In the past; Humanitarians originated from a drug called Humanite. Dr. Savage had been testing behavioral modification on this planet through Humanite, administered through the air condition systems. The chemical was designed to weed out aggression and anger. The ultimate result was of the population stopped going to work, talking to each other, and eventually stopped being human. However, the remaining of the population had the opposite reaction, with their aggression and primal instincts boosted beyond simple madness into murderous rage, sadism and savagery. Being transformed into a Humanitarian does not seem to be exclusively chemical in origin. Some victims of Humanitarian attacks are left alive and forced by Humanitarians to view the tortures they inflict on others. When this happens, the person's mind can be so damaged by what they were shown that the only way to cope with it is to begin to act as a Humanitarian does, eventually becoming one themselves. Humanitarians may themselves be able to detect those humans that are susceptible to become like themselves and these are the men and women they convert. Humanitarian are, at least genetically, human in more or less every way. They have utter and complete madness. Showing no care for life, they are driven by an insane, homicidal and savage aggression that manifests in the cannibalism, acts of violating plunder, and torture that they visit upon any unfortunate enough to come across them. Humanitarians are impossible to mistake for anything else. As a symptom of their insanity, they deliberately gash and cut their other people's flesh, and a Humanitarian is often covered in open or partially healed wounds. They seem no physically stronger or tougher than normal humans, merely inured to pain to the point where they care nothing for their injuries or indeed their own lives, and more willing to push their bodies to the extreme because of their madness. Although they clearly must have some retention of any original knowledge prior to their madness and Humanitarians are as without fear as they are without mercy, and they have been seen to speak and indeed communicate. The sole sound they make is an insane, wordless scream. Humanitarians seem to favor close combat, although they are fully capable of using firearms. It is likely that their reduced mental abilities makes firearms a poor choice. Instead, they rush forward, occasionally firing at victims if stymied, and overwhelm their enemies in a deadly charge with crude blades and melee weapons. If nothing else is available, they may be found clawing and biting their prey with bare hands and teeth. Although they occasionally carry conventional firearms, Humanitarians also seem to use poisoned needles, and very frequently a form of large spear. The aim of both weapons is probably to ensure that the victim is alive when taken. Utterly fearless, they will charge until they are wiped out - casualties don't seem to matter much to a Humanitarian group. Humanitarians seem to prefer to subdue their victims. Those unfortunates who are rendered helpless or fall are either raped to death, eaten alive, flayed, or commonly all three, as well as other horrific depravities. After they finally escape into death, the Hellions will sew their skins into their clothing, and may very well either hang up the corpses as a gruesome trophy. Humanitarians target settlements without strong defenses. After plundering, murdering and eating the inhabitants, Humanitarians will burn the settlement to the ground. Most of the time Humanitarians stick to their hunting territories; however, the Humanitarians had begun to expand from their territories. This was likely caused by the depletion of food sources as settlers learned to steer clear. One Humanitarian rips the heart out of a victim's chest, then hoists the still beating organ in the air in triumph. Another Humanitarian rips the opponent's head and spinal cord from the shoulders. A female Humanitarian inhales her victim and regurgitates a torrent of bloody chunks and bones onto the ground. A third Humanitarian rips the opponent's leg out and beats the opponent to death with it and continues doing so even after the opponent is dead and makes it look like their head explodes. A fourth Humanitarian bites their victim's jugular and rip it head off with their teeth. The Humanitarian then throws it with its mouth like a dog and then laughs afterward. Other Humanitarians did horrendous things more: The fifth Humanitarian rips the ribs out of the opponent and impale the eyes with them. The sixth Humanitarian rips an entire skeleton from the opponent. The seventh Humanitarian drop-kicking the victim's head, crushing it into pieces, where some other parts of the dismembered body looked like it was convulsing and the Humanitarian then vomit their stomach contents over the lining and blood. The seventh Humanitarian repeatedly punches the victim each with a splash of blood and guts before punching the opponent's legs and torso off. The eighth Humanitarian use a chest-mounted metal claw to grab the victim and slam him to the floor repeatedly before eating the opponent through its chest compartment and the victim was now