I still stick by my intuition, David indeed feels like a walking nightmare after all he was in a fucking black metal band with cult like status and a cult can influence people, manipulate them and use them or bend them to their own will. My gut says, David wanted more than my talent, he wanted something more from me and my band. Maybe my older scars and my pain and wanted to use that pain against me alone or the entire SCARHEADS. I am not 100 percent sure but I am having a fugly feeling that this might lead to a bigger chaos.
"Hey hey hey, guys check this out, our last gig reel has gone viral with 2 million views on Instagram." Zayne with both happy and concerned tone.
"But wait a minute, I saw some punks calling us posers and that our music is not even real music but noise." Zayne looked irritated.
"Ignore bro and let's focus on our own business." Lohit in a serious tone.
"This one guy, Sourav Borah, is constantly hackling at the comment box." Zayne was turning red at this.
"Must be another joker in the scene, I am familiar with their kind." I said this because I have seen this ugly side before.
Well, I was not going to let trolls take over my emotions, I am more concerned with composing our first full length album THE WAR WITHIN with a bigger song list. It was going to be a concept album and thus I need more focus than thinking about some bozos.
[ELSEWHERE.]
"Fucking posers. They are killing the scene. Whiney ass emo kids." Sourav with a frustrated and drunk tone.
"Woah, the peg's got into your head I assume. Calm the fuck down and hey don't chomp on the chakhna more than we can have." Arindam with both sarcasm and annoyance.
"You look way to cool to be a Corpse fan." Sourav who was still pissed and drunk.
"He is right you know, look where your arrogance got? CARRION never happened because of your dumb ideas and reckless Sourav. Death Metal, Death metal, it was all about that with you and never respected other sub-genres. Also, you were obsessed with David Da and Magna Carta and you still are. Why don't you just grow up and grow actual balls of steel." Himanshu with a serious tone.
"Oh, I will, all I need is some gasoline and a little fire to ignite the spark." Sourav, more sinister than ever.
"Arson? Real mature homie, real mature but don't expect me to be the part of this." Himanshu with both maturity and practicality.
"Nuh uh, I am out as well." Arindam with straight avoidance.
"Cowards!" [Gulping Whiskey.] "I will do it myself then. It shall be Zayne Da's prized bike." Sourav, grinning and rage fueled.
"Night time, 8:00 random parking lot."
SFX: - CRACKLE, CRACKLE [SOUND OF FIRE BURNING.]
"NO NO NO, MY BIKE, MY FUCKING BIKE!" Zayne in both shock and horror.
SFX: - DEATH TO FAKE METAL, DEATH TO EMBER SCARS! [SPRAY PAINTED ON THE WALL IN RED.]
And that, that was the first spark of literal chaos and anarchy, an ultimatum, an empty threat from the member of a failed band refusing to accept the change in the scene and too obsessed with a chaotic rage of Death metal and rejecting and emotional angle of Post Hardcore. For him music was all about chainsaw riffs, slamming solos and gut shattering blast beats and not about the feels, emotions, pain and melody. Classic gatekeeping mentality.
The police arrested him based on the CCTV footage, a young fool barely 22, muscular but brainless, fair skinned and looks like someone from Nalbari side of Lower Assam.
"Why?" I asked him.
"You suck, that's why! Poser." Sourav, still full of hate.
"And your point?" I asked again.
"Your music, it's not even real music." Sourav, still full of hate.
"And you think you can gate-keep and save the scene? Grow up kid while you still can." I advised like an elder brother.
Zayne rushed in angry and pissed and then….
"You fucker, why? And how dare you." [grabs Sourav's collar.]
"Woah, woah, enough." [I struggled to keep him at bay.] "I said enough, Jesus!" I yelled at him for the first time.
"A storm is coming and no one can stop that; you all shall be consumed by it." Sourav with a maniacal tone.
"What is he talking about?" Lohit with a serious tone.
"Mental much?" Yugal with a witty tone.
"Bheja gone I suppose." Riyan, wittier.
The police officer Abhiraj walked in and then….
"Zayne, you'll still be able to claim an insurance. This numbskull however will get a fair trial under the prosecution of Trisha Rae Kennedy." I knew what we were walking into, a Kennedy that means David's relative, I suppose his sister.
"You stupid, why won't you just grow up son?" Mr. Borah walks in with frustration.
"I am not sorry, Dad." Sourav, still cynical.
"[slaps], that's what you get, sir keep him locked up because he is a walking talking wrecking ball." Mr. Borah with a clear permission to proceed with the case.
[elsewhere present day]
"That was reckless, should we silence the heretic?" A cult member about Sourav.
"Not heretic, just lost, I will fix his fucking mind by putting some sense into it." David with full authority.
"Fine, just look into the matter." The cult member with authority in his tone.
"Karma, you know what to do." Pointing at an agent.
"That I do sire." Karma who complied by the order.
"Sometimes a sacrifice is required for a greater good, even if it is a child." David, looking eviler and more sinister.