CHAPTER 59: INGLORIOUS BASTARDS, PART 3
War is coming between black and white.
That is the essential of the challenge that lies now for Arnold Shortman, necessitating his alter-ego of the Green Eye once again as well as the rest of the Hillwood Heroes. Bringing the remainder of the group up to speed, the Green Eye led his team on to his new and most pressing mission yet:
Prevent a race war between the Aryan Nation and New Mecca.
Trekking down the streets of Hellwood towards New Mecca, the heroes tread down the borders between the territory and their home turf of Old Hillwood, moving through towards dangerous territory. With only a group of 4; the Green Eye, the Star of David, Bad Boy and Lars Rodriguez, their small numbers making their main priority on the trip to stay as close together as possible.
Unfortunately for the group, this means that they are within speaking range of Lars Rodriguez, wearing a T-shirt that imitated the appearance of an apron, with text reading 'KISS THE COCK'. As always, he is never short of obnoxious and inappropriate conversation, most of which involve his numerous, dangerous, idiotic, and often illegal sexcapades shared aloud for the whole group to hear.
"And that was the second time I got herpes. Wanna hear how I got 'em the third time?" Lars asked.
"I didn't even want to know the first time." Green Eye said.
"Yeah, don't you ever stop talking?" Star of David asked.
"Well, what the hell else am I supposed to do for 2 hours? We've been walking all goddamn day. Tell me again why we're doing this?" Lars asked.
"We're trying to stop a war from happening. I trust you can understand why?" Green Eye asked.
"Well, yeah, but... C'mon, man, all they wanna do is fight some Nazis. I mean, I know you're all about the whole 'give peace a chance' thing, but who are we to tell these people what they can and can't do? It's a free country. I mean... Er, you know what I mean."
"The only reason they're fighting is because they're getting provoked into it. The Aryan Nation has their leader's son hostage. Even if there was no threat of war, we need to find his son and save his life."
"Then why don't we just nab the kid first? Why go run balls deep into a whole country full of angry black militants? For obvious reasons, I'll probably be fine, but you guys... not so much. Get me?"
"We have to buy some time to prevent any lives from being lost on either side."
"Who cares if the damn Nazis die, man? Their whole damn country's full of racist psychos. Two sides I don't like killing each other? Have at it, dog. I'd rather not be involved."
"Then you don't belong on this team. You can go back and leave saving people up to us."
"Okay, okay! I guess I'm just edgy over having to deal with that Nazi bastard Wolfenstein again. Motherfucker threw me an 11-year old girl and thought I'd like to fuck her. When I told him my limit's 14, he slit her throat right in front of me."
"What a principled man you are."
"Oh, c'mon. You were 14 once, what's the one thing that was on your mind at that time?"
"Training to hone my powers."
"Wrong. You were thinking about pussy. When I saw my first pussy in my VHS of Basic Instinct, I knew I had to see them all. And chicks my age were exactly the same way. I think I might've fucked every single chick in middle school. Oh, that reminds me, I never told you about the time I got syphilis."
"WE DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" Green Eye and Star of David said in unison.
Lars was temporarily silenced by the protests of the other members of his group, giving a frown at their reaction.
"Fine. I'm just horny as hell right now. It's been too damn long since I got laid." Lars said.
"Same here, man. Why don't we forget the Nazis? Let's get some pussy! Let's get fucked and fucked up! Hell yeah!" Bad Boy said.
Looking to the excited Bad Boy in disbelief at his statement, the rest of the group watched as he began aggressively dry-humping a mailbox, much to their disgust.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you, White Boy was feeling kinda down-" Lars began to say.
"Bad Boy." Green Eye corrected.
"No, trust me, it is 'White Boy'. This little nigga makes Vanilla Ice look like Ice Cube. Anyway, I gave him some 'X' to perk him up. That's the side-effects starting to take in."
"How long until he... uh, finishes?" Green Eye asked.
"Until he blows his load or an hour, whichever 'comes' first. Unless one of you guys wants to give him a hand, pun intended, now might be a good time to take a break."
