Chapter 20
(Ok. Time for 20. Lots of action so be prepared. There are going to be some very graphic scenes that include gore and very possibly rape scenes. If you don't want to read that then I have let you know when those intense scenes start and end. Just scroll passed them. Remember to read and review.)
The black hawks landed inside an enormous hanger inside The Independence, the flagship of the PFE's navy. The soldiers that were guarding everyone, got off and took them all to a holding cell. Since there was half the group in one cell and the other half in another, thing got a little cramped and tensions started to rise.
"So, where is this prison anyway?" asked Kyle.
"On a place called terra Mojave. It's very diseased, crawling with every virus known to Atmos." shouted Stork. Johnathon twitched a few times before running to the cell door.
"Okay, I've learned my lesson. Can you guys let me out now?" asked Johnathon to a nearby guard.
"No." said the marine sitting in a chair watching the entertainment.
"Well, then can I at least get a cell that's, you know," said Johnathon raising one of his hands and pointing at Stork with the other, "not with that guy?" Stork glared at Johnathon and rolled his eyes. The marine silently laughed to himself.
"No" he said.
"Dammit." said Johnathon lowering his head.
"Aw, come on Johnathon. It's not that bad. Most of the diseases that Stork goes on about usually aren't even real. He's just afraid of a lot of little things that's all." said Junko.
"Like what?" asked Johnathon.
"Mind worms." said Piper.
"Fevers." said Finn.
"Frost bite." said Aerrow.
"And occasionally, the random spider." said Junko. Johnathon turned to Stork.
"Really?" asked Johnathon.
"Yeah. And prisoners from a foreign planet probably have much worse. Especially on Terra Mojave." said Stork, going into the fetal position. Johnathon smacked himself on the forehead.
"Okay then. Note to self, watch out for stork in prison. Moving on." said Johnathon. He looked towards the marine who was laughing. Johnathon glared at him. "You look like you having far too much fun with this. Dad, how long till we get to Terra Mojave."
"One hour." said Porter Senior.
"Okay then." said Johnathon to the Marine. "For the hour you're my bitch. Please excuse the language Piper." said Johnathon. The Marine just rolled his eyes and continued to laugh. Johnathon smiled and squinted. "Are we there yet?" The marine shook his head. Johnathon waited a few more minutes, and then he stared in again. "Are we there yet?" asked Johnathon. The marine shook his head again. "How bout now? Are we there now?" asked Kyle from the other marine was starting to get annoyed.
"No, now shut up. I don't take shit from filthy scumbag teenagers like you." he said.
"Well, are we there now?" asked Makarov.
"No, now shut up." said the marine.
"But you said you don't take shit from filthy scumbag teenagers. You never said anything about filthy scumbag adults." said Porter Senior.
"I told you to shut up." said the marine. Finn walked up and stood nest to Johnathon.
"Dude, are we there now?" asked Finn. Him and Johnathon were giggling and high fiving each other.
"Goddammit, I will get them to turn this ship around if you keep asking that goddamn question." said the marine. Everyone looked at each other, and started to nod and voice their agreement. "Okay," said the marine, getting up and walking over to a phone mounted on the wall, "if it's what you want." He started to dial the number for the bridge, and then abruptly hung up the phone. "WAIT A MINUTE!" he shouted. "I'M NOT THAT STUPID!"
"Aaawww." said everyone, dropping their heads.
One hour later when the Independence finally landed on Terra Mojave, everyone was marched out to an infantry vehicle that took them directly to the prison. There were two guards, both wearing world war 2 Nazi SS uniforms. Johnathon, Kyle, Shana, Porter Senior and the Makarovs froze briefly and got on the truck. The Storm Hawks got in the truck without so much as a twitch, probably because they weren't properly educated on world war 2 era soldiers and how much atrocities that the Nazis had committed in that period of time, or the fact that the red army had extinguished the last reminence of them had been wiped from the face of the earth. Or, so it was thought, until today. The truck started and kicked into gear. The road to the prison was unexpectedly bumpy. everyone was being jostled around in the back. After fifteen minutes, the truck pulled into a looming building with an enormous doorway, with thick looking steel doors. The truck then drove through another pair of thick doors, and into a prison the doors were shut, a large pillar came down and rested on two hooks, not letting the doors open again.
