Chapter 21

(Okay, time for twenty one. Quick correction to an error that I made in the last chapter. The prison is on terra gunther, not terra mojave. Sorry Hawk. The chapter does once again have some m rated parts in it. Once again I'll que you. Enjoy. R&R.)

Piper was in pain. She couldn't bear to see her friends on hospital cots, having been beaten and raped within an inch of their lives. After Mengele had taken a blood sample from her, he then looked at Shana. Once he had deemed her well enough to walk he sent her off to a place called the zucht-kammern. Shana had paled at the mere mention of the place. Since the whole fiasco of the PFE coming to Atmos had started, Piper had taken a small amount of time out her everyday habits to study up on languages that were native to people like Jack, Johnathon, and Makarov. And from what little she knew about german, she had a very rough translation into english that came out to be breeding chambers.

I do not envy you Shana. I just hope they show a little discretion in there. thought Piper. She looked to Aerrow, she couldn't understand the fact of how she still felt like she loved him. And, with a little thought, she then figured it out. She did still love Aerrow, but nothing in the ways like she loved Johnathon. She loved Aerrow like family, like a brother. Speaking of brothers. thought Piper, as Johnathon walked back into the hospital room with an identical twin brother. She recognized Johnathon with his assassin's robes. But the other one wore, blue denim jeans, a green green shirt that said Ireland on it, black combat boots, black business man's gloves, and a wool coat that went down to the middle of his thighs.

"And who is this lovely flower?" asked a very cheery Edward, as Johnathon walked over and sat next to Piper. His spirits were diminished as soon as he saw Jessica. He knelt down beside her bed, took out his rosary, and began to pray for his cousin's health.

"This, is Piper, my significant other." said Johnathon. He took Piper's hand and held it. She smiled and drifted off into sleep. Mengele walked up to Johnathon, grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him against a wall.

"Get away from my verk, it is trying to sleep, so if you don't mind, I vill be asking you to leave now." said Mengele.

"No, fuck you. And don't you dare refer to her as an "it" again, understand." said Johnathon. Mengele pulled out a luger from one of his pockets and put it to Johnathon's chest. Edward, took a near by scalpel, and put it to Mengele's throat from behind.

"Drop it." said Edward.

"Oh, fuck mein life. Now zair are two of you?" said Mengele. Johnathon unsheathed one of the blades and put it under Mengele's chin, forcing his head to jerk up.

"Yes, zair are?" said Johnathon, imitating Mengele. Mengele dropped his luger on a nearby table that had medical instruments on it. "So, what can you tell me about Piper's health?" said Johnathon.

"Take a look for yourself, you Irish pricks." said Mengele, pointing to the board. Johnathon let go of Mengele, while Edward kept a firm hold of him. Johnathon read the spot that was designated for Piper. His head fell low as he read "Aryan Pure Blood and Atmosian African American Status: Pregnant". What was once sadness and pity, in Johnathon's body, had now been fully replaced with anger and rage. He was so angry that, instead of having an American accent, that he had adopted from being around Kyle, he had his Irish accent back.

"Alright ya little cock bite, the first thing I'm gonna do to ya is cut yer fuckin stomach open. Then, Oi'm gonna make you watch me take each and every one of yer organs out. After that, my brother and OI are gonna skin yer bloody arse alive and hang you by your small intestine and put you on display for the whole prison. Any fucking questions ya Nazi fuck?" said Johnathon.

"Yes. Vhy don't you take you're rage out on zhe person zat did zis to your lovely fraulein?" said Mengele.

"Ohhh. So now you refer to 'er as a regular person?" said Edward. Johnathon grabbed another scouple and was about to cut open Mengele's stomach open.

"His name is Ludwig von Hammersmark. He is zhe vone zat raped your fraulein. I can tell you vhere he is right now. Please don't kill me... PLEASE!" sobbed Mengele. Johnathon came back up and stood normally. He gazed at Edward who nodded.

"Alright shoot." said Johnathon.

Now is a part where it sort of gets m rated in the beggineng, then gets really m rated.

The Nazi Vanguard brought Shana to a very disturbing place. The room that she was in was gray like ash and had thick walls like a fortress. Doctors were always on sight here. The room was a circle with seven cells that each had two blond haired and blue eyed women inside it. Shana had been dragged into, what had at first been, an empty cell. But, as the guards that brought her in here went back to there jobs, two more Nazis came in dragging another blond haired and blue eyed woman, that actually looked about Johnathon's age, towards her cell.

