CHAPTER 60: INGLORIOUS BASTARDS, PART 4
With war brewing between the Aryan Nation and New Mecca, it only makes sense for both sides to arm themselves for battle against one another. The task is no challenge for either of the racially divided nations; both have been anticipating confrontation and battle for quite some time, with the population of New Mecca preparing moreso than their opposition.
In one city of New Mecca, a small community that was once part of the Danger Zone, many make their own efforts to prepare for the war. Guns are gathered and loaded, ready to be shipped to others with accompanying ammunition and gear, done by men, women, and even children in the effort. Those who are not working are sleeping, and those who sleep sleep with their own weapons.
The desperation for every hand to be working towards their survival is a testament to the fear that they feel from the coming threat: Left behind by society long before its collapse, the populace of New Mecca ensures that it would not be left behind any longer. Today and until the end of time, they would fight for their own right to survive and stay alive at any cost.
Unfortunately for those taking to declare their lives and fight for them, there are those who are more than willing to take them away.
While loading one final assault rifle into a crate, one worker stopped dead in his tracks as he felt an arrow pierce its way through his head; his body falling to the ground. Panic began to settle in with the remaining workers as soon as their comrade fell dead, going to rage as soon as they saw his killer: The man named Nippon, wielding a bow with a quiver of arrows on his back.
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The workers had quickly reached into their crates to retrieve their rifles to fire back at the enemy, but their efforts to fight back had ended with an explosive blast, followed by several more like it firing at their brothers and sisters to prevent any such retaliation. Each blast was carefully aimed, taking many lives at a time while sending chunks of meat and body parts about with each strike.
Causing the explosions was the cybernetic hate machine leader of the Aryan Nation himself, Wolfenstein, leading his soldiers into battle against the enemy nation. Wielding a revolving grenade launcher, he fired off the last of its ammunition to move onto his primary weapon of choice: An M240 medium machine gun, a heavy weapon with a heavy caliber suited to his use.
To his side was the vicious Aryan Amazon, the woman called She-Wolf. In her own hands was an assault rifle; very much smaller than Wolfenstein's own weapon, but effective nonetheless. With her own weapon, she, too, was capable of ending many enemy lives, downing them one by one with each pull of the trigger. Each body falling to the ground drove an arousing shock through her body, making her smile and grind her legs eagerly.
Deadly as the two were, the most lethal of the two was proved to be Wolfenstein himself, with a more deadly weapon in his hands and more drive to annihilate his enemies. Personally putting to death dark-skinned human beings in his path, the ones perceived as subhuman in his eyes, the smile on his face perverted the American flag tattooed upon it just as his actions were doing.
His mouth furthered this perversion in a song celebrating the massacre, shouting out racist lyrics to an anthem of his murder.
"My eyes have seen the glory of the tramplin' at the zoo,
We've washed ourselves in niggers' blood and all the mongrels, too,
We're taking down the Z.O.G. machine, Jew by Jew by Jew,
The white man marches on!" Wolfenstein sang.
The attack continued on with little to no opposition; Wolfenstein and She-Wolf gunning down any would-be attackers and scaring those who could not bring themselves to fight back to cower against one another. Wading through dead bodies littered about the street, the two wolves rounded up the remaining people like sheep, collecting their prey all to themselves.
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Barely able to contain herself over the cowering enemies and the many dead ones, She-Wolf continued to grind her legs together, biting her lip with a moan.
"These niggers look so much better cowering away like the stupid animals they are, don't they, Führer?" She-Wolf asked.
"I agree. But I think that these niggers would be much better-looking long dead, don't you?" Wolfenstein asked.
"Mmm, you know exactly how to treat a lady, hérr Wolfenstein."
Grasping her smiling face in his organic hand, Wolfenstein gazed into She-Wolf's aroused and erotic smile, giving a grin himself at his subordinate. While sharing a kind moment with one of his teammates, the remaining two joined their leader; Nippon standing to the side, with Ape standing right behind Wolfenstein.
Watching the cowering men and women, Ape became excited at the offering before him, believing it to be an opportunity to kill more people for himself.
"Lots of stupid, scared niggers. Ape get to kill niggers?" Ape asked.
"No, Ape not kill niggers yet. Wolfie and his friends need to leave one nigger behind. Ape wait his turn, then Ape kill all the niggers he wants. Understand?" Wolfenstein asked.
