Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2013 22:45:36 GMT -6
Loss
Father Nathan was supposed to be training that day. That was the story that he had told countless times. He had been in the gym, working on his boxing. What he hadn’t said, was HOW he was training. In a basement that was in the back and beneath the gym, Nathan, and a couple of other IRA operators looked over their prisoners, two British soldiers. Nathan and one of his buddies were talking about how to conduct the interrogation. Nathan smirked as he nodded, speaking lowly. “I think we should try a lil’ ‘Who Talks First.’ The man thinks for a moment and nods. Patrick, the other IRA agent moves over to the Brits and gestures to Nathan as he talks. “Alright. Here’s the deal. One of you is gonna be a good lad and tell us what we need to know and the other one...well.. the other one is gonna die.” He looks over the two Brits before dragging a man to his feet and pushing him towards Nathan. The man swung and Nathan avoided it and buried his fist into the heart of the British soldier.
The man’s eyes widened as he stumbled backwards and fell face first on the floor.Patrick turned to the other man and smirked. “See that, lad? One punch and your fookin’ heart explodes in your chest. Painful way to die. Now. Ya gonna be a good lad and talk or be difficult?”
Gunshots interrupted the interrogation. Nathan ran out to see what was going on and came out just in time to watch British troops get into a gunfight with other IRA operatives. Caught in the middle? A bunch of citizens, including Nathan’s wife, son and daughter. Nathan watched in horror as his family was gunned down...
Nathan thought of his family as he watched the video Cera had taken the time to make for him. The demonstration was enlightening on a few levels. He watched the video, taking notes, studying various portions of the video. When he was done, he sighed. How disappointing. It was time to send a message and, apparently, to bring Cera down a notch or two outside the ring before bringing her down inside it.
It was something Nathan had learned not only in the Seminary but while working as a bartender. People would, more often than not, reveal more about themselves than they planned. Cera had made the same mistake. All Nathan had to do now was decide the best way to bring Cera’s arguments down around her and make what she did to Jen an exercise in futility. As he thought, an idea began to form in his head and he smirked. It seemed he had an idea after all. Now all he had to do was set it up and send his own message..
A couple hours later, Father Nathan stood in front of an old, abandoned Church. Dressed all in black, wearing his normal priestly garments sans the white collar. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts and prepare himself for what was to come. A small smirk crossed his face as his own camera came on and Father Nathan was shown standing there.
“Hello, Cera. I wanted to thank you for your lovely little video you sent. It was not only entertaining. Very, very entertaining, but it was enlightening as well. I am, obviously, returning the favor. Not sure how entertaining you will find it, but perhaps you will be enlightened as well. Well then. Lets begin, shall we?”
Father Nathan walks into the abandoned church and the camera shows that its fairly dark, the building in disrepair. Like most places of Catholic worship, its not very hard to go from what the church should be to an eerie, empty building that could easily be haunted. Father Nathan finally comes into what was the main room of the church and makes his way up to where the altar was. Now, his trademark cross stands there. The camera, that has been following him through the Church now stops and continues to film as Father Nathan runs his hands over the altar where a couple of books sit as drums his fingers on the table before turning to the camera.
“Lets start with a simple question, Cera. What do you want? I wonder do you know? Or do you need to ask your own puppet-master? See, realization number 1 I had was... I was wrong to compare you to Valora. It’s an insult to Valora.”
Father Nathan pauses a moment to let that sink in and smirks. “Tell me if this sounds familiar lass. It started early. You tortured and killed small animals. Maybe cut them open to see what was inside. Maybe you were playing doctor. Maybe you were wishing you could do this to someone that was making you feel weak. Heh. Weak. You hate how that word sounds when applied to you, don’t ya? Anyways, as you got older, the animals slowly got bigger. Then. Ya found Jen. The woman who would finally let you obey the urge to hurt another human being...”
Father Nathan picks up one of the books and holds it to face the camera as he narrows his eyes. “I have battled demons, lass. true demons. You are no demon, lass. You are just a human. A psychopath that can’t control her urges and is instead at their whim. You’re still that little girl stabbing wildly at little animals without really knowing WHY she is doin’ it.
As for your demonstration of torture? The entertaining if somewhat crude and amateurish inflicting of pain on Jen. It was definitely a promising start. But you are taking on the Catholic Church, sweetheart. We’ve been torturing people for over 1,000 years. That’s what people like little Reya dunnae understand. She’s like the rest of the sheep, listening to what the Church tells them and ignoring the hypocrisy and bullshite... she continues to look at the big, impressive picture and ignores the man behind the curtain. But, I digress. The point is we’ve forgotten more about inflicting pain and torment than most people could learn in a dozen lifetimes.
