CHAPTER 48: HELL ON EARTH, PART 1
"Early man walked away,
As modern man took control,
Their minds weren't all the same,
To conquer was his goal.
So he built his great empire,
And he slaughtered his own kind,
Then he died a confused man,
Killed himself with his own mind."
-"We're Only Gonna Die" by Bad Religion
On November 22nd, a nuclear bomb threat was made on the city of Hillwood, and carried out by its perpetrator: Thaddeus Gammelthorpe, known by his alias 'The Freak'. Sent far below the surface of the Earth, the city of Hillwood was spared from the bomb's nuclear radiation, but not its destructive force.
Set off near a fault line running underneath the city, Hillwood faced an earthquake measuring 9.5 on the Richter scale, sending skyscrapers crumbling down, the ground splitting apart, and thousands if not millions of lives lost. The city of Hillwood lies on a landmass known as Lang Island, sitting outside the Pacific Ocean and separated from the mainland by the Skookumchuck River.
All bridges were destroyed in the resulting blast, leaving it completely cut off from the mainland and its citizens stranded. Despite overwhelming protests, Congress passed bill S.R. 719 to officially disown Hillwood from the United States, and was signed into law by President Millius Arcudi.
Under the Insurrection Act of 1807, the entire populace of the once-great city of Hillwood are stripped of their citizenships, and the United States Army is deployed around the island to ensure none of the citizens of Hillwood can escape. In an effort to solve this unprecedented event in the nation's history, Hillwood is not given any aid, but left to rot like a gangrenous wound, and all other nations are withheld from intervention.
Those surviving within the island are forced into a select set of choices for how to survive on the island: Join a gang in hopes of survival in numbers, attempt an escape in hopes that one might rejoin the nation, stand alone in hopes that one would simply be left alone, or commit suicide in hopes that a better life lies ahead of this one. These hopes are few, but all that exist for the people of Hillwood.
From its state of destruction and uninhabitable living conditions, combined with its limited resources, the city has unofficially been renamed by the populace 'Hellwood'.
There are none to deliver punishments in this hell on Earth, only the damned within and the worlds they have made for themselves.
The rules of the island city are simple: No one goes in, no one comes out.
DECEMBER 19TH
Destruction has overtaken much of the city of Hillwood; skyscrapers and other man-made architectures brought to their knees and reduced to rubble with the cataclysm that has brought ruin to this once-great city. Many homes have been demolished in the nuclear holocaust, leaving many to abandon the places that they once found sanctuary in and made a resting place of.
There are, however, some who had found some luck in their homes being untouched by the earthquake, and can still safely call their homes their homes. Such is the case with the Carpenter family, who keep their residence of a small apartment in a larger complex, under decent protection from would-be pilferers and pillagers.
The child of the family, a young girl named Mary Carpenter, is fortunate to have this comfortable of a life in Hellwood, as well as caring parents. Following a decent dinner with scavenged canned foods and even the luxury of a toaster pastry for dessert; reserved just for her as a show of love from her parents.
After the conclusion of the meal comes bedtime for Mary Carpenter, who is escorted to her bedroom by her parents.
"Remember to say your prayers before your bedtime, sweetie." Her mother said.
"Yes, mommy." Mary said.
Being left alone to pray, Mary kneeled before her bed and clasped her hands together, closing her eyes to speak to her god.
"Dear god, thank you for all you do. Thank you, god, for watching over all of us as children, and helping us to grow up strong." Mary prayed.
Following the great quake that had shaken Hillwood to its core, diluting it into the cursed earth known as Hellwood, the populace, without any centralized government or proper form of protection, began to gather into gangs and groups, forming provinces and territories for themselves.
Just as the Freak and his acolytes have brought the city to its knees, they have taken their own provinces and lands to rule over; living like warlords and dictators over the slices of Hellwood that they have claimed for themselves, crafting governments in their own images.
One such province is called 'The Farm', ruled over by the Jolly Olly Man. With food insecurity at the number one issue throughout Hellwood, the taboo of cannibalism that the Jolly Olly Man has been known for has become his leading trait, with many turning to feasting on human flesh for survival.
Scavengers, dissidents, and prisoners from other provinces aligned with the Freak are collected like cattle, butchered, processed, and eaten by the citizens of the Farm; trading in their sense of morality for only the insurance that they would never go hungry again.
The Jolly Olly Man is the head of the Farm, titled as its Chef de Cuisine. Though his citizens are indiscriminate over where their meat comes from, his cravings for the youngest flesh has still not left him. In a place of his status, he is now able to have all the children he desires to eat, and the resources to collect them. With all the pure protein received for a month, as well as some physical exercise, his slender build has finally given way to a larger body build, with plenty of muscle and fat on his body.
Today, however, he settles for a slightly more mature cut of meat, reserved for him and him alone. Stepping into his private quarters, inside his main building of governance of an abandoned slaughterhouse and meat factory, he greets his personal meal with a smile.
"Hi, Nadine. I can see that you're more than eager to get started today." Jolly Olly Man said.
Hanging on a meathook with a harness strapped to her body, Nadine, also known as Insect Girl, laid mercilessly at her captor once again. Being used as his private food source for so long, not much of her body remained: Her legs were gone, one arm was absent with a pinky finger missing from the other, her breasts were removed as were several inches of skin all over her body, and an eye and ear were gone from her face.
Looking at her victor once again, Nadine tried for some attempt at speech, as her tongue was long gone and eaten as well.
"K... K... Kill..." Nadine pleaded.
"Kill you? You keep saying that over and over; why on Earth would I want to kill you? You've been one of my favorite snacks over these past few weeks. You're a clever girl, and so pretty. A little old for my tastes, but I can forgive that this once. You are, of course, one of my oldest customers, and that makes you a special case. Say, I don't think I told you, you know how I got this whole place to myself? I really, really wanted to kill the Freak and all his buddies for leaving me for dead, I didn't know he was gonna have a nuke, but, when I got the offer of a whole place to myself, and all the children I could eat, I found it much easier to forgive and forget. Maybe you could do the same for all I've done for you." Jolly Olly Man said.
"Kill... me... kill..."
"Still unappreciative, are we? You should know, Wolfenstein just wanted to kill you. You're black, he's a Nazi; not a lot of ambiguity of what happens next. Why would you want to just be killed when serve a better purpose, and know you're serving it?"
Walking over to a set of meat-cutting tools and other items, the Jolly Olly Man picked up a dirty dog bowl, reserved from the rest for the following purpose.
"Oh, you know what time it is? That's right, it's lunchtime!" Jolly Olly Man said.
