Kiss of Death- Dave Mustaine Fanfiction

Army of Me

Stand up
You've got to manage
I won't sympathize
Anymore And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of meYou're alright
There's nothing wrong
Self sufficiency please!
And get to work - Björk

All eyes were on me. There was no going back now. My fears, low self-esteem, introvertedness, and shyness all laid dormant within me, as I opened my mouth to speak.  However, as the play went on I noticed something. All the dread and fear I felt before hand practically vanished. The lowly, clumsy, bashful, reserved, and visually unappealing side of me vanished into thin air. The person who replaced me was outgoing, talented, poised, graceful, and most importantly sexy. She was everything I wasn't, yet that me is the me that consumed my other half and made the show important, special, and unique. All of which were three things I've never felt before in my lifetime.

The final act was upon me now. The lead role was the one who needed to carry out act, and most importantly end it on a positive note.

"You misbegotten abomination...murderer! You blood-sucking parasite! The damage you've done to children...The abuse!" My character screeched.

"You're a bumbling idiot, Alice. How could you possibly stop me? They are dead, and soon you will me too!" The actor yelled towards me.

"I'll see you charged in prison , some half-wit bruiser will make you his sweetheart ... and then you'll hang!" She retorted.

"Indeed? A hysterical woman , former lunatic , roaring outrageous accusations against a respectable social architect and scientist . My god , Alice who would believe you? I scarcely believe it myself." He retorted back smugly.

She growled underneath her breath visibly becoming shaken and was boiling over with rage.

"You've corrupted my memories , but you failed to make me forget! However, I shall succeed in what you've failed in, Doctor!" She stated in a hushed but still firm tone.

"Oh? And what would that be you silly, delusional girl?" He pondered jokingly.

'Well, what will you do?' I asked her as I laid dormant and unresponsive within my own my  body.

However, against my own will my legs began to move  me forward towards the actor who was still in character. My short stature began to loom over his tall one as hand reached out and grabbed him firmly by his plaid vest. 

She smirked menacingly as she gazed down towards him. "Simple, I'll make you forget."

The crowd was in shock. Silence filled the audience as the curtains began to fall. However, once they did my ears were instantaneously flooded with loud cheers and applauds. I exhaled feeling her leave me along with my confidence and beauty that I felt up on stage. I was just me again. No talent nor beauty just regular me. Self Sufficient Me left as soon as the curtains closed. No spotlight, no bravery, or outgoing personality. All that was left was me.

I went into the dressing room and quickly made my way out of the costume and back into my regular clothes, blue jeans, combat boots, and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. It was nothing special; just like me. 

However, as I left the dressing room I was immediately bombarded by the bright flashes of light, rambling of those around me, and the lack of space due to the crowd of people that surrounded me. All of them were either congratulating me on the performance or asking me a question. "What a great performance!", "What is your name?" , "Where are you from?", "You were terrific!", "Are you going to continue acting?", etc, etc.  All the sounds began to bleed into one as I couldn't decipher one person from another. All of this attention was leaving me hazy and confused, scared and sweaty to the point that my vision began to blur. 

However, through the sea of people I saw a large figure with large reddish hair push all the others that surrounded him out of his way and make his way towards me. He gently clasped my own sweaty hand within his and pull me towards his chest shielding me away from the bright flashes of light and from the crowd around us isolating us and leaving us within our own small bubble, our world. 

I haphazardly began to blink my eyes rapidly as an attempt to see who was comforting me and holding me within his arm. As I looked up my vision became cleared once more as I was greeted my your face. Your hand went to the top of my head and started to gently comb through my dyed black hair as an attempt to comfort and calm me; seeing as I was visibly shaken.

"You ready to leave, doll." You asked with a soft rasp in your voice. I slightly nodded and faintly smiled towards you as an answer as you guarded and guided me through the crowd pushing those around us out of our way. We quickly left the theater and made our way towards your old pick up truck. You opened the door for me and then quickly slid in yourself, and began to drive off back to our apartment.

"You did great tonight, Pam. You were a knockout." You proudly stated smiling. I looked down towards my lap as a beet red blush began to flood my cheeks. 

"Hey," You started. "You were amazing out there, Pam. Don't get all bashful on me! You practically stole the show away." You complimented.

"Thank you." I muttered out shyly as we kept driving through the loudness and brightness of the LA streets.

I began to gaze out of the truck window as the bright lights passed us by as I began to fall to sleep due to the massive traffic buildup. While, I fell into a deep slumber my thoughts wandered to the woman that took control of me earlier this night and made me into something I wasn't, beauteous and confident. It didn't sympathize, and I had to manage with that burst of certainty and determination that consumed me. She was self sufficient, strong, and willful. She was an army of me.