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Before, Everything.

Characters: Eric Carr, Death, Gene (mentioned).

Setting: 1991 (Remember the year...)

Summary: ‘’It’s almost time, Young man.’’

‘’I know.’’

‘’Are you scared?’’ Death questioned, looking down at the deathly ill man with those hollow sockets of there’s as the ekg monitor beeps loudly yet slowly. Giving the room a calming ambience, the dim light glowing on them both while the sky is full of nothing but darkness as well the clocks aren’t ticking like they used to when the reaper usually visits in times like this.

In times like what?

Times like now, as Eric breathes as slowly as possible. His eyes half lidded, his hair practically gone at this point to the side effects of chemotherapy, his body is nothing but skin and bones along with dull eyes that used to be brightened with enthusiasm, joy, excitement, and life now are full with…

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⚠️Warnings: Character death, cancer mentioned, hospitals, Full on angst, hurt no comfort, shape shifting, ask to tag.

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‘’It’s almost time, Young man.’’

‘’I know.’’

‘’Are you scared?’’ Death questioned, looking down at the deathly ill man with those hollow sockets of there’s as the ekg monitor beeps loudly yet slowly. Giving the room a calming ambience, the dim light glowing on them both while the sky is full of nothing but darkness as well the clocks aren’t ticking like they used to when the reaper usually visits in times like this.

In times like what?

Times like now, as Eric breathes as slowly as possible. His eyes half lidded, his hair practically gone at this point to the side effects of chemotherapy, his body is nothing but skin and bones along with dull eyes that used to be brightened with enthusiasm, joy, excitement, and life now are full with…near death.

Looking directly up at the ceiling, he takes a deep breath.

It hurts but he takes it, calming himself or making sure he’s still breathing.

‘’Young Man.’’ Death said, staring down at Eric then the outside that was full of darkness that would consume Eric in mere minutes or hours like the cancer was doing to Eric except it was consuming him from the inside thus spreading everywhere despite the treatments throughout the months and the miracles that were hoped now turned into…

A lie.

A lie that shouldn’t ever happened to him in the first place that hit him hard and fast but that's how life is right? Fast and hard? The past is now, the present is tomorrow, the future….

Uncertain?

Uncertain due to choices people have made or done in order to get through the day in order to function as life goes on for them in ways they expect or can’t expect as sometimes things come up like marriage, getting into there dream school, becoming famous, or whatever they done they warranted for the things that gotten them there begin with the goods there’s been some bad as well but for him…for…

Eric.

This was different.

He’s in a band, he’s the drummer, he’s the fox in kiss.

Well, he used to be.

As his breathing becomes much more slower and the beeps as well, he’s…

Just a man, who wished things were different. Wished the cancer was gone, wished he could play the drums, be with friends and family hell, even start a family of his own with his girlfriend and maybe just maybe become a father like he always wanted to….

But hey, that’s life.

It doesn’t go like how you want it to go, like Eric doesn’t want to but the pain is becoming unbearable everyday, every second he moves to get up, to eat, to do the things he loved all he his life but now he couldn’t.

Not anymore.

The light gets dimmer, fog starts to cloud his eyes, heart beating weakly in his chest as he takes a breath again, he coughs a little. The room is silent except for his coughs, the beeps and the fan that was providing him some comfort at least but that was the only comfort he had these days.

The fan being on all the time with its noise, no one else except for doctors, nurses and occasionally his girlfriend, sometimes the band but they weren’t there that much due to their lives going off in their own way but…

Hey that’s just life, things change.

Yet, he wished Gene was here with him most of all.

He hadn’t seen him in a while or a long time, he missed him dearly, miss….

The demon, his friend.

‘’You know, it won’t hurt right?’’ Death gravely whispered, watching the monitors. Knowing the time is coming, knowing how this man’s life will end with just a simple touch of his skeletal hand or scythe, the fox will be no more than just a soul to bring to heaven. Giving him eternal peace instead of pain that was coursing through his body. Taking away the one thing that landed him here in the first place in exchange for his…

Soul.

Eric turned, it hurt. Looking at the one who’ll take him soon, a few follicles of hair fell. Some of them getting in his mouth, on his chest and on the floor as the lights gets more dimmer and the atmosphere more hazy. He took another breath, before speaking weakly.

‘’I..know..it won’t hurt but…’’ He murmured, swallowing gently. Trying to hold eye contact with death as everything starts to become more harder to talk, hear or to breathe. Tears peaked out from his eyes, his hands shook as he wiped them as they trembled. ‘’But…’’

‘’But, what.’’

‘’I’m not ready to go.’’ Eric uttered, voice of sadness pierced through Death. One sentence death knew all too well throughout the decades he had brought people peace or eternal damnation, bringing them to heaven nor hell or very rarely…

Purgatory.

Death sighed.

