Metal Matt Fan Fic: Start Of Darkness

[Metal Matt]

So, I've been listening to Marilyn Manson lately, specifically his albums Antichrist Superstar and Holy Wood. And I've been inspired to write again. And I decided to write about how Metal Matt first began his start in 1986, before he ever met Chucky and Tiffany. And I'll be writing in a new style. Not a movie script style, but a novel style. I'll give this a try and see if it works or not. Are you ready? HERE...

WE....


GO.




ACT I:



"FREEZING! CAN'T MOVE AT ALL! SCREAMING! CAN'T HEAR MY CALL! I AM DYING TO LIVE! CRY OUT! I'M TRAPPED UNDER ICE!"

Metal Matt rolled over and lifted up the needle of his vinyl record player. The song that was playing was Metallica's "Trapped Under Ice". It was his favorite Metallica song at that point. Metal Matt couldn't wait for Metallica's newest album, Master Of Puppets, which was set to drop in only two weeks. It was 1986, and Metal Matt was looking forward to this year. He would be graduating high school and he couldn't wait to get out of that godforsaken school. Metal Matt was not looking forward to today. Luckily it was a Friday, so for the next two days, he would have some freedom. Metal Matt got dressed in his usual attire. He put on his signature ribcage shirt, and leather pants. He then put on his Converse Chuck Taylor sneakers. Metal Matt topped off his look with a long black leather trenchcoat. Metal Matt stared in the mirror, admiring his unique style.

"Nice. There's just one thing missing." Metal Matt said as he looked in the mirror.

Metal Matt grabbed a pair of sunglasses off the bathroom counter. He put them on, completing his look.

"Perfect." Metal Matt said to himself, satisfied.

Metal Matt entered the kitchen, and grabbed some breakfast. He decided to have some cereal today. Metal Matt took that as a reminder to pick up groceries the next morning. Metal Matt lived alone. His mom was murdered when he was only 6, and his father mysteriously disappeared around the same time. Metal Matt often wondered if these chains of events were more than a coincidence. But he didn't think about it much. He ran off from Springwood to a new town. A town called Murder. Metal Matt stepped outside and began walking to school. Metal Matt enjoyed the crisp autumn air of Murder. Murder was an interesting town. No adults to be seen. The inmates practically ran the asylum, so to speak. Metal Matt arrived at school, and came across all the strange people at Murder High.

"Look at this freak." One of the kids said, referring to Metal Matt's unique sense of style.

"What does he think he's trying to pull?" Another kid questioned.

Metal Matt attempted to shrug this off, but it was difficult, considering he had to deal with this every day ever since he arrived in the small town of Murder. The kids in Murder were different from him. The girls dressed like boys and the boys dressed like girls. Everything was topsy-turvey. Metal Matt didn't look that much different from the boys, having long teased up jet black hair of his own, though he had a jet black goatee, setting himself apart from the androgynous look of the rest of the boys. Metal Matt was ridiculed for this, though it never really bothered him. Metal Matt wanted to stick out. He wanted to be different. It was clear Metal Matt was radically different from the rest of the town of Murder. Metal Matt knew that everybody in the town hated him. He hated them right back.

"Excuse us! We are coming through!"

That was the voice of Lindsay, a girl at school. But Metal Matt and the rest of the kids knew that she wasn't just any girl. Lindsay and her friends, Rachel, Amanda, and Lacey, were part of a clique at school. They were called "The Beautiful People". The four girls, much like Metal Matt, looked very different from their female counterparts. Whereas every girl in the school had short, black, boyish hair, dressed in white wifebeaters, and wore jeans, The Beautiful People consisted of girls who wore miniskirts, pink tops, and long flowing hair, blonde for Lindsay, Rachel, and Amanda, and brunette for Lacey.

"How's everyone doing today?" Lacey asked the crowd of kids.

"Good." Everyone replied.

"Well, better run off to class. Your assignments are waiting." Amanda revealed.

The kids and Metal Matt walked to class. They knew that The Beautiful People ran the show. While walking to class, Metal Matt wondered to himself why The Beautiful People looked different and were accepted, while he looked different and he was rejected.

Just a weird double standard, Metal Matt thought to himself.

But then again, Metal Matt never understood this town. But he knew that the town of Murder was better than the town of Springwood. He had independence, something he didn't have in Springwood. Metal Matt arrived in his classroom and grabbed a paper off a desk.

