Well here's chapter 7, and its quiet offensive towards the ending.
I hope you don't hate me. I was just tired of those happy people who hand out fliers and then confront me then tell me about 'being saved', 'satanism', and 'baptism' like they think it's the answer to everything (Well to me it's not, sorry, it's just true to my points of view). So it fueled my fire. I'm not against or for anything except for blue coconut slush.
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WARNING: TORTURE, AND OFFENDING MATERIAL. (Don't say I didn't warn you, And ALSO DON'T get mad please).
Chapter 7: The Beauty of Death We all Adore
The world was now nothing. It was painted in blood. It was like nuclear war has been a complete success.
'Last cigarette?'
'Da'
'It looks nice.'
The planet was now painted blood, it was clear that there was no sanctuary. One man wants something, but another doesn't, then world goes to war, and when is all over the population commits suicide.
'Da, it's beautiful'
It was another sleepless night in the Charredville factory for Ivan after all the dreams he had about Matthew. The Russian decided to rotate with Alfred who was night watch.
Ivan sat at the bottom of the steps, rusted pipe in hand, at remembering the fall nights. Clear, cold, and stars out. Now it was grey, freezing, and life threating.
It's so quiet. Strangely too quiet. Where is the horrendous screeching? The ravenous animals? Something is not right. Maybe I sho-
"IVAN!"
Matthew's cry for help voice awoke everyone. lvan shot up from his post and dashed up the stairs to check on Matthew. "MATVEY?"
The ruckus was four men all dress in black stealing supplies and kidnapping Felincia, Lovina, and Matthew. Ivan put up an easily won fight from a skiing-masked scrawny man.
"MATVEY? Where are you?"
"WHAT THE FUCK! WHERE DID THEY COME FROM?" The albino struggled with a man in a Frankenstein mask.
"I thought you were keeping watch Ivan." Ludwig attempted to save Felincia but was bashed with a club.
"SAVE ME TOMATO BASTARD!" Lovina was thrashing about and cussing, trying to get the unknown man to let her go.
"OH LOVI!" Antonio managed to tackle the man who had Lovina. "I got you!"
"THE HERO IS HER-!" Alfred stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted a man made a fatal exit out of the window with a squirming Matthew. "MATTHEW!"
Ivan shoved the man over and was the first to dive through the window. Somehow he was able to leave to the 3rd floor jump and grab the man who had Matthew without a scratch. It was no struggle with the stranger since there was no assault with a weapon or anything.
"Yo! Russian dude, we caught the villians!" Alfred yelled out the window to Ivan. "IS MATTIE OKAY?"
Ivan easily knocked the man out. Matthew hooked onto the Russian, scared and weeping.
"Oh god! Ivan! Please don't go anywhere just stay with me!"
"I won't Мой подсолнечника" Ivan felt like he melted by the fragile Canadian's words. He wants me to stay with him. I'm glad my Matvey is alright. Lifting Matthew bridal style with one arm and dragged the unconscious man with the other Ivan met up half way with Alfred who had a worried looked in his eyes, but pissed off clenching of fists.
"GIVE ME THAT SADISTIC ASSHOLE, I'LL KILL HIM FOR TAKING MATTHEW"
"Alfred relax, Matvey is fine." Like a child Matthew leaped into his older brother's arms.
"ALFIE!"
"No worries bro, the hero is here!"
"I'll take care of these men." With that Alfred took the whimpering Canadian back to the building's entrance as Ludwig, Gilbert and Antonio each dragged the criminals toward Ivan.
"Everyone is okay, da?"
"Ja" Both German brothers answered with a nod. Antonio seized the masks to reveal men who were at least fifteen years older than the group of teens.
"I like it when you wheeze in agony." He yanked on the rope. "It's comfortable, da?"
The stranger was a bald man along with three other's gasping for air, who all started kicking. Ivan just chuckled. Matthew covered his eyes.
"Oh please Ivan, stop." Matthew whimpered at the sight of these men's style of execution.
Ivan knew that Matthew was a pacifist but it didn't bother him. Anything to protect him from the likes of scum like these. Anything for my sunflower. Anything to prove that Matvey is mine. Ivan couldn't help but think of many ways, to torture these so called parasites. One way was the extraction of teeth and nails, another was with burning gallows and a noose. So many options, da.
"Nyet. Please Matvey, go and wait with the others if you wish not to watch."
"Mattie, just go and wait with Antonio and the girls, please bro." Alfred placed a firm grip on Matthew's shoulder hoping he would listen.
"Okay." A whisper escaped the tiny blonde's lips.
"Don't worry! The hero will avenge you and the twins!" The 'Hero' patted Matthew's head sending him on his way back to their temporary home.
"So vat do we do with them?"
"I know an awesome way! First we make them cry, and then make them walk back to where ever they came from, NAKED! Kesesese~"
"No way, I think we should go with my idea! It involves a cape"
Ludwig and Ivan almost face palmed at both Gilbert's and Alfred's ideas.