"Get out!" shouted one of the Nazis. Everyone got out and made a line facing away form the doors. A tall man came out of a nearby tower and proceeded to walk down the line.
"Welcome to Alcatraz. First and foremost, I would like to introduce myself. I am Dimitri Smerdyakov. You may simply call me Warden or Warden Smeryakov." said Dimitri.
"Smeared my what?" asked Johnathon, giggling to himself. Dimitri looked over to the guards standing in the row and nodded. One of the bigger guards came up behind Johnathon and put him in a full nelson, while the other took out a pair of brass knuckles and slipped them on his fingers. Once they were on, good and tight, the Nazi punched Johnathon in the stomach a few times. Once Dimitri held up his hand, the guards stopped and threw Johnathon to the ground. Dimitri walked over to Johnathon and hauled him to his feet.
"Do you think that you are funny? Do you think that you are strong because of your courage to speak out of turn?" said Dimitri, holding Johnathon by the collar of his robes.
"Yeah I do actually." said Johnathon.
"Well, then. Consider this a joke from me." said Dimitri, spitting in Johnathon's face. He then kneed Johnathon in the stomach and let him fall to the ground. Porter Senior grabbed one of Dimitri's shoulders, turned him around and punched him across the face, making Dimitri spin in the air a couple of times and then hit the ground with an excruciating force. While the Nazis held back Porter Senior, Johnathon got up, ran at Dimitri, and kicked him in the stomach. Two more Nazis came out of nowhere and restrained Johnathon as well. Dimitri staggered to his feet. "OH, you two will do just fine in here." said Dimitri. He then looked at Porter Senior and Makarov. "Hey, I recognize you two. The both of you were in here last time with that whole assassination gone wrong. Wow, and you're both back here one year later. Hopefully the training program will work for the both of you this time."
"Training program?" asked Kyle.
"Yes, you'll notice that this prison is unlike most others. Here, convicts will be turned into soldiers so that the PFE may use you in combat." said Dimitri.
"So, zis is bootcamp?" asked Shana.
"No, this is where you learn how to fight and kill enemies. Once we have deemed you satisfactory, then we send you to bootcamp." said Dimitri. "You'll be allowed to keep whatever cloths and weapons that you have on you, but we will also provide you convicts with cloths as well. Okay, if you'll all please follow me for the delousing." said Dimitri wiping blood from his lip.
"What's delousing?" whispered Aerrow to Johnathon.
"It's where they strip you down and spray you with a powder that keeps the lice away." said Johnathon.
"Oh dear." said Aerrow.
(Here's where it get's slightly m rated.)
Everyone lined up in a tiled room with showers everywhere.
"Okay, strip down please. You can stay in your underware until you get in there." said Dimitri. Everyone did as they were told. "You first." said Dimitri, pointing at Johnathon.
"Great." said Johnathon. He walked up to the door and walked in side. The rest of the group hear an unexpected shout. Johnathon then walked out, wet and shivering, with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Water. Cold." said Johnathon. Piper was the next up. Just before the door closed, Johnathon saw the Nazi guard holding the delousing powder stared at Piper and practically drooled. Johnathon squinted and turned away as Piper stripped down to nothing. Piper had the same shout of unexpectedness as Johnathon. Piper walked out with a towel just around her chest, and was shivering just as bad as Johnathon.
Aerrow was next to go up. Then Kyle, Makarov, Desmond, Fagan, Finn, Shana, Jessica, Junko, Stork, Radar, and Porter Senior.