WRITE A 400 WORD ESSAY ON WHY TEEN BEAT IS THE BEST MAGAZINE, the paper said.

Yep, this sounds like The Beautiful People, alright, Metal Matt thought to himself as he walked back to his desk. Metal Matt just didn't want to be at this place. He would rather be at home, listening to his vinyl records. He felt like listening to The Zombies' "Time Of The Season" when he got home. Technically, Metal Matt didn't have to go to school, but he decided to go anyway, figuring it would be good to get out of the house every now and again. Metal Matt ended up completing the paper a couple of hours later. Metal Matt simply bull crapped his way through the essay. They would never notice.

"Hey freak." A boy said to Metal Matt as he walked out of the classroom.

The boy punched Metal Matt and threw him to the ground. Metal Matt was on his way to Gym class. Metal Matt never liked this class, as it bored him to tears. In gym class, they would be playing baseball. Metal Matt was hoping that he would be picked first, instead of last as he always was. Metal Matt didn't hold out any hope, but miracles did happen. Maybe not often, but they did.

"Alright people! We're playing some good ol' baseball!" A boy named Jim said.

Jim was the most popular boy in school, mostly due to dating Rachel. What Rachel saw in him, no one knew. Not even the other members in The Beautiful People knew. But Rachel was the leader of the clique, so no one questioned her. Metal Matt hated cliques. With a fiery passion. Unfortunately, no one else in the school, or the town for that matter, felt the same way.

"I pick... Bobby. Alan. Dave. Henry. William. Pauly. Peter. Richard. And... um... I guess I'll go with Metal Matt."

"Last. Again. Figures." Metal Matt softly said to himself.

Finally, the day was over. Metal Matt could not wait to get out of that school. Metal Matt was then attacked by Jim and his own clique, who were dating the other members of the Beautiful People. Metal Matt attempted to fight back, but was simply outnumbered.

"You know Metal Matt," Jim said, "We don't allow freaks like you in our school. On behalf of the Beautiful People, you are expelled from Murder High. If you ever come back, the beatings you will receive will make this little incident look like child's play."

Metal Matt limped out of the school. He never thought that it would come to this. Did the town really hate him that much? Metal Matt figured that they did. Metal Matt believed in revenge. He felt it was the sweetest thing that could ever exist. The Beautiful People would pay. Jim's clique would pay. The entire town would pay for what they had done to Metal Matt over the years. Metal Matt continued his long walk home to his house. He lived in a house in the hills, separated from everybody else in the town of Murder. Metal Matt loved and valued his privacy. Near his house, he saw the deceased corpse of Old Man Wiggins.

"You finally died, huh?" Metal Matt rhetorically asked as he walked past the decaying, greying body.

Old Man Wiggins was a well to do man, and was the last adult to be alive in Murder. He had been dead for months on end. Nobody had ever bothered to clean up the body. Maggots were eating his decayed flesh. Metal Matt loved this sight. His skeleton was starting to show, particularly around the eyes.

A fallen man, Metal Matt thought to himself.

Metal Matt wondered if The Beautiful People had him murdered. He had blood on his once tailored, blue, polyester suit. It wouldn't have surprised him. He finally got to his house. Metal Matt looked over the small town of Murder. It was beautifully dark, like in his paintings he had created in his spare time. He couldn't wait to see this town drop to its bloody little knees. He picked up a switchblade knife that had been by Old Man Wiggins. This was a sure sign he had been murdered. But Metal Matt didn't care. Not anymore.

"You want to take it out on me." Metal Matt said to himself. "You want me to be the victim. Pretty soon, we'll see who's the victim."

[Spanky]

Hmm very different, and interesting. I am liking it so far man. Keep up the good work.

[Metal Matt]

Thanks, man, just trying something different. I have some cool ideas planned for Act II...

[Metal Matt]

ACT II:





Metal Matt stared at his record collection, attempting to decide what album to play. Metal Matt undoubtedly had the biggest record collection in all of Murder. And despite his name, his musical taste was quite varied and eclectic, ranging from Joan Jett and The Blackhearts to U2 to James Brown. Metal Matt decided to put on The Zombies' Odyssey and Oracle album. Metal Matt had a fondness for this type of music. Finally, the record reached its last song, "Time Of The Season". Metal Matt loved this song. In fact, it was one of his favorite songs. He thought the title was appropriate. Especially now. It was the time of the season. A time for vengeance. A time for revenge.

