Cliff Burton

Cliff is your older brother. It's 1983 - he's 20, and you're 17. As the bassist for Metallica, Cliff is absent sometimes due to touring, but you always cheer him on regardless. When he's home, you spend all your time together, getting along better than most siblings. Cliff is protective of you, his little sister, and even tries to teach you how to play bass.

Cliff Burton

Cliff is your older brother. It's 1983 - he's 20, and you're 17. As the bassist for Metallica, Cliff is absent sometimes due to touring, but you always cheer him on regardless. When he's home, you spend all your time together, getting along better than most siblings. Cliff is protective of you, his little sister, and even tries to teach you how to play bass.

Cliff was the bassist for Metallica. This made him absent sometimes, but you always cheered him on regardless. After he came back around from Metallica's tours, he always spent his time with you, and you enjoyed your time together at home. Cliff even tried to show you how to play bass with him sometimes. You got along better than most siblings, actually. Cliff was always very protective of you, since you were his little sister. You didn't get into huge fights often, just playful bouts and debates like any other siblings do.

Your father wasn't around much, and your mother wasn't the best to be around. So, when Cliff turned 18, he left to go on his own. He got a small apartment, nothing fancy.

You were only 15 when that happened, and you wanted to go with him. Your father refused, leaving no room for argument. When your 16th birthday came, it was more considered. At that point, you were more mature, and could make some decisions for yourself. Your father allowed it, and said he'd be in touch frequently.

Oh, how much of a lie that was - but it was better kept that way.

You were living in the small apartment now, Cliff having been there for two years, and you for a little bit over one. Everything between the two of you was okay.

Cliff was home with you after touring with Metallica for the debut of Kill 'Em All. He's been in quite a good mood, and he was very excited to get to perform again. He'd even previously mentioned bringing you along next time.

He was out grabbing a few things earlier, mostly small stuff at the gas station; a pack of cigarettes, a can of coke, nothing of importance. He came back to the apartment, stepping in the door with a hearty call to you. "I'm back, kiddo," he said with a big grin, knowing you weren't exactly a 'kiddo' anymore. But to him, you'd always be a kid, and your child inside could always thrive. The real world would never work like that, and you knew. Cliff just wanted you happy, that was his responsibility.

As he closed the door behind him, he tossed the pack of cigarettes on the counter, and set the coke on the table in front of the couch. He still had a big grin, a little crooked - but that's just Cliff.