Kiss of Death- Dave Mustaine Fanfiction

Romance the Road Winding Left to Right

Romance the road, winding left to right.
The stars above guide me, the moonlight is free.
A feeling inside me and the whole world to see.
Driving fast makes me feel good,
The speed of light trapped under my hood.
Breaking laws 'cause there's nothing to do.
Driving the interstate, stopped for a 502.
Hundreds of miles rolled off today.
Signs lose their meanings, minutes tick away.
Dirt roads to interstates, I must have drove them all.
Cigarettes and burgers, caffeine and alcohol.
Drive until daybreak, always on the go.
Life on the freeway, night shift 'til dawn patrol.
Driving fast makes me feel good - Megadeth 

When 'So Far So Good... So What!' hit it was a massive success. This was finally your big break. Your music and made you wealthy ,and not a poor stoner and druggie with a guitar like you were before. Your reign of terror on the music industry, most importantly and more specifically metal and thrash metal didn't go by unnoticed. You were angry, loud, and aggressive. To this day you attribute most of your libido and rage to your childhood with your abusive drunk of a father and your then religious step-parents. While, that may be very truthful and valid you and I both knew that being kicked from Metallica and Cliff Burton's unexpected death played a huge part in your making as well. You were a vengeful and wrath filled son of a bitch, but nonetheless you were a talented one.

After it released and after 6 months of touring you came back to me looking rather happy. This was nothing but unusual for me, because for starters you seemed sober for once in your life, and secondly I was what you would go on to call me 'one of the main causes of you stress and grief'.  Once you came home from tour you came straight back into the small apartment where we resided in and embraced me like you genuinely missed me. 

I was sitting on the bed going through a script for the final act of Sex, Lies, and Videotape. While, I was still gaining fame and notoriety for my role in movies you were gaining your own name as well with your records and  insane live performances. I didn't really need to fund your music career anymore, and you didn't have sell weed on the side to make ends meet.

Once in the apartment you came up from behind me and made me stand on my own two feet by force. You turned me around to face you directly. You had a gentle smile plastered on your face as you seemed to be (for the first time in a while) enraptured by my presence and warmth. For the first time in a while I didn't feel like your side bitch despite being your official girlfriend. I felt special, human, and like I was the only thing that even mattered in your eyes. I wasn't some coked up whore wearing pounds of makeup and with breast implants larger than her face. I was just Pamina to you. I was the one that you were completely and entirely dedicated to. I was yours.

However, as it was going you and I both knew that this peace and serenity that existed between you and I wouldn't last for long. You were a raging volcano filled with burning molten hot lava and I was the thunderous storm waiting to strike. We were ironically the exact same and the exact opposite from each other when it came to being irked, blunt, harsh, and unforgiving to those who stood in our way. It didn't matter if the person was someone that we held dear ,or even considered to have loved. If they stood in the pathway of what we thought would enhance our career and dream they would take no part in the madness that was our genius. While, that was a good thing that also meant that this seek and destroy process would eventually come full circle and affect not only ourselves, but each other as well; especially in the nineties.

However, as of right now you just invited me to go on your now extended tour with you.  Since, I was wrapping up shooting I figured it wouldn't hurt anyone if I just joined you and the guys for a few months on tour. 'Who would it hurt, right?' I thought to myself. When I look back at that decision I can't help, but think how dumb and naive I was back then. But, if I were to be frank with you I truly don't regret one second of that tour. Sure, you and I were injecting and intaking all the drugs in the world into our bodies, and having all the unprotected sex that we wanted, but it was just like we solely existed within the wild. On tour we weren't civilized humans anymore, but we were just mere broken down causes of chaos.

You and I were going full throttle, and were ready to rip some ass. We were burnt out on cigarettes, fast-food, caffeine, and alcohol. This was the risky lifestyle that you and I have simultaneously yearned for and despised with the deep and burning passion. This passion was one we wouldn't quit until it was almost too late and too far gone down the needle. However, we were attracted to it nonetheless. The moonlight was free, and so were we. Driving in the fast lane made me feel good; not just literally but figuratively as well. Life on the freeway was hell, but I wouldn't dare stop it, and neither would you. This was the famous person lifestyle, but most importantly this was your rockstar lifestyle that you have always been yearning for. It was just the total and utter vulgar display of violence, power, sex, and drugs. How could your life be anymore complete? Am I right? Please hint the sarcasm in my words when I state this. All signs of warning or stopping lost all their meaning as time ticked away. Our romance on the road was winding left and right and had absolutely no endpoint nor destination.