Author's Note: A side-tracking of the original story, it has a point, but another character added in to the whole craziness, well, I want him to be important, but that may change. Read the end to understand his Geass Power. Also, he is based off of Blood Dupre, from Alice in the country of hearts, but Blood is far more sane. He has a great costume, so I decided to based that. Don't like, don't read, and I quit writing again. Review too, it helps.
Turn 5: Let's Make This World Go BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.
"My Name is Stalin, why you stalling, don't you want power, don't lie on this hour, la-de-da, la-de, da," a man song in the shower. The steam from the hot water clouded the bathroom, in the corner of the restroom, one could see a clear view of a skyscraper. "Oh, I loved her once, I loved Britannia, she was kind to me, kind to me, kind to me. But she went mad, like everyone else, and in the end, we all Zero, all Zero, all Zero, in the end. She never love me back, never love me back, never love me back, and I." The man song, then, in mid-sentence, changed the song to a creaky, ail voice, "I don't get the world anymore, I don't get it anymore, I walked on the street the other day, saw a man hang himself. He said that he had planned this for a year, and all he wanted was someone to say, that life was worth living, he asked people to say it, just say it, and he wouldn't die, he screamed it for he hung himself, begging the world to say life was worth it. And the world stared at their feet, and shuffled by. So I say, Let's Make the World Go Boom, Boom, Boom." The man at these lines stepped out of the shower, grabbed the towel that hung off the solid gold towel rack. He looked out the window, reaching his hand up to brush through his mildly long black hair, and whispered, "Let's make the world go boom, boom, boom." He turned his head, then, and walked out the door of the rest, and as the bathroom door swung back and forth, the building in the background walls danced with flamed, and the sky around it was black with smoke.
"Mr. Hansworth," a man in a black suit and shades said, running up to the man who had previously been in the shower. "Yes, Mario, social security number 111-23, or sorry, again," Mr. Hansworth said. The man, Mario, rubbing the back of his head in a carefree fashion, smiling, said, "Not a problem, sir. I want to say that the plan worked without a hitch. But I have to ask, why so many people had to die." Mr. Hansworth, playing with the heart shaped patch on his sleeve, looked up, and said, "Cuz we needed to make the world go boom, boom, boom." The right eye of Mr. Hansworth changed after he uttered he uttered these words. He Can't Be Serious, he can't be serious, he can't be serious. He wanted the people to die. This is madness, he's my boss. I've done a bunch of terrible shit, but nothing like this, no, he has to die, it's atonement, no what am I thinking, The mind of the man Mario screamed. Mr. Hansworth reached inside his white suite, and said, "Sorry, my friend." As Mario looked at what came out, he noticed one thing of note, before his inevitable death, the flesh that was Mr. Hansworth chest was rotting skin, some of his rib cage poked through his skin. And then, as quickly as he had noticed it, he laid on the floor, a bullet in his head.
"Mario," Mr. Hansworth said, gesturing towards one of the butlers that stood with horror on his face, witnessing what had just happened. "Are you sure?" Mr. Hansworth said, grabbing his top hat, his right eye changed to a light blue color, the Geass symbol resonated within. "Oh, I am sorry about that, shame about that butler, he was a nice guy, shouldn't have been stealing money from you," the butler, now believing himself to be Mario, said, running up to Mr. Hansworth. "So, how are drug sales doing, how is everything doing," Mr. Hansworth said, walking down the wall, as the new Mario jogged by him. "Oh, it's great sir, great. Sales are through the roof, refrain, everything," the new Mario said. "Then schedule my meeting with Bischmark, he will be pleased with our recent burglary."