"He's right, we've been walking awhile. I could use a break." Star of David said.
"Fine. A quick break it is." Green Eye said.
Needing to wait for Bad Boy to finish his sexual fit, the Hillwood Heroes decided to sit down on the curb of the street, biding the time to relax from their walk and recover for the mission ahead. The moment of relaxation let their energy start to go to their minds rather than their bodies, giving them more thought to reflect and think over their time in the present.
"I really do miss home. Back when things were different." Star of David said.
"We all do. There's lots of people that do, too." Green Eye said.
"I know. Doesn't make it any easier, though. You think things can even go back the way they were before? Can Hillwood really be brought back at this point?"
"I hope so. That's all the answer anyone can give."
"I doubt we could. Everyone that's died, everywhere we used to go; that's all gone."
"Then we can at least remember them and keep them alive in our thoughts."
"But that just hurts all the more. Almost like... they're right there in front of you, but you just can't touch them."
Taking another unfinished letter to 'Big' Patty from his back pocket, Star of David looked upon it with dissatisfaction and regret.
"Really wishing I'd just sent that damn letter. If I even got a letter right." Star of David said.
"You know, you don't have to settle for just a letter. If- When we get out of this, and when we save Hillwood, you'll get to see her yourself." Green Eye said.
"No. I'm still not good enough for her. I've done bad things in my life, and I can't stand to face her like I am."
"If she loves you, then she'll accept the bad things, too."
"And what if she doesn't?"
Pausing his response to think of the best reply, fearing what the wrong words could mean to the Star of David, the Green Eye finally let his answer out.
"Then at least you tried. But you won't know if you don't find out." Green Eye said.
Still not receiving the courage to confess his feelings to 'Big' Patty, the Star of David placed his letter away, placing the topic out of his sight and out of his mind. Back to a moment of silent reflection, the group collectively brought their attentions away from the present back into the past.
Even the absent-minded Lars Rodriguez, in all his lack of intelligence, found himself growing sentimental in this time of silence.
"I don't know about you guys, but there's only one love I've ever had above all else, and something that I look forward to once this shit's all over." Lars said.
"Really? You've got a girlfriend?" Star of David asked.
"Hell, no. I didn't say 'girlfriend', I said 'love'. That one love is Good Burger, home of the Good Burger."
Though a mild scoff of disapproval came from the two Hillwood Heroes, they could not help but reflect on the convenience of fast food.
"Yeah, I really miss that, too." Star of David said.
"Gotta admit, me, too." Green Eye said.
"Yeah. Look, guys, I don't know shit about romance or love or anything, so I don't know what to say here. Least I can say, for all my faults, I ain't some abusive asshole who smacks his bitch around. Well... at least not one that I claim to be in love with, or anything." Lars said.
Reminded once again of his mistreatment of Helga, the Green Eye hung his head in shame, groaning softly as he put his face into his hands.
"What? Hey, man, I wasn't even making a joke that time, are you always gonna shit on me everytime I talk?" Lars asked.
"It's not that, I... I'd rather not talk about it." Green Eye said.
"Oh, it's chick problems, huh? Tell us, man. C'mon, man, I was telling you all the shit I had to go through with all my girls."
"Against my will and better judgement."
"Hey, man, I'm just trying to help here. I admit I'm not much in the way of being a good guy like you, but at least let me try something. It's the least I can do."
"Fine. It's just... I'm not sure that we could go back to the way things were before. Me and my fiancee, I mean."
"Why's that?"
"Ever since Curly's been back, I've just been losing more and more control over myself, and it's... it's bled over to our lives. I try to protect her, but it goes all wrong and I end up hurting her. I'm trying to do the right thing, but I just can't control myself."
"Well, hey, I have problems with self-control, too. But when I do manage it, I prevent a rape."
"Not helping." Star of David said.
"Uh... I mean, at least you're not me?"
"Still not helping."
"Well, fuck, what do you want me to say? Look, I don't know much, but it obviously sounds like you love this bitch-"
"Don't call her that." Green Eye said.