"Okay, now you'll each be given a guide to you cells. Pick your cell mates wisely." said Dimitri. Johnathon and Piper paired up. As did Aerrow,Jessica, and radar. Finn paired up with Junko. Desmond with stork. Kyle with Shana. Makarov with Porter Senior. Fagan was all by himself. Each group of two was given a guide. Johnathon and Piper were given the man that was drooling over Piper earlier. He guided the two to a cell on the fourth story of one of the extremely high walls. He took out a key card and swiped it on a nearby lock, and opened the door. What Piper and Johnathon walked into was not quite what they expected for a jail cell. What they saw as their cell, was a hotel sweet with an extravagant living room, bathrooms, and beds. Piper and Johnathon walked in. As Piper walked into the "cell", the Nazi guard pulled her and pinned her to a wall, and ripped off the towel. Johnathon dropped his things, and put on one of the hidden blades. The guard picked up a bronze statue on a table near a door an hit Johnathon across the head with it. Johnathon dropped to the floor and got back up and charged him again, only to be met with the same blow across the head. As the room started to get blurry, Johnathon got up again, and was knocked back to the ground again. Johnathon watched as Piper was slapped and carried , quite unwillingly, to the nearest bed.
After about an hour, Johnathon began to stir. He found his blood on the floor and on his head. He slowly got to his hands and knees and looked around the room. It was mostly kept together. He looked to the bed and saw, what looked like Piper's lifeless form lying with her legs spread apart. Johnathon got up and ran to her. He dropped to his knees and covered Piper with the sheets. He then buried his head in the mattress and sobbed. Once he came up for air, he put his hand to Piper's neck to check her pulse. Just as he could feel a healthy pulse, Piper's fist came up and smashed the right side of Johnathon's face. Johnathon fell to the ground, the room once again going blurry. Piper looked to see the kind of damage she caused.
"Oh my god Johnathon. I'm so sorry. I thought you were...him." said Piper. Going down and sitting next to Johnathon. He raised his hand to tell her to give him a minute.
"It's okay. Did you get a good look at him?" asked Johnathon.
"Yeah." said Piper. She started to sobb.
"Piper. What did he do to you?" asked Johnathon.
"Johnathon, you already know the answer to that question. What the fuck do you think he did to me!" said Piper, in between sobs. Johnathon took her in his arms.
"Okay, lets get dressed and then go to the hospital wing." said Johnathon.
"That's not one of your best plans. Besides, why do I need to go?" asked Piper.
"Because, you, need to get tested, for certain diseases." said Johnathon, grabbing his robes, and walking towards the Johnathon came back out he saw that Piper was still in distress on the floor. He walked over to her and sat next to her, and pulled her into a hug. She cried and cried, not wanting to move.
"Piper, we have to get some medical attention. If you get up, get dressed and go there with me now, I'll concentrate all of my efforts on finding the Nazi that did this to you." said Johnathon. As if I wasn't going to do that anyway. he thought. Piper nodded and got up and got dressed. She grabbed Johnathon's arm and started to head to the hospital wing. When they got there, the found a doctor standing over Jessica and Aerrow.
"Aerrow, what happened?" asked Johnathon.
"He hit me with something heavy. I think he raped your cousin." said Aerrow, kind of slurring his words. "What happened to you guys?" asked Aerrow. Piper and Johnathon looked at each other.
"Same thing." said Piper.
"Vell zen. Vhy don't you bos just lie down on ze cots, und I vill get to ze bos of you shortly." said the Doctor. He had white skin, brown hair, and brown eyes, and a sadistic smile. He wore a white lab coat, white shirt, and a black tie. All around the room were random notes and theories about medicine. On a chalk board in the back was a graph of specific types of races and the outcome if they had offspring. One that caught Johnathon's eye in particular was one column that said "Aryan Pure Blood w/ Atmosian African American" along with another little box beside it that showed what the outcome was. When they walked in, the doctor walked over to the board and put a check next to that combonation.
"Right, and what was your name sir." said Johnathon, taking Piper's forearm and bringing her back on her feet after she sat down.
"Oh, do excuse me. Vhere are mien manners. I am Doctor Joseph Mengele." said the Doctor.
AN:( Doctor Joseph Mengele was one of the Nazi scientists in the concentration camps during world war two. He is an abomination to man because of the fact that he would test medical theories on jews that were being held in the camps at that time. He was obsessed with the concept of identical twins for some time. This is why what's about to happen, happens.)
