Enemies of the People

[Kaieka]

((Since Kaieka does not recieve mental messages due to her mind shield, I will assume that Kaschei contacted her another way such as via telephone to inform her of Illidan's upcoming purging))

Alister lays on the table before me and I am just about to start breaking his fingers when I receive Kaschei's message. I am taken aback and Alister's hand drops with a thud onto the blood-stained table. I can't allow this to happen. Illidan is my only friend, I won't allow them to purge him. I can't allow it!

As if moved by some force outside of the natural world, Illidan comes walking into the cell, grinning from ear to ear, holding a rabbit in his arms as if it were his own child.

I take the rabbit out of his arms, it kicks against me, terrified, scratching my arms up with it's claws. I set it down on the floor, and it runs off and cowers in a corner. I step up closer to Illidan and grab him by the shoulders, looking him directly in his eyes.

"Illidan, we need to make some changes. I love the way that you are always happy and lighthearted, but you need to grow up. Life is not about kites and bunnies, life is hard and you need to realize that. Now, I have a rebel here on the table. I want you to take over the torturing. Remember what you told me about scraping off rebel's skin with a vegetable peeler? You need to think like that every day. This man here, he was the one that brought both you and I near the edge of death and escaped. You need to get angry and take care of him! You need to prove that you can get done what the Ministry of Terror needs you to do! Please, Illidan, just grow up!"


I realize that I may sound a little crazy, and I feel like I am partway there. I hold onto his shoulders tightly, even shaking him a slight bit, hoping that he will be able to get over his childishness and continue living.

[Sephos]

Before I can even respond to the man in the next cell that I have done nothing wrong, he is taken away, vanished into nowhere. I sit against the wall of my cell, leaning my heat against the wall.

"d**nit!"

This is F-ing rediculous. I am sure that nobody even realizes that I am gone yet, I will probably rot away here forever, finding my only joy in internalizing my anger and small chats with a Red Infinity elf woman.

"d**nit! d**nit! d**nit!"

[Illidan]

Illidan nods his head and steps towards the table. He is confused and not sure why Kaieka is telling him this. Life can be whatever he wants it to be. If he were too serious and saw the world as she saw it, it would kill him.

"I will torture him."

Illidan finds a rusty potato peeler and returns to Alister. He scrapes the peeler against Alister's skin with malice. The skin does not peel easily. He more or less digs the peeler as hard as he can into Alister's skin to forceably peel it away.

His hands become bloody as he pulls off chunks of skin from Alister.

[Keitoleinen]

"A certain employee here visited my office earlier. Since you are an atheist, she thought we should go easy on you. I am not one to show mercy, but, you are not high on our list of religious criminals. Allow me to cut off your wings, and you can be on your way." Keitoleinen says to Sephos.

[Kaieka]

I watch Illidan as he mutilates the prisoner, feeling some small relief but knowing that there will have to be much bigger changes if he is to remain in the ranks of the unpurged. Somehow he needs to be toughened up, he needs to become hardened, like the rest of us here.

Part of me is saddened by this. Being naive and childlike is what makes him who he is, but I care deeply about him and would rather see him change to be like the rest of the world, hard and calloused, than see him be killed. I will do all that I can to make sure that he sticks around.

[Sephos]

The thought is unsettling, to say the least. Although I have never wanted to be an angel and even loathed the fact that I have any of that bastard blood within me, my wings have been a part of me my entire life. The thought of having them cut off is like having an arm or a leg removed.

I should be glad, I suppose, to have the reminders of my lineage removed, but somehow I do not feel glad at all. However, I see no other choice.

I stand up and let my wings burst through the skin of my back, unfurling in the prison cell.

f**k, that hurts!

I bend over, leaning my hands on my knees as I try to recover from the intense pain of having my skin ripped apart. The feathers dry and spread, blotched red from the blood of my torn back.

[Fascia]

"Come in, Moira, what seems to be on your mind? You don't want to make more bread, I hope. Hot pepper?"

