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Part five
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** The Music Quest: Epilogue **
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
* * * * *
Nikki fell into a coma that night in the van. They got her to Altars of
Madness, but from there the news only got worse.
Ryan went into a blind rage when the doctors told him that she was hit by
hollow points. Her right lung was punctured and had collapsed and two major
arteries in her shoulder had been torn through.
A couple of days later, Nikki died of internal hemorrhaging and lead
poisoning.
She was buried in the cemetary outside Altars a few days after that. On
her tombstone was written:
"Nicole Amanda Finn
June 6, 2004 - February 26, 2025
Rest in Peace
But Never in Silence"
* * * * *
Ryan spent most the next week in a drunken haze. Memory Lapse had to slap
him occasionally just to get him to listen to what he was saying.
Despite all that, Atomic Nature opened right on schedule. Ryan sobered up
and was stocking the bar when Krython Deathpigor, their disk jockey,
introduced himself.
The first thing that struck Ryan about him was the floppy orange hat on
his head. The next things were his baggy jeans and a green suede vest that
he wore over a white t-shirt.
Krython dropped his bag on the floor and shook Ryan's hand vigorously.
Ryan handed him a shot glass. "Bourbon?"
"Don't mind if I do," he said and smiled.
Ryan poured two shots and raised his glass in a toast. "To REALLY loud
music!" he said with a grin.
Krython laughed. "To REALLY loud music," he agreed and the two of them
tossed back their drinks.
"Well, to business," said Ryan.
"Right."
"In exchange for you DJing my place for one night, I'll give you this
walkman," Ryan pulled a black walkman out of his pocket and set it on the
counter.
Krython inspected it closely. "Just one night?"
"One night."
He considered it for a second and then smiled. "You got yourself a deal!"
"Great!" Ryan shook his hand again and pointed to the stage at the
opposite end of the room. "That's command central," he said.
"Cool." Krython picked up his bag and sauntered across the basement. He
sat down behind the mess of wires and equipment and whistled. "Nice set up,"
he said.
Ryan nodded. "Thank you," he replied. He pointed at something on the
stage. "The CDs are in that box on your right."
Krython looked through them. "Good tunes too." He flipped through the CDs
some more, then looked up. "Got any requests?"
Ryan thought about it for a moment. "Give me some Mariah Carey first," he
said. "Then maybe a little mid- to late-90's R&B and some of that rock shit
too."
Krython nodded. "Sure thing."
Memory Lapse came running down the stairs. "Man, we're going to have one
HELL of an opening night!" he exclaimed.
Outside the iron doors, they could hear a low murmur echoing into the
room. Ryan looked at his watch and said "Let the animals in, Marcus."
Memory Lapse walked over to the door and swung it open. A flood of people
rushed in and the music started to blast loudly, explosively. Almost atomic
in nature.
[255D[25C[0;1;34mBy [0;36mT[1mh[37me [0;36mR[1me[37mt
[A[35Carded [0;36mW[1ma[37mrrior [34m[[0;36mi[1mC[37m
[A[52CE[34m]
[29C[36mJuly 6 - July 14, 1993
[31mThis work may not be taken, in whole or in part, witho[A
[57Cut giving credit to
the author, [37mThe Retarded Warrior[31m, and/or his affilia[A
[52Cte, [37mInsane Creators
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