"Okay, you love this girl, and you don't know how to tell her you just wanna keep her safe and protect her. Why don't you just tell her you're doing this to protect her?"
"I am, but she won't hear me most of the time."
"Then you gotta keep trying, man. You gotta let this bit- Uh, this girl know how you feel and make sure she-"
"Lars, look, it's... It's not that simple. I don't expect you to understand, but things like this are fragile. They're hard to get right, and it takes a lot of work to get it right."
"And some of us aren't willing to try because we're afraid of doing the wrong thing." Star of David added.
Having no progress made in his attempt to help, Lars leaned back with a sigh, dropping the topic of conversation entirely.
"Fine. I'm just a no-good stoner asshole from Ocean Shores, the fuck do I know? I don't do all this touchy-feely pussy feelings shit you guys do. I've just never been good at it. Even my own little brother, I just whomped his punk-ass most of the time and got high and stole shit. I'm an asshole, but I own up to that. It's what worked for me, and it kept me away from that pussy shit. It's easier to be hated than loved." Lars said.
"'It is better to live ugly than to die beautiful'. Ancient Chinese proverb." Green Eye quoted.
"Hmph. Right."
Taking a bag of joints out of his pocket, Lars retrieved one from the lot and put it in his mouth, taking a cigarette lighter to it to ignite the herb. Upon grinding the flint of his lighter multiple times, shaking the lighter itself, and hitting it a few times, he had unfortunately found a stop in his attempt to get high, unable to light the marijuana cigarette.
"Hey, yo, any of you guys got a light?" Lars asked.
"Make a wrong move and I'll give you one." A man said.
Turning to the sound of the voice, Lars found a gun barrel pointed directly at his face, prompting him to freeze and causing the joint to fall out of his mouth.
The rest of the Hillwood Heroes, too, found themselves at gunpoint, all surrounded by armed gunmen during their break. Taking notice that every one of the gunmen were black, the group quickly connected that they were in New Mecca territory, and had crossed a group of guards.
Trying to make peace with the gunmen, the Green Eye raised his hands and slowly stood up, gaining the full attention of the guards.
"Listen to me. We heard about your leader's baby being kidnapped. We're here to help. We want to talk to Marquis Ronaldson." Green Eye said.
"And what makes you think we should trust you, white man? How do we know you're not with Wolfenstein?" One gunman asked.
"If you need to ask that question, then you really have no idea who I am, do you?"
The Green Eye's bold question sent an insult along with its reply, managing to shale the gunmen to their cores to reach their centers of reason. His stone-cold face in his reply also aided in convincing the guards; the Green Eye's unapologetic look giving no doubt to his allegiance.
Finally, the gunmen lowered their weapons, keeping their aims steady but lowering the tensions between them and the heroes.
"Start moving. You try anything wrong, and you'll seriously regret it." One gunman said.
At the urge of the Green Eye, the rest of the Hillwood Heroes slowly stepped up off the ground, all raising their hands in compliance with the guards, except for Bad Boy. The latter of the group, still in his hypersexual fit of aggression against the poor mailbox, was pulled off of the parcel depository by Lars with the Star of David helping.
Almost to orgasm with his team members pulling him away, Bad Boy protested against being taken away from his precious mailbox.
"Wait, wait! No! I'm almost there! I was just about to cum!" Bad Boy pleaded.
Surrounded by death and decay by his own creation, the Freak stays confined in his own personal house of pain; numerous people he has killed pasted and nailed against the wall following brutal mutilations and murders of each and every one of them. Through each of their deaths, the Freak has tried to find a new understanding of life that he needs to find, if nothing else than to stave off his boredom.
Now, he has tried a new route in that goal: Drugs. Used in moderation or in functional addictions, drugs of any kind can be a boon to mankind; expanding one's imagination, perception, and concentration to bring themselves to think differently in both artistic and mathematical mediums. This has given the world some of its greatest minds and creators alike.