"Hmph. Fine. Ape wait."
Turning to She-Wolf, Wolfenstein let her do the selection of one life to spare, letting them live to tell the tale of what had happened here.
"She-Wolf? Care to do the honors?" Wolfenstein asked.
Smiling and turning to the crowd, She-Wolf pointed a finger to the group, searching out a single life to spare at random.
"Eenie... Meenie... Minie... Mo... Catch a... nigger... by his... toe... If he hollers... let him go... Eenie... Meenie... Minie... Mo..." She-Wolf sang.
Her finger began to move more slowly towards a single life in the crowd, showing her near her final selection. The group all fought against one another to be the spared one, throwing themselves in front of her aim to see themselves living another day. She-Wolf ignored their pleas and efforts, still making a selection at her own discretion and leisure.
"My... mother... pick... the... perfect... one... and... you... are... IT!" She-Wolf called.
She-Wolf's final selection was a young black man, chosen at complete random out of the lot. Walking to the selected survivor, Wolfenstein grabbed him and dragged him out of the group. The survivor struggled against Wolfenstein's hold, causing the cybernetic Nazi to grab him in a nelson hold.
"You just calm yourself down now, monkey boy. We ain't gonna kill you... but we might hurt you just a little if you keep fighting like that." Wolfenstein said.
"Fuck you!" The survivor said.
"Oh, is this really how far the American nigger's language has fallen? For 400 years you've been in this country, and you go from big, grand, iconic speeches rivalling even the white man's language like 'I Have A Dream' to a simple, cliche, and unoriginal 'Fuck You'?! Is that really the best you've got, nigger?!"
Tired of seeing the unnecessary abuse, Nippon approached the designated survivor and snatching him away and witholding him from acting on what came next.
"十分。私たちは彼を無意味に苦しめる必要はありません。" Nippon said.
"Hey! Taking away my toy's one thing, speaking to me in that ching-chang-chong talk is another. You wanna be an honorary Aryan, you speak English." Wolfenstein said.
Scowling at Wolfenstein's remark, Nippon repeated himself in English.
"Enough. We don't have to torment him pointlessly." Nippon said.
"Not 'pointlessly'. Just having a little fun." Wolfenstein said.
"We're not here for fun. Do what we came to do, and let's get back to guarding the baby. This is becoming a waste of time."
Though dissatisfied with his colleague's lack of interest in their current activity, Wolfenstein understood the more pressing matter, and therefore decided to abide by Nippon's words. Turning to Ape, Wolfenstein gave a smile towards his chemically-altered muscle man, giving his blessing to attack the remaining civilians.
"Okay, Ape. You see all those niggers? Make them all dead niggers. Do whatever you like with them." Wolfenstein said.
Excited to hear the offer to kill as many people as he could, Ape smiled and grunted at the offer.
"Thank you. Ape happy. Ape make big mess of dead niggers just for you." Ape said.
Stomping up to the surrounded hostages, Ape began smashing and tearing away at the first ones in his path, reducing many to bloody pieces and indiscernible messes with his bare hands. Tearing multiple people limb from limb and sending meat and organs flying through the air, his efforts began soaking the area in blood.
One victim pleaded for his life to Ape, appealing to their skin colors being of the same persuasion.
"W-Wait! Don't! You're black, why are you doing this for them?!" One victim asked.
"Ape not nigger. Führer say Ape honorary Aryan. All Ape has to do is kill more niggers. Ape kill you, too, nigger!" Ape shouted.
Grabbing the victim by his head, Ape crushed it with his bare hand, decapitating him in one clench of his fist. Taking his headless body and pulling it closer, Ape squeezed it against himself in a bear-hug fashion, causing blood to spurt from his empty neck and rain down on the area.
Opening her shirt to reveal her breasts, She-Wolf doused herself in the blood, running her hands over herself to rub the blood all over her body and let it soak into her skin and clothing. More and more aroused by the second of this display of violence, she jumped on top of Wolfenstein, beginning to kiss him, leading him to kiss her back and grab at her buttocks as they loudly moaned to one another.
The selected designated survivor looked upon the violence and disgusting display, crying at the sight, but Nippon shielded his eyes, turning him away from the carnage.
