R+ fanfic Doom's Day 3

A Rammstein fanfic series // Doom's Day

Part Three - Richard Kruspe

I walked into the concert venue. There was a man standing in the corner holding a guitar.
"I play guitar. How much do you know?" I walked over to him and asked him.
"I've played in a band for over 13 years, so I think I know enough to get me by." he said. "Name's Kruspe, but you can call me Richard. Yours?"
"Michelle."
"Cool. French, right?" he nodded, and strummed a chord.
"Yeah, name's French, but I'm German." I sat down next to him, asking with my hands to hold the guitar.
"I'm German, too. You from Germany?"
"Nope." I said. He held the guitar out for me to take, and when I did I started playing „Wilder Wein".
"You know Rammstein?" he asked, slightly surprised.
"Who doesn't?" I rolled my eyes and continued playing. I played the last chord pattern in the song, and during which I said, "Remember what you poor dudes had to wear during this sequence? I laughed my ass off!"
"What do you mean?" he asked, but then he paused to think. "Give me a hint."
"Hint? Think: Live Aus Berlin, 1998, hat."
"Sombrero?"
"Yep."
"Oh good gosh!" he laughed, leaning back and looking at the ceiling. We talked for a while about guitars and music.
A little while later, we were interupted.
"Hey, you're the guitarist of that German punk band right?" somebody came up and asked. He stood taller than Richard.
"Rammstein?"
"Yeah. That's one sucky band, man, you gotta have more woman vocals. That low guy just ain't right for anything." the man picked at his ear.
"Well I'm sorry we didn't please you." Richard said. "We don't make music to please one person, we make it to please the world."
"Yeah yeah. I'm here, so you make something for me. Play somethin' on your girlfriend's guitar."
"She's not my girlfriend." Richard said, offended. He then added, under his breath and barely audible, "Don't even bring up my girlfriend."
"Whatever! Take the damn thing and play! Play somethin' better than the crap you usually play!"
"I can't. The show's starting." Richard got up, and, at full height, only met the man's shoulder. "I have to go. My brother's up there."
"Oooh, the man's a softy! You're not going anywhere until you play something." the man grabbed Richard's shoulder.
Richard shook off the man's hand and made a run for the crowd, hoping to get lost. I saw him run half way to the stage and then crouch behind somebody. I still held the guitar. I looked at it. It was a beautiful black, outlined with pearl. I had no time to oggle. I had to get Richard. I put the guitar down then rammed past the man, diving into the crowd. I found Richard standing behind a security guard much taller than him. The band began to play a Rammstein song, „Sonne" and there was instant moshpit.
"That man's crazy!" I signed to him. The band was playing so loud, he couldn't hear me.
"I know!!" he mouthed back at me. "Get out of sight, he might see you!" he jerked his head toward the moshpit. I looked at him with wide eyes, then shrieking an earsplitting "F**K!!!!" I dove into the mosh pit and started screaming and rocking out to the beat. I kept one eye on Richard and the other on the man chasing him. The man saw me dancing, then scanned the crowd for Richard. He didn't see him, so he ambled up to the bar and after that I lost track of him. I decided to let my guard down and dance. I fought my way to Richard. I tugged at his jacket. He looked over at me.
"Take off your jacket!" I shouted.
"Why?" he shouted back.
"Disguise! The guy won't recognise you without the jacket!"
"No! If anything I'll just go into the mosh! Come with me!" He kept his jacket on and ran into the mosh. He was pushed out of it by the force of everyone pushing, but he dove back in. I lost track of him, but I dove in again anyway. After a while the music stopped, and I was pulled out by somebody who turned out to be a security guard. I managed to get a look around me. There were police and security everywhere.
"RICHARD!" I shouted, looking for him. The guard wouldn't let me go back into the mess, so I kept shouting Richard's name.
After the guards and police had stopped the mosh, I could get a clear view of the fight in the middle. The man who had chased us was having a streetfight with Richard. Richard, being smaller, was losing.
"Stop them!!" I screamed. I reached for my gun, which the guards had missed me take in. I shot a bullet into the man's leg, then hid the gun. The police grabbed him and took him away. Richard had fallen to his knees and was sitting there with a bloody nose. "Let me GO!" I broke free from the guard's grasp and I ran to Richard.
"Damn it! Why'd you have to leave it on?" I asked, hugging him. He tried to laugh, but he was out of breath.
"I actually just put it back on after he was arrested." he said.
"Come on, we have to go." I helped him stand and walk out. It took us a while, as he had been hit on the leg and it was bleeding.
"That bastard had a knife." Richard grumbled once we got outside. "I don't know how the hell he got it in."
"I don't know how the hell I got THIS in..." I said, taking my pistol out again to show him. His eyes widened.
"You're the one who shot him?"
"Hell yeah! I have a tendancy to save people lately."
"That's a good thing."
"We have to get someplace to rest. I'm totally out of it even though it's only a song into the show."
"It's okay...I only came here to meet up with my girlfriend who didn't show."
We stopped at a crosswalk to get to a hotel, and while waiting for the light to turn, I gave him a big hug. He hugged me back, leaning on my shoulder.
"You'll feel better soon. I can help you heal if you can handle having me around for a few days."
He laughed.
"Thank you." he said.


End