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Hell yes! That song is beautiful! Hehe I know what you mean too, my friend has it and we've watched it twice in a row xD.

On a random note: Does anyone else notice how the start of Cherry Waves by Deftones sounds exactly like the guitars on Freak on a Leash surprised ?

Yes yes! We can do fanfics in this magical place biggrin

You bet! (I'll also vote for ya on my other account...s... *looks around for administrators* O.o) But I'll tell me friends, too. You must win!!

Hmm...well, I've been sort-of working on this crappy little KoRn fanfic in my boredom-time. I could give ya a snippet, and if it seems half-way decent (with it's damned timeline errors X.X) maybe I could consider posting it? sweatdrop

eek Alrighty, then...umm...(I need to grow some ******** balls...>.>) I'll give you a snippet here in the bar, before I actually make a topic about it...y'know...see how teh people like/hate it...I just hope I don't get eated-ed. O.O But first a little explanation of what the hell is going on:

It follows Jonathan, for the most part. I figured it takes place a little after Issues, after he divorced Renee, and is dealing with being single, sober and schizo. He's been having strange nightmares, that seem to be trying to tell him something, and some of the nightmares even start appearing before him when he's awake. Because of his background, mostly everyone dosen't believe him, blowing him off as "insane", except for one person that he encounters at a Vegas show one night. All the while, Head begins acting very, very strange...
I can't fit all of it in a nutshell. X.x But I can give you that snippet I won't shut up about:

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Jonathan laid across a stiff, rickety bed, his eyes open, staring into the darkness of the room around him. It was far more different than it had first been when he checked into the Hard Rock Hotel that morning. That morning, it had been bright, and colorful, and had a much more happier appearance. Now it was dark, and the kind, pretty decorations began to cast shadows of demons across every wall. It was so empty and pitiful-looking right now; it was exactly how Jon felt. He sat up in the uncomfortable bed, scanning through the dark room. He got up, the crusted, old sheets falling from his body, and he stumbled over to the window. He pulled the curtains apart, and leaned against the glass. He found himself staring out across the Las Vegas Strip, every hotel still lit up and flickering away like a sea of neon candles. It was comforting to still know the world hadn't ended...

He looked down from the Strip, to look out at the pool below his balcony. It was unoccupied. He hadn't seen a single person since the concert. It had only been a few hours, but he was feeling lonely, and just because the hotels were lit up, it still didn't mean that every had died while he had been laying in that awful bed, confronting his insomnia.

He hated himself for wanting to be social, but it didn't stop him from slipping on his spare A.D.I.D.A.S. track suit, and fishing across the counter for his keycard and wallet. He took a glance at the bed, resting in the darkest corner of the room. The bed on the tour bus was more comfortable, and Jon remembered a couple hours ago when he felt like pushing it out the window. He shook his head; the mattress certainly wasn't the problem. He grasped the door handle when a voice stopped him.

What are you doing, daddy?

Yes. It was much too quiet if he could hear voices again. He chose not to reply, and headed out into the hall. He closed the door gently behind him, happy to leave the cold, blue room behind. He stood in the dim, yellow glow of the hallway, and looked around. Still, no one was to be seen. However, normal people were usually asleep by 3:30 in the morning. 'I don't see how anyone could sleep in this s**t-hole, but whatever.' He thought. Jon shoved his keycard and wallet into his pocket, and walked slowly down the hall towards the elevators. He was twiddling with one of his dreadlocks when his footsteps echoed. 'Is there someone behind me?' He checked. There was no one. He shook it off. 'I'm just tired. I'm hearing things.'

Jonathan continued making his way down, feeling uncomfortable that the hall kept curving. He had a feeling that someone was behind him, bearing down on him, and the fact that anything could appear around the next bend was getting him anxious. He hated to be scared of nothing; it was a childish little fear that had never left him. He could hear the casino underneath him now, and the silver elevators appeared into view ahead. Just because there was muted rock music and binging of machines still didn't assure him that everyone was dead. Casually, he pressed the elevator button down, knowing it wouldn't take long with no people around. He was standing there, when he heard footsteps again. He looked up, staring down the hall, seeing nothing. His hand found the glowing button on the wall, and he pressed it again.

The footsteps were growing louder, now. He pressed the button again, and again, and again. He began to panic a little.





"Goddamnit...!" Jon cursed as the elevator door rung out, almost seeming to censor his foul mouth. He scrambled inside, and went back to rapidly pressing buttons again. He pushed the word casino a good ten times before the doors actually started to close. He didn't want to keep looking down the shadowed hall, but he did. As the doors began to close, he saw the form of something appear in the hall. It was inhuman, like nothing he had ever seen before. He backed against the elevator wall as it started to move quicker. Just as it started to become clearer, the doors shut, and he was locked into a box with rock music. He sunk down the wall, and sat down.

"What's wrong with me...?" He asked himself, looking up. He laid his eyes on a years-old KoRn promo poster attached to the wall in a glowing box. He cocked his head sideways, staring at himself. It was the Follow The Leader poster. He was sitting on a silver bicycle, wearing red-tinted sunglasses. His short, brown dreadlocks didn't look so tangled, framing nicely with his clean-shaven face, and his skin looked a lot healthier, and full of so much color. He looked at the faux gold that rimmed the bottom of the elevator, watching his reflection stare back at him. Now, his skin was pale, his hair died-black, hanging past his shoulder blades in thick, long dreadlocks, and blue-tinted glasses. He felt sick to look at himself. He didn't know where he was going with his life anymore. And he was sure as hell afraid of where it would take him. Not a thought later, the voices came back to him...

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But...yeah. That would be teh (kinda long) snippet of dis horrible, little work. Is it any good, or should I just keep my bordom to myself? sweatdrop

Nyeeehh!! *clings* I wuv yoo!! 4laugh

I've so far only written the first and THIRD chapter. I skipped the second one for some reason, but once it's finished I'll post the first. I'm all a**-backwards...and there's still stuff I need to edit here and there, but I will be posting it soon. Thanks for the support and encouragement! ^-^