This provocation made its way towards New Mecca, not too long after a group of 4 heroes that would try to prevent any such provocation from leading to an actual war. Escorted deep into the heart of the province for their desired meeting with its leader, Marquis Ronaldson, the Hillwood Heroes huddle tight to one another as they make their journey inside.
Heading past the buildings that comprised the capital of New Mecca, mostly comprised of apartment complexes and hotels, the Green Eye cannot turn his eyes away from the decay that comes from this new nation. The emotions of those around him were dwindling feelings of hope for their land, and despair for their own lives, brought about by their bellies churning away at themselves in lieu of a steady meal.
Knowing of his parents' attempts of outreach to help these people, he feels distraught that they slowly wither away while denying any help.
The feeling is shared by the Star of David and Bad Boy, but not so much with Lars Rodriguez. As usual, his own sociopathic tendencies blind his mind from the suffering around, virtually ignoring the issues of others around him, and he instead focuses on the only issue he has ever concerned himself with:
His libido.
Catching eye of a young black woman in his sight, Lars smiled at her, ignoring her growling stomach for something below it.
"Hey, baby girl. Wanna lick each other's buttholes in a port-a-potty?" Lars asked.
Unamused by Lars' efforts to engage in sexual intercourse with any stranger he could obtain, the Green Eye snatched him back in the group.
"This is not the time, Lars." Green Eye said.
Though annoyed by the Green Eye's interference in his efforts, he was not stopped completely. Eyeing another young woman, he began flirting with her as well.
"Hey, girl." Lars said.
"Stop it." Green Eye said.
Frowning at his next interruption, Lars tried yet another time on another passing stranger.
"Sup, bitch?" Lars asked.
"Stop it." Green Eye repeated.
Unable to make any more attempts to find a willing partner in coitus (not that his choice of approach would pay off), Lars decided to finally quiet himself and remain back in line of the walking heroes. Wearing a frown over his face, he caught a smug smiling face worn across the Star of David's; mocking his poor and crude efforts being shot down so easily.
"Shut up." Lars said.
"I didn't say anything." Star of David said.
After walking through the last of their many hours of trekking across Hellwood, the group finally made their way to their intended destination, reaching the home of Marquis Ronaldson. Standing outside his house with his wife Holly to his side and a rifle in his own hands, he gazed upon the unwanted and uninvited visitors, taking unkindly to their presence.
Approaching the 4 guests, he stood face-to-face with the group, lowering his rifle to speak to their leader.
"So... The Green Eye, the self-proclaimed white savior of Hillwood... and 3 of his stooges. Two whites... and a Mexican. Strange how he sides with you." Marquis said.
"Jewish." Star of David corrected.
"Jews are just whites that want to feel special. Don't oversell yourself."
"Also, while we're on the subject, I am technically 10% black... in the area that it counts. Speaking of which, that's a beautiful wife you got there. You into cuckholding?" Lars asked.
Holly scowled at Lars' vulgar remark, with Marquis giving even less of a kind reaction.
"Just ignore him. That's what we do." Star of David said.
Trying to ease the tensions and clarify the reason behind their meeting, the Green Eye stepped forward, making himself the primary speaker.
"Okay, everyone calm down. We're not here to cause trouble. I brought everyone here because I want to talk to you." Green Eye said.
"What makes you think that I want to talk to you?" Marquis asked.
"Because I can get your son back."
Marquis raised an eyebrow at intrigue of the proposal, finding some degree of interest at getting his son back, but his own prejudices took precedent to the conversation. Scoffing at the idea of the Green Eye giving his assistance, he downplayed his capability and his willingness to accept the help.
"We don't need your help. I'm Charles' father, it's my responsibility to see to his well-being, and mine alone. I won't shame myself by letting a white man save my son and take away my duty as a father." Marquis said.
Distraught by her husband's dismissal of the Green Eye and his offer, Holly grasped his arm, pleading him to reconsider.
"Marquis, please don't do this. He can get our son back, let him do it. Let Charles come home safe. Who cares if a white man brought him home or not?" Holly begged.
"I care, and so do the people of our land. What does it say to our country that we aren't able to defend ourselves against the white man, that we must rely on the whites themselves to defend us? If we don't show we can fight for ourselves now, we'll never find our dignity and respect." Marquis said.
"This isn't about dignity and respect, it's about our son."
"It's about both. How am I able to look my son in the eye again if I wasn't able to save him myself? What kind of a father am I if I can't save him on my own?"
