A/N: I would like to stress that I am not back. I needed a way to vent anger and this little story came out of it. At first I wasn't even going to post it (because of it's short length and odd ending), but I thought you guys might enjoy it.

Cheers,

rareID

PS. Major gore warning.

A twisted smirk nearly breaks Anna's face in half and a dark glimmer sparks in her eyes.

"Really?" She drawls, running her tongue over her row of perfect teeth. "And here I thought you were finally starting to understand your . . . predicament."

The man tied to the chair in front of her—with most of his teeth ripped out, one ear sawed off, one forearm carved open with the skin pinned to the armrest – exposing the muscle and bone, all his toenails scattered in bloody splatters on the floor, and so much more—sobs uncontrollably. Anna's lips curl at the sight.

"Jesus, get a grip on yourself." She scolds.

"It's no use." Elsa's voice says, coming over the PA system. Anna smirks. Of course her superior had been watching. When had she not? They have the same tastes.

"Does that mean what I think it means?" Anna asks, the flame of dark passion lighting anew in her eyes.

"If you're thinking that his body is of more use than his knowledge than yes. Do whatever you wish to his body, but make sure he's alive when we stake what's left of him in his home town. I think that it'd be a little more demoralizing if the residences can hear his moans of pain."

A vicious smirk slides over Anna's lips, her face takes a predatory edge and her eyes gleam with excitement. "Aye aye, boss."

A slow smirk spreads over Elsa's lips as she watches Anna howl in amusement and the man howl in anguish on one of the monitors in her office. "As lively as always, I see." She says, watching Anna's movements with a keen eye and a sick fascination.

When Elsa had first found the girl three years ago, she had no idea that she had found a gem. All she knew was that the girl was crouching in a pool of blood, stabbing a long dead enemy soldier in the chest over, and over, and over again. On examination of the house, Elsa and her team found that three civilians, presumably the girl's family, had been gunned down. It left no questions to whom the killer of the soldiers were, but the girl was weeping and shaking like a leaf, even as she brought the blade down repeatedly.

Elsa admired the girl's will, if nothing else, and brought her back to her temporary base for some wack-job humanitarian to come take the girl and relocate her. During that waiting period, no more than three days, Elsa found her team prying the girl—who was laughing like a manic—off a mutilated enemy soldier.

'He told me everything!' Anna had cried, her head thrown back in laughter even as Elsa's soldiers restrained her. 'He told me everything as if would save his filthy life!'

After the girl had been locked up, Elsa watched the video footage and found that Anna had indeed gotten all the answers her team had wanted, along with information Elsa didn't even know the man was privileged to. She watched it a second time for Anna's technique, and though it was virtually nonexistent, Elsa noticed how the girl never stopped enjoying herself. That sadistic smirk was enough to stake claim on the girl, push through the papers of her enrolment and place her on Elsa's elite team of psychopaths.

A knock sounds on her door.

"What is it?" She calls, never taking her eyes off the monitor relaying all of Anna's blood-spattered glory.

"We've received orders from the top brass, Colonel."

Humming in thought, Elsa spins her chair around to face the door. "Come in."

The door opens and in comes Sergeant Kristoff – a newbie to the unit who was sent for interrogation cases that need a more soft, delicate touch. Elsa would have instantly transferred the innocent little lamb if his gentle understanding didn't work so damn well on tortured prisoners.

Kristoff opens his mouth to relay the message when a scream, followed by Anna's hysterical laughter, draws his eyes to the screens. He pales instantly. Oh, what a sweet, innocent little thing he is.

Too bad Elsa hates innocent things.

She taps her foot impatiently.

"Pretend I'm slacking on the job and watching a low resolution horror film. Now spit it out – what are our orders?"

Swallowing thickly, Kristoff tears his eyes away from the monitors and carefully trains his eyes at Elsa's hairline.

"We've been ordered to take out a small forward recon team. Apparently the main force is headed the same way and they want us to make a . . . display, for them to wade through. They suggested that a couple live ones might sweeten the allure of the spectacle."

A slow, crooked smile twitches at Elsa's lips.

"Really?" She asks, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Will the amount of people on the recon team make it a entrée or a small massacre?"

Kristoff shifts uncomfortably. "The recon team's number about ten soldiers to twenty soldiers, spread over a little under two-hundred fifty meters."

"So you mean they're small and stupid." Elsa interprets, her amusement falling away. "Fuck. They could at least try to make it challenging for us." She cackles. "Then again, their formation is probably to combat regular forces, not criminally insane lunatics." Kristoff gives her a look. Elsa raises an eyebrow. "What? You didn't think my team and I are consciously aware of how fucked up we are? Did you think only 'normal people' like you were able to spot the missing bolts of your peers?"

Kristoff flushes in both embarrassment and fear. "No, Ma'am – I didn't—"

"I torture and maim for a living, Sergeant; and, since I grew up in times of peace, I can tell the difference." A wicked smirk twists her features. "It's just a matter of not actually caring that the moral part of you is broken." Her humour falls in favour of a dark, glowering mask. "But don't go thinking you're any better than us because, if anything, you are so much worse. You have all your morals intact yet still you continue to be a vital part of our operations.

"Your sense of morality is always begging you to make the right choice, yet you always choose the one that brings vial despair because of your fear of meeting the same fate. We commit war crimes every day, Mr. Bjorgman, and at the end of this war we're going to met our fates whether you're a good person at heart or no; because good people who willingly to bad things are just as evil as heartless scum like me." Elsa takes a moment for her words to seep in. "You're dismissed."

Kristoff's face twists in pain, but he silently salutes and leaves the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. Elsa stares at the door for a long couple of seconds, the silence only disturbed by Anna's 'fun' filtering over the speakers.

Maybe Elsa should transfer the man, after all. What's the point in everyone taking the fall once everything is said and done?

A slow smirk graces her features as she swivels her chair back to face the monitors.

Then again, why the hell not?

A/N: I probably will add another random piece or two to this, mainly because I need a 'fuck you people' venting place. I predict I'll give 2-3 more updates TOPS, and then I'm going to disappear again. So, enjoy it while it lasts, I guess? (If you enjoy this type of thing, at any rate)

Updates will be irregular.