vomiting out chunks of blood and viscera. More Humanitarians had wires cutting deeply into their victims, which traces of stomach acid were leaked out. There was blood splattered everywhere, one of the victim's head has a massive chunk blown out of it. The Humanitarians sawing off their victim's foot off. There was bones being sawed through and a piece of brain on the side of his head falls off. They placed their victims on a crucifix which will slowly break their arms, legs, and neck by slowly twisting them and they have a shotgun to shoot them in the face while others lost their limbs. More victims more torture where chains pierced in their bodies, cut through someone's skull with a circular saw and didn't even have any anesthetic while they drill on them, mutilating them in the process. The Humanitarians sadistically push the victim's face into the knives while making them fall into razor wire. The Humanitarians also had a guy is chained to a bed and torn limb from limb. They had a woman's hair has been threaded into gears and when the device starts, it begins to pull her hair to the point her scalp is peeled back. The Humanitarians had two men with chains around their necks, fighting each other. The first guy has his eyes stitched shut and the other has his lips sewn together while the Humanitarians laughed and cheered. The Humanitarian grabbed a woman begging but she gets stabbed in the throat by shards of a broken Vodka bottle, stabbed in the chest by a large kitchen knife when she was trying to grab the Humanitarians and make her escape but they already hammered the knife deeper in her chest to kill her. The Humanitarian took another screaming girl's braid as they hooked it on a device as her head trapped in between the device which her head is torn off her shoulders. The Humanitarians pushed a third girl who falls against a nail gun, which proceeds to fire nails directly into the back of her head. Her body jerks as each nail penetrates her skull and bursts out her face. After the nail gun stops firing, she whimpers, then her body slowly goes limp as she dies. The Humanitarians all laughed hysterically at this sight while smiles are plastered on their faces. The Humanitarian used a nail which they slice the girl's foot tendon, torturing her in a gory way as her corpse twitches several times as a wet stain spread across the crotch, along with her femur sticking out of her leg. Another victim of the Humanitarians gets impaled on acupuncture needles, almost burning to death and having his head crushed by a statue. The Humanitarians have six people are chained to a children's carousel redecorated with gory body parts and blood, and every time it stops, one of the Humanitarians have a spring-loaded shotgun fires a bullet, killing the person in front of it. They torture a child with a screw that comes straight down through his hand. The Humanitarians trigger a rack of needles to pump the body full of acid, dissolving his body from the inside out. The Humanitarians took off some of the little girl's skin, and infected her. The Humanitarians put a nail in a guy's stomach which slices his abdominal wall. They used wet tarp and disembowels the second on a nail sticking up from the ground. Both his intestines and a trail of blood on the tarp itself. An obese man has his viscera consumed out as the Humanitarians had blood and guts spewing from their mouths a little. The blood attracts the Humanitarians that eat him alive. They also did a bowel obstruction and caused internal bleeding. An old woman was injected with corn oil her face with corn oil which got in her bloodstream, and then it started leaking out of her face and destroying her from the inside. A Humanitarian has an ice pick impaled in another victim's eye, which resulted in a huge blood red welt on his eye covered in blood. The Humanitarians caused a father to fall face first into the blades and another guy was thrown into a frying machine, which he suffered fatal burns to his face as he was thrown in multiple times. The Humanitarian shredded a guy to pieces, starting with his leg. The Humanitarians tortured their victims who had maggot-infested bedsores squirming all over their open wounds, their skin red from the red dye soaking into their skin, then vomiting green slime and dying shortly thereafter. The Humanitarians pushed back a girl who falls back on her champagne glass pyramid and dies from excessive blood loss from all the broken pieces of glass getting embedded in her body. The Humanitarian puts the breathing tube in the esophagus and stomach inflating and exploding, they cut the poor guy open as blood and organs splatters everywhere while smiles are still plastered on the Humanitarians' faces. The Humanitarians grabbed an old man as they puncture his abdomen and spills his intestines. They took a girl and straps her to a wheelchair, teases her and brings her into a disgusting lab. The Humanitarians proceed to cut off a finger on each of the girl's hands, even punching the girl to keep her from passing out. They were also going to go for the groin and tongue next. The Humanitarians grabbed the boy who then is thrown around like a rag doll but then he's