Reaching his fingers into his throat, the Jolly Olly Man brought forth a slew of vomit from his stomach, placing it into the bowl. Taking the bowl of regurgitation to Nadine's face, he slowly began pouring it into her mouth, force-feeding her the spew as her only source of sustenance.
Knowing that this would be the only meal she would be given to stay alive, and not allowed to reject it otherwise, Nadine let it slide down her throat. To ponder as to what digested pieces of human beings could be forced into her stomach made her shudder at the thought, and it made her thankful that her tongue was one of her first organs to go.
"That's right. Drink on up. You know, Wolfenstein didn't want to kill you right away. He won't admit it, but he's always been curious to try black pussy. He views it kind of like you would see bestiality, but, all by himself all this time, he's just deviant enough to try it. Fucking a black woman, I mean. Or even a guy. You never know with him. I've never been laid before, so it made me curious to give it a try. I bred one of our cattle once, didn't care for it. I tried young and old, woman and man, even fucked some of my personal cattle here and there. Never did anything for me." Jolly Olly Man said.
After giving Nadine her repulsive sustenance, she coughed and gagged in disgust at the 'food', trying to keep it down in her stomach as not to expunge it and anger the Jolly Olly Man. As her attempts continued on, the aforementioned cannibal moved back to his tools, selecting a dinner fork from the objects.
"Truth is, I just don't like fucking. I like eating. I always knew there was something missing from my life, and I'm thankful everyday for the Freak pointing it out to me. I love the taste of people. The savory, musky, salty, muscle and skin; I just can't get enough of it. The younger they are, the softer and more tender they are..." Jolly Olly Man began to say.
Stepping towards the suspended Nadine, he slowly inched the fork towards her face, aiming it right above her one remaining eye.
"...and I've had nothing but the youngest ever since." Jolly Olly Man said.
Driving the fork into her eyeball, the Jolly Olly Man slowly pulled the visual organ from her skull, drawing both the eye and screams out from Nadine. With blood coming out from the puncture wounds of the eyeball itself, more followed as the eye was pulled out of its socket.
Having her last sense of sight being taken away slowly, Nadine was forced to watch from her one remaining eyeball having an entire sense stolen from her. Seeing the sharp points of the fork at an angle not in any way healthy for a human being, followed by a loss of control of her eye from being removed from its place, the end of this suffering was in reach.
Plucking the eyeball out from its optic nerve, the Jolly Olly Man took away Nadine's eyesight in an instant, leaving her to continue screaming and crying from the pain. Placing the eyeball into his mouth, he slowly let it slide off the fork, letting him chew on it like a grape, slurping up the optic nerve like a string of spaghetti.
In the midst of enjoying his snack, the front door to his private quarters received a knock, summoning him away from Nadine's suffering, leaving her alone and helpless. Forsaking her back on her place, the Jolly Olly Man opened his door to see to this newly present concern.
"What do you want? I'm trying to eat." Jolly Olly Man said.
"Well, you told us to call you when the delivery takes place, sir. It's happening right now." The henchman said.
"Oh, goody! Take me there."
Following his henchman down the hallways of the slaughterhouse down to his place of interest, the Jolly Olly Man was met with a sight he had been waiting weeks for.
The Farm may seek out any form of cattle it can get its hands on, but the most desired ones they hunt for are pregnant women, with the incentive of a reward from the Jolly Olly Man himself. With one such piece of cattle laying before him, laid naked with legs wide open, he rubbed his hands together in anticipation, licking his lips in hunger.
Following a long, painful delivery process, which the Jolly Olly Man was present only for the last moment of it, the mother had finally delivered her child.
Or, as it happened, two children: One a boy, one a girl. The henchman in charge of the delivery process, a doctor with enough medical training in childbirth to oversee the event, severed the umbilical cords and laid the newborns on a chopping board for the Jolly Olly Man to observe.
Well aware of his reputation, the mother queasily watched on what happened next, knowing that her children would not survive for much longer.
"It's your lucky day, boss. Twins. Nothing beats a combo meal, am I right?" The doctor asked.
"Right you are. Well, with two delicious looking things right in front of me, I just don't know where to start." Jolly Olly Man said.
"Well, boss, why don't you-"
"Oh, no, wait, I know. First, let's save the boy for later."
Picking up the baby boy, the Jolly Olly Man carried it to a meat grinder, much to the nervousness of the mother.
"Wait! What are you going to do to him?" The mother asked.
"I said I was going to save him for later. I like to let my meat sit in the cooler for awhile before I get to it." Jolly Olly Man said.
Turning on the meat grinder, the blades to the machine began to spin and whir, like the jaws of a hungry beast opening wide for a meal. Obliging with the machine's offering, the Jolly Olly Man slowly lowered the baby boy into the meat grinder, dooming it to a horrible death.
Caught between the gears and blades of the meat grinder, the baby's legs were smashed and mulched in an instant, drawing a sickening scream from its first breaths of life, soon to be its last as well. As its groin and genitals followed, the remainders of its organs to go next, the baby's purple face stopped letting out any more screams; its unbearable pain either making it go in shock or die of fright on the stop, and the final result unclear.
Finally, as the meat grinder gulped up the last of the baby, sucking in its head and grinding it to pieces, the machine excreted up the mulched remains of the baby, spitting out a pile of ground beef freshly made from the life that had just arrived on Earth. Picking out a piece of the ground baby beef from the final product, the Jolly Olly Man tasted the meat, enjoying its delectable taste and tender chew.
While the Jolly Olly Man enjoyed his treat, the mother of the late baby wailed in nearly as much agony as her own offspring was in, but in a much more prolonged suffering rather than a quick and finite moment. Left to suffer in her restrains, bare and exposed to her captors and with no support, she tugged and struggled against them, unable to break free or let out her pain.
Upon seeing her remaining child, her daughter, the new focus of her attention, the torment was only just beginning, so she would find.
"Doc, you bag and freeze that for my private stash, help yourself to a bite or two if you like. I'm saving the bouncing baby boy for dinner. The little girl's my lunch." Jolly Olly Man said.
As the doctor followed through his orders, and took up the offer of a few bites of the baby boy, the Jolly Olly Man prepared a special ritual for the baby girl.
"So, have you thought of a name for her yet?" Jolly Olly Man asked.
"A... A name?" The mother cried.
"Yeah. It felt kind of wasteful not to name the boy, I feel like the girl should have one before she goes. It makes me feel a little accomplished, having eaten something with a name. How about 'Connie'? I knew this one girl back in school named Connie, and she was a big fan of Oingo Boingo. This was her favorite song in particular. I feel like it fits the occasion."