"Okay, that's enough brainstorming. Since these men attempted to take our friends, and do who knows what with them, I think torture, da?" Ivan smiled down at the men, who were frightened by the teen's intense aura.
"Why do I find you so scary right now?" Alfred saw the twisted smile Ivan plastered.
"I guess that vill do." Ludwig crossed his arms and nodded, looking at Gilbert and Alfred.
"It's not as awesome as my plan but it will do."
"Okay, so who is doing the tormenting?" The blonde German slick his messy hair back.
"I would like to speak to this man by myself. Both you will attend the other pieces of scum" Ivan yanked the roped that was knotted around the bald man's neck, causing him to gasp even more. "Maybe I'll let this parasite suffer only a little."
It was obvious Ivan was lying about letting the man suffer only a little, but it was to avenge Matthew, and to cause extreme fear in anyone who dared to harm his Matthew.
"Have fun." Gilbert crossed his arms smiling down at the bald man.
The bald man was the one who attempted to take Matthew earlier, and Ivan knew he had to perish for his attempt. He had to let the man know that no one would take Matthew, by doing such horrific things. It made Ivan smile with joy to what he would do to the man.
Dragging the man away by the rope, Ivan hummed a little tune. The tune would send chills down anyone's spine. After a short distance, Ivan made it to a rusted post behind a shack. He wrapped the rope tightly around post making it also grasp around the man's neck a several times, until his back was aching against the tarnished metal.
"P-please, young man, d-don't d-do th-this, I-I have th-ree kids a-a-and a w-wife." The man tried pleading, but Ivan was not buying the lies. Ivan did not care if he had a name, a family, or anything, he just wanted him dead.
"You tried to take my Matvey away, and you will wither till you're nothing but sludge."
The man trembled in so much fear; all he wanted to do was beg for life. The aura coming off Ivan was so petrifying; it would make a human of barely thirty to have a heart attack.
Ivan told the man to stay there and don't move or he'll pray for death. The silver headed boy took off to a nearby fence and wrenched off the wiring. "This'll do."
Returning with what seems like barbwire Ivan smiled merrily. The Russian began to hum his creepy tune and wrapping the man with the barbwire. Ivan spotted a rather large cross tattooed on the man's torso. "So you believe'n god, da? Well comrade, I hate to break this to you, but there is no such thing."
The man spit in Ivan's face, but missed. "Yes I do boy, and you will suffer god's wrath."
"Pray for life, wish for death, da?"
The pricks from the barbwire dug deeper into the man's skin as Ivan used his inhuman strength to tighten his hold. There was still some length left. With the merciless strength Ivan had, he ripped apart the wire, and formed the unused end into a ball. He stuffed it into the man's mouth. "Tastes good, da?"
Blood poured out of the man's mouth; he was trying to force it out, but is made everything worse. Trying to scream out in pain, the blood gurgled into suds.
"Messy bald man are you?" Ivan smiled wider. He deserved this.
"I've seen the way of God you parasite." Ivan pulled on the barb-wire to earn a groan. "Oppression, propaganda, Imbecility, it's all just shit impatiently waiting to rot." The dark aura frenzied like he was *Skeleton Christ himself as he pulled tighter. "*Religion is hate." He growled heaving tighter. "*Religion is fear" the barb-wire held strong as he pulled tighter. "*Religion is war." The man's eye balls slowly gushed out of the sockets. "*Religion is rape." Tighter, the man groans grew ten times louder. "*Religion is obscene." Tighter, the barb-wire made its way through the man's flesh breaking through his bones like *crushing crackers. Slowly the organs in the man shredded with the prickly edges, it all turned to mush. The smile never left Ivan's face as he looked upon his 'work of art', obviously he was proud of what he did to the man. "*In god I trust, da."
Wiping the blood off his face, Ivan turned around and made his way back to the others. "Hm, I wonder what the others did to the rats?"
OMG RUSSIA! There's the possessive-psychopath we all know and luv!
I'm very much sorry if you're offended by the not believing god stuff, so please don't nag me about it or cuss me out. ITS JUST A STORY! So suck it up and hate me for all I care. I'm not a Satanist or anything like that. I'm an atheist.
Musical Influences: SLAYER, CANNABLE CORPSE, SIX FEET UNDER. And Torture Killer's album cover 'SWARM!' (Don't hate them either.)
Movie Influenced: CANNABLE HOLOCAUST, HOUSE BY THE CEMETERY, and ARMY OF DARKNESS. (They're just movies!)
Translations:
(Russian) Мой подсолнечника- My sunflower
The (*) stuff:
'Religion is' part- Well those are lyrics that are owned by Slayer, from the song CULT. If you're offended by these and wondering why a GIRL listens to this so called 'crap' then don't bother with me AT ALL. If you don't mind or not offended, thanks!
Crushing crackers- I was eating crackers.
Skeleton Christ- it's obvious who it is. Angel of Death, the Grim Reaper, or Death.
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Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia, or slayer lyrics. Again I am sorry for the anti-god stuff.
