Alright I'll be completely honest, this is a disturbing post it, in my opinion, barely adheres to the site's PG-13 policy but I think that it was good to truly show the crimes that people who hate other people will commit in the name of bigotry. However if posts like this make you uncomfortable please feel free to bring it up through PM, Skype or Twitter. These kinds of posts aren't going to come very often as is, but if it is something that will make one of my posters uncomfortable for whatever reason I can skip them.
Another day rose upon the city and the base. It would prove to be another day with the problems of being a condemned race. Anthony knew this was how his day would start, as he was roused awake by a terrified base worker, "Anthony, come quickly; it's important."
Anthony shook the sleep from his eyes, "What is the problem Mark?" The man's eyes reflected an utter horror that he hadn't seen in some time. Whatever it was, it wasn't pleasant. Sometimes he hated being in charge; it meant you were the lucky son of a ***** that got to clean the messy things up; and without breaking down in front of the team.
He allowed Mark to lead him towards the infirmary and immediately Anthony's pulse quickened. Had one of his team died? Another idea, though more sinister yet, had they killed themselves from the trauma? These answers were thankfully no as they entered the med bay to see a small girl on the table. She couldn't have been more than 13 years old and her face was a mess of cuts and bruises. She barely looked like a person anymore; it went as far as to make Anthony almost feel physically ill, "Get Hoover," he said, a tone of hardness to his voice, a tone only reserved for when he truly had bottled some anger up, "Get her and the rest of the group in here right now."
"Anthony what will that serve?" Mark said a touch of apprehension in his voice, "I don't think you're acting in your team's best interest to see this; its a horrid sight I wouldn't wish on any-" his sentence was cut off by Anthony raising one finger to silence him, "Is she stable?"
"Yes," Mark answered shakily.
"Then wake up my team and bring them here. Am I being god damn clear enough for you Mark?"
"Crystal sir," Mark stammered before going to wake the rest of the crew. Anthony sat in the chair looking at the girl as a medic fed a breathing tube into her trachea. It was a horrible sight to see. He picked up her chart and studied it while waiting for the others to be fetched. Her name was Cheryl, she was 12 years old. Werewolf by birth; both parents. Parents killed by hunters 5 years ago; been in an orphanage since then. Apparently only the Headmaster knew about her "condition," that ruled out most people and put him as the prime suspect. The sick bastard, preying on her like that, he was lucky she hadn't changed right there and massacred him.
He stood up as the rest of the group entered the medic bay. He showed them the girl, "This is Cheryl, she was found in the slums of the city, nailed to a fence like a scarecrow, nails through her hands," fury dripped from his voice, his hands shaking as he picked up the sign that had been cruelly nailed into her chest, "This was a tasteful addition given to her by the assailant. For you who can't read it says, 'Skin them all, like the animals they are.' Very tasteful as you can see."
Anthony paused as a hairy creature walked into the med bay as well, "Good Omoi is here," the beast bowed to Anthony and walked up to the girl, "We're going to use the Satori [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satori_(folklore)]to examine Cheryl's thoughts and deduce who it is who attacked her. Then we're going to find them and make them atone for this. Call it an angelic motivation," Anthony allowed himself a smile at his morbid joke, "Alright go ahead Omoi."
The Satori nodded and closed his eyes and when he opened them they had gone pure white in colour. He spoke in a mid tone, crisp English with a slight Japanese accent to the group, though it seemed he was closer to a trance than anything, "I'm going outside to stretch my legs. My real legs that is; seem that at night is the only time I'm able to do this without getting in trouble from the Headmaster. I walk outside and am immediately lept on by James and his friend Adam. They're both 16, much older than me. I struggle but they pin me to the ground. I feel one of their tongues in my ears and I try to scream before they clamp a hand over my mouth, "Dogs don't talk, they listen to their masters," one of them says and slaps me across the face sharply. That's when they force my legs open...." Omoi shook his head; he refused to continue and there were scattered tears in his matted hair on his face.
Anthony was paler than even he thought possible from shock. When he spoke though, his voice was oddly monotone, like all emotion had been drained from him, "Skip that part then, what happened next?"
Omoi closed his eyes once again and began to speak, "After they finish, they tie my legs and hands with rough rope and begin to drag me towards the slums, where the rest of the Mythos live. They tell me its the only place that's fitting of a werewolf mascot. I'm terrified but one of them have stuffed my mouth with a gag and I find it impossible to scream. Instead I'm forced to cry as one of them holds me while the other begins to pound the sign into my chest..." Omoi's eyes cleared once again to signify that the story was over, "With your leave Sir, I need to go meditate and clear my head," Anthony nodded and the beast walked out of the room, his shoulders slightly sagged, a testimony to the emotional weight that had now settled over the room.
Well, I've got a big pain in my leg, I'm really bothered by something and horribly confused by the film "Let Me In" as half of the film had nothing AT ALL to do with the plot, subject Max. Also, just general angsty teenage crap and a small bit of worry.
And no, no I do not.
Yeah, it's one of those days.
And it does, subject Max? I noted all the Rads around it but I just ignored it, promised to go and explore it but just forgot about it. XP
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