Turning to a boom box, the Jolly Olly Man pressed the 'PLAY' button, playing the song in his mind regarding this old schoolmate.
[Soundtrack Cue: Oingo Boingo - Little Girls]
Holding the baby Connie in one hand, the Jolly Olly Man prepared a large metal spike in the other, pressing it against the baby's genitals. Pushing the spike through her undeveloped vagina, the entry brought uncontrollable screeches from Connie; involuntarily put into a torturous sadomasochistic act far before any age of sexual maturity.
But even though the mother was even more offended by the nature of the act, such was not the intention of the Jolly Olly Man. Sticking the spike further through Connie's small body, screams were not the only things to come out from her mouth, but the other end of the spike followed as well.
Having put the helpless Connie on a makeshift spit, her screams turned to bloody gurgles under the impalement and her arms and legs flailing for help. The mother of the poor Connie knew that the cries and the reaches were for her to provide some help to her infant daughter, but she knew that she could do nothing.
Turning on a small gas fireplace, the Jolly Olly Man hovered Connie over its fire, letting her roast alive over it like a marshmallow. Just as the aforementioned treat turned from its bright white and fluffy exterior into a crispy and blackened snack, the baby Connie's pink and pale skin began turning to a charred black; her eyeballs so hot that they pop and leak over the fire and her gurgles and struggles dying down.
Finally, Connie stopped moving or making any noise whatsoever, signalling that she had died just as her brother had, but suffered a much longer death opposed to his. Holding up his fully cooked meal, the Jolly Olly Man began biting into Connie's flesh, eating her burnt body right before her mother's eyes, leaving the mother turned vilomah to plunge into further depths of insanity.
As the Jolly Olly Man continued to enjoy his meal, he dismissed the need for the mother to be present.
"Get her back to breeding. If she's capable of squeezing out more than those two delicious little rugrats, then I think we're all in for a very big treat." Jolly Olly Man said.
With two henchmen taking the mother away, she was quickly led back to a stable full of other women placed in cattle restraints. The air within the stable reeked of semen, sweat, urine, and other sexual secretions, making one nearly gag at the stench that loomed within the room.
Being placed on the restraints, the former mother was immediately put back to use, with several men lined up to use her for pleasure.
"I wanna go first. Since she just gave birth, I figure that should loosen her up enough for somebody big as me." One man said.
"Yeah, right. Wait your turn, asshole." Another man said.
As soon as the first man stepped up to the former mother, he immediately began thrusting away inside her, preparing to dump as much of his seed into her womb as quickly as he could. The same organ that had spent hours working tirelessly to giving life was now put to abuse for mindless pleasure.
Having no outlet to this hell, the woman could do nothing but cry.
Conversely, the Jolly Olly Man, having downed much of Connie, let out a loud belch, followed by a satisfied sigh.
"That just hit the spot." Jolly Olly Man said.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
"Thank you, god, for sending your merciful angels to look after all of us and protect us from the forces of evil." Mary continued.
Another province within Hellwood is an empire known as the 'Aryan Nation'; a fascistic wonderland with no minority in sight, and not one idea labeled as 'liberal' or any form of outsider influence is allowed. This province has started off small from its minute numbers of anyone declared 'pure' enough for the fuhrer's vision of the land.
The fuhrer of this land is the man with the goal and drive to see Hellwood cleansed of all undesirable colors and classes: Wolfenstein. Continuing to utilize his cybernetic limbs to carry out his genocide, he has taken to tattooing the American flag over his face, with a swastika on his chest and 'ANTI-NIGGER MACHINE' carved into his machine gun.
Standing behind an American flag with a Nazi Reichsadler spraypainted over it, made the official flag of the Aryan Nation, Wolfenstein held a rally with the men and women under his allegiance for a call to arms. Many were swept heavily into his ideology and his willingness to fulfill it, and others were merely along for hopes of a safe province to live, while still slowly falling into his influence.
Having many prisoners lined up before the crowd, among them some of the former Sunset Arms boarders Chris Jeong-sam, Barry Ronaldson, and Aaliyah. With each of them masked with black hoods over their heads, they were left completely at Wolfenstein's mercy, and left to hear him give his speech.
"Look at what you see laid before you: Nigger, chink, raghead, spic; all the useful idiots of the Jew. They bring these inferior and savage races to our country, replace us hard-working whites as their obedient slaves, and they expect us to sit back and take it. Well, no more, I say. NO MORE!" Wolfenstein shouted.
The crowd of his followers raised their fists with cheers, encouraging on Wolfenstein's speech.
"They try to drive us out of our country for a state that they can control to themselves. Well, they will not take this land from us. We were gifted this land, and we will cleanse it of all Jews and their influence! We will create a fourth reich that would put even the country of the original fuhrer himself to shame!" Wolfenstein shouted.
The crowd cheered him on once again, throwing their fists up in conjunction.
"Despite all their clever tricks and deceit, the Jew is little more than an animal at his core. They put others against one another in war, they hoard resources and wealth for their own selfish endeavors, they steal territory and kill children in the pursuit of a holy land for their false god, they mutilate the manhoods of themselves and their own children as well as many a white men, but they dare call US the ultimate evil! They call what we did to them 90 years ago the ultimate evil!" Wolfenstein shouted.
The crowd then jeered at the dismissive rant, joining their leader in their views against their perceived enemy.
"Our final solution for the Jew was not an evil one; it was merciful on the rest of the world. Is it evil to crush the cockroach when it spreads disease and death? Is it evil to ward off termites from eating away the foundations of our homes? Is it evil to trap and crush the rat for eating the food that belongs in our bellies? No! Of course not! It is not evil nor war to snuff out an infectious species that was let loose upon the Earth! It is pest control!" Wolfenstein shouted.
The crowd returned to their cheers, finding pride in the words of their leader.
"Our mission as the white man began 90 years ago with a great man who needs no mention, who successfully cleansed this Earth of 6 million Jews before their allies came and brought out glorious conquest to an end, relying on the inferior races to come to his aide once again! For decades, they have been breeding and building up their ranks, preparing for their replacement of the white man for their own ends! To that, I have news for the Jew: So have we!" Wolfenstein shouted.
The crowd cheered yet again; energy within the crowd building further up from each word.
"We will make Hellwood our own Berlin, taking back this land from whatever scraps of Jew, nigger, spic, or otherwise remain in this city and prepare ourselves for the next theater of our war: America! Then, the world!" Wolfenstein shouted.