Used incorrectly, however, and they can be a bane to a human being. When used in a manner to simply drive away negative emotions or simply occupy the time, one can become dependent on such substances to feel positive or even be functional as a person. This has brought many lives to ruin, and some with no way back.
The Freak is a unique blend of both of these ways. As a Spirit Master, he is virtually impossible to kill and cannot be harmed by any such conventional means of ending a human life. Therefore, he is free to use as many mind and body-altering substances as he wishes without consequence.
He has done so more than happily with a large array of drugs brought to him; depressants, stimulants, opiates, and hallucinogens galore he has consumed to elevate his mental state and awareness, intent on making himself a psychonaut unlike the world has ever seen before.
The scarring on his chest has undergone another change, now reading: 'EXTERMINATE ALL RATIONAL THOUGHT'.
[Soundtrack Cue: The Stooges - L.A. Blues]
Already consuming these narcotics in large and mixed doses, a mixture in which even he is not sure what he has fully consumed, the Freak feels the first effects of the dosage take effect on his body and mind. Losing his sense of balance and feeling his vision blur, he began swaying back and forth as he sat on the floor.
Beginning to feel thirsty, he picked himself up from the floor, starting to head towards a dog bowl filled with water to rehydrate himself. Stumbling around the room from lack of balance, the Freak moved more side-to-side than he did towards the bowl, eventually tumbling to the ground.
Crawling across the floor, still intent to reach the bowl, he finally managed to inch his way towards it, picking up water in his hands and sipping it from his palm. After splashing another scoopful across his face, the Freak tried to get up on his feet once again, trying to ride out the rest of his high.
Feeling a shot of paranoia shoot through his mind, the Freak took a handgun out from his pants and began pointing it in every direction, thinking some manner of enemy was close by and intent on bringing him harm. Turning back and forth deliriously in search of the unseen threat, he eventually came to a mirror.
Looking at the person in his reflection, making sure that it was himself by moving about and checking the reflection, he confirmed the identity well enough under his bumbling vision. Having no more business with the mirror or the image it provided, he moved on from it.
In some way in his mind, he felt the reflection turn around and look at him, but found no confirmation of this upon turning around again. Still, discontent with the reflection, the Freak ran straight towards it and rammed himself against the mirror, shattering it into pieces.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
Temporarily satisfied with having destroyed the supposed enemy of the mirror, the Freak began walking away, believing that he had rid himself of the bother in the back of his mind. However, even with the destruction of the mirror, he was still not satisfied with the nuisance in his head.
Picking up a piece of the shattered mirror, the Freak looked at the reflection with uncertainty, meeting with a reflection of the same facial expression. Staring off against his own reflection, he believed there was most definitely an untruth behind the glass in his hand, driving his breath to quicken and grow heavy.
"This is not me... This is me... This is not me... This is me..." The Freak mumbled.
Out of the blue, the reflection itself defied its source; the Freak's reflection smiling while the Freak himself did not. Jumping back in fear from the reflection, he crushed the piece of glass in his hand, beginning to draw blood from his mistake. Looking down on his hand, the wounds had healed themselves, but the glass had still been embedded in his hand itself.
Without warning, the glass shards had dug into his hand, beginning to move through his veins. Feeling the sharp pierce of the glass make its way through his body, cutting through all in its way; his hand, his arm, his head, his chest, his stomach, until it had finally made its way down into something far more personal.
Feeling an erection take place, the Freak's pain from the glass became completely unbearable, making him grasp his genitals and screech in agony at the pain to his most sensitive anatomy. The glass continued to drive its slow, burning pain throughout his member, driving him to desperate measures to end it.
Crawling on the floor from the agony sending him down, he reached a pair of tree loppers among his torture devices, taking the large branch cutters and sticking them down his pants. Having an erection thick and hard out of sheer pain, the tool itself was hard enough for the loppers to work against, urging the Freak to commence the crude and compromised penectomy.
Pushing the handles of the tree loppers together, the blade began cutting into the flesh of his hard penis, digging deep into the erectile tissue and continuing the amputation. The severance of his own flesh was a torturous experience, but, compared to the sharp pain of the glass, it was relieving in comparison to that other pain.