Is that what you want, perhaps? Me to indulge in your whims and inflict some pain and torment? Would you like the target to be gay? You do so hate them, don’t you? Except Jen. Her you tolerate. Why? Do ya even fookin’ know? Maybe... just maybe. Your urges are in control of you and the illusion you have that you hate gays is just that. An illusion, meant to give the puppet the idea that it is more than a simple tool.
Ah well.. You showed me a basic example of what you can do... unfortunately for you, the attempt was... crude and uninspired really. This what happens when one is controlled by their urges and does not control them. You are still that little girl, Cera. Poking animals with a sharp knife, not knowing why she’s doing it and thus not really able to produce anything coherent. Let me show you true power, lass..”
Father Nathan snaps his fingers and a woman, nude walks out and stops, facing Father Nathan’s right side. Without even looking at her, Nathan snaps his fingers again and points at the ground, as if the woman were a dog he was telling to sit. Without hesitation, the woman drops to her knees, eyes lowered. Nathan smirks.
“A new convert. Sadly you missed her... ‘enlightenment’ and learning her proper place in things. But dunnae worry, lass. There will be more. As for those urges... dunnae worry lass. I’ll indulge them. Only.. for the crime of callin’ yourself a demon when you are, in fact, a child playin’ with dead animals... I’m gonna show you how your victims feel. I’m gonna let you feel your heart stop. One punch lass. One punch and I can make your heart stop.. maybe even kill ya right on the spot. Oh, dunnae pull that “I dunnae have a heart.” BS on me. I stopped Brother Nocturnal’s heart with this punch and he’s just a bit higher than you on the ‘evil bastard’ scale. You like to call yourself the Baddest Bitch, eh? Well, even the Baddest Bitch can be brought to heel like a good doggie, if the man is skilled enough.
So, once more. What do you want, Cera? Do you even know? Are you allowed by you Puppet master to want? I suppose we’ll be findin’ out in the ring.”
Nathan holds his right hand out in front of him, making the sign of the cross in the air, before lowering his hand and winking into the camera. He then snaps his fingers and the camera turns off. Nathan smirks again. God, this was too easy at times. It was time for people to see what a Father Nathan with no limits was truly capable of.
And they would. This was only the beginning.
Father Nathan was supposed to be training that day. That was the story that he had told countless times. He had been in the gym, working on his boxing. What he hadn’t said, was HOW he was training. In a basement that was in the back and beneath the gym, Nathan, and a couple of other IRA operators looked over their prisoners, two British soldiers. Nathan and one of his buddies were talking about how to conduct the interrogation. Nathan smirked as he nodded, speaking lowly. “I think we should try a lil’ ‘Who Talks First.’ The man thinks for a moment and nods. Patrick, the other IRA agent moves over to the Brits and gestures to Nathan as he talks. “Alright. Here’s the deal. One of you is gonna be a good lad and tell us what we need to know and the other one...well.. the other one is gonna die.” He looks over the two Brits before dragging a man to his feet and pushing him towards Nathan. The man swung and Nathan avoided it and buried his fist into the heart of the British soldier.
The man’s eyes widened as he stumbled backwards and fell face first on the floor.Patrick turned to the other man and smirked. “See that, lad? One punch and your fookin’ heart explodes in your chest. Painful way to die. Now. Ya gonna be a good lad and talk or be difficult?”
Gunshots interrupted the interrogation. Nathan ran out to see what was going on and came out just in time to watch British troops get into a gunfight with other IRA operatives. Caught in the middle? A bunch of citizens, including Nathan’s wife, son and daughter. Nathan watched in horror as his family was gunned down...
Nathan thought of his family as he watched the video Cera had taken the time to make for him. The demonstration was enlightening on a few levels. He watched the video, taking notes, studying various portions of the video. When he was done, he sighed. How disappointing. It was time to send a message and, apparently, to bring Cera down a notch or two outside the ring before bringing her down inside it.
It was something Nathan had learned not only in the Seminary but while working as a bartender. People would, more often than not, reveal more about themselves than they planned. Cera had made the same mistake. All Nathan had to do now was decide the best way to bring Cera’s arguments down around her and make what she did to Jen an exercise in futility. As he thought, an idea began to form in his head and he smirked. It seemed he had an idea after all. Now all he had to do was set it up and send his own message..
A couple hours later, Father Nathan stood in front of an old, abandoned Church. Dressed all in black, wearing his normal priestly garments sans the white collar. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts and prepare himself for what was to come. A small smirk crossed his face as his own camera came on and Father Nathan was shown standing there.