"You shvinen are disgusting. Raping a girl zat young. Mark my vords, you vill pay for zis, zis pitiful place you call a prison." said Shana, as the guards, literally, threw the girl into the cell and shut the door. The girl withered into the fetal position and sobbed. Shana looked at her and went over to her. She crouched down and touched the girl's shoulder.

"Are you okay?" asked Shana. The girl shook her head. She slowly got up and on to her cot with Shana's help. She coughed up a little bit of blood. Shana looked inside the girls mouth and saw that a few of her teeth her missing due to her being slightly defiant to the Nazis. "Vhat's your name?" asked Shana.

"Sarah." said the girl, her voice barely a whisper. Shana smiled.

"My name's Shana. Don't vorry, I vill get him back for you." said Shana.

"No don't, you only just got here. They'll tear you to shreds." said Sarah, her voice having a British accent.

"Vait, you're british. Vhy are you in here?" asked Shana.

"I was born in Germany, but my family couldn't afford to keep me so I was given to a Foster Family in England." said Sarah.

"Oh." said Shana cheerily. She got up and walked over to the cell. One of the Nazi guards that had brought Sarah in was right at the side of her cell. Shana grabbed the Nazi's shoulder, pulled him close to the cell and snapped his neck. He fell to the floor dead. Other guards came and hauled Shana out of the cell. One of the Nazi officers walked up to the guards holding Shana down.

"Take zis vone to room 13." shouted The Officer.

"No!" said Sarah.

"Who said zat? Who vas zhe insolent bitch zat just said zat?" said The Officer, walking over to Sarah's cage.

"Um, what I meant was-."

"Shut up. I do not vant your explanation." said The Officer, slapping Sarah repeatedly. Shana merely watched as she tried to think of a way to get out of this situation. Unfortunately, there was none. Then as she was about to tell them to stop, she was carried off to a private room and chained to a bed. About five minutes later, one of the germans that held her down walked in and shut the door behind him.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy zis so very much mein lovely little fraulein." said the soldier, who immediately began to strip Shana. For the first time, that Shana could remember, she began to cry. After leading one of the first charges in the Cyclonian invasion of her home terra, after brutally slaughtering her closest friends and family, after betraying the Cyclonian empire and being thrown into Zartacla Prison and forgotten about from the rest of the world, now, of all times, was when the tears of her past, and her present situation, came into existence.

Mengele finished writing a room number for Johnathon and Edward. He gave it to Johnathon, who snatched it from his hand.

"When Oi come back here for her, Oi'm gonna kick so hard in yer bloody nuts that there won't be much left to distinguish you as a man." said Johnathon turning around and sitting by Piper's bed for one last quick second. He took Piper's hand and kissed her wrist. "Oi'm gonna find the man that did this to you, and Oi;m gonna make him pay fer whot he did to ya." said Johnathon. Even though Piper had her eyes closed, she gently squeezed Johnathon's hand. He got up and went over to Aerrow's bed. "How are ya feelin?" asked Johnathon.

"I think I'm actually pretty good." said Aerrow, starting to get up. Mengele was about to voice his opinion that Aerrow was still sick, but he decided it better that he not considering the fact that there were no guards around. Aerrow got his weapons, and checked the chalk board for Jessica's spot. He didn't see the word pregnant like there was against Piper's name. He then walked over to his navigator and stared at her seemingly lifeless body. "Johnathon, Edward, and I will be back to get you and Jessica out here okay Piper. We'll be back soon. Just hang on." said Aerrow, taking Piper's hand. She also gently squeezed Aerrow's hand, as if that was her only mode of communication. Aerrow got up and followed the Porter brothers out the door.

"Alright, someone's got to stay here and make sure that he doesn't call for back up or something loike that." said Edward.

"Okay, I'll get da on it." said Johnathon. He turned around and started to walk back towards the direction of his cell. Edward and Aerrow followed him.

"Where are you going? The guard's quarters are over there." said Aerrow.

"Oi'm gonna go back and get changed. Think Aerrow, if Oi go in there dressed loike Oi am, Oi'll stick out loike a bloody sore thumb." said Johnathon.

"Ya, you moight want to do the same thing Aerrow." said Edward.

"Okay then. I'll meet you guys at Johnathon's cell then?" asked Aerrow. Both Porters nodded. Aerrow walked off to his own cell. When he arrived there and opened his own closet, Aerrow was surprised to see that his closet had an outfit quite identical to Edward's. "Well, anything to blend in." said Aerrow to himself taking of his Sky Knight uniform and hanging it on the coat hangers where the outfit was. When Aerrow got back to Johnathon's cell, he saw that Johnathon was also wearing the same outfit that Edward was wearing as well.

