Revenge is Coming.
A little fic from me about Abigail and what her part is in this whole thing. This is a crack-theory that I don't actually buy into but the idea came to me suddenly yesterday. I don't actually think she's evil, but I'm willing to play her that way for this idea. It doesn't even line up with tonight's episode really but I already wrote it SO here it is.
Title: Revenge is Coming
Author: nawazarrio
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Characters: Abigail, Magnus Hammersmith, mentions of the band and Charles
Warnings: None really. Non-funny crack? This is NOT in the same AU as my other stories. This beast stands alone. XD
Abigail tapped her fingers on her desk briskly and took in the quiet of her personal jet. The aircraft had seemed a bit much for her but it was a gift from her doting father and honestly she was grateful to have not had to make the trip to Zimbabwe in the same vehicle as Dethklok. Having a private jet had also made it possible to bring along a few business associates that preferred to remain anonymous for the time being.
She basked while she could between phone calls from that blundering neanderthal. Even though she hadn't picked up once, he just didn't get it. She did not want to talk to him. They weren't 'an item'. They weren't in love. Hell, they weren't even friends. She'd let him go down on her. Once. And she'd only done that because it was part of the plan.
It had been an effective means to an end, and the end was coming. The ball was rolling nicely and everything was going her- or rather their- way. This was a moment of victory. It would be the first of many and she took a few more minutes to gloat in silence before she called her partner to let him know of the update. It was unlikely that he didn't know by now anyway, she was sure that he'd been watching the news.
Either way... She sighed and picked up her phone, might as well call before Nathan tried her again. After punching in the number, she heard the ring tone once before he picked up on the other end.
"Talk."
She rolled her eyes. His voice held an arrogance like he was someone important. He wasn't anymore. Not yet. He'd let Dethklok slip through his fingers years ago and now she was here to help him get it back. Of course, there would be plenty of money and prestige in it for her as well. She didn't work charity cases.
"Did you see the news?" She kept her voice cool and neutral, just like she'd always been taught. In a way, she'd been training for this job since she was a child. You could say it was a family business of sorts.
"I did." His voice was just as clipped as hers, offering nothing. "Is it true?"
Her phone beeped in her ear. Nathan was trying to call her. She pressed 'ignore'.
A small smile crept across her lips without permission and she just hoped that it didn't leak into her voice. "It is."
'Offer nothing' she reminded herself, just like her father had taught her from childhood. He was a tough man and he'd taught her an equally tough trade. Bringing people to their knees required no light work. It was all or nothing. She'd been born into a dog eat dog world and he'd raised her to fight like the rest of them. She would get no special treatment for being a woman and indeed being a woman in her field would always put her at a disadvantage. She had to work twice as hard, be flawlessly fierce, and execute without hesitation if she was going to accomplish what she was here to do. She'd torn apart countless bands, earning a name for herself, The Record Cleaner, but that had all been practice. Now it was time to prove her worth, make her father proud. It was time to bring down the gods, to dissolve Dethklok.
"Don't pat yourself on the back just yet." His severe tone effectively deflated her good mood. "Nathan and Pickles are close-"
"Not any more." Abigail felt her chest tighten and her voice snapped. Who did he think he was talking to? Some brainless amateur? No. She was Abigail Remeltindtdrinc, an independent woman who had fought her way to the top of her game. She'd been training for this her entire life.
Back when she'd been a child, her father had pushed her to her limits and beyond. A's weren't good enough when she could get A+'s. Friends were fine and good, but they were nothing if they couldn't connect her in some way. There was no point in wasting her time or effort on useless little people. She had worked her way through college despite having a respectable inheritance at her disposal because no ride was free. Hell, at the age of eighteen, she had decided to take her unwed mother's last name to prove that she didn't need her father's relative fame to over-shadow her success. Despite her love for him and her pride in sharing his name, she had done it all on her own, just like he'd said she could.
"Don't be so sure." His hiss was like venom and it both infuriated her and helped to subdue impulsive anger. He was right, it was too early to consider this a complete victory; dinner had only wrapped an hour ago. But he didn't have to ruin her good mood, did he?
His voice went on without hesitation. "After they kicked me to the curb, Nathan and Pickles were the core. They held the whole damned thing together. If you're gonna take down Dethklok, you're going to have to divide and conquer. Those two have to be split up."
This time her smile had nothing to do with the taste of victory or the pride of another conquest. This time her smile was the promise of smug satisfaction over the band's inevitable death. They who had thought themselves invincible were soon going to be at her mercy because revenge was coming. "I know. Trust me, they're going their separate ways."