I hand her a jar of hot peppers. They have become a staple around the house. I set Illidan down on the floor to play. He giggles and crawls toward Moira.

"Aww... he likes his Aunty Moira."

[Keitoleinen]

"They grow back. It takes months, but for most angels, they grow back...which is why, when they do, you will be hunted again. It is a game of catch and release. But, you are a good little atheist and a lesbian, so not much interest to me."

Keitoleinen draws his sword of destruction, and lops off her wings in two precise and quick strikes.

[Hatake Kakashi]

"Well, that's done then," Kakashi comes out of the bedroom, a paint bucket in his hand and a considerable amount of paint on him as well. "That was alot more difficult than I imagained it would be but I got the room painted." He sets the paint can down on shelf and walks over to the sink. "Hello Moria. How's things?"

[Sephos]

A scream of pain escapes from my lips as I collapse on the floor, blood streaming out of two stubs close to my skin, where there once were two wings. They now lay outstretched beside me on the floor, a few feathers scattered from the two amputated limbs.

Tears well up in my eyes. I am not sure if it has to do with losing what I have carried with me all of my life or if the intense pain has just caused my eyes to water. It feels hard to breathe, I just kneel on hands and knees, trying to recover, trying to stop the pain, O what Terrible PAIN! I grit my teeth and try to look up at the man with his bloodies sword standing before me through the curtain of my tears and hair.

[Freak Boy]

Freak Boy fell asleep again, once more becoming an astral projection.

"What the... Oh, not this again!" Freak Boy said, looking at his sleeping body. He groaned but soon remembered the benefit of being able to do this. As big a risk as it was, he was going to see Iris again.

Freak Boy zoomed through the roof of Kautsky's home and flew to the Ministry of Information. He tried to remember where Iris was, but had some difficulty finding the room. It took him a minute or two, but he sensed Iris and flew through the walls and to her. She was already asleep when he got there...

"d**n... wish I had gotten here a bit sooner." Freak Boy said with a sigh, getting ready to turn around. At least, until another power of his kicked in. An Astral Portal opened up behind him leading to Iris's dreamworld. Against Freak Boy's will, his astral form was pulled into this dreamworld.

[Keitoleinen]

Keitoleinen steps back with some satisfaction. He opens her cell.

"And who said I am a merciless god?" He motions for her to leave. He will not teleport her back to Helsinki, that is her problem. He returns to his office and writes a report on Sephos, documenting that he released the atheist half angel after clipping her wings.

[Fascia]

"Hey Kakashi, looks like you got more on yourself than you did on the walls. Moira just came over to chat. You can join us if you throw some old newspapers over the furniture so that they don't get painted as well."

[Sephos]

He leaves and I am left to struggle out of the cell and out of the building. Guards laugh at me and trip me as I stagger, leaning against walls and anything else that I can find to suppor me, out of the building. I fall again once outside, my body hitting the pavement hard, my face becoming laced with bruises and cuts, small rocks imbedding themselves into my skin.

I feel naked and vulnerable, I feel terribly abused, I feel pain... just pain.

After five minutes? Five hours? I get back on my feet, not bothering to dust my body off, and head down the street. I do not feel like heading back to the rebel base. I don't want them to see me like this. I feel small and weak. I couldn't even defend myself, couldn't even stop any of this from happening. I pull my sweatshirt hood down over my face and try to cover every ruined part of me. Finding a bar, I walk inside and sit in a dark corner table. Keeping my face low, I order a bottle of vodka. I have no idea how I am going to pay for it, but I order it none-the-less. An angry bar owner holds no fear for me now. By skin is burning but my heart is numb. I wait for it to come, the waitress looks at me with a questioning look but I ignore it and pour myself a shot.

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov leaves his room to take a shower but sees that the bathroom is occupied by Mischa, who is sleeping with his head rested on the toilet seat.
"Mischa...." Bassarov shakes his head. He nudges Mischa's shoulder to wake him.