Elated from the declaration of war, the followers of Wolfenstein let out one longer and even louder cheer, firing weapons into the air and holding blades high.
Having garnered enough support out of his followers, Wolfenstein moved his attention to the several prisoners on their knees before him, readying a handgun in his hand. Stepping forward to the first prisoner, he placed the handgun firmly against the back of his head, putting his finger to the trigger.
"And we will make our start... here!" Wolfenstein shouted.
Pulling the trigger to his handgun, Wolfenstein shot through the prisoner's head; the bullet exiting through his face and the exit wound causing his face to expand and spread out to the ground in an explosion. As the crowd cheered on the execution, Wolfenstein moved on to the next one, again placing his weapon to the back of his head and firing a bullet through his skull.
While he moved on to the other prisoners, Chris and Aaliyah knew that they were soon to be next to be executed. Remembering thoughts of her younger brother sharing a similar fate, Aaliyah reached her hand over to Chris', holding it tightly. Recognizing the hand as Aaliyah's, Chris turned his head over to her, facing her even if the hood over his head would not allow him to see her.
"I do not want to die alone." Aaliyah said.
"I don't wanna die at all. Especially not like this." Chris said.
"Neither do I. But if I must, I would at least like the company of a friend before my death, especially a friend who has made me feel as safe and warm as you have."
Holding her hand as she held his, Chris and Aaliyah kept their hands locked tightly; neither intent on letting the other go. In these final moments that they were sharing, the couple's fear of death seemed to melt away with the comfort they provided one another, even when it came so close like this.
Just before Wolfenstein pulled the trigger of his gun, having put it to Chris' head, he took notice of their gentle embrace, retracting his weapon to take advantage of it.
"Well, well, well. What have we here? A little spark of romance before death? How fucking sweet. Let's let you two face each other, shall we?" Wolfenstein asked.
Grabbing the hoods off of their faces, Wolfenstein let the two friends face each other, only to start regretting his near-execution of Chris upon seeing his complexion.
"What-? A Jap? What the fuck? Who brought a damn Jap for me to shoot? I told you assholes, Japs and Italians we don't kill!" Wolfenstein shouted.
"No, stop, please, I'm not a Jap- I mean, I'm not Japanese. I'm Korean." Chris said.
"Oh. Ha! Is that so? Well, that's too bad, zipperhead. You should've said you were a Jap, I would've let you go. You might not have been able to breed, but I would've at least let you live. Too bad, you gotta die."
Wolfenstein prepared his handgun to his face once again, but not before being stopped by another of his followers.
"Hey, wait a minute, Wolfie. We're letting Japs go because they fought with us in the Great War, right?" One follower said.
"Yeah, so?" Wolfenstein asked.
"The Japs took Korea during that time. Wouldn't that technically make him a Jap as well?"
Simple as the question was, it did drive Wolfenstein's imagination long enough to contemplate murdering his prisoner and lower his weapon once again.
"Huh. That's a good question." Wolfenstein said.
"No, it wouldn't! The Japs also took over the chinks during that time! What next? You wanna just let all the gooks go? One yellow nigger's just the same as another! Just kill 'em all!" One follower said.
"No, no, you do that, you shit on everything the Japs did for us in the Great War! Does honor mean nothing to you?" Another follower said.
"So what? The Japs back then weren't the same as the Japs back then! Japs then were men of honor who died for their causes, Japs today are perverts who draw child porn and make disgusting sex toys! I say we waste all the Japs anyway, their ancestors would thank us!" A different follower said.
Annoyed by the heated discussion that his followers were taking, Wolfenstein shot his handgun into the air, silencing the talks.
"ENOUGH! I decide who lives and dies in our land! Now, let me think!" Wolfenstein shouted.
"NO! Stop this stupid crap! You wanna kill me, then kill me already! I'm right here!" Chris said.
"And why are you so eager to die? You feel some kinda guilt for what your race has done, subservient to the enemy?"
"No. It's because I care about this woman, and I won't let her die alone. If you kill her, then you've gotta kill me, too."
"But why? You've got a clear chance to walk away if you play your cards right, and yet you choose to die for a sand nigger?"
"Her name is Aaliyah. She's my friend, and I'm her friend. We're all that we've got left together in this world, what's left of it. Do I choose to die for her? No. I choose to die with her."
Finally becoming convinced by Chris' argument, Wolfenstein scratched his chin for a moment, eventually smiling upon coming to his conclusion.
"Alright. If that's how you want it." Wolfenstein said.
Aiming his handgun right to Chris' face, Wolfenstein pulled the trigger, sending chunks of his brain flying through the air, and his body collapsing to the ground. Horrified at the fate that her friend had taken, Aaliyah crawled to his body, laying her hands on him and shedding tears over his corpse.
"Oops, did I say I was gonna kill you both? No, I didn't, did I? Why don't we have some fun with the kebab first? Everybody?!" Wolfenstein asked.
The crowd cheered in support of their leader's idea, liking the idea of humiliating their prisoner before her death.
"It's decided, then. Let's have some fun. Hey, dune coon, on your feet." Wolfenstein said.
Pressing his handgun to Aaliyah's chin, Wolfenstein brought her standing up again, turning her to face the crowd.
"You know, my country spends both millions of dollars and lives just to kill you savage towelheads, when all you do is murder each other, anyways. I could just kill you right now, but that would just be too damn wasteful, and not so creative. Tell me something, I know you Arab women shave your pussies because your god tells you to, don't you?" Wolfenstein asked.
Aaliyah did not answer the question; turning her head from Wolfenstein in shame and embarassment, leaving him to chuckle.
"Well, you know, I wouldn't be caught dead putting my dick in anything dark like you... but I bet most of my people wouldn't be so discriminate. I know how you're supposed to keep yourself pure and all that bullshit for your fake god, and they would absolutely love to ravish someone like you. Take your clothes off." Wolfenstein said.
Aaliyah shuddered in hesitation at the order, making her grip herself in fear. Not allowing her to disobey him, Wolfenstein placed his gun back to her to force her.
"I SAID, TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF, DESERT BITCH!" Wolfenstein shouted.
Trying to act in self-preservation, Aaliyah began slowly removing her clothes. Starting with her hijab, arguably the least significant of her clothing, she slowly moved on to her shirt and pants, hesitating before removing the final undergarments. The crowd cheered on every removal of garb from her body, and let out louder cheers with the loss of her bra and panties.
With the lone and frightened Aaliyah left exposed and humiliated before the crowd, she shed tears of pain from her treatment; both grieving Chris and garnering self-pity.