Magnus Hammersmith snorted or made some sort of noise on the other end of the line. "Too easy. Nathan and Pickles go back a long way. You're going to have to keep an eye on them."
"Pickles is already gone. Offdensen couldn't get him to reconsider." Her phone beeped and again she ignored it.
"Where'd he go?" For the first time, Hammersmith's voice lifted and he started sounding like a person rather than just a business associate.
Abigail quirked a brow. She'd love to know why he was so curious but doubted he'd share the information willingly. 'Volunteer nothing.' "I don't know. He left quickly."
"Alone?"
What was he getting at? "Yes, alone. Well-" she rethought that. While she didn't want to offer more than he asked for, it wouldn't do any good to lie to him, accidentally or no. "There were a couple of bodyguards."
"How many?"
"Two." A nervous feeling was suddenly crawling up into the pit of her stomach. She was beginning to regret having brought him. She wanted to ask what his interest in this was but knew it would do her no good. If he didn't want to tell her then he wasn't going to.
There was a long stretch of silence on the other end before Magnus spoke again. "Where's Nathan?"
"On the Dethjet."
"And Offdensen?"
"Same."
"You're sure?"
She bit her lip. There it was again. He was doubting her, talking down to her like she was new to the game. "Yes." The manager was keeping a tight reign on the remaining four members of his band while he searched for the ex-drummer. The jet was grounded until further notice.
There came the sound of some shuffling and then his breathing indicated movement. He was walking or something. "You let me know if he leaves."
"Nathan or Charles?"
"Both."
The nerves formed a tight knot in her gut. What was he doing? She wanted to ask but refused. "I'll go to the jet. Offer to help."
"Right. Keep an eye on them."
She opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by another beep. Ugh. Nathan. He wasn't good with rejection, was he?
"What's that? Your phone cutting out?" Magnus asked.
"It's Nathan. He's been calling me nonstop since the sub incident-" Shit. She shouldn't have offered all of that information without a direct question first.
He sighed shortly and she felt her face flush. Stupid! How could she have been so stupid?
She could almost see her father's disapproving scowl from all those years ago. One of his biggest lessons had been about keeping herself in demand. Disclosing all of her information at once made her useless, disposable. The trick was to string your partners along, keep them needing you so that they wouldn't have a chance to stab you in the back. It was her job pull the knife first.
The phone beeped again- Nathan still hoping she'd talk to him. "Well pick it up. Keep 'im busy. I got something to do."
It was the way he said it more than the words themselves. She swallowed hard and fought herself. He wasn't going to do what she thought he was going to do, was he? He made a noise like he was going to hang up.
"Wait!"
Screw it. The game was up anyway. She'd already babbled to him like some moronic school girl. "You're not going after him, are you?"
The icy pause was all she needed and she half expected him to hang up on her as the phone beeped again. "It'd be dangerous," she blurted, all pretenses falling away. "Pickles had at least two bodyguards with him-"
"Shut your mouth before you blow everything-"
"The phone's not tapped, I checked it myself-"
"Abigail-" His voice was a low growl, menacing. He'd used her name and not by accident. He was threatening her with a single word.
"Don't go." She was desperate. Normally she wouldn't worry, Magnus could hold his own. He knew all about tearing people apart for gain but this was different. Dethklok was no normal band. Their foes didn't just fall, they died. They died horrible, brutal deaths.
"Take Nathan's call."
"Not until you promise to not go."
"Don't blow this!" He was actually losing his temper now.
"Then don't go alone," she gasped. "Take Ludwig with you."
His voice was dark. "I'd be better off alone. He's elegant like an ox, half as smart."
"Please." She kept her voice firm but she was still pleading.
He sighed again. "I don't have time for this-"
"Dad, please. Don't go alone." She was trembling.
Another long pause. Finally he made some sort of acceding sound. "Fine. Now take Nathan's call." He hung up before she could say anything else.
Like it or not, he was going to go. Hopefully he would take Ludwig. The self proclaimed 'lost son' of Skwisgaar Skwigelf thought that he was owed something from Dethklok as well, especially since the incident with his hand. Magnus was right, the guy was about as smart as a box of rocks but he was big and intimidating enough. He could hold his own in a fight typically. If her father was going to go after Pickles then at least he would have someone there to back him up. It wasn't worth worrying about. Her father had gotten by this long albeit hidden in the shadows. It was high time he was able to exact his revenge. She just hoped that he didn't get hurt or killed doing it.