"My name is Stalin Hansworth. I was born, born, um, I was born in Germany, No, Brittania, No, damn it, where was I born. Oh, yeah, now I remember, these is so many towns in this world, I know them all by heart, Geass did this. But because of Geass I know where I was born. I was born, raised, and started my first crime empire in the Order of Geass' liar. My geass ability, what is my Geass power again. Um, I could alter memories, but not now. I think it's similar to that mind reading power I had previously. Oh, I remember, I remember well, I absorb knowledge, all knowledge. Not thoughts, emotions, but equations, and physics, and theories, and philosophy, but not the thoughts that go in people's heads. Not until I met Mao, he gave me the ability to know the knowledge of thoughts, and Charles gave me memories. Now I have infinite replacements for my rag tag friends from the Geass liar. They are all dead now, sad, I miss them. But now, I run all illegal activities in all the world, I know everything that was written and learned, and the world isn't fun anymore, it's not fun at all. Zero was fun, I loved watching him on TV, oh, he was fun, so fun," Hansworth said. In front of him, a giant image of Bischmark stood, seeming to be half asleep. "Oh, your done now, you've been repeating the same thing again and again for the last hour," Bischmark said. "Huh, I did, I thought I was thinking that," Hansworth said. "Even if you were thinking it, narration of your own life, and poorly at that, is still insane, if you're mafia wasn't of worth to us, then you would have been dead by now," Bischmark replied. "Or, you may have gone Boom Boom Boom," Hansworth replied, his face had a smile that was of genuine warmth, a look of glee all over his face. "And how is your location." "Shut up, I don't know who listening, but I know you know everything, but don't think I won't have someone put a bullet in your head for uttering our headquarters location," Bischmark yelled, slamming his hand onto the desk in front of him. "Oh, sorry about that, sorry about that, sorry about that. Hope we still be friends like mouse and cat, mouse and cat, mouse and cat," Hansworth sang in a high voice, not seeming to care that Bischmark was literally turning red. "Just send over the program to link the Geass locations," Bischmark yelled. The screen went blank, and Hansworth continued his song, "Oh, I hope there isn't a rat in the cat, a rat in the cat, cuz mouse and rat are pretty much the same, and we all hate people who are just like us."
Hansworth after finishing his song, got up from his chair, and walked out the door of his mansion. He walked three blocks north, two blocks west, and arrived at a nice tea shop. He liked the girl who worked there, she was nice, she was kind to him, she actually went half the mile and asked how his day was. She deserved better. There was a man at the counter this time, the manager, he was at the cashier. "So, where is Alice?" Hansworth said. "I'm sorry, she no long works here, she died in the explosion of that building," the manager replied, trying to hold back tears. "Oh," Hansworth said, turning around, walking, walking, two blocks east and three blocks south. He entered the mansion, and used the Memory Geass to convince Mario that he was someone else. For three hours, Mario punched, swore, and spit on Mr. Hansworth. He had changed Mario's memory to make it so he hated him. His rib cage broke, his bones were brittle due to stealing other's Geasses. His body hurt, tears flowing from his eyes. And he got up, and changed the new Mario's memories again to that of a butler. "Have I ever told you the one thing I hate about myself?" Mr. Hansworth said. "No, sir," the butler replied, in the same conversation that had happened hundreds of times before. "Well, if you know everything, all knowledge, you start to become arrogant, so arrogant that you disregard human life as insufficient. I stopped feeling things a long time ago. I stopped feeling sadness, but I want to cry, I want to cry for all the bad things I've done, I want to be forgiven, I want a purpose. So, to cry, I hurt myself, have other hurt me, so that I can shed the tears that the people deserve. Maybe, Zero can give me back my humanity."
Author's Note: So, this is confusing, I think. To sum of Stalin's Hansworth Geass. 1. He involuntarily takes people's book knowledge from their heads, but not there emotional knowledge. 2. With Geass uses, because he absorbs book knowledge, he copies Geass powers. However, because Geass is a mix of human consciousness and knowledge, and the power is based on the wishes of the heart, for example, Charles's Vi Britannia wanted to know the truth, so by altering memories, he changes the truth. With Mao, he wanted to better understand people, so he can read their minds. This resulted in it being rejected by his body, resulting in its rotting and severs deterioration. Well, that ends a pointless side chapter experiment, hope you like.