"Whoo, look at your body. You're just so damn pretty, it's a shame you're not white. Hell, I'm tempted to break in that brown virgin pussy right now and feel those dirty dog flaps around my cock. I'd love showing a sand nigger like you what a real man's like, and not like those old, smelly, long-bearded perverts from whatever shit-hole desert you crawled out of. But, I think the rest of the crowd deserves a treat this time around, don't you?" Wolfenstein asked.
Pushing the nude Aaliyah into the crowd, the numerous militant men and women immediately began surrounding her, removing their pants to gang-rape her and further add to her suffering. With one man taking to her exposed womb and a woman sitting on her face, many more were lining up to take their turns.
As the crowd continued gang-raping their victim, Wolfenstein moved on to the final prisoner to be executed: Barry Ronaldson.
Having joined his fellow former boarders Chris and Aaliyah in leaving the Sunset Arms Boarding Home, he cannot help but feel guilty for contributing to the decisions that had led to this point in time. Regrets were shared for his friends, but he did not have any for himself. Being an old man in his later years, death was a subject that crept in the back of his mind for some time, though never would he expect an end like this.
So, true to his nature as a singer, he took to singing an old and famous song to ease the moment; his love for music leading him to a more peaceful death.
"I see trees of green...
Red roses too...
I see them bloom...
For me and you...
And I think to myself...
What a wonderful world..." Barry sang.
Catching ear of the song, Wolfenstein had lowered his weapon from its place on the back of Barry's skull, listening in to the performance.
"I see skies of blue...
And clouds of white...
The bright blessed day...
The dark sacred night...
And I think to myself...
What a wonderful world..." Barry sang.
Fully retracting the gun from his prisoner, Wolfenstein crossed his arms and placed his gun underneath one arm, giving his full attention to Barry.
"The colors of the rainbow...
So pretty in the sky...
Are also on the faces...
Of people going by...
I see friends shaking hands...
Saying, 'How do you do'?
They're really saying...
'I love you'...
I hear babies cry...
I watch them grow...
They'll learn much more...
Than I'll never know...
And I think to myself...
What a wonderful world...
Yes, I think to myself...
What a wonderful world..." Barry sang.
With his prisoner giving one final performance before the end of his life, Wolfenstein let out a smile and a small moment of applause, taking in this moment that was shared with just him and his victim. Carrying the satisfaction of the song with him, he placed the gun back to the back of Barry's head, pressing against the trigger.
"Thank you." Wolfenstein said.
Then, Wolfenstein pulled the trigger.
Executing the last of his victims, the towering cybernetic Nazi stood in silence for a moment, still letting his mind process the moment of music that was shared with him, even when said singer was meeting with his death. The motion gave some brief thought in his mind, but it was stored away for later upon seeing the results of his actions with Aaliyah.
The crowd, all having their fill of their prisoner, held up severed parts of Aaliyah's body, including her head, a leg, a breast, and various other pieces. Celebrating the leader that was leading them on a path of genocide in the hopes for a better world than the one they were living in, the crowd chanted...
"WOLFENSTEIN! WOLFENSTEIN! WOLFENSTEIN!" The crowd cheered.
Taking in the applause and adoration of his crowd, Wolfenstein looked upon them, his smile curving with the American flag tattooed on his face, and chuckled.
"Thank you for your many and faithful servants that serve you and help us walk along the path of righteousness." Mary prayed.
Just as Wolfenstein had built up his own province on his own ideology, Saint Lila had made a land for herself based on her own beliefs and vision of a better world. The province she had made for herself had been given the name 'God's Country', creating a Christian theocracy with only one constitution for the land: The Bible.
With over half of the populace of Hillwood identifying as Christian in some way or another, such a place to live does not seem so bad in comparison to the prior two options, making it the most commonly-chose place to migrate to for shelter in Hellwood. However, with the Bible being the only constitution of the land, many soon discovered some more unkind verses that bring forth more negatives than positives.
Going by the teachings of the holy figure of the book, Jesus Christ, government is nearly non-existent; reduced to only select armed enforcers named 'Crusaders', and operates on something comparable to communism. Where the very idea of Christianity and communism sharing any relation might seem alien and intimidating to American Christians, but the citizens of God's Country have found how their messiah's words work in practice.
As by the teachings on the Sermon on the Mount, the concept of wealthiness in opposed and stigmatized, food is shared freely with one another, hotels and housing units are treated as public squares and free for anyone to rest in, healthcare is offered to anyone in need of it for free, violence is almost non-existent, and everyone works together for their land to thrive.
Even with these perks, God's Country is not without its many issues, rules, and regulations that hold back its citizens. As many positive verses exist in the Bible, there also exist several commandments that warrant death if broken, resulting in the need of the armed Crusaders within God's Country.
With pork and shellfish banned from the province, what food is shared is limited in supply. Women are not allowed to teach or act independently, making them second-class citizens in God's Country. None are allowed to work on the Sabbath, even when constant work must be done to keep up food supply. Sexual acts are strictly regulated to heterosexual pairings with only vaginal sex as an option, done with the purpose to procreate, and only permitted by marriage with no option of divorce, and all other acts punishable by death.
Hoping that they would not come to find such horrid consequences, the Grossman family make this place their home, becoming one of many that come to this land in hopes of an easier place to live in Hellwood. The delusion settles in their minds well, and they do not suspect any trouble will come their way.
Trivial it is, but the first of the Grossmans' troubles started with Herbie Grossman, scratching at his now-growing beard, groaning in annoyance.
"You okay, Herb?" Goldie asked.
"Fine. Just not used to this beard. I never let it grow out more than this, always got so itchy. I really miss shaving." Herbie said.
"Try not to say that so loud, you know that-"
"I know, I know. No shaving allowed, Leviticus 19:27. They made that one perfectly clear when we got here. I wish I'd paid more attention in Sunday school for rules like this."
"Well, if it helps, you look very manly with your new beard. I like it."
"Heh. At least I've got that. Maybe I can get used to some of this after all."
Continuing their walk down the streets of God's Country, the Grossman children began to grow hungry; their stomachs growling loudly.
"Mommy, daddy, when are we going to get some food?" Annie asked.
"Soon, sweetie. We'll find a food bank that has something to eat somewhere aroud here." Herbie said.
While the conversation carried on, a man crept around the corner in watch of the family, taking most of his time watching the unsuspecting, young, and hungry Annie. A dark desire began to build in his heart from watching the young girl; one that would not have been tolerated and accepted in Hillwood.
But this is no longer Hillwood. This is Hellwood, and he is in God's Country.