No time. No time to think about it. He'd given her a job to do. She closed her phone and took a deep breath, willing her nerves to still. She could do this. She'd been raised to do this. Pooling her reserves, she put on her best professional face and accepted the waiting call. "Hello Nathan."
Title: Revenge is Coming
Author: nawazarrio
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Characters: Abigail, Magnus Hammersmith, mentions of the band and Charles
Warnings: None really. Non-funny crack? This is NOT in the same AU as my other stories. This beast stands alone. XD
Abigail tapped her fingers on her desk briskly and took in the quiet of her personal jet. The aircraft had seemed a bit much for her but it was a gift from her doting father and honestly she was grateful to have not had to make the trip to Zimbabwe in the same vehicle as Dethklok. Having a private jet had also made it possible to bring along a few business associates that preferred to remain anonymous for the time being.
She basked while she could between phone calls from that blundering neanderthal. Even though she hadn't picked up once, he just didn't get it. She did not want to talk to him. They weren't 'an item'. They weren't in love. Hell, they weren't even friends. She'd let him go down on her. Once. And she'd only done that because it was part of the plan.
It had been an effective means to an end, and the end was coming. The ball was rolling nicely and everything was going her- or rather their- way. This was a moment of victory. It would be the first of many and she took a few more minutes to gloat in silence before she called her partner to let him know of the update. It was unlikely that he didn't know by now anyway, she was sure that he'd been watching the news.
Either way... She sighed and picked up her phone, might as well call before Nathan tried her again. After punching in the number, she heard the ring tone once before he picked up on the other end.
"Talk."
She rolled her eyes. His voice held an arrogance like he was someone important. He wasn't anymore. Not yet. He'd let Dethklok slip through his fingers years ago and now she was here to help him get it back. Of course, there would be plenty of money and prestige in it for her as well. She didn't work charity cases.
"Did you see the news?" She kept her voice cool and neutral, just like she'd always been taught. In a way, she'd been training for this job since she was a child. You could say it was a family business of sorts.
"I did." His voice was just as clipped as hers, offering nothing. "Is it true?"
Her phone beeped in her ear. Nathan was trying to call her. She pressed 'ignore'.
A small smile crept across her lips without permission and she just hoped that it didn't leak into her voice. "It is."
'Offer nothing' she reminded herself, just like her father had taught her from childhood. He was a tough man and he'd taught her an equally tough trade. Bringing people to their knees required no light work. It was all or nothing. She'd been born into a dog eat dog world and he'd raised her to fight like the rest of them. She would get no special treatment for being a woman and indeed being a woman in her field would always put her at a disadvantage. She had to work twice as hard, be flawlessly fierce, and execute without hesitation if she was going to accomplish what she was here to do. She'd torn apart countless bands, earning a name for herself, The Record Cleaner, but that had all been practice. Now it was time to prove her worth, make her father proud. It was time to bring down the gods, to dissolve Dethklok.
"Don't pat yourself on the back just yet." His severe tone effectively deflated her good mood. "Nathan and Pickles are close-"
"Not any more." Abigail felt her chest tighten and her voice snapped. Who did he think he was talking to? Some brainless amateur? No. She was Abigail Remeltindtdrinc, an independent woman who had fought her way to the top of her game. She'd been training for this her entire life.
Back when she'd been a child, her father had pushed her to her limits and beyond. A's weren't good enough when she could get A+'s. Friends were fine and good, but they were nothing if they couldn't connect her in some way. There was no point in wasting her time or effort on useless little people. She had worked her way through college despite having a respectable inheritance at her disposal because no ride was free. Hell, at the age of eighteen, she had decided to take her unwed mother's last name to prove that she didn't need her father's relative fame to over-shadow her success. Despite her love for him and her pride in sharing his name, she had done it all on her own, just like he'd said she could.
"Don't be so sure." His hiss was like venom and it both infuriated her and helped to subdue impulsive anger. He was right, it was too early to consider this a complete victory; dinner had only wrapped an hour ago. But he didn't have to ruin her good mood, did he?
His voice went on without hesitation. "After they kicked me to the curb, Nathan and Pickles were the core. They held the whole damned thing together. If you're gonna take down Dethklok, you're going to have to divide and conquer. Those two have to be split up."
This time her smile had nothing to do with the taste of victory or the pride of another conquest. This time her smile was the promise of smug satisfaction over the band's inevitable death. They who had thought themselves invincible were soon going to be at her mercy because revenge was coming. "I know. Trust me, they're going their separate ways."
Magnus Hammersmith snorted or made some sort of noise on the other end of the line. "Too easy. Nathan and Pickles go back a long way. You're going to have to keep an eye on them."