Finally, after struggling hard against the swollen member, the Freak severed his own penis from his body, lopping off the infected member and letting it fall off his body. Reaching down and picking up the severed member from the ground, he looked at it for one brief moment, lamenting over how much pain it had given him.
Suddenly, the severed penis had reached over and seemingly bit him on the hand, leading him to scream as the guillotined genitalia had brought him an unexpected injury. Throwing the phallus as far away from himself as he could, it had landed against the wall, falling down to the corner.
The disembodied penis had still not had its life come to an end, and it aimed to display its intent of life in full. Its foreskin retracted to reveal not a glans, but the face of Arnold Shortman screaming back at him; a sight both shocking and confusing the Freak as he tried to comprehend what he was witnessing.
"FUCK YOU, CURLY, FUCK YOU!" The penis shouted.
Immediately disliking the new life that his penis was showing, the Freak quickly thought of a way to rid himself of the undead member. Going back to his weapons and torture instruments, he selected a large knife, intent on using it against the still-sentient shaft spewing slighting speech sponsored to its separated, sanity-slipping squire.
"FUCK YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKING FUCK! YOU FUCK! YOU FUCKING SHIT! FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU IN THE ASS!" The penis shouted.
Running up to the severed phallus with his knife, the Freak ran straight towards the sentient genital, sending his knife downward towards it.
Driving the blade into the shaft, the Freak repeatedly stabbed his own sentient penis, gutting the member over and over again to ensure its final death. Pushing the blade in and pulling it out, drawing with it blood and erectile tissue from the independent limb, and finishing the job by cutting off the head of Arnold Shortman from the shaft.
Having apparently put the phallus down for good, the Freak tossed his knife aside, walking away from the grave destruction of his own genitals. Finally ridding himself of his own penis coming back for revenge, he was now free of the burden of the attacking reproductive organ, but lamented over its loss and the pain left behind from the stump it once occupied.
[Soundtrack Cue: Naked City - Bonehead]
However, the limb itself was still not finished off. The shaft crawled up to the severed head like a worm, reattaching itself atop, completing the organ once again. Reconstructing itself again, the penis shot itself into the air, aiming itself directly for the Freak's rear end, laughing all the way.
Before the Freak could realize what was happening, he suddenly felt the presence of a large object enter his body through his anus, crawling its way up into his stomach. Deeply uncomfortable with the experience as it was, this unpleasantness was not the end of the experience as he was meant to feel.
His stomach began to grow and expand like a pregnant woman, leaving him to assume that much of the same had become of him; impregnated by his own sentient penis and creating a life within himself like some bizarre and unusual manner of a hermaphrodite.
As his belly could no longer expand, his bile broke; causing him to spill diarrhea and blood all across the floor in an involuntary movement. Collapsing to the floor, he felt the growth of life in his stomach start to force its way out of him; driving him to give birth to the life right on the floor.
Pushing the new life out of his rectum with great force, he was determined to rid his body of the growth in his body, unsure if he hated more the growth itself being in his stomach or the process of its removal. The removal itself is like a mixture of a birth and a bowel movement; both equal in measure to a cruel man like him.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
After what seemed like hours of pushing, the Freak finally gave his anal birth to the abomination that laid in his stomach, bringing him his moment of clarity again. With his breath catching up to him, he looked down to see the fruits of his labor laying down on the floor.
Coming out from his body was a pair of baby boy twins; one of Arnold Shortman and one of himself. The miraculous generation of himself and Arnold was a confusing sight, but the act of the twins brought him more confusion. The Arnold and Curly infants were eating one another's genitals in an ouroboros-like fashion.
Aroused by the vulgar display, the Freak began masturbating to the sight, stroking his apparently-regenerated phallus while watching the aforementioned display through a TV screen. Furiously stroking away at his member to reach orgasm, he felt the approach of his release all but imminent, leading him to stoke even faster.