"Why can't we just check some old restaurant for food or something? I remember there being a good shrimp place around here." William said.
"No, sweetie. We can't have shrimp anymore. That's part of the rules of this place." Goldie said.
"Aw, but I really liked that place. They made the shrimp really well."
As the family came near his corner, the predator reached out and snatched his prey, grabbing Annie and discreetly pulling her back while covering her mouth.
"I know, honey, I know. Just hold on. We'll find somewhere to eat soon." Goldie said.
"Just hold on, son. We'll be just fine soon enough." Herbie said.
"But I'm really, really hungry." William said.
"I know you both are, we'll find some food-"
Before Herbie could finish his sentence, a loud scream was heard only a few feet away, prompting the whole family to turn its direction. The voice of the scream struck an uncomfortable familiarity with the father, and it became even more discomforting when noticing the absence of his daughter.
"Oh, god, no." Herbie whispered.
Rushing to the sound's location with the rest of his family following him, the Grossmans received a damning image upon reaching the alleyway. Annie was lying on the ground with a man pinning her down, sexually penetrating her right before her own family to bear witness to.
Filled to the brink with murderous rage over the treatment of his young daughter, Herbie immediately rushed to his daughter's defense.
"GET OFF MY DAUGHTER, YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" Herbie shouted.
Before Herbie could make an approach to the rapist of his daughter, two armed Crusaders of God's Country stepped forward and aimed their rifles towards him, stopping him right in his tracks. Caught between the urge to save his daughter and being held at gunpoint, Herbie was forced into a state of confusion and frustration, trying to plead with the Crusaders.
"What are you people doing?! Don't you see what he's doing to my daughter?!" Herbie shouted.
"Is your daughter married?" One Crusader asked.
"W-What?!"
"Is your daughter married?"
"No! What does-"
"Is she engaged to be married?"
"No! What's the meaning of this?!"
"Well, sir, if your daughter's not married or engaged to be married, then there's no law against god being broken here. He's simply following Deuteronomy 22:28 to 29: "If a man find a damsel that is a virgin, which is not betrothed, and lay hold on her, and lie with her, and they be found, then the man that lay with her shall give unto the damsel's father fifty shekels of silver, and she shall be his wife; because he hath humbled her, he may not put her away all his days."
The rapist pulled out a large bag of canned food and put it before the family, providing his payment according to the verse.
"Right, and here's my fifty shekels." The rapist said.
"50 shekels equates to about 15 dollars, and that's more than 15 dollars worth of food. We checked, everything's down to the 'T'. Please take your payment and move on, sir." The Crusader said.
"What?! 'Payment'?! Are you insane?! That's my daughter! Am I supposed to just shut up and walk away?! How can you people just stand there?!" Herbie screamed.
"That's the rules according to the Bible, sir. We're just following what it says. Our opinion on the matter is irrelevant."
"You... fucking monsters! Fine, I'll kill him myself!"
Herbie's attempt against the rapist was once again cut short by the Crusaders holding their rifles to him, each with their fingers on the triggers.
"You don't get it, sir, we could kill you right now for that act. You kill him, we have to kill you. You try to kill him, we have to kill you. You even hold any hate for him, we have to kill you. If you don't believe us, start reading your Bible some more. Right now, you have a pretty easy out to this. All you have to do is take the food, a large amount of food, I might add, and walk away. You can feed the rest of your whole family with that, and have one less mouth to feed. She'll be his problem. We've been forced to shoot people for lesser sins." The Crusader said.
"And what about the commandment 'Thou Shall Not Kill'? Does that not apply to you, too?" Herbie asked.
"That's also before all the listings for who to kill, and why. Anything other than those guidelines, no killing, but any attempt on his life or even resentment means you have to die, too. Listen to me, your daughter's not your daughter anymore, she's his wife now, or at least will be. She's not a factor anymore. The question is, are you going to walk out of here and take care of your family, or die here, and leave them to die? It's up to you."
Stuck within an impossible choice to make, Herbie Grossman began to break down and fall to his knees, shedding tears over his lost daughter. Still trying to make the choice easier for his fellow countryman, the Crusader lowered his weapon, picked up the bag of food, and placed it in Herbie's hand, sending him on his way.
"Come on, sir, I'll make it easy for you. I don't wanna have to kill you. Just walk away. Just walk away." The Crusader pleaded.
After the Crusader's encouragement, Herbie began walking on his own, still shedding tears over his failure to save his daughter. With Annie still crying in forced esctacy and agony, emotions that a child should not have forced on them, the Grossmans walked away torn at the heart, with a piece of their family left behind.
While Herbie was silent in his discontempt, Goldie and William were not so calm in their protests.
"Dad! How could you?! How could you do this to Annie, you piece of crap?!" William shouted.
"You son of a bitch, Herbie! Are you really going to just walk away while our daughter is getting raped?!" Goldie shouted.
"We don't have a choice." Herbie said.
"Bullshit! If that's the rules we have to deal with in this place, then fuck the Bible, and fuck their god, this is bullshit!"
As soon as Goldie finished her sentence, her and William were gunned down by the Crusaders, further adding to his horror and shock. Turning to the Crusaders, their guns still smoking in their hands, Herbie fell to his knees again, screaming for an explanation for their murders.
"WHY?! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! WE WERE LEAVING!" Herbie shouted.
"Exodus 21:17: 'And he that curseth his father, or his mother, shall surely be put to death.' The kid had to go. Matthew 10:37: 'He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me: and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me.' Your wife had to go. Sorry. If you need a new wife, you can join the Crusaders. Put that anger somewhere else more helpful. If you do, tell 'em Matthew sent you." The Crusader said.
Left with his daughter stolen from him and his wife and son dead, Herbie Grossman was left nothing left to his name but a bag of food; enough sustenance to keep himself fed for a long time, but with a life empty and meaningless. Taking one last look at his daughter, making eye contact with her, Herbie walked away, leaving his daughter at the mercy of her rapist.
Between grunts and moans, Annie called out for her father, hoping he would come back to her aide, but gained no such luck.
"Daddy?! Come back! Help me! Daddy! DADDY!" Annie shouted.
Not too far away within God's Country also lies its governing body: An abandoned Catholic church, home to its head leader, Saint Lila. Residing on the top floor of the church, she watches her land as a shepherd does her flock, seeing that no sin goes unpunished under her watched.
But she does not reside alone in this tower, residing with her is a young boy that she has taken advantage of for her own desires, a boy named Joey. Having previously molested this boy under the nose of his mother, soon on the run from the law from her actions, she now has no more fear of consequences with his mother dead and a nation to herself.
