euro to the diner. I see many other people at diner with the same style as everyone else, in black. We sit with the other men.
They have a lot of alcohol here, one of the bigger men hands me a beer. I don't really drink but I guess I'll go for it. I take a big sip and then set it down on the table. "y/n, you're going to drink?" Pelle asks me looking surprised, i nod and drink the rest of it.
By after that I definitely was not sober, I drank about four of them, I was drunker than anyone there. Pelle also drank a couple but he has a higher tolerance.
We get back to Pelle place, "Euronymous are you going to stay?" Pelle asks him. "I'll sleep on the couch.." He says rolling his eyes.
I can barely walk straight, Pelle pulls me up from me sitting in the van, picking me up. He takes me inside and sets me on the bed. I began to laugh uncontrollably, I feel like my head is spinning, everything is moving and Pelle is smiling over. He begins to laugh with me, laying with me on the bed.