Before able to reach ejaculation, however, the television channel changed, preventing him from finishing to the image and delaying his ejaculation. The white noise of the television drove him out of his arousal, leading him to throw his fists up and all around in a fit.
While raving over his lost pornography, the Freak heard a voice call out to him, a feminine voice that he recognized well.
"Curly." The voice said.
The voice was one he recognized as belonging to Rhonda, but did not find any sign of her about the room. Instead, the only object of his interest was a VHS tape lying on the floor; a foreign sight, but still benign nonetheless. Stepping up to the VHS tape, the Freak picked it up, inspecting the label, only to find it had none.
To his surprise, the VHS tape seemed to inhale and expand, like a lung taking in air. The act startled the Freak into dropping the tape, letting it fall to the ground.
"Curly." The voice repeated.
The confusion continued with the tape beginning to open and expand; spider legs coming out from the sides, the two white pulleys on the back beginning to bud into human breasts, and the tape beginning to unreel and show a human head coming from the case, with said head belonging to Rhonda.
"Now, Curly, I know you like to be a little rough, but there's no need to just drop me like that. I'm here for you." Rhonda said.
"What- What are you doing here, Rhonda?" The Freak asked.
"I'm always here for you, Curly. I know how much you love me, how much you love to watch me, how much you love to fuck me. You're still a boy with needs, and I'm a girl with what you need."
"What can you do for me?"
"You know what I can do. Stick me in. Stick me deep inside."
Picking up the Rhonda-VHS-spider creature, the Freak carried it over to the television, placing it up against the built-in VCR. Being prodded up against the entry port made Rhonda begin to moan and gasp at the act, showing arousal from the creature and inciting arousal from the Freak as well.
"Yes, Curly... Put it all the way inside... You know you want to..." Rhonda said.
Inserting the VHS tape all the way inside the television, the white noise finally gave way to a new image fed onto the screen, with the Freak being given a reflection of himself, but the reflection showing him as a boy rather than a man. Confused as to the image that he was seeing, the image was also accompanied by a nude but adult Rhonda approaching him from behind, turning to see the same behind him in 'reality'.
Laying a caring hand over his face, Rhonda picked him up and sat down, laying him across her lap. In the arms of an older woman, he felt safe and secure.
"That's right. It's okay. Mommy's here. Mommy's here to make it all better." Rhonda said.
[Soundtrack Cue: Dido - Thank You]
Placing her hand under his head, Rhonda gently led him to her breast, leading him to begin sucking on her nipple. In his mouth was fed a steady supply of breast milk; a delicious taste that nourished his body well. Watching the boy happy and content with her offering, Rhonda smiled at his peaceful look.
Continuing to nurture her young ward, she reached for his penis, beginning to lightly fondle and touch the small member, letting it feel the warmth of her hand. His tool began to harden between her touches and his own moans, eventually standing up to full mast, dripping out pre-ejaculatory fluid.
Rhonda's hand then began slowly moving up and down the fully-erect shaft, stimulating all the nerve endings of his young genitals, bringing more moans out from him and making his body begin to twitch under her touch. Still he continued to suck on her breast, drinking up her fluids as he secreted his own. Content with seeing her ward happy and satisfied, she gently rubbed his hair in her hand.
In the hold of the older Rhonda, he felt very satisfied under his treatment; consuming a part of her to be part of him as well as feeling her coax out a part of him to make part of her. His body of a young boy, through all his consumption of the milk, began to slowly grow towards an adult size.
With the growth taking place beneath her, Rhonda's efforts began to require more stroking; more of a member for her to stimulate growing in her hand. Wishing more desperately for the semen brewing and boiling inside his body, she began stroking with more vigor and speed, intent on receiving his milk in return for her own.
His body shook and trembled further under the more intense stimulation it was being fed, with orgasm becoming more than imminent under her play of his genitals increasing in pace and effort. Sucking even harder on the nipple that fed him, he continued to drink her sweet milk.