Now, she is free to enjoy him to her heart's content.
Taking in the boy as they laid in bed, Saint Lila holds Joey tight, encouraging him to continue thrust further into her. The experiences and emotions that he is given are to much for his young mind to handle, but he cannot stop himself from further indulging in these passions; his body starting to move on its own.
"Yes, that's it... Fuck me, Joey... Keep fucking me..." Saint Lila moaned.
Digging her nails into his back, Saint Lila sent a shot of pain through Joey's mind; piercing through the pleasure in a bizarre mix that he could not handle. With many of his troubles of past being only simple things like school and other juvenile concerns, he finds his own sense of identity leaving him; his only thoughts being on this pleasure and getting as much of it as he can.
And Saint Lila herself is not too far from difference in that goal.
"Yes... Just like that, Joey... I'm almost there..." Saint Lila moaned.
Following through his orders to continue, Joey continues to thrust away in her, intent on making his own climax arrive. His body tingles and quivers under the eustress, his eyes squeeze tightly shut, and his legs start to go numb; the rest of his body moving involuntarily and drilling to completion with his captivating partner.
Finally, his body released its load; the clear, immature semen filling Saint Lila's womb, unable to fertilize her. Gripping him tighter as he ejaculated, Saint Lila squeezed his body tightly against hers; intent on getting as much of his small and young member in her body as she could, defiling his even further.
"YES! YES, ARNOLD! YES!" Saint Lila shouted.
As the pedophilic act came to an end, both parties were left to catch their breaths, with Joey lying in the arms of Saint Lila. With her as his only form of a caretaker, his mother dead at her hands, he is forced with nowhere else to go but at her side, leaving him to cry in her arms after his climax.
Continuing on her motherly act to her victim, Saint Lila lightly brushed his hair, soothing him with calming words.
"Shh, don't cry, Joey. You're such a good boy, you're a faithful servant of god, and you make me feel so good. You shouldn't have gone to the police all that time ago, telling them about what we did. What we have now is very special. My daddy used to do this with me when I was your age. He needed my help, and I was there to help him. I have you now to help me, and you'll have someone to help you when you're grown. You're such a good little boy. I do love you very much." Saint Lila said.
Getting up from the bed, Saint Lila laid a kiss on his head and placed on a nightgown, letting him rest in the bed to recover as she stepped out.
"You just lay down and relax now. I need to get some water. Do you want anything?" Saint Lila asked.
Joey did not answer; still crying in silence.
"I'll be right back, baby. I want to do something just for you to make you feel good." Saint Lila said.
As Saint Lila left to refresh herself, Joey was left with his own thoughts, what little remained of them after his weeks of continuous forced sexual pleasure eating away at his thoughts and consciousness. Rocking back and forth and place on his bed, he knew that what he was experiencing was not a positive emotion, and he wished desperately for his torment to end.
Taking a look to the window to the room, an idea came to Joey's mind, leading him to follow it through to gain his ultimate escape.
Returning to the room, Saint Lila started to remove her nightgown, ready to continue her criminal consummation with Joey.
"That's better. Now, I want to take you in my mouth again like we did the first time, Joey. I know you really enjoyed-" Saint Lila began to say.
Finding herself speaking to an empty bed, she looked around the room for a sign of Joey, only to find no trace of him remaining anywhere in the room. Noticing an open window at the end of the room, Saint Lila stepped over to it, looking out of the window in curiosity.
Taking a look outside the window, she looked to the long drop to the ground to find Joey's body laying on it; broken in pieces and draining blood along the street. The display of the deceased Joey following his suicide was distressing to Saint Lila, but not enough to make her shed a tear; her emotions leading to disappointment more than anything else.
"Hmm. That's such a shame. I just wanted to make you feel good like I did. Oh, well. At least I know I'll see you in heaven someday. I know Jesus will take care of you until then." Saint Lila said.
"And thank you, god, for sending your only son, Jesus, to die for our sins so that we can all live in heaven together." Mary prayed.
Though these 3 provinces are governed and ruled by these 3 supervillains; the Jolly Olly Man, Wolfenstein, and Saint Lila, none of it would come into existence without the lynchpin to the entirety of Hellwood: Thaddeus 'Curly' Gammelthrope, known to the people of Earth as the Freak.
Where his 3 followers have their provinces to watch over, each intent on expanding their own empires throughout Hellwood, the Freak does not share such dreams. As his followers carry out plans of conquest across Hellwood with the intent of taking it all, the Freak chooses to hole himself at Quigley Stadium, the home of the Hillwood Black Sox and retired baseball player Mickey Kaline.
Having brought Hillwood to ruins and apparently defeating the Green Eye, there is not much purpose left to his life but to live out some form of retirement in the kingdom he has made for himself. Making a castle out of the former stadium, the Freak is left to his own other machinations to bide his time.
And, with the powers of the Spirit Master, he has more than plenty of time on his hands.
A young girl is brought to his chambers by force; stripped nude, vulnerable, and alone in the dark. With the door shut behind her, and no other trace of light to be found, fear sinks into her mind, and there is a sense that she will not leave this place alive, as much as she tries to hold back against it.
Suddenly, a light came on, bringing both a gasp from her and a chair in view from the light.
"Sit down." A voice said.
Slowly walking over to the chair, the girl sat down, covering her breasts and vulva with her arms and legs crossed.
"Ha-ha. You don't need to cover yourself like that. I know what a naked woman looks like. Relax, sit back. You're probably scared to death, poor little thing." The voice said.
Though her own common sense would lead her to not comply with the request, her survival instincts led her to follow through; not wishing to anger the voice.
Then, the one source of light went black, making her nearly jump out of her place in the chair. However, upon trying to exit the chair, the woman found herself restrained onto the chair; unable to move or flee from this place, left at the mercy of the man behind the voice.
And the notion that she would not escape here alive had become the only thing on her mind.
Once again, the light came on, but this time giving her a view of her captor, coming face-to-face with the Freak himself.
"Hi there." The Freak said.
The woman could not bring herself to dare a response to the Freak; only turning her head away and closing her eyes. Having his victim restrained and left for him to explore, the Freak began running his hands over the woman's body, feeling her shoulders, her breasts, her sides, her thighs, and eventually running a hand between her legs.
The action drew some light moans out of the woman, even though she did not intentionally let these erotic sounds out.
"That's it. Come on and have some fun. This is supposed to be a party. Everybody else's having fun." The Freak said.
"What? What do you mean, 'everyone else'?" The woman asked.
"Oh, I haven't introduced you. Meet all my friends."