"Uh huh, just making sure." said Johnathon, starting to laugh. Piper knew Johnathon well enough now to distinguish which laughs meant that Johnathon was actually being entertained, and which laughs meant that he was about to do something horrible. Right now it was the horrible one. Johnathon let Piper sit back down and wait for the worst to happen. He slowly paced towards the doctor and looked at his cousin and found another spot on the chalk board, just for Jessica. Just before Johnathon grabbed Mengele by his lab coat and unsheathed one of the hidden blades, just as Kyle and Shana walked in supporting each other, followed by Porter Senior.
"Vell, business looks like it is booming." said Mengele. Johnathon brought the blade closer to Mengele's throat.
"Yeah Doctor Mengele. I'm sorry to tell you, well no I'm not actually, but I think that anyone who does something like what you did to those jews back in the concentration camps, must die a horribly slow and painful death." asked Johnathon. Porter Senior's and Shana's head perked up immediately at the mention of the doctor's name.
"Joseph Mengele? Zhe Angel of Death?" asked Shana. Mengele smiled.
"Ah another Nazi loving German in zhe house." said a horribly mistaken Mengele.
"Nazi lover. Hah!" said Shana. "You pussies vere pushed back by Joseph Stalin of Soviet Russia. You are not great. You're all shit stains on zhe vonce proud tapestry of German history." said Shana. "And if you ever call me a Nazi lover again, I'll cut your stomach open and hang you vith your own intestines!" shouted Shana.
"That's actually what I was about to do." said Johnathon.
"NO! It's too soon. Let him do his experiments. For now. Put the blade down." said Porter Senior.
"Oh sank you, kind Irishman." said Mengele, stepping away from Johnathon.
"Once we get back to Terra Preditoria though, then you better watch your ass. Because you'll have the full attention of the Hashshashin of Illumination to deal with then." said Porter Senior. Mengele immediately paled. He wasn't used to being in an environment where people wouldn't even spit in his direction, let alone worship him for his advancements in medicine for Nazi Germany. Johnathon gave Mengele an evil smile.
"Okay then. For now." said Johnathon, dropping Mengele and slowly stepping away form him. he took a seat next to Piper, and waited.
"Was she raped too?" asked Porter Senior, pointing at Piper. Johnathon nodded his head. "And Jessica?" asked Porter Senior. Aerrow slowly nodded his head. "You have some sick motherfuckers working here Mengele. Excuse the language ladies. If there weren't snipers here. I wouldn't have called off my son. But here's what your going to do. Your going to test them for any kind of diseases that they may have caught in that process. You are then going to send someone to give us the results. If any of them come back positive for anything begin treatment right away. Understand?" said Porter Senior.
"Yessir." said Mengele, nodding like crazy. He ran to his desk and got various syringes out and started testing.
"I don't feel like I deserve Piper dad." said Johnathon, walking out of the hospital wing with his dad. Porter Senior looked at him.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because, when that guy came in there, I couldn't protect her, like I did last time. I just wasn't strong enough this time." said Johnathon, looking down.
"Look, what's happened has happened. There was nothing that you could've done, judging by that bump on your head. What did he hit you with anyway?" said Porter Senior.
"A bronze statue." said Johnathon.
"Funny." said Porter Senior.
"What?" said Johnathon.
"Shana used a bronze statue to kill the guy that raped her. His brains are all over their cell's floor." said Porter Senior.
"Yeah, that sounds like Shana." said Johnathon, still looking down.
"You did all that you could lad. Now that girl needs you more than ever. Now go back to her. But before you do, go say hi to your brother." said Porter Senior.
"Edward's in here!" asked Johnathon. Porter Senior nodded his head.
"Where is he!" asked Johnathon, immediately being tackled by an unknown person. Johnathon, flipped them over on the ground, and unsheathe one of the blades.
"Oh, cute butter knives." said a boy, with a thick Irish accent that looked completely identical to Johnathon.
"Edward." said Johnathon, getting up and helping his brother to his feet.
Okay, that's 20. In case your wondering, Edward is probably going to be the last OC for a while. The next few chapters are probably going to be m rated so if you don't want to read them then don't read them. But either way, please read and review.