Feeling his body unable to hold back any longer, he bit against the nipple, bringing forth a loud moan from Rhonda. At last, he reached his orgasm.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
Watching the television carry out the surreal pornographic act, the vision for the Freak finally came to an end as the the television screen exploded, spewing out buckets of blood and chunks of flesh and meat from its box and flooding the room. His mental state quickly changed from arousal to fear in mere seconds.
The television continued spewing out blood and gore, causing the room to begin flooding into a small pool, with the Freak floating about in the mix without hope. Catching onto a mattress that floated in the bloody water, he kept atop the surface, allowing himself to keep his head above water to retain aware of the situation.
In another turn of events, the blood began sinking, allowing the Freak to step on dry footing once again. Watching the blood begin to flow into small puddles, the puddles began materializing themselves into multiple figures standing about the room; many on a dance floor, with a swing band standing atop a stage. Their particular song choice was not any swing song as their appearance suggested, but instead System of a Down's 'Sugar'.
[Soundtrack Cue: System of a Down - Sugar]
Author's Note: The next portion of this chapter uses lyrics from the aforementioned song: 'Sugar' by System of a Down from their self-titled album from 1998. The songwriting credits belong to Shavo Odadjian, Daron Malakian, and Serj Tankian, and the distribution rights belong to Universal Music Group and Sony Music Entertainment through their ownerships of American Recordings and Columbia Records, respectively. No copyright infringement is intended.
"THE KOMBUCHA MUSHROOM PEOPLE,
SITTING AROUND ALL DAY!
WHO CAN BELIEVE YOU?!
WHO CAN BELIEVE YOU?!
LET YOUR MOTHER pray...
...Sugar!" The singer shouted.
As the music progressed from its loud guitars to a different tone, the individuals on the dance floor began cheerily hopping around to the new beat, tap-dancing and locking arms with one another in Irish jigs. Still confused to this strange new development, the Freak watched on the show to try to understand the imagery he was witnessing.
"I'm not there all the time, you know,
Some people, some people, some people, call it insane!
Yeah, they call it insane!
I play Russian Roulette everyday, a man's sport,
With a bullet called life!
Yeah, mama, called life...
You know that every time I try to go where I really wanna be it's already where I am...
'Cause I'm already THERE!" The singer shouted.
With the beat of the song returning to heavy guitars and furious shouting, the tap-dancing and jigs returned to a mosh pit of insanity; a jarring shift to even the Freak.
"THE KOMBUCHA MUSHROOM PEOPLE,
SITTING AROUND ALL DAY!
WHO CAN BELIEVE YOU?!
WHO CAN BELIEVE YOU?!
LET YOUR MOTHER pray...
...Sugar!" The singer shouted.
Once again, the song returned to its more danceable beat, with the audience back at their tap-dancing and jigs. Giving into the insanity, the Freak decided that he would instead join into the fun, tap-dancing along and joining arms with many others in the dance floor in jigs as well.
"I got a gun the other day from Sako, it's cute, small, fits right in my pocket...
Yeah, right in my pocket...
My girl, you know, she lashes out at me sometimes and I just fucking kick her, and then, ooh, baby...
She's okay...
People are always chasing me down trying to push my face to the ground where all they do is suck out my motherfucking brains...
MY BRAINS!" The singer shouted.
Once again, the song evolved into a heavy metal mosh, with the Freak happily joining into this fit with the others with great energy.
"THE KOMBUCHA MUSHROOM PEOPLE,
SITTING AROUND ALL DAY!
WHO CAN BELIEVE YOU?!
WHO CAN BELIEVE YOU?!
LET YOUR MOTHER PRAY!" The singer shouted.
Unlike before, the song did not switch to its danceable beat, instead changing to a different tone that built up tension throughout the room. The audience reacted to this change in the song as well, standing completely still save for violent shakes with every guitar riff and word sung. Not part of this collected interaction with the song, the Freak stood to the side as he tried to analyze the situation.
"I sit...
In my desolate room...
No lights...
No music...
JUST ANGER!
I've killed everyone...
I'm away forever...
BUT I'M FEELING BETTER!" The singer shouted.
