Oblivion | Euronymous

5 - Dead

IT HAS BEEN ABOUT 2 MONTHS SINCE THEIR LAST SHOW. There was an eerie stillness in the air, something that made Ada feel uneasy, though she couldn't place why. She was sitting in the car with Øystein, who was driving her to the Henhouse for some impromptu rehearsal with just the two of them since they needed to learn guitar for their next song.

They drove in silence, the streets of Oslo passing by in a blur, when Ada turned on the radio. Some pop song came on and Øystein made a disgusted face and turned it off. "Don't play this shit in my car again," he warned, but Ada could see a smile tug on his lips.

Soon they made it to the Henhouse. Ada skipped out of the car and headed to the front door. It was always open so she didn't bother to knock. However, when she turned the handle the door didn't budge. Strange. So she knocked on the door a few times. "Pelle open up you lazy fuck." She yelled.

"Hey, the door's closed and Pelle's not answering..." she told Øystein, that same strange feeling returning to her chest. She shrugged it off, thinking it would pass but it stayed there deep in her chest.

Thinking outside the box, Øystein saw a ladder lying on the ground and lifting it up leaned it against a window that was always left open. "Ladies first." He gestured for Ada to go up,

Rolling her eyes Ada began climbing, "What a gentleman." She knew that he probably offered her to go first to look at her ass. Pfft boys...

Øystein was right behind her. After a few moments, she crawled through the window and fell inside with a thump. Then the black-haired boy followed pronto and ended up on top of her. The two looked at each other, with Ada's face taking a red hue. "Heh, sorry."

Øystein grinned and got off her, and entered Pelle's room. "You jerkin' off again?" He asked before he saw what happened.

He stood there unmoving, while Ada scrambled up to her feet. "Move," she demanded, too short to see over him. But he wouldn't budge. "Move!" She said again, pushing past him and into Pelle's room.

She realised too late why he wouldn't let her pass...

Pelle's body was slumped lifelessly on his bed, a gun on the floor next to him and a knife in lying in a puddle of blood a few feet away. It took her a second to realise that Pelle's head was mostly gone, with only his mouth, nose and eyes intact. Blood was spattered all over the walls and nearby objects, as well as his brain matter and fragments of his skull. Ada stood there frozen but let out a choked sob when a piece of brain slowly started oozing out of his head.

Øystein wasn't moving, he stood there equally in as much shock as she was in right now. Ada's eyes started to water, so she pushed past him and ran downstairs, leaving the boy alone.

"No, no, no, no." She sobbed as she ran down the stairs and into the lounge room. "No, no no!" Ada didn't cry any tears yet, probably because the initial shock hadn't worn off. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think, the image of Pelle's blown-off head wouldn't leave her mind.

She heard Øystein come downstairs and then into the kitchen, cursing and grabbing his head. "Fuck, what? Why did he – but we – no..."

She blinked away the tears, taking a deep breath. "We need to call authorities." Ada sniffled and rubbed her nose.

He nodded grimly and walked over to the phone and dialled the emergency number. Meanwhile, Ada sat on the couch with her hands on her head, breathing in short panicked breaths.

She raised her head when she heard Euronymous leave the house and start his car. "W-Wait!" Ada called after him, not wanting to be left alone in that moment. "Please don't leave!" She choked out. "Please!" she ran outside, her legs barely managing to hold up her body weight. She slumped against the doorway as she watched him drive off. Sliding down the frame she curled up into a ball and cried.