pulled into the air vent and diced up by the fan. The Humanitarians' torture chambers are covered in blood, there are remains of one of the two guys' corpses which consisted of a pair of feet and shins, and an arm. One of the guys' bodies twitch spasmodically as if it were still alive and in pain. One of the Humanitarians performed surgery torture on a girl who has implant incision open with what looks like a shoehorn, but the Humanitarian's so reckless and incompetent at putting the implant in that he splatters her blood everywhere in a way that realistically would permanently deform her torso and most likely kill her from blood-loss. Then, the Humanitarian grabbed a guy's head at one point ripping open his eyelids and exposing his brain inside his head. Another gets his arms ripped off while blood squirts from the stumps and there are bones and muscle on the ground next to the severed arms--thanks to what that Humanitarian did. In their torture rooms, there are humans with their skin peeling apart and hanging from its body in bloody strips, a woman's mouth splitting at the corners and stretching her face into a toothy rictus. And some guy who is horribly mutilated, flopping around with no arms and legs and trying to talk while they were choking on blood. The Humanitarians had a teenage boy getting wax stuck in his bladder as well as another boy accidentally having most of his large intestine sucked out of his stomach while being dangerously close to drowning. In order to save his own life, he winds up having to chew through his own intestines in order to get free from the torture but he and the other boy died as he was trying climb out, but ended up pulling off half his flesh and lower body in the process while the Humanitarians cannibalize their corpses. There were pictures of sexy and scantily clad women soaked in blood in the midst of a disgusting, gory act or being brutally attacked and sexual assaulted. There were those who cut off their victims faces and wear them on various parts of their body, and others who soak in their victims’ bloods until they absorb enough of it to give their skin a red tint. The girl hung but still alive in the toilets. Her friend try to free her however the Humanitarians surround the girls and force her to stick a pair of sewing scissors in her mouth, far enough that the blades tap against her molars. Then they cut out her tongue. There was one Humanitarian seems to idolize the body, going so far as to dig through it and apparently pleasure oneself over it while taking pictures. Later, he laughs about how shameful the body looks in death. There was a five year-old boy with trickles of blood oozing from his mouth. He was repeated stabbed to the abdomen, followed by forced tongue amputation by the Humanitarians. And buried alive. The girl had her eyes stabbed with a pair of scissors by a Humanitarian. Four people have been kidnapped by the Humanitarians. They blindfold them and lines them up on the floor. One of the victims can't see the two before she is being killed of disembowelment and the top half of her head being cut off, respectively. A Humanitarian child has another innocent child by the hair, a pair of scissors in her hand, covered in blood with an insane expression on her face. The Humanitarian children are stabbing their teacher to death while he's on his knees and screaming in agony. One victim suffocated by a malicious Humanitarian boy, another victim is forced to cut out his own tongue by a Humanitarian teenager, buried alive, cut in half, have her ribs broken and her lungs pierced with them, a boy had his eyes torn out, let his best friend drown, accidentally smash her to pieces with the pool drain, get stabbed with scissors, mauled to death, and best of all trapped in a time warp that forces them to relive the nightmare! The Humanitarian stabs a boy and kicks him into a pit just for fun. The Humanitarian teen boy catches a female teenage, ties her hands to a table, and begins to cut at her throat. He does this as he starts to climb on top of her and he unbuttons his shirt. When the girl is forced into a skit by the Humanitarians, she is then stabbed in her hands by one of the Humanitarians that had a pair of scissors and suddenly lifted off the air and her whole body is bent at an impossible angle, and her spine letting out a very audible crack. The blades of scissors are now stabbing her friend, while she is losing her head in a brutal fashion. The boy's face is actually a gaping bloody hole as if his face was cleanly cut off, his flesh is entirely decomposed. And there's still blood in his hair from the blow that killed him. His girlfriend was fatally struck in the head by a hulking creature of a Humanitarian; she bleeds so profusely from between her legs that her organs fall out after. The father is found crucified and impaled through the mouth in a large altar-like room, his left eye bloodshot and with a white carving on his iris. His daughter rushes out of the room and eventually the daughter sneaks in the kitchen only to see a Humanitarian sharpening a knife frantically without saying a word. All the daughter can do is run out of the house in fear. But sadly as the daughter closed the door, the Humanitarian breaks through the door and pierces the poor girl in the stomach, her mouth and her head gets deformed while the other Humanitarian gleefully kills her by stabbing her in the neck.