The song's new pace and beat began making the audience slowly melt and dissolve away before the Freak, and, looking at his own hands, found himself doing the same. Feeling fear start to take over his body, what of it he still possessed for the moment, he could do nothing more except than listen to the song.
"HOW DO I FEEL?!
WHAT DO I SAY?!
FUCK YOU, IT ALL GOES AWAY!" The singer shouted.
The singer repeated the last few lyrics over and over again, increasing in speed and rhythm as the band did the same. As the song sped up, the decay of the audience began to follow through quicker, with the Freak unwillingly joining them in the slow death that they were undergoing.
All the while of the increasing decay, a replica of the Statue of Liberty surfaced on the stage, but its face resembling that of Arnold Shortman rather than the actual national landmark. In his hands were not a tablet and torch, but instead a bible in one hand and a dildo in the other.
Finally, as the band increased the song to a pace too fast to continue playing any faster, the song came to an abrupt end, with a nuclear explosion following the performance. The blast had blown the flesh and organs off both the band and the audience, as well as reduced the statue of Arnold to nothing but an empty skeleton standing alone.
The Freak was not spared of the blast, as he was also burnt to a crisp and fell dead to the floor.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
Lying among many bodies in the holocaust, the Freak was left nothing more than a charred crisp among many other bodies; laying out in a hellish landscape of nuclear fallout and flames. There is no more life left to be found here, least of all within the man known as the Freak.
Wishing for such death for so many, he has finally found his wish come true.
[Soundtrack Cue: Lords of Acid - Undress and Possess]
Without any more reason to dwell in his current state, the Freak's body began to rise up from the ground towards a glowing light; the soul trapped within desperate for a new life to live and a new world to explore. With a world lying beyond the one empty and without place for him, he made his departure towards his new world.
The burnt flesh of his body began to peel and wither away, like ribbons and confetti, giving way to a new, unscathed body underneath. His new body showed flesh white and clean, like that of a ghost, and yet living and breathing like that of a newborn infant. Still rising above the ground, the old body peeled itself away.
The shell of his former body had at last husked itself away, giving him the chance to show a new life within. Departing from this old and hollowed world at last, he shot up towards the light in the sky, leaving the planet and old plane of existence far behind in search of something greater.
Surrounding him now was stars and infinite space, but the outer space he occupied peaceful and wondrous rather than cold and desolate. The universe laid before him offered a sight of many planets to see and explore, but there was little interest of him in these lesser worlds.
Continuing further through space, there was something that laid beyond the mere reach of space itself. There was something worth more ahead of it all; a greater place that he knew existed in his heart. Pushing himself through the boundaries of space, he furthered through matter and darkmatter and antimatter all, in search of what laid beyond all the confines of space.
Breaking through the other side of reality itself, he reaches the other side of time itself. His vision whites out.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
Finally, when the whiteout began to clear itself, the Freak found himself outside of time itself, reaching a new place in the universe entirely. He is not one that can make any accurate assumption of what was in store for him, but what he sees now he still does not and cannot expect.
Surrounding him were gears and mechanics like the inside of a grandfather clock, and many clocks and other measuring units of time itself scattered across the room. Exploring these strange surroundings, the Freak searched for some manner of life that laid in this place, soon finding himself standing before two.
One was a young woman that strongly resembled Danny Phantom, while the other was a floating being shrouded in a purple cloak while wielding a staff. The two were looking down at some manner of a glass globe, observing many universes and timelines that barely resembled the one he knew, with creatures like a wallaby in a blue shirt with purple triangles, a cat/dog hybrid with the head of each creature at each end of its body, and a talking yellow sponge working in a fast-food restaurant.
An instinct came over him to run to cover, but the female Danny Phantom had spotted him before he could move, making him freeze in place.
"Hey, Clockwork, what's he doing here?" The female Danny Phantom asked.
The hooded being, responding to the name of 'Clockwork', turned to the Freak, observing him in surprise, as if not expecting his presence.
"Hmm. Well, this is certainly an unexpected surprise." Clockwork said.