"Where's my knife?" Metal Matt asked himself as he looked around the house.

He then saw it on the kitchen table. Metal Matt took a good look at the knife. For the most part, it was fine. But Metal Matt felt he could improve upon it. For example, the blade should be much, much sharper, in order to inflict the worst possible pain. Metal Matt made the knife sharper. Metal Matt then posted pictures of The Beautiful People and their boyfriends, from the school newsletter. Metal Matt threw his knife at all of them at least once. They landed perfectly every time.

"Bullseye." Metal Matt said, extremely proud of himself.

Metal Matt then flashed an evil smile in the mirror. It reminded him of the end of Psycho. Metal Matt was admittedly unsure as to who to go after first. There were just so many options. Should he go after the Beautiful People first, or save them for last? Should he kill them and their boyfriends simultaneously? Should he kill them slow? Or just get it over with? The possibilities were endless. Metal Matt placed all their pictures on the kitchen counter. Metal Matt started making a plan. He knew what he was going to do. The question was, how was he going to do it?

"Maybe I should get a gun. That will get the job done." Metal Matt said.

Metal Matt found a gun in the kitchen drawer. It had been there ever since he arrived in the town of Murder. Like it was waiting for him.

Perhaps it was fate, Metal Matt thought to himself. Nevertheless, Metal Matt headed to the school to kill his first victim. When Metal Matt got to the school, he realized that he shouldn't be seen there. If he was seen, then all hell would break loose. Metal Matt decided that he had to be stealthy and sneak around the school. Not an easy feat, but this was too important to screw up. It reminded Metal Matt of an old game he used to play, Castle Wolfenstein, on the Commodore 64. He had to use strategy and cunning if he was going to succeed in his mission of revenge.

"Oh, Jim! That's so funny!"

The voice was coming from the school. It belonged to Amanda. Metal Matt questioned what The Beautiful People were still doing there. Nevertheless, he was glad. That just makes it easier, Metal Matt thought to himself. He then decided that Amanda would be the first to go. Metal Matt quietly entered the school. He heard Jim and his lackeys coming. Metal Matt hid in the Janitor's closet. It smelled awful in there, but it was his only hiding place. He simply had to make do with it, at least for just a few minutes.

"So Jim, what are you doing later tonight?" said Bobby, one of Jim's friends. He was dating Amanda, so he was in good company.

"I don't know," Jim told him. "Maybe go to a party. Or throw one myself. It's a Friday, anything goes."

"Sounds gnarly. And about Metal Matt, you think he'll come back?" Bobby asked.

"I doubt it. He's too much of a coward. I personally hope so. Because that would give me one more opportunity to put him in his place." Jim said, quite over confidently.

The two left. Metal Matt was finally able to get out of that room. The place smelled like hell. Metal Matt was surprised to still be breathing. Metal Matt then turned around and saw a hook.

"That would make a great weapon." Metal Matt softly said.

It certainly would. That would do some serious damage. Metal Matt then looked for Amanda. She was in the classroom. Alone. Vulnerable. Easy. Metal Matt had to think about it for a moment. He needed to plan this out. He had to make sure no one would find them. He decided to lock the door. Luckily, there was a curtain by the door.

"Perfect." Metal Matt said. This couldn't have gone any better. But he still had a lot to do. Metal Matt snuck into the classroom. He locked the door behind him and hung a curtain over the door. Everything was ready to go. Amanda was stocking up the books. Amanda turned around to see Metal Matt. She was shocked and scared. She saw the giant hook in Metal Matt's gloved hand. She practically saw her life flash before her eyes. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. But it was.

"Amanda, I'm hooked on you." Metal Matt quipped, as he swung the hook into Amanda's throat.

Blood spurted out from the wound, splashing Metal Matt's face. Amanda fell to the ground, coughing and attempting to scream. But she couldn't. All that would come out was a gurgling sound.  Metal Matt then grabbed Amanda's head, and ripped it off of her body. Metal Matt then ripped off Amanda's jaw off her already disembodied head.

"This is turning out to be a good day. See you on the other side, my love." Metal Matt said to the deceased Amanda.

Metal Matt unlocked the door, so the Beautiful People could see his handiwork. Metal Matt escaped through the window. The Beautiful People walked in several minutes later. What they saw was worse than they ever could have dreamed. Amanda was dead. The girls screamed.