All her life; Patchy had seen Humanitarians: People are hung by the tongue over bubbling pools of gore. Others are stabbed in the eyes with red hot irons. Clouds of worms trail over the landscape devouring everything in their path. But the worst is reserved for minorities. Humanitarians throwing women off a cliff and ladies having their eyes burnt out by the souls of their children. It was a gigantic, smoky chamber filled with a suffocating indescribable stench in eternal darkness. Humanitarians tiptoe from pit to pit, unleashing special tortures tailor-made for each new soul, while they burn innocent people with fire. There was a road sloping gently downhill towards an everlasting pit. Suddenly, people he knows start sprinting past him and over the edge. Into the pit, Humanitarian children are writhing like mad dogs, tearing flesh off other children's faces and throwing it high into the air. And that’s just for starters. People are lying motionless, the Humanitarians chewing on their eyeballs, hearts, hands, and legs. In one an all-consuming fire rages, while in the other violent hail and snow beat down endlessly. In each valley, thousands of people are under choking darkness, globes of black flame hang in the air, rising out of the burning pit then falling back in. Each globe contains a single human, trapped in burning agony without even their loved ones for company. And people are attacked by Humanitarians and running away to safety. There were dirty, run-down cities, collapsing buildings and swamps where the Humanitarians engage in all sorts of depraved activities. They slither between the buildings, consuming people who wander into their clutches. There are big, decaying cities rife with violence. Humanitarians shared houses and would spend all day beating each other, fighting, getting drunk, and robbing one another in the streets. In more extreme versions of these places, every single building would be a brothel where patrons were forced to copulate in excrement, while the city burned around them. Other types of cities included dark forests crawling with Humanitarians, dank caves, and endless deserts. Those in the river of fire also have their entrails pierced by iron hooks, stones smashed in their faces, and their lips cut off with red-hot razors. Some of them are also eaten from the inside out by Humanitarians, just in case all this ultra-violence wasn’t bad enough already. Other victims have their hands and feet cut off and are feasted on by the Humanitarians. But once again, the worst punishments are distinctly politically ambiguous. People are dropped in a pit full of pitch to suffer for all eternity, while women are chained up in red-hot irons and carted off by other Humanitarians. People are cooked down to soup in gigantic frying pans, Humanitarians with red-hot pitchforks push people off mountains, and surgery-minded Humanitarians chop people up into little bits, then magically put them back together to be chopped up again. Humanitarians claw off their own faces and make their victim lead a wild cow across a narrow bridge studded with nails while these monsters try to devour him. One superhuman Humanitarian is a gigantic beast capable of swallowing 9,000 men at a time. Once inside, people who’ve been eaten are then eaten again, this time by thousands of frightened dogs, snakes, rats, and other toothy things, all while being burned and suffocated in the stomach. The victims lose the power to feel love, happiness, or anything other than cruelty and misery. In her most haunting passage, a victim that cries out how it would give anything to be able to love again, to witness even one small act of kindness in the whole of the torment she suffered. Unfortunately, such a thing is completely impossible. Not only do the Humanitarian have to put up with physical misery, they’ve cursed people with mental misery too. People’s genitals being burned with fire, naked women being flogged, and adulterers tied naked together. One man is tied to a stake naked, completely unharmed except for an animal eternally ripping at his genitals. A classroom of middle school kids mutilated into shredded corpses covered in glass, concrete, and their own dismembered bones and blood. There was a girl who was vivisected repeatedly, without anesthesia and had large chunks drilled or gouged out of her body. A woman having her arm ripped off as she screams in agony. A man having his face stomped flat. And a man has his right eye gouged from his head. A man's eyes gouged out, tongue cut out, limbs hacked off, and finally decapitation. And all of him is eaten. Two Humanitarian girls giggling over the man before they munch down on them. Many boys dies in a shower of acid blood, stabbed, strangled and drowning in blood. Humanitarians killing their victims in the incinerator or body pool. One kid who had half her head cut off and shows the upper half of her head, eyes wide and bloodshot in utter terror as it's discarded. Humanitarians