‘’Why aren’t you ready to go?’’ Death questioned, curious. Wanting to hear why Eric doesn’t want to go already despite the pain, he heard different reasons throughout his lifetimes each with good or bad or sometimes questionable but he come to understand that even life is questionable like people at times which fascinated him to a degree. ‘’Why aren’t you ready to move on, Young one?’

Silence fills the room, it’s getting hard to think.

The air is getting thin, hazy, harder to breathe.

Dimmer, harder to see.

Can’t hear the fan that much anymore, is it…

Still spinning, Eric thought.

He turned his head, staring through the window. Watching the dark skies, the cites being lit one by one with colorful bright lights that reminded him of his time on this world, in this life, in this day and age as it starts to snow.

Bringing some other form of comfort, as he…

Was reminded of Gene.

His eyes narrowed, as he stared.

His vision darkened each minute, as the skies were.

Gene…where was he?

He thought, blinking twice.

Not noticing, death has changed spots.

Standing near the window, looking out.

‘’Gene….’’ He mumbled, tiredly.

‘’It’s time.’’ Death proclaimed. Watching the lights go black, feeling the heart of the fox beat slow as a snail, the eyes of the fox becoming more colorless as the skin becomes paler, the breathing more shattered and painful to hear as the fox lays on his deathbed as death walks slowly to him, looking at him with emotions he knew all too well.

Death uncovered his hand, as he stood.

Watching this man vitals go down like cattle, the life draining from his eyes as Eric…

Reaches out his hand, crying out…

‘’Gene…’’

As Death decided to gently grab, intertwining his hands with his.

Morphing into the man himself to give the Fox something to see when his heart doesn’t beat no more.

‘’I’m Here.’’ Death proclaimed, holding Eric’s hand. Squeezing it, lightly.

‘’I’ve always been here.’’

‘’You…have?’’ Eric said, weakly.

Squeezing the hand, as well.

‘’Yes, Eric.’’

‘’How….long?’’

‘’Since, this morning.’’

‘’This…morning…?’’

‘’Yeah, this morning. I came here to visit you, to see how the foxman is doing and it seems that you were doing well for the first time, not well or great but well in my eyes.’’ Death said, smiling. ‘’And i was wondering….’’

His eyes glowed, smoothing out Eric’s knuckles.

‘’Did you sleep, well?’’

Eric took a breath.

‘’Did you get enough sleep?’’

Another breath.

‘’Any good dreams?’’

A beep, another breath.

‘’Anything good in the end, that you’ve wanted to dream of?’’ Death softly said, as Eric looked up at the ceiling fan. Watching the fan spin again as he tried to think but it was hard to think now as he said….

‘’No…’’

‘’What do you want to dream of? To see, feel or hear?’’ Death asked, feeling Eric’s hand starting to limp.

‘’What do i want to dream of…?’’

‘’Yes, Eric. What do you want to see forever for eternity?’’

Death asked, for the final time as silence fills the room. As the city becomes coated in snow, getting more light out, the monitor beeps for a final time while the clock starts ticking as Eric closes his eyes as he says as his….

Heart beats one final time.

He says…

‘’I want to dream of….’’

‘’Of…..’’’

‘’The life i’ve had…before…’'

‘’Before….’’

‘’I…’’

‘’Got…’’

Another breath, the final one.

‘’Sick.’’

He breathed, as Death held his hand while Eric….

Passed on, into the afterlife.

Peacefully, Forever.

With the dreams of the life he had before….

Everything.

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1. Either Japanese Cherry Blossom or Pink Strawberries

2. Blue

3. Any glam metal/hair metal/80s rock and roll band

4. Berry Red

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I swear this man will be the death of me

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Angus Young. Ink on paper, digital colour.

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I’ve seen way too many people bashing on the 80s. So I’m here to bash em’ right back 💅

The unmasked era ✨fucks✨

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My Favourite Things

(with apologies to The Sound Of Music)

Drums and Guitars

And whiskers on kittens

Brown eyes and chest hair

One look makes me smitten

When his shirt is so torn

It's held up with string

These are a few of my favourite things

White coloured make-up

And starry eyed cuties

Then when it comes off

Those men are all beauties

And then there is Gene

With awesome bat wings

These are a few of my favourite things

Men wearing dresses

And seven inch heels

These guys are so hot

They give me the feels

And don't forget the music

They really can sing

These are a few of my favourite things

When my life sucks

When I'm having the bad luck

When I'm feeling sad

I simply remember my favourite men

And then I don't feel so bad!

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1990

How beautiful they all are. I can't live a day without them.

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April 29, 1974

On this day 50 years ago KISS film their appearance for the Mike Douglas show which would air in syndication on May 21, 1974. Dr. Joyce Brothers also appeared on the show and of course so did Totie Fields. KISS performed “Firehouse” and Gene Simmons was interviewed “in character”, which was a little bizarre.

What do you think of the interview segment?

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Bruce loves crows too!

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Well I for one think that fat Miku looks very nice

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