Thank you all of my great and wonderful fans!   I feel I should explain this scene..... yeah.... no.  :p  I will leave all of you to wonder about the majesty of evil.

take your time man

Well that relationship I used to have is practically dead, but not my writing! 




"You think I'm not human?  What do you mean by 'what'?" Bar asked.

    "Military faction, you are American..."

    "What does it matter?"

    "If it's like that, my name surely must not matter then.  I am a farmer, so what are you?" Peter cocked his head, mouth open at the corners.  Crooked teeth rolled back from under his lips. 

    Bar rolled his eyes, scratched at the bridge of his nose, rested both hands on his hips.  Woman, Peter dryly thought.  "A professional soldier,"

    "You're a mercenary," he stated, cocking his head slightly to one side.

    "Professional soldier," Bar answered testily, rubbing his hands together.  "Not mercenary.  Now what the gently caress is your name?"

    He didn't know they were touchy about being called mercenaries.  He didn't give a damn, "Do you really give a damn what the name is of the man you're going to kill?"

    Sighing heavily, running his hand over his face, Bar glared at him with wide eyes.  Most of the white was gleaming like marbles in the heavy light.  "Give me your gently caressing name," he pulled the sidearm out of it's holster and aimed it steadily at Peter's head.  "Or I will blow your gently caressing head off,"

    Peter felt no fear, his heart rate didn't spike, he just stared dully at the mercenary.  "How original," he said sarcastically. 

    "It get's the job done,"

    "It's shite, this isn't an interrogation.  I'm watching porn,"

    "Enough, give me the name," Bar's words were laced with strong impatience and anger.  Bulbous beads of sweat smeared down his forehead and into his wide eyes, forcing him to squint.   

    "You call that a gun?" Peter taunted, jerking his chin to the pistol.  "It must be a phallus instead.  What are you going to do, gently caress me in the ass with it?  You look like not only a walking maggot, but a cigarette." he rapidly insulted the soldier.  Verbally assaulting his enemies was almost a second skin to him.  It was pointless in interrogations, but their anger made them weaker.

    "Motherfucker!  No, no, your not a motherfucker, your a daughter wanker!  You disgusting incestuous shite," he yelled.  Bar leaned forward, pressed the cold barrel to Peter's forehead.  He gazed calmly up the barrel until meeting Bar's eyes coldly.  "Say that again, say that again I dare you,"

Last edited by wolfblood17 (2010-08-20 01:54:41)

Haha, thanks!  The anger and mind games and the violence is soon going to rise to very high levels!

it seems that you are challenging us... well i think i can take this cant wait to read it

In light of my recent relationship that went to Hell is coming back... I have decided to slow for the night and post one of the most graphic entries to a story ever.



"Now you want a blow job?  Unless I have clones I can't do both at the same time, please make up you're mind." He couldn't resist cracking a wicked and toothy smile.

    Bar stared at him in a fury, veins throbbing hard in his red hued neck.  "You're a gently caressing pathetic excuse to man kind, now you only have three seconds to tell me you're name."

    "You have no idea what I'm capable of,"

    "One...." Bar ignored the statement and re-holstered his pistol.  He unslung the rifle and held it arms length away, barrel tapping Peter's forehead. 

    Peter rolled his eyes, growing tired of it.  "Ooh, how original," he said dryly.

    "Two, give me your gently caressing..."

    Before Bar could continue to three Peter lashed out, jerking his head upwards and clamping his jaws hard on the barrel.  "'Ull 'e ucking igger!" he choked on the barrel.  He savagely shook his head side to side, gagging and spitting out a string of unintelligible gargles.  Bar's face was a mask of horror at the unexpected violence, he tried to pull the gun out of Peter's mouth.  With each yank on the barrel, his teeth gripped tighter as the cool shaft tried to swing out of place.  Peter tried to stand, cuffs digging painfully into his wrist, spine bent at an unnatural angle.  He heard nothing but his surging heart, and the continuous scream boiling his throat.  Wrapping his tongue around the barrel, he relished the salivating coolness. 

    He didn't acknowledge Bar's rapidly quivering lips, jabbering orders into his ear piece.  Peter was lost in the dark pain of the chain tearing the skin at his wrists, drawing blood, or the barrel forcing most of his teeth to impale his gums.  It was a pain he'd felt plenty of times before, but he ignored it, rage building a shield of his mind.  Sweat slung in wide arcs from his long unruly hair, it got into his eyes, briefly stinging.  Hot fluids ran down his chin, soaked his throat and dribbled down his chest, landing on his jeans covered knees.  Wrapping his tongue around the barrel he pulled back hard, once... one of his teeth shattered.  A second, he started scrabbling harder at the cuffs, blood dripped in fine tendrils along the feet of the table.  On the third most of the flesh on his right wrist shredded, the pain was numbing, driving him into a much louder scream.  He pulled harder, lock of the cuff catching along his bony thumb knuckle.  Peter wasn't frightened by the sight of his exposed bone, or the gristle and skin still flapping in tatters. 

    Peter gave one final tug, briefly closing his eyes.  His thumb snapped back into his balled fist, bone jutting out from the side in an arc of blood.  Bar finally let go of the gun, Peter's jaw clamped tighter on the long rifle.  He failed, it fell with a clang on the wooden table.  He spit the barrel out, covered in his saliva and blood.  Noise slowly flowed back to him as the rage dissipated, "gently caress!  gently caress!  gently caress, dammit Alex get your ass over here!"

    He grinned, he figured his broken teeth and shredded gums must have been gleaming in red brilliance.  Bar held onto Peter's torn wrist, trying in vain to halt the blood flow.  Scarlet freely slipped through Bar's tightly closed fingers.  The light became brighter in the room, a red wave pulsed with his heartbeat.  He looked calmly into Bar's rabid eyes, they were brimming with fear.  Peter felt the gristle that remained of his gums start to reconnect with each other, healing quickly. 

    Closing his mouth, his grin vanished until he could lick all of his teeth clean.  "You aren't a gently caressing mercenary," he gasped, shaking his head.  "Mercenaries would've shot me for that,"

    "Shut up, don't move.  gently caress," he looked over his shoulder into a dark hallway, then up at the few lights that lit the cavernous room.  "Stay here, if you dare move one gently caressing inch I'm gonna come back and blow your head off."

    Peter chuckled, "Go get your partner, you'll need him."

    A fist collided with the back of his skull, he jerked forward.  Bar picked up his rifle in a smooth motion and ran towards the hall, vanishing into the darkness.

    He brought his head up, shook it, and then looked down at the gory mess of his wrist.  Pink muscle pumped blood over his bone.  Most of the bone was exposed and pink with tendrils of gristle shuddering from the blood flow.  Popped veins stopped shoving the scarlet out of his body, gristle reattached from long gaps between the skin.  The muscle and skin were the last to heal.  Peter only had seconds to take the other chain off, he was glad the men were too stupid to chain his legs down.

Last edited by wolfblood17 (2010-08-20 01:27:11)

Wait until the bodies start dropping.

It's gonna brutal and gory as Hell, that's all I'll say. 

this is going to be interesting

... *pulls out a napkin* this will be fun

thats all right take your time and dont feel pressured to post them all so quickly

great job altho since i'm a chick i did cringe a lil LOL

I am impressed! Rarely do I see such violence and brutality turned into an art form! you have a skill indeed. You ability to characterize Stubbe is terrifying yet engrossing so that the reader has to read on to find out what he is going to do next. Nice work!