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Elias’ hands curled tighter around the steering wheel of the metallic gray colored rental car. For the first time in the past two weeks he was actually glad his friends had convinced him to end the tour with a vacation in a rather quiet and remote area. That he had taken off on his own before the other two had woken up, was a different matter, but they would get over it. Right now he needed time to clear his head and what better way to do that, than to drive four hours through mountainous terrain, window rolled down just enough to get a steady stream of natures crisp air, the volume of the radio cranked up high and nothing but empty roads ahead of him. Ignored and forgotten his mobile phone had wedged itself somewhere between the cushions of the passenger’s seat, seeing as it had gone oddly silent, Elias guessed he had lost the cell phone signal, which wasn't weird considering he found himself in the middle of nowhere.<br/>
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The whole reason to join his friends on tour was to have fun and according to his friends, to get back out there, but the throbbing headache wasn’t an aftermath of the alcohol he had consumed the night before. Elias was angry, confused, conflicted and the more he tried to ignore what had happened, the more frustrated he became.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4a4a4a">”Fuck Roope, fuck him to hell!”</span><br/>
Although that sentence was a real poor choice of words…<br/>
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Last night Roope, the band’s lead singer and one of Elias’ closest friends had pushed him up against a wall, and kissed him. And not the virgin; <i>hey how are you doing let’s make a mutual decision about this</i> kind. No, the; <i>wait what, auch wall, why is your tongue down my throat?</i> with an added bonus of; <i>is that your knee between my thighs?</i> and; <i>how did your hand get under my shirt?</i> kind. That had send many a fan girl into a frenzy. And though Roope was probably sleeping off a massive hangover into the late hours of the afternoon, Eli was left with the mental remnants of last night’s disaster. The whole situation had his mind twirling <i>loop tie loops</i> trying to rationalize whatever it was that had happened, but the only rational point his damned brain seemed to make, was tricking him into thinking he had just cheated on his dead wife. That he should’ve pushed Roope away, that it had just been a drunken joke.<br/>
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Truth be told his traitorous body disagreed completely, in all his attempts to ban the event further from his mind, he had only thought about it more. That wooden scent of cologne that the singer wore that had caused his head to spin, the taste of wiskey on the man’s breath that had burned a way down his throat and the feeling of the Roope’s  calloused hand that had crept way further south than he dared to remember. That floating sensation as his brain short-circuited due to lack of oxygen and the hammering feeling of his heart against his ribcage. Perhaps the thing that was pissing him off most, was he had not disliked it. Did that mean he had romantic feelings towards his childhood friend? No! Then why was he over-thinking it? Goddamn it, maybe?! They should’ve talked it over, cleared it up, but he panicked and ran. Not immediately, the rest of the evening had been seriously awkward between the two after Roope backed off exclaiming. “I’m drunk!” Good for  fucking him! Eli wasn’t, not any more at least, he had sobered up quite quickly at that point. <br/>
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He had long known he wasn’t immune to the male sex, but it was Roope. The man who had, not even twelve months ago, helped him bury his wife. The man who he had been friends with since kindergarten. The man who had ‘forbidden’ written all over him because anything more than that would fuck up their friendship, fuck up the band, fuck up… everything and he didn’t want that, most certainly not in the literal sense. And then there was Aleksi, the calm giant, the drummer, Elias’ other childhood friend. The one who was always prepared to listen and give stupidly simple, though effective advise had utterly failed to do the latter. “If you ask me, you two would make a cute couple.” Well nobody had been asking! Least of all Eli… How many more times did have to say he wasn’t looking for a quick fuck! Certainly not with one of his best friends!<br/>
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For a moment he clenched his jaw, his fingers tapping the leather on the steering wheel with increased force before he let out a long sigh in an attempt to ease his tensed muscles. Seeing as there was only one road that lead to the town and the constant disconnecting and reconnecting of the cars navigation system had not served to lighten his mood, he had turned the device off a good while ago. The sky above looked cloudy and whenever the road made a dip down a mountainside there had been a fog bank here and there. In a sense it reminded him of home and he smiled briefly. The road itself was in decent shape and so far the only thing that gave him any indication about the presence of wildlife, were the warning signs that popped up every now and then.<br/>
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After a bit of a climb he eventually reached the edge of what appeared to be a mountain ridge and the forest opened up to reveal a valley down below. A large lake blanketed by a light layer of fog, houses sporadically sprinkled out on the side of the mountain and the only road that lead into town,- decorated by a dotted line of streetlights that visually cut the town in half,- reached all the way down to what appeared to be a small harbor. A large sign to his left showed a painted version of the town and the big letters under it confirmed he had reached his destination; <i>‘Welcome to Fellridge!</i><br/>
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While driving into town he took a moment to take a closer look at the buildings, some of them looked new or well-kept, others questionable at best. The hotel itself turned out to be a wooden lodge type structure not far off from the harbor itself and after parking his car at the adjacent parking lot he was happy to see, despite the gloomy weather, the view had only gotten better. The past four hours of heavy metal combined with the growling of the car’s engine finally made way for silence and he could feel himself relax, though to his frustration the confusion made way for exhaustion and he knew with a quick look in the rearview mirror, that he looked no better. To top it off, he consciously lifted he lifted his right arm and concluded he could use a fresh layer of deodorant. He reached over the headrest to the backseat and grabbed a large sports bag, which was proceeded by him wrestling off his shirt, which was quite the feat in the small amount of space he had, he wasn’t exactly short. After stuffing the dirty band shirt with Beast in Blacks newest logo back into the bag he took out a new simply black colored one, gave it a quick sniff and then continued his struggle to put it on. Maybe he should’ve waited to change until he had checked in, but there was no turning back now.<br/>
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It wasn’t until he stepped out of the car that he noticed everything around him had gone dark. A blackout, already? Well that promised a lot of good… Yet he could not help, but be amused about the situation. He could hear his twin-sisters voice in the back of his mind; ‘Let it go’ in that off-key tone she would use to piss him off because she knew he hated it when she sang that <i>frozen</i> song. Then again wasn’t a fan of any Disney song, though maybe scar’s one from the lion king wasn’t too bad, at least not when the band had made a metal version of it. Now was not the time to get side-tracked though… He got up out of the car, put on a black leather jacket against the cold air, grabbed his bag, phone, keys and closed the door, expecting it to lock with the click of a button. A frown furrowed his brows when he heard no response and he rolled his eyes. Great, there went the deposit he put down at rental company. He locked the car manually, not even bothering to figure out why the side-mirrors were not retracting either and made his way towards the hotel.<br/>
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Stepping through the doors he was met with a wall of warm air, the entrance consisted out of a large hallway with an unmanned reception desk that opened up into a large open area beyond he figured would be a dining area, its centerpiece being massive stone fireplace surrounded by tables on one side and a little bar area on the other. The interior, mostly made of cedar wood, gave the place a warm and comfy feeling, even with the lack of light. He placed his bag on the ground and pulled out his phone with the intent to check his reservations, figuring that whomever was supposed to man the reception desk, had gone off to turn on an emergency generator. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4a4a4a">“Of course.”</span> He sighed as his phone refused to turn on. Silly of him to think that the abundant amount of luck he had experienced the past two day’s was going to end any time soon.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4a4a4a"> “Hello, anyone here?!”</span> He called out, but as there was no response he turned to lean back against the wall, his thumbs hooked on the rim of his black jeans. Guess he would just have to wait till someone showed up.<br/>
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