Rally the Daemon Army

Something cold splashed against Gerry’s face, something wet, which slowly awoke him from his blissfully sleep to a particular sight. W-what? Where am I?

Before him stood a man with neatly combed hair in a black suit who stared at him as if he was something to study. He noticed that he was sitting on a cheap wood chair, but that wasn’t the only thing he noticed, he also tried to move, however, he couldn’t move his hands without pain and even then his are bound by the chain behind him. What the fuck?! Who the hell is he? Kidnapping?!

Gerry tried to find the answer from his mysterious kidnapper by observing the man before him who didn’t move an inch as if he was a statue. Not long the silence got to him, so he tried to talk to the man.

“What do you want?” Be calm, try to gauge his reaction. His body will betray him. Letting it echo through the empty room the man seems to ignore him. Gerry’s heart beat faster at that. His sweat glistered on his forehead, he could feel it. Intimidated, he tried to consider his situation yet he could only hear how his own breathing picked up the pace. Fuck! Fuck! Don’t let him get to you! Stay focused! It’s just a conversation. A conversation without words.

He knew of such tactics to torture someone very well, after all, he did use similar tactics and would have continued using them to rule the school in fear if he hadn’t met her.

What are my options? Be silent? Or admit defeat? Before he could come up with a battle plan, his opponent beat him to it. The man suddenly stepped away from the door behind him and stilled just like before again. What’s with this fucking guy?!

Steps were heard, coming from the closed metal door, slowly but surely coming closer to it. Until he saw the door handle going down. The rusted door opened with an annoying creak. Now before him were standing two men with a muscular build. Both skinheads if the close-cropped hair and the heavy boots weren’t a hint at all. Oh, shit! What did I do to the Nazis?!

They both sauntered into the room, their heavy boots making squeaking noises on the dirty wooden ground. Closing in on him, it made him uncomfortable, especially one of them brought his face up close to Gerry’s face. Gerry could only stare back, trying to show that he wasn’t intimidated at all. Unfortunately, that didn’t work, because he was spit by the fucking skinhead. Disgusting piece of shit! He revolted in disgust.

“Rough him a little bit up.” Came the monotone voice of the mysterious man who seems to be bored.

And so without much to prepare for the assault of both of them, Gerry could only curse as they showed him what benefits their muscles got them.

Gerry felt himself becoming weightless, he looked around him and saw far and wide nothing but white. As he tried to comprehend where he was, all of a sudden, the whiteness gave place to something far sinister. Pure dark red blood poured everywhere at once. The sticky substance swallowed his feet. What the actual fuck?! Fuck! Fuck! Why?! Flailing with his arms, he tried to escape it.

Out of the sea of blood, a gestalt formed, looking slightly female, it solidified to a someone he knew, Sandra. W-what?!

She just stared at him. She opened her mouth and accused him, “You betrayed me!” I’m sorry! I just -

“Didn’t you promised?” Came a familiar dreaded voice of his crush. I… I-i -

Without warning pain enveloped his head, he woke up, noticing that he was on the hard ground, he first looked up. There he saw the familiar mysterious fucker and two other, one of them was his friend Lucas. W-why is he here? Why am I here, too? What the hell?!

“Fucking move! Time is of the essence!” Receiving a strong kick from the Nazi, he quickly got up and took a look at the surrounding. An empty warehouse? Fuck, I hope they won’t execute me.

“Well, well, well, it’s time for the introductions, I guess. Don’t worry you all won’t be killed yet.” Said the fucker as he took a fucking chewing gum out of his pocket and continued, “I will be your handler for the predictable future. You can all call me -”, he put the chewing gum into his mouth, “- Benedikt. You all three are here, because of your skills -”, here he laughed with abandon, “no, not really your skills, but you are in a fortunate position, well not so really fortunate, but you get my point. -”, this time he was interrupted by Lucas, “Fuck you, man! -”, but before his friend could say more, the fucker ‘Benedikt’ took a gun out of his suit and pointed it straight to Lucas. Fuck!

“If you don’t really want, I can certainly help you to escape from me.” Said ‘Benedikt’ in a merry tone while a wide grin was planted on his face, “You know, here you will do what I say. Do you understand?”

“Fuck! Y-yeah man! Chill!” Confronted head-on with a gun pointed at him didn’t give Lucas a confidence boost at all.

“Good, good! Now. Do you know the news? Of course not, after all, I prevented it -” This fucker! His fucking act, everything annoys me to no end! Shit! Keep calm! He has the advantage! “- So you all are fugitives! The police are on your asses! Lucas, because he broke the law obviously. John, well, to escape you killed an officer -”

“What the fuck do you mean?! I killed?! You -” And the gun is pointing at him.

“You killed him. After all, there is proof on the crime scene. So now to Gerry, you, my friend killed someone, too.” Where the fuck is he going with this?! Blaming me for some murder too?! Fucker!

“Who the fuck?! Tell me you fucker!”

“Heh. How was her name again? Hm… Ah, Sandra!” W-what why did they killed her?!

“No, no, no. Gerry, we didn’t kill her. She committed suicide! What we only did was planting evidence that you bullied her. Your life is over, my friend!” You bastards! Fuck! Sandra, I’m sorry! Mom. I’m sorry.

He felt the hot tears on his cheeks. Fuck, I failed her! She will never love me anymore!

“But no hope is lost, eh, should stick to the script. Whatever! Welcome to the Daemon Army!” And he received, of course, blank stares.

“Well, I didn’t want to call it ‘Sturmabteilung’. So I reiterate: Welcome to the Demon Army, boys, -” Here he coughed a little bit, “I mean Daemon Army of course. Shit. I read too many light novels. Should just have taken her advice. Well, what can you do.” Is he high?! Demon Army?!