The fringe of society. Poverty stricken, crime ridden, abused by those you should be able to trust and those who are supposed to protect. Lives of despair. Unwanted runaways lost in the gutters of a society that doesn't care.
The woman now known as Mordrys Black was one of those, a young girl, scraping by on the streets of this dismal city how ever she could. As hopeless as life was, she had Hope. She saw the better life the skyscrapers, the people with clean new clothes and full belly's, beautiful women in dresses who didn't have to sell themselves for a meal, handsome strong men to protect them, care for them, love them. Hope kept her alive and on the streets she did what she had to knowing that one day she would wear those dresses and be loved.
The streets were full of youthful rebellion gangs ravaged districts and police smashed heads. But a different rebellion also fomented. The rebellion of music.
Harsh, loud, and lewd.
Music drew the young people together and music moved and drove them gave them some semblance of meaning, belonging. Punk, rock, rap, and Metal. Metal of all types from the thrash of heavy Metal to the sludge of Doom and all in between. Running with the bands was better than whoring in the streets even if the only difference was where the deed was done.
She gravitated to the heavier wilder sounds. First Punk but that was to chaotic and purposeless then through the genre's of metal until she found Death Metal. The bands were musically talented, the themes spoke to her. One day a friend brought her to a new hangout where a new band was practicing. She listen to them and liked the music but the singer was weak and after one song she broke out laughing at the poor performance of the singer. The boy grew angry when his band mates didn't back him up and he threw the microphone at the girl, yelling, “You think you can do better?”
She caught the microphone out of the air and with a scowl said “Yes I can.”
The band started and she sang, a death metal growl that rivaled anything the big name bands had and she had no training. The defrocked singer slunk away his gig lost to an unknown street girl.
She embraced her new role and hope burned bright for her. She sang at parties then the band played clubs. She learned to sing properly to throw the death growl with the best of them. She was different than the other girl growlers. Even though she was extremely good looking she didn't emphasize that she dressed like the rest of the band not in the skimpy shorts and t-shirts with strategic rips the other girl singers wore, her sex wasn't part of the band her voice was and the kids reacted to that. The band became popular hundreds then thousands would come to see them hear her growl. Her Hopes were coming to fruition. Then she learned the awful truth.
Hope is a lie
The biggest open air concert of the hot summer. Her band was one of the headlining groups. They weren't political, they had no agenda. But the terrorists struck that day regardless. Waited for her and the band to take the stage. Didn't matter what their cause was or whether they were really terrorists or maybe some other group. They struck with machine guns and knives and bombs, Hundreds died, hundreds more were wounded. They struck at the stage with gunfire and bombs. When the police and the anti- terrorist soldiers arrived their bullets added to the carnage indiscriminately, killing terrorist and concert goer alike.
She lay there on the broken and burning stage, her band dead all around her killed by bullets and blown apart by bomb blasts. Her blood seeped from her bullet ridden and burned body her eyes staring at the remains of her dreams... her hopes, within her reach, snatched away.
No one could believe that she had survived when so many died no one doubted that she had purpose and her role for them was unfinished. Like a phoenix she rose from the ashes that created her she changed her name, became Mordrys Black. A new band was formed, The Days Of The End, and they began their conquest anew...