Turning on the rest of the lights to the room, the woman was shown the rest of the individuals that were in the room with her, or, rather, what remained of them. Bodies of deceased victims were lined up against the walls of the room, many with organs and limbs missing or rearranged in macabre and disturbing combinations.
One man was split completely in half, with both halves aligned as one, with his organs hanging forth like a set of windchimes, a woman had her severed head shoved into her vagina and pubis slit open to show her face, the torsos of a man and a woman were sewn together, just to name some of the horrific abominations that were present in this torture room.
Terrified by the display of gore and bodily horror throughout the room, the woman immediately cried out for help, crying as she screamed, and tried to remove herself from her chair. Still restrained onto the chair, there was no way she could escape, leaving her at the mercy of the Freak and whatever evil acts he had in store for her.
To lure her into a false sense of security, the Freak gently stroked her face, leaving her to slow her screaming and crying temporarily.
"Shh, that's it. Don't cry so much. It's alright." The Freak said.
"Pl-please, don't hurt me. I'll give you whatever you want. Anything at all, I'll give it to you." The woman said.
The plea for freedom brought a sense of amusement to the Freak, leaving him to chuckle at her begging.
"Anything I want? You'll really give me anything I want?" The Freak asked.
"Yes, y-yes, anything. Just don't hurt me, please." The woman pleaded.
"Is that so? Tell me, then, what do I want?"
"I... I, uh..."
"You don't know what I want. But that's not the main problem. I don't know what I want. You see, I had only one goal in mind. I wanted to break the Green Eye, to defeat him, to prove him wrong. But I haven't seen him since the bomb blew. I haven't sensed his presence at all. I don't know if he's even still alive. All I've got now is this... shithole of a place to live."
The Freak temporarily stepped away to retrieve the tool for his next act, selecting a knife. Returning to the woman, he sent her further back into fear, holding the blade close to her.
"No... Don't do this..." The woman said.
"People call this place 'Hellwood'. That's exactly what this place feels like. Hell. I've been here nearly a month, and I hate every part of it. But I'm the one who created this. I'm responsible for how things all turned out here. If I'm the person who created Hell, then you know what that makes me?" The Freak asked.
The Freak lowered his knife over the woman's leg, preparing to drive it down.
"The devil." The Freak answered.
Driving the knife into the woman's leg, the Freak began cutting through it, slicing down to open it up an expose the bone. With each second the blade cut through flesh and tissue and muscle, the woman screamed in complete agony, unable to bear the torture she was put under. As the Freak repeated his motion on her other leg, the woman screamed once again, eventually coming to a stop, trading her screams for cries.
Forced through terrible fear and pain, the woman urinated herself on the chair, leaking her liquid waste onto the floor and sitting in her own urine.
"Heh. How'd you know I was into watersports?" The Freak joked.
"It hurts... please stop it... it hurts so much..." The woman pleaded.
"I know it hurts. That's the point. I need you to hurt so I can understand."
"...Understand?"
"That's right. I've been here in Hellwood so long, I forgot what it is that makes life anymore. Why do people keep going on, despite when everything around is total shit now? I thought so many people would just kill themselves by now, but, no. You're far too persistent. I want to know why. I want to understand why you continue to live."
Leaning her chair back, the woman sent herself falling back on the floor, causing the chair to break. Having partially freed herself from the hold of the chair, she tried to crawl her way backwards from the Freak, only to have him step back forward to her, kneeling over her body.
Taking his knife in hand once again, the Freak began stabbing her repeatedly; each stab drawing forth blood and a piece of her life. Following stab after stab in a motion that would not slow nor cease, the woman slowly but surely died under her repeated stabs, left as a dead body under the Freak's feet.
Not content with ending her life, the Freak made a cut from her neck to her crotch, pulling the skin apart to reveal her internal organs.
He needs to dig for answers.
Continuing on his search for the answer to life, the Freak tore out pieces of the dead woman, starting with her heart. This organ is responsible for supplying the rest of the body with blood; very important, but not the main cause. Tossing the piece he continues to tear for more.
He needs to dig for answers.
Tearing out a lung, he inspects it as well. This organ is responsible for giving the body oxygen, keeping the rest active; also important, but not what he is looking for.
He needs to dig for answers.
Reaching and pulling out the uterus, he holds the organ in his hands, feeling the cervix with his fingers. This organ is responsible for bringing more life to Earth, and one of these was his home during his conception; close, but still not what he is in search for, so he tosses it aside.
He needs to dig for answers.
Mindlessly digging through organ after organ, feeding his sick, nihilistic mind with a sense of discovery that seeks out an answer to his questions, he eventually tears apart every organ in the woman's body, leaving him with merely an empty shell of a corpse; depleted of life by his own hands.
He has not found the answers, but he must still dig for more.
At the apartment of the Carpenters, Mary gives the final words to her prayer, giving the last thanks to her god.
"Thank you, god, and may you continue to keep us safe. Amen." Mary said.
Tucking herself into her bed, Mary proceeded to go to sleep, closing her eyes and letting her consciousness drift away into more peaceful territories of dreams. Where she cannot find the greatest peace in this world, she hopes that she will one day find peace in somewhere else than here.
While letting herself fade into sleep, her mother stepped into the room, laying a good-night kiss on her forehead before her last breath of consciousness.
"Mommy? Why did god leave us here in Hellwood where he knows people hurt? Why do people have to live like this?" Mary asked.
Her mother let out a brief sigh, unable to give a satisfying answer to her daughter's question.
"Let's just hope that god can give us the answer soon." Her mother said.
Giving her daughter one final kiss, she exited the room to allow her daughter sleep.
Unsatisfied with his work on what remained of the woman, the Freak exited his room of pain, leaving it behind to catch his breath outside. In search of answers to the questions that linger in his mind, in hopes that he can fill the void in his heart and mind that eat away at him, he finds annoyance in his options of trying to answer that question.
Where he once found his acts of sadism and torture fun and enjoyable, he no longer shares such thoughts on his cruel actions. Instead, they begin to bore him; leaving him wishing for something more to his life as it exists now, but, ultimately, he knows that this is all he is stuck with.
Then, something happened which changed that thought.
A shot of thought went through his mind; a thought that was not his, but one that was all too familiar from his past encounters. This thought belonged to the Green Eye, and sensing him in the air could only mean one thing, and it was the only thing that could bring him satisfaction at this point:
The Green Eye still lived.
Giddy at this fact, the Freak gave an excited smile, having greater plans for his enemy once again.
"Hey Arnold... welcome back." The Freak said.