“Hello, Cera. I wanted to thank you for your lovely little video you sent. It was not only entertaining. Very, very entertaining, but it was enlightening as well. I am, obviously, returning the favor. Not sure how entertaining you will find it, but perhaps you will be enlightened as well. Well then. Lets begin, shall we?”
Father Nathan walks into the abandoned church and the camera shows that its fairly dark, the building in disrepair. Like most places of Catholic worship, its not very hard to go from what the church should be to an eerie, empty building that could easily be haunted. Father Nathan finally comes into what was the main room of the church and makes his way up to where the altar was. Now, his trademark cross stands there. The camera, that has been following him through the Church now stops and continues to film as Father Nathan runs his hands over the altar where a couple of books sit as drums his fingers on the table before turning to the camera.
“Lets start with a simple question, Cera. What do you want? I wonder do you know? Or do you need to ask your own puppet-master? See, realization number 1 I had was... I was wrong to compare you to Valora. It’s an insult to Valora.”
Father Nathan pauses a moment to let that sink in and smirks. “Tell me if this sounds familiar lass. It started early. You tortured and killed small animals. Maybe cut them open to see what was inside. Maybe you were playing doctor. Maybe you were wishing you could do this to someone that was making you feel weak. Heh. Weak. You hate how that word sounds when applied to you, don’t ya? Anyways, as you got older, the animals slowly got bigger. Then. Ya found Jen. The woman who would finally let you obey the urge to hurt another human being...”
Father Nathan picks up one of the books and holds it to face the camera as he narrows his eyes. “I have battled demons, lass. true demons. You are no demon, lass. You are just a human. A psychopath that can’t control her urges and is instead at their whim. You’re still that little girl stabbing wildly at little animals without really knowing WHY she is doin’ it.
As for your demonstration of torture? The entertaining if somewhat crude and amateurish inflicting of pain on Jen. It was definitely a promising start. But you are taking on the Catholic Church, sweetheart. We’ve been torturing people for over 1,000 years. That’s what people like little Reya dunnae understand. She’s like the rest of the sheep, listening to what the Church tells them and ignoring the hypocrisy and bullshite... she continues to look at the big, impressive picture and ignores the man behind the curtain. But, I digress. The point is we’ve forgotten more about inflicting pain and torment than most people could learn in a dozen lifetimes.
Is that what you want, perhaps? Me to indulge in your whims and inflict some pain and torment? Would you like the target to be gay? You do so hate them, don’t you? Except Jen. Her you tolerate. Why? Do ya even fookin’ know? Maybe... just maybe. Your urges are in control of you and the illusion you have that you hate gays is just that. An illusion, meant to give the puppet the idea that it is more than a simple tool.
Ah well.. You showed me a basic example of what you can do... unfortunately for you, the attempt was... crude and uninspired really. This what happens when one is controlled by their urges and does not control them. You are still that little girl, Cera. Poking animals with a sharp knife, not knowing why she’s doing it and thus not really able to produce anything coherent. Let me show you true power, lass..”
Father Nathan snaps his fingers and a woman, nude walks out and stops, facing Father Nathan’s right side. Without even looking at her, Nathan snaps his fingers again and points at the ground, as if the woman were a dog he was telling to sit. Without hesitation, the woman drops to her knees, eyes lowered. Nathan smirks.
“A new convert. Sadly you missed her... ‘enlightenment’ and learning her proper place in things. But dunnae worry, lass. There will be more. As for those urges... dunnae worry lass. I’ll indulge them. Only.. for the crime of callin’ yourself a demon when you are, in fact, a child playin’ with dead animals... I’m gonna show you how your victims feel. I’m gonna let you feel your heart stop. One punch lass. One punch and I can make your heart stop.. maybe even kill ya right on the spot. Oh, dunnae pull that “I dunnae have a heart.” BS on me. I stopped Brother Nocturnal’s heart with this punch and he’s just a bit higher than you on the ‘evil bastard’ scale. You like to call yourself the Baddest Bitch, eh? Well, even the Baddest Bitch can be brought to heel like a good doggie, if the man is skilled enough.
So, once more. What do you want, Cera? Do you even know? Are you allowed by you Puppet master to want? I suppose we’ll be findin’ out in the ring.”
Nathan holds his right hand out in front of him, making the sign of the cross in the air, before lowering his hand and winking into the camera. He then snaps his fingers and the camera turns off. Nathan smirks again. God, this was too easy at times. It was time for people to see what a Father Nathan with no limits was truly capable of.
And they would. This was only the beginning.