Fieldathan

chapter one

In late 1997, KoRn was on the rise. Sweeping the nation, the band were escalating higher and higher and they were untouchable. The only thing that could possibly touch them, were each other.

Jonathan Davis, who newly turned 26, blankly stared out the bus window, watching snowflakes wiz by like bullets while the tour bus flew down the highway. December weather always made things seem just a tad darker than what they really were. He was ready to go home. His eyes grew dim remembering he wouldn't see his son, Nathan, for another five weeks and KoRn would be playing back to back shows. He took a swig of his Jack Daniels, pondering if it all was really worth it. Fieldy sat down across the table from Jonathan and stared at him for a while.

Fieldy worried about Jonathan, he often brought it up that he feared for his life. With all the substance abuse, he knew Jonathan would never make it to thirty years old. He couldn't stand seeing his friend this way. He loved him very much, even if he really didn't like him back in 1993 when Jonathan first joined. He grew on Fieldy, they grew closer than friends, they were wired together with an unbreakable bond. He tried to ignore the special feelings he felt when Jonathan's name was brought up.

"'Sup, Jon?" He finally asked, looking him in the eyes. Jonathan's eyes looked sad, and all Fieldy could think of was he wish he could take away any negative ounce of energy in Jonathan. Jonathan hesitated his answer, fiddling with the nearly empty bottle in his hand. "It's Jack o'clock already, man?"

"Guess so." Jonathan replied, flashing a quick smile. Fieldy wouldn't admit it out loud, but he loved Jonathan's new chip in his front teeth, he thought it was adorable. He wasn't exactly sure where he'd gotten it from, either from hitting someone or from the mic stand, no one really told Fieldy. Jonathan took a swig of his Jack Daniels that finished off the bottle. "It's always Jack o'clock in my book. What do you want?" Jonathan suddenly changed his mood and gave him a dirty look, quickly turning to unnecessary anger like he usually did when he drank.

"Just wondering, G." Fieldy said, putting his hands up. "You're just starting to drink earlier, that's all." Jonathan seemed hurt by his comment, he slightly flinched at the word "drink." His drinking wasn't that bad, was it?

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Huh?" Jonathan put both of his palms on the table and slightly leaned across the table at Fieldy, showing he wasn't afraid to fight. When Fieldy didn't respond, he sat back in his chair and made almost a pouty face. "If someone doesn't get me another one someone's getting fired."

"You think that's a good idea?" Fieldy asked, risking another outburst from Jonathan. He didn't care, Jonathan needed help and if fighting with him could make him see he did, he'd fight with Jon all day long. Fieldy loved messing with people and he didn't see how this could be any different.

"Look, Reggie. Let's see you quit drinking. Didn't think you would. So why should I? Like I care about what happens to me." Jonathan scowled in response.

"Getting down thirty Jack'n'Cokes a day's gonna kill you!" Fieldy put more of a sternness to his voice. Jonathan just stared back at him, unable to protest.

Jon knew he was going down a dark road, but wasn't his life at the point a dark road? He couldn't remember the last time he was happy. When his son was born, sure, but it didn't last. Not that he didn't love his son to death, he'd do anything in the world to make his son happy. Maybe seeing him more than a month a year would make Nathan happy, but he couldn't control that. This was his job, what Jon had worked for all these years. He couldn't just not tour, their albums would never sell to their potential.

"You're just like your father." Jonathan thought to himself. His father did the same to Jon when he was younger, he'd leave for long periods of time to go on tour. It messed with his head, he was missing his son grow up. He wasn't as close to Nathan as a father should be. "Why am I like this?"