"What are the both of ya tryin to do, steal moi stoile?" said Edward.

"No." said Aerrow.

"Yes." said Johnathon.

"Poser." said Edward to Johnathon, who just laughed silently under his breath.

"Alright come on." said Johnathon, just as an alarm sounded.

"Ugh, Jesus Fucking Christ. Looks loike that guy's gonna wait Johnathon." said Edward.

"Woi?" asked Johnathon.

"Because we gotta go out into the yard and foight someone. That's how you stay alive in this place." said Edward.

"So what happens if you refuse to fight?" asked Aerrow.

"You get yer arse hauled off to the torture room where they do some very unpleasant things to yer backsoide, if ya know what Oi mean." said Edward.

"Yeah Aerrow, you should trust Edward. He probably knows from personal experience." said Johnathon, not controlling himself and starting to laugh. Edward turned around and punched Johnathon across the face.

"Okay, well then let's get down to the yard then." said Aerrow, starting to take charge of the situation.

"Foine." said Johnathon.

Down in the prison yard, a guard fired a couple of mp40 machine gun rounds off to silence the eager prisoners. Another guard came up with an officer's hat that apparently had names inside it. The guard the took two names out of a hat and shouted out the names.

"Adelchi Schrodinger vs Edward Proter." Shouted the guard.

"Hay, it's pronounced PORTER. P-O-R-T-E-R." shouted Edward right back to the guard.

"Oops, mein mistake. Edward Porter." shouted the guard. The prisoners stepped away from a ring, just as a small thirteen year old boy with blond hair and brown eyes, wearing a hitler youth uniform was pushed into the ring. Edward took off his coat, revealing two Desert Eagles in multiple shoulder holsters. He also took off the Desert Eagles as well.

"Hold these for me will ya?" said Edward, handing Johnathon his coat and his guns.

"Edward, ya never told me that you were packin heat." said Johnathon.

"That's cause every time I do, you always bitch and complain that you don't have any thing but a tiny little barrette." said Edward. Johnathon nodded his head as if to say "Good point". The boy had his hands shackled behind his back, and his legs chained up. "Hey, what's this. That doesn't look very fair to me." said Edward.

"Zis is vat he gets for speaking out against our beloved late furor." said the guard. "He deserves everything zat he gets from you, unt more."

"No, no, no, no, no. Take those fucking things off of him. If he's gonna foight me, then he's gonna get a fair foight." said Edward.

"Fine." said the guard. "As long as you still beat zhe living snot out of him." The guard went over and unlocked Adelchi' shackles. "Don't expect to come back to the hitler youth, you shvinen." said the guard, to Adelchi. The boy started to whimper a little bit, as he was released for the fight. To put things into a perspective, Adelchi is about five feet tall, he has practically no meat on his bones. Edward is about five feet ten inches tall, and has muscles that are about six inches from the inside of his arm to the outside, and a sixpack on his stomach to match.

"Since your smaller I'll let you throw the first punch." said Edward. Adelchi threw a punch at Edward's face. It made it's mark right on the side of Edward's jaw. The punch had more force than what it looked like. Edward felt his jaw and turned back to face Adelchi. "Not bad. But moi da throws a hahrder punch than you." said Edward. The boy tried to punch Edward again, but was immediately impaled in the stomach by Edward's fist. Adelchi dropped to the ground and held his stomach, a few of his ribs broke in the process. He whimpered on the ground. "Oh, don't tell me thah yer givin up now. Get yer arse up!" said Edward, grabbing the teen by the hair and hauling him to his feet. Edward kept a firm hold of Adelchi and kept punching him in the stomach. Once Edward could feel that the boy had had enough, he then let go of him. Adelchi dropped to the ground and lay there not wanting to move.

By this time, two Nazi guards came and put Adelchi on his knees, and put their mp40's to his head.

"Zhe decision over zis boy's life is in your hands Herr Porter. Vill you have him publicly executed or vill you take him as your pitiful cell mate!" shouted the guard. Edward looked at the man and then Adelchi. He stroked his shin and though about it. "Some time today shvinen." said the guard. Edward remained silent. The guard rolled his eyes as he put his mp40 to Adelchi's temple and flipped off the safety.

"Don't. I'll.. take him." said Edward, putting his thumb and index finger on his nose between his eyes. The guards walked away from Adelchi and went back to drawing the next names for the next fight. Edward walked back to Johnathon and Aerrow with his new "friend".The rest of the storm hawks had joined them.