killed a guy by stabbing him in the neck. Torture chambers are transparent burning embers, all blackened or burnished bronze, having human forms. They were floating about in that conflagration, now raised into the air by the flames which issued from within themselves, together with great clouds of smoke. Now they fell back on every side like sparks in huge fires, without weight or equilibrium, amid shrieks and groans of pain and despair, which horrified us and made us tremble with fright. The Humanitarians were distinguished by their terrifying and repellent likeness to frightful and unknown animals, black and transparent like burning coals. People are seen in a chase of a pointless game to get a black banner while Humanitarians bite them and are sucking their blood. Leaden, smoky mist and the blazing backdrop against which the person endures a fearful crossing of the river. One of the victims try to get on the ground from the bloody rivers but they are pushed back in. The Humanitarians lurk around and take the victims into the chaotic storms, where they swirl into the madness. There are soft noise as a Humanitarian woman pulls away to have blood dripping from the sides of her mouth. The man is shown to have two punctured marks on his neck. The Humanitarian woman turns back to the man and ripped his chest open as she devours his blood and heart. People are seen lying the mud while filth and 'droppings' rained down hard on them. Two Humanitarian girls are seen pushing boulders at one another in a raging matter. Into another terror, there is a swampy river, where a girl is seen being tortured by Humanitarians as a person watches her suffering in delight. People are seen trying to commit suicide to escape their living hell but they are in deep and despair, they blame other people for putting them in a place like this because of giving up on hope, the Humanitarians are seen taking their tearful rage on nature. Girls are lashed with whips, forced to lie in a river of 'droppings', are hung upside down while their feet are burning, forced to walk backwards blindfolded, Humanitarians tear at their flesh and cause them to bleed, and walk in circles 1000 times. One of them is crucified to the ground, as the others are forced to walk on her. The girls are giving remedies after they were bitten by Humanitarians in a room, the wounds of the victims continue to open and close, & they are suffering of diseases and plagues. And the victims are alive in a frozen lake. Victims' skin getting ripped off, veins popping, and of course, blood. The Humanitarians electrocute a girl with a cattle prod while taking a bath. A man suffered from an infection caused by the grafting of said contraption onto his face by the Humanitarians. A man starved to death after contracting a tapeworm infestation, thanks to the Humanitarians. The Humanitarians had amputated both the boy's legs to replace them with the stilts. Another man committed suicide afterward by shooting himself, not wanting to be caught. Another guy died after being gunned down by the Humanitarians. A girl died from internal injuries after her spinal cord was ruptured by one of the Humanitarians. There were helpless people chained to walls and various torture devices, and the Humanitarians messily shoot the flesh off their bones and activate the devices they're trapped in before they can proceed. They were every brute. Every sadist. Every rapist, pedophile, renderer, and torturer. Every ethnic cleanser, serial murderer, zealot, tyrant, and holy killer. Every terrorist and bomber. Every smirking criminal in office. Every shitty, cruel parent who never should have had kids. And every bad, debasing thing that men and women have to do to deal with the evil bastards that their marks left slashed across innocent souls. The Humanitarians just pulls a girl's head off like a doll. They tear people into pieces, and causes one scientist's intestines to explode out of her. One of the Humanitarians tear off a boy's limbs, down to her fingers, even after she had been neutralized as a threat.
There was a little girl, who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead. And when she was good--very, very good. But when she was bad, she was homicidal! One day that little girl may find a filthy metal spike, and drive it right in the middle of the Hellions' foreheads for she and her friends--this is very good and the game is over – this was their revolution! They’ve got the tools, they’ve got the time to punish a most worthy crime against humanity. Somewhere it’s always time for tea, they’ve been trained by the very best. The sisterhood must eradicate the Hellions as revenge is a dish that is best served now! Patchy believes she's friggin' gorgeous as she and her sisterhood are equipped with weapons: hatchet, scalpel, rusty steel syringe, amputation saw and electroshock machine. Her battle words are, “It’s time for war! It’s time for blood! It’s time for TEA! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate! Eradicate! Eradicate! Eradicate!” Patchy Frost wasn’t always obsessed with the Humanitarians as she was once an innocent girl who was a difficult but a sweet girl. There were times when Patchy