"Pickles is already gone. Offdensen couldn't get him to reconsider." Her phone beeped and again she ignored it.
"Where'd he go?" For the first time, Hammersmith's voice lifted and he started sounding like a person rather than just a business associate.
Abigail quirked a brow. She'd love to know why he was so curious but doubted he'd share the information willingly. 'Volunteer nothing.' "I don't know. He left quickly."
"Alone?"
What was he getting at? "Yes, alone. Well-" she rethought that. While she didn't want to offer more than he asked for, it wouldn't do any good to lie to him, accidentally or no. "There were a couple of bodyguards."
"How many?"
"Two." A nervous feeling was suddenly crawling up into the pit of her stomach. She was beginning to regret having brought him. She wanted to ask what his interest in this was but knew it would do her no good. If he didn't want to tell her then he wasn't going to.
There was a long stretch of silence on the other end before Magnus spoke again. "Where's Nathan?"
"On the Dethjet."
"And Offdensen?"
"Same."
"You're sure?"
She bit her lip. There it was again. He was doubting her, talking down to her like she was new to the game. "Yes." The manager was keeping a tight reign on the remaining four members of his band while he searched for the ex-drummer. The jet was grounded until further notice.
There came the sound of some shuffling and then his breathing indicated movement. He was walking or something. "You let me know if he leaves."
"Nathan or Charles?"
"Both."
The nerves formed a tight knot in her gut. What was he doing? She wanted to ask but refused. "I'll go to the jet. Offer to help."
"Right. Keep an eye on them."
She opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by another beep. Ugh. Nathan. He wasn't good with rejection, was he?
"What's that? Your phone cutting out?" Magnus asked.
"It's Nathan. He's been calling me nonstop since the sub incident-" Shit. She shouldn't have offered all of that information without a direct question first.
He sighed shortly and she felt her face flush. Stupid! How could she have been so stupid?
She could almost see her father's disapproving scowl from all those years ago. One of his biggest lessons had been about keeping herself in demand. Disclosing all of her information at once made her useless, disposable. The trick was to string your partners along, keep them needing you so that they wouldn't have a chance to stab you in the back. It was her job pull the knife first.
The phone beeped again- Nathan still hoping she'd talk to him. "Well pick it up. Keep 'im busy. I got something to do."
It was the way he said it more than the words themselves. She swallowed hard and fought herself. He wasn't going to do what she thought he was going to do, was he? He made a noise like he was going to hang up.
"Wait!"
Screw it. The game was up anyway. She'd already babbled to him like some moronic school girl. "You're not going after him, are you?"
The icy pause was all she needed and she half expected him to hang up on her as the phone beeped again. "It'd be dangerous," she blurted, all pretenses falling away. "Pickles had at least two bodyguards with him-"
"Shut your mouth before you blow everything-"
"The phone's not tapped, I checked it myself-"
"Abigail-" His voice was a low growl, menacing. He'd used her name and not by accident. He was threatening her with a single word.
"Don't go." She was desperate. Normally she wouldn't worry, Magnus could hold his own. He knew all about tearing people apart for gain but this was different. Dethklok was no normal band. Their foes didn't just fall, they died. They died horrible, brutal deaths.
"Take Nathan's call."
"Not until you promise to not go."
"Don't blow this!" He was actually losing his temper now.
"Then don't go alone," she gasped. "Take Ludwig with you."
His voice was dark. "I'd be better off alone. He's elegant like an ox, half as smart."
"Please." She kept her voice firm but she was still pleading.
He sighed again. "I don't have time for this-"
"Dad, please. Don't go alone." She was trembling.
Another long pause. Finally he made some sort of acceding sound. "Fine. Now take Nathan's call." He hung up before she could say anything else.
Like it or not, he was going to go. Hopefully he would take Ludwig. The self proclaimed 'lost son' of Skwisgaar Skwigelf thought that he was owed something from Dethklok as well, especially since the incident with his hand. Magnus was right, the guy was about as smart as a box of rocks but he was big and intimidating enough. He could hold his own in a fight typically. If her father was going to go after Pickles then at least he would have someone there to back him up. It wasn't worth worrying about. Her father had gotten by this long albeit hidden in the shadows. It was high time he was able to exact his revenge. She just hoped that he didn't get hurt or killed doing it.
No time. No time to think about it. He'd given her a job to do. She closed her phone and took a deep breath, willing her nerves to still. She could do this. She'd been raised to do this. Pooling her reserves, she put on her best professional face and accepted the waiting call. "Hello Nathan."