"So what's her name dude." said Finn to Edward.

"Um I'm a boy." said Adelchi.

"Really?" asked Kyle, Finn, and Johnathon in unison.

"He's got the facial build of a girl." said Kyle.

"Oi know roight." said Johnathon.

"Fine then. What's his name?" said Aerrow.

"Adelchi Schrod-."

"No." said Johnathon,

"Vhat?" asked Adelchi.

"As long as yer donning that uniform, you don't have a roight to a name. From now until the toime that you prove yer worth to us, you will be referred to as new guy." said Johnathon. Adelchi looked down towards the ground. Aerrow,Finn, Desmond and Fagan began to laugh.

"Johnison Porter vs Ludwig von Hammersmark." shouted the guard.

Johnathon was mentally slapped for a split second, and stepped into the ring. Sure enough it was the same man that had raped and impregnated Piper. Ludwig walked into the ring with his head held high, until he saw who he was fighting. Then he started to cower. He took out his luger as soon as the were let known that the fight commenced. Johnathon slowly paced toward Ludwig.

"Die." said Ludwig, as he shot Johnathon in the chest. Johnathon's left shoulder went back, for a brief moment, but came back forward to a normal position as Johnathon started to pace towards Ludwig once more. The Storm Hawks and Adelchi were stunned. Edward merely smiled. Ludwig fired once more, and once more, Johnathon went back, but continued to proceed forward towards his target. Ludwig stopped taking chances. He emptied his luger's most of the magazine into Johnathon's chest, but shot him in the leg with his last shot. As Ludwig kept getting nothing but clicks as he pulled the trigger, Johnathon grabbed the scruff of Ludwig's uniform and took a good look at him. He had a sergeant's uniform on with a black german cross on his left breast pocket. Johnathon unsheathed one of the blades.

"Did ya get thah fer rapin and killin innocent people?" asked Johnathon, tapping the cross with the blade.

"Nein. For bravery." said Ludwig.

"Roight." said Johnathon, nodding his head. He slowly stuck the blade far enough into Ludwig's chest to puncture his lungs. Once he was done, Johnathon gently layed Ludwig down to the ground and took the black cross from his uniform. After that he just watched Ludwig drown in his own blood. Johnathon then stood up and limped back to his friends. Edward walked back with Johnathon, to the hospital wing. He walked in to see Mengele tied to a chair with Porter Senior pointing a silenced M9 at his head.

"Ah, boys. Yer back." said Porter Senior. Johnathon limped over to Piper, who was now awake, and opened her hand.

"This is fer you." said Johnathon, placing the cross in her hand and closing it.

"Hey new guy. Get yer arse in here now." ordered Edward.

"New guy?" asked Porter Senior.

"Yessir." said Adelchi, stepping into the doorway and saluting them.

"Who the fuckin hell are ya? What the fuckin hell are ya doing here? Sorry ladies." asked Porter Senior, shifting his gun from Mengele's head, to Adelchi's head. Piper and Jessica nodded.

"We're used to it Uncle Porter." said Jessica.

"Um, excuse me, but I vas vundering, how are you still alive?" asked Adelchi. Johnathon took off his coat.

"What do you mean still alive?" asked Porter Senior, taking out another silenced M9 and putting it to Mengele's head.

"Da, he's alroight. He's moi new cell mate. Johnathon was unloaded on boi a German with a luger. That was kind of his and moi idea." said Edward, pointing to Johnathon as he took off his shirt, revealing his torso chest piece of armor.

"Good thinking, both of you." said Porter Senior.

"Yeah, although Oi did get shot in the leg." said Johnathon.

"Oh well, thah's a sinch to fix. Come on, get on the cot." said Porter Senior.

M rated part starting here.

Shana was brought back to the same cell with Sarah. She was thrown on her cot and left to think of what had just happened to her. She didn't want to think about the fact that she had, in fact been raped twice in one day. She couldn't bear to think of what tomorrow was going to hold for her.

"That's why I was going to say that you shouldn't have done that. All they do in here is rape us. We have no power. We're merely used as sort of "biological crop fields" for them to breed more Aryans." said Sarah. Shana had crawled to the sink and gotten the mouth wash out. Once she had swished so many times that she had lost count, she then took her spot under Sarah's bunk.

"No, I vill get out of zis hell hole. You vatch. I von't be here for long. Unt I'll take you with me." said Shana. And with that, She cried herself to sleep.

Well, that's twenty one hope you enjoyed it. Once again Hawk, sorry about the miscommunication. Remember to read and review.