Holly backed down from Marquis' argument, unable to sway him from his hard-line position and unwillingness to cooperate.
"You wasted your time. We don't want your help. We'll handle this on our own." Marquis said.
"Your way of handling it will lead to war, and many people dying. Is that what you want?" Green Eye asked.
"It's what the whites want. If that's how they want it, that's how they'll get it."
"So you're willing to give your enemy what they want? To play into their hands?"
The question brought a challenge to Marquis' position, bringing a degree of offense from its tone, but making him rethink his stance to reply quickly.
"There's no other way to resolve this matter. Ever since my people were brought here by boat, we've been at odds with whites; working on their fields and staying as their property in chains. For every protest we give out for peace, we've had more of our brothers and sisters shot dead in the streets like dogs, just like my father. One of your presidents said it best: 'Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable'. Even a white man understood that this was coming either way. The black man must fight for himself." Marquis said.
"Your grandfather didn't believe that, and he didn't want you to go down this path." Green Eye said.
Feeling patronized at the mention of his grandfather, Marquis took further offense, beginning to show aggression to the Green Eye.
"Don't you dare try to do that. You don't even know my grandfather's name." Marquis said.
"Barry William Ronaldson, born 1953. He spent the last years of his life playing music on the street to make people happy, and a lot of it trying to build a good relationship with you. He lived at the Sunset Arms before the Fall, but I haven't seen him since." Green Eye said.
Marquis' aggression took a backseat when realizing the two did indeed know each other, but his emotion still showed pain with the remembrance of his death.
"He's dead. The Aryans sent a messenger carrying a box with two heads. One was his, the other was my mother-in-law." Marquis said.
"I'm sorry. He was a good man." Green Eye said.
"I know. Another reason I can't let them get away with this."
"That still doesn't make this war the answer. As someone who knew him as well, almost as well as you did, I know for a fact he wouldn't have wanted this."
"I know for a fact there's no way you could've known him as well as I have. He practically raised me when my father was killed."
The Green Eye's irises began to glow a distinctive brighter color, with his heart reaching into the heart of Marquis Ronaldson.
You don't understand. I can know people just like they know themselves. I know how your father's death made you distrustful of others, especially whites, and I can feel that rage for your father's lack of justice. I'd feel it, too; anyone would in your place. I knew your grandfather just like you knew him, and just like I know you. Green Eye said telepathically.
Caught by surprise and feeling nervous under the telepathic communication, Marquis stepped back, falling into Holly's arms.
"Marquis? Are you alright? What did he do?" Holly asked.
Marquis did not answer the question, only brushing off the experience and returning to his stance on using war and violence.
"Listen here, white man. I don't care how many fancy superhuman tricks you have. I don't care how well you knew my grandfather. I'm going to war against these fucking Nazis once and for all. That's the only way we can achieve peace. If I'm just a nigger to these people, then I'll show them that I'm the boss nigger. That I'm the one who protects my people and who won't take their abuse. Once they realize who we are, then they'll think again about going after us." Marquis said.
"And where does it stop? Do you really think that this is going to stop with a counter-attack? What's to stop them from counter-attacking your counter-attack? To keep on building up and up again until another war breaks out? To keep going on in a cycle?" Green Eye asked.
"Then we'll just have to make sure it doesn't come to that. Kill 'em all."
"Kill all people of a different skin color than you? Don't you see that's exactly what they want to do to you?"
"Only fair that they get the same treatment. They say the golden rule is: 'Treat others the way you want to be treated'. If they want to treat us with violence and death, then we'll treat them with violence and death."
"Then by your own logic, aren't you just displaying the same message? To encourage them to keep fighting back against you?"
Finding no reply to give to the Green Eye, Marquis went silent once again, trying to justify his stance once again.
"Violence only begets more violence. That's what I came here to stop." Green Eye said.
"That doesn't change the fact that my son is in their hands, and they'll kill him and more if I don't do anything. I just got someone come to me saying that they killed many of my brothers and sisters in the Danger Zone. What do you suggest I do? Sit down and take it?" Marquis asked.
"No. I'll bring your son back home, and stop Wolfenstein myself. We all will. The threat for you will be over." Green Eye said.
Marquis thought over his proposal carefully, contemplating all scenarios from it. Desperate as he was to get his son back, he still carried cautions and skepticism.