"WHO DID THIS?" Rachel screamed.

"I think I know who." Jim thought out loud. "Metal Matt. That's who did it."

"We have to stop him!" Lindsay said.

"Well, we better throw a party tonight." Jim said.

"A party? At this time? After something like this has happened? Are you insane?" Lacey questioned.

"No, no. This is a good thing. Metal Matt couldn't have gone very far. This blood is still fresh." Jim theorized. "He knows we're going to a party. We talked about it this morning. Wherever we go, he will go. And besides, what can he do to us? There's seven of us, and only one of him. He's as good as dead!"

The girls thought this was a good idea. Jim was making a lot of sense.

"Alright," Lacey said. "We'll do it."

Metal Matt was listening to this conversation the entire time. He had a plan. Oh, he had a plan. And it would go in effect tonight.

Later that night, Jim dropped off the girls at their house, which would be the site of the party.

"I'll go pick up some beer, and I'll meet you in an hour or so." Jim told them.

Jim then started the car, and drove off to his house to pick up some beer. It would be cheaper than going to the grocery store. Jim arrived at his house. But it was quiet. Too quiet. He told his clique to meet him at his house, but there was no sign of them. Maybe they are on their way, Jim thought.

"Hey, freak." A voice came from the backseat of Jim's van. It belonged to Metal Matt, who lounged at Jim. The two fought for a while, before Metal Matt was able to get the better of him.

"Sit down. Right now." Metal Matt commanded. There were two seats, one across from another. Jim sat across from Metal Matt.

"Good. Now what were you doing here?" Metal Matt asked.

"I was getting some beer for the party." Jim answered.

"It's always about beer with you kids, isn't it?" Metal Matt said. "Ugh. I just don't understand people like you."

Metal Matt grabbed a gun from his pants pocket. Jim's eyes opened wide. He had never seen a gun before in his life. He was scared to death.

"Do you know what this is? This is a gun." Metal Matt said.

"What are you going to do?" Jim tearfully asked.

Metal Matt put the gun in Jim's hands.

"Put it in your mouth." Metal Matt demanded.

Jim complied. The barrel was cold. It was unpleasant.

"Remember, Jim. Your three friends are in the bushes. You make one move, and I kill all three of them." Metal Matt warned.

Metal Matt wasn't lying. All three of Jim's friends were there. They were bound and gagged in the bushes.

"Jim, I want to ask you something." Metal Matt said. "Did you know that when the womb consumes the boy, it's never, ever, considered rape?"

"No." Jim softly said.

"Well, now ya do." Metal Matt said. "Let me ask you another question, Jim. Have you ever been with a woman before?"

"Of course." Jim said.

"Let me rephrase that." Metal Matt said. "Was she alive or dead?"

Jim hesitated.

"I asked you a question, Jim." Metal Matt said sternly. "Was she alive or dead?"

"Dead." Jim shamefully admitted.

"What did she taste like?" Metal Matt asked.

"Cold." Jim said.

"Oh, I bet she did." Metal Matt said. "Now, Jim, we're going to play a game. I call it Russian Roulette."

Metal Matt took the gun out of Jim's mouth.

"There is one round in this gun. I am going to spin the cylinder around six times." Metal Matt explained. "If the six one is loaded... you die. I'd start praying."

Metal Matt started spinning the cylinder. 1, 2, 3.

"And it spins around..." Metal Matt demonically sang.

4, 5, 6.

Ka-boom. Ka-boom.

[Metal Matt]

ACT III:

The Beautiful People are at the party. Al Green's "Let's Stay Together" has just come on the radio.





Lindsay has a worried look on her face. Like something was wrong.

"Is there something wrong, Lindsay?" Lacey asked.

"It's just what happened to Amanda today. I can't believe someone would actually do that to her." Lindsay explained.

Rachel comforted her.

"It's okay. We will find him. Jim will find him. He'll protect us." Rachel told her.

"Well, if you say so..." Lindsay halfheartedly said, as if she was unsure.

"Here, have another menthol." Lacey offered.

Lindsay was unsure of it. She knew that menthol cigerettes were the smell of community college. She promised herself she would never sink that low. She felt only trashy people smoked these cigarettes. But she wanted to belong, so she accepted it. She lit it up. It tasted disgusting. But she couldn't let the others know that. She blew out smoke. Every teenager in the town knew she had experience with that.

"I feel a little bit better now." Lindsay lied.

"See, everything is going to be alright." Rachel told her.

Back at Jim's house, It was a mess. Jim's head had a hole through it. He lost the game of Russian Roulette. His friends paid the price as well, each having been shot point blank in the head by Metal Matt.

"Gotta clean up this crap." Metal Matt realized.

He decided to hide all the bodies inside the house. Not like anyone would come to the house anytime soon. Metal Matt decided to hang all four boys inside the house. Metal Matt created nooses out of some rope he found in the house. He tied them extremely tight around each of their necks. He hung them. The job was done. He then headed to the party. His mission was almost done. His revenge was almost complete.

Maybe I should get out of here when it's all over, Metal Matt thought to himself. It would seem like the perfect option. Every teenager in the town would know it was him. They would most likely call the cops. Metal Matt thought it would make an interesting battle between him and the police, but decided that it wasn't worth the risk. Metal Matt arrived at the party. He had to be stealthy once again. He decided to sneak into the back door of the house. The house was rather gigantic, almost like a mansion. But Metal Matt had his knife with him. He had his gun with him. He was ready. He decided to take out the remaining members of The Beautiful People one by one, saving Rachel for last, since she was dating Jim.

Lacey then began to speak to everyone in the living room.

"Is everybody having a good time?" Lacey asked the audience.

"YEAH!" The audience responded. The audience was buzzed from all the beer that they were drinking and the pot that they were smoking.

"I'll be right back, I just need to freshen up." Lacey told the audience.

This is perfect, Metal Matt thought to himself. But how to kill her? Metal Matt decided to go for the classic knife stabbing. Unoriginal? Yes. Cliche? Yes. Effective. Hell Yes.

Lacey entered the room. She looked in the mirror at her amazing body. Metal Matt wondered if he should kill her. She had a killer body, after all. But she was one of the Beautiful People. He had no choice in the matter. Metal Matt impaled her with the knife. Blood squirted from her body. Two Beautiful People down, two to go.

"Hmm. What's keeping Lacey?" Lindsay asked.

"I don't know. Go check on her." Rachel demanded.

Lindsay went upstairs to check on her. Suddenly, she was stabbed in the back by Metal Matt. Again, it was unoriginal, but it got the job done. Just one more to go. The revenge plot was almost fulfilled. Metal Matt decided to go for a special kill. Metal Matt saw that Rachel was in the kitchen by herself. Yet another perfect opportunity. He saw that the stove was on. Metal Matt quickly hatched up an idea.

"Lindsay! How's Lacey!" Rachel screamed upstairs to nobody.

"I believe she's resting."

Metal Matt appeared. Rachel couldn't believe her beautiful brown eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Rachel asked.

"Getting some good ol' fashioned revenge." Metal Matt explained. "You're the final one to die."

Metal Matt lounged for her. Suddenly, everything went black.

Metal Matt woke up. He was now on the streets. How he got there he had no idea. How he even blacked out in the first place was still a mystery. Metal Matt slowly got up. He walked backwards and nearly tripped on a body. A dead body. There were dead bodies everywhere. All of the townspeople were dead. Slowly, but surely, Metal Matt realized that he had killed them all. And he didn't even remember it.

I didn't want it to be like this, Metal Matt thought to himself. The townspeople weren't the victims, The Beautiful People were. For the first time in his life, Metal Matt expressed remorse. It was a feeling he never thought he would ever express. He had to get out of that town. There was no reason to be there anymore. Metal Matt ent back to his house in the hills, grabbed all his belongings and started walking.

"Goodbye, Murder." Metal Matt said. "I don't think I'll be missing you anytime soon."

It was the truth. He wouldn't miss it. Metal Matt walked for miles and miles before arriving in a place called Detroit. Metal Matt had never heard of it. But he loved the look of the town. Especially at night. Beautifully dark. This was his new home. Metal Matt decided to sit down by a building, just to rest for a little while. Just then two people walked by. A man and a woman. The man had long, dark hair and was wearing a trenchcoat and a Hawaiian shirt. The woman had blonde hair and was wearing a leather outfit. They stopped by and took a look at Metal Matt. And then the man asked his female counterpart a question.

"Who's this guy, Tiffany?"



The End.