"What's in it for you? What do you want?" Marquis asked.
"I want you to let Old Hillwood help you. They bring you food and supplies whenever they can, but you turn them down." Green Eye said.
"I don't trust them."
"I want you to trust them, like I want you to trust me."
"Why?"
"Because I want to prove you wrong. I want to show you that skin color does not prove good and bad, that there exist good people and bad people wherever, and that we're the good people. I want to show you that there is a better way, a way towards peace."
"But why?"
"Because it's who I am and what I do. After all, it's Christmas Eve. Christmas was supposed to be about resolving differences and bring brothers to one another. I've had enough of violence all over this island, and I want peace. If only for just one day."
Thinking carefully over the Green Eye's offer, Marquis delved deeply into his own thoughts, going over every angle and possibility over what would happen if this scenario were to unfold. Still not entirely trustful of the Green Eye or his colleagues, still rooted in his own prejudices, there was still a large degree of him that told him to decline the offer and go to war as planned.
On the other hand, if there was indeed a chance to reduce the number of lives taken, especially that of his son's, then there was an interest to be held there as well. Having lost already a small faction of his province's people to the Aryan Nation, to have expendable fighters take care of his problem for him sounded preferable to losing any more of his own citizens and putting them to war.
Making his final decision, Marquis settled on a compromise.
"8 hours." Marquis said.
"What?" Green Eye asked.
"8 hours. That's all the time I'll give you to get my son back."
"B-But, that's not going to be enough-"
"8 hours. Take it or leave it."
With only a short timeframe to work with, the Green Eye felt distress come over him, feeling an insecurity making him question his ability to deliver on his promise. Having much riding on his accomplishment of the mission, the mere 8 hours offered made the task all the more stressful to think over.
Having no choice other than to accept, the Green Eye did just that, taking a deep breath before giving his reply.
"Okay. 8 hours. We'll do it." Green Eye said.
"Good. Because if you don't... and if my son is harmed in any way, shape, or form... I won't just go to war on the Aryan Nation. Old Hillwood is next. I'll wipe all you whites out." Marquis said.
"Oh, hey, uh, about that, I am Mexican, like you said, so whatever happens, I'm cool either way, right, guys? Guys?" Lars asked.
Unamused by Lars' lack of confidence and cowardly approach to the task, the Green Eye pushed him back, showing his own confidence as their leader.
"Like I said, we'll do it. I give you my word, your son Charles will not have any harm come to him. He'll come home safely." Green Eye said.
Reaching into his pocket, Marquis pulled out the photograph of his son surrounded by Wolfenstein and his confederates, tossing it over to the Green Eye. Catching the picture in the air, he looked at the image of the 4 opponents he would have to face, noting the excessively-muscled Ape and lone swordsman of Nippon, the opposition was clear and dangerous.
Knowing that defeating each one would not be anywhere near an easy task, the Green Eye gulped in nervousness.
"For your own sake, I hope you're right." Marquis said.
The Green Eye could waste no more time on their conversation, so it now laid fit to set out on their task. Urging the others to come with him, he sent the Star of David, Bad Boy, and Lars to head with him towards the Aryan Nation to locate and rescue the baby Charles Ronaldson, to save the child's life and bring the peace he desired for this one province of Hellwood.
With such a heavy burden to bear, the Green Eye set out without complaint or question, intent on saving the baby's life.
Watching the visitors depart, Marquis impartially witnessed the 4 heroes depart on their mission, with Holly grasping him in hopes that their son would return safely. Even with her own motherly concern over their child, her primary concerns are not over him, but over the very idea of her husband going to war with the innocent nation of Old Hillwood and threatening to murder its population.
"Marquis. You don't really mean that? Harming all those people in Old Hillwood?" Holly asked.
"We'll see." Marquis said.
Concurrent to the preceding events, there is one man who is impartial and uncaring about all these threats of war and attempts to avert such an outcome. Instead, his mind is far away from his body, outside the understandings of time and space itself and beyond such smaller affairs.
His body is that of the Freak, but his mind, far into a drug-fueled mania that has brought him somewhere that only 2 people of this specific timeline are aware of and have visited, speaking to a deity that controls time itself. His visit to this individual is as unexpected to him as the being itself, but it has brought a conversation between the two that reveals much about one another.
The deity, like many others that are imagined and dreamed up and worshiped in lieu of it, has a grand and complete plan for this world, which it shares with the Freak. Explaining his plan to the psychonautic man, reaching this forbidden place with the expansion of his mind, the exchange of dialogue and information is much more than even the mind of the Freak can take, but he does his best to take it in.
While his mind is put to its absolute strain in attempt to comprehend this plan, his body is left with little to do. Still alive and waiting for its master control to return to the machine, the Freak's body sat cross-legged on the floor; his head swaying back and forth while muttering nonsensical phrases out of context from their original conversation, some of the lecture only partially reaching the real world.
It has been hours that the Freak has been like this since he first consumed the substances that he was brought. His body heals itself from the altered state it was put in well, but the brain has its own ways to go on the road to recovery. Continuing to sway about, he is still stuck in his transcendental phase.
The long period of time in which he has been absent has brought the concern of Weston to his door, stepping inside the house of pain to check up on his new master. Unpredictable and deadlier than his former employer of 'Little' Nicky, he makes sure to take extra caution with this man.
Slowly approaching the idle Freak, Weston made his way up to the man in meditation, beginning by asking for a simple confirmation of his state.
"Sir? Are you alright?" Weston asked.
The Freak did not acknowledge Weston or reply to his question, but instead continued to rant on in his conversation with the time deity.
"Green Eye... Living Ghost... Orphan Surfer... Chalk Barbarian... Solitaire Sixth Son... Alien Defect... Adolescent Gynoid... Reincarnation of Raava... Neutral Tiger... Baby Boy Kaiju..." The Freak ranted.
"Sir? What are you talking about?" Weston asked.
"Break everything down... Build it back up... The jigsaw pieces fall apart... They come back together... different picture... The final image... World peace... Human evolution continues... Takes the step through its shadow... New world is built... Life goes on forever... Through pain, strength... Through tragedy, beauty... Through nihilism, existentialism... Through hatred, love... Through emptiness, fullness... We are ready... We are one... We are fearless... We grow through pain... We become greater... Become greater..."
As the Freak carried on his incoherent rant, Weston slowly reached a hand towards his master, trying to wake him out of what he assumed was some manner of sleep and needed to be awoken. Placing his hand on the Freak's shoulder, he began lightly shaking his master, trying to nudge him out.
"Sir? Please, you must wake up! Sir!" Weston pleaded.
Trying to take more drastic measures to wake the Freak, Weston pulled him up and put him on his feet, shaking him heartily to wake him.
"Sir! You're in the middle of a bad trip! You must pull yourself out of it! Sir!" Weston said.
The Freak continued to stay unaware of Weston's efforts to wake him; still speaking to the time deity in their high-level conversation. Inconsequential to his body's state in the physical realm, the Freak's mind and soul slowly began returning to him, with his body reactivating itself in the journey home.
His fingers began twitching, slight groans came from his breath, and his eyes slowly began to return to their normal state from their previous appearance of being glossed over and back in their skull. Returning to looking back in front of himself, his eyes glowed a deep red color, with his hand reaching for a handgun in his pocket.
Quickly pulling out the weapon and aiming at Weston, his recognition of his servant led him to sway the aim off just in time before pulling the trigger, sending the bullet over his shoulder and hitting the wall. Catching his breath once again, the Freak seemed to ignore Weston and the encounter, heading straight for the door.
"Sir? Freak? What's wrong? Are you alright?" Weston asked.
"Alright? No, I'm not alright. He told me everything, but he didn't tell me that." The Freak panted.
"What? Who told you what, sir?"
"Clockwork. He told me his plan for this world, what he wants to do with it, but he didn't tell me who I am. What my purpose is. I need to see him again. I need to talk to him again."
"S-So... Should I bring you more drugs, sir? Anything specific you'd like?"
"Just bring it all, we've got to go."
"Go where?"
"Out there. We need to get crazier. Get to the heart of the human soul. Tap into those primal fears and instincts. Need to open up our minds. You coming or not?"
Having no time to fully grasp or understand the Freak's delirious statements, Weston was left with no choice but to follow his leader, heading off with him into an unknown somewhere in Hellwood, with promises of violence and altered states of reality following.
Setting out with the Freak, he fears that he will not come back alive; a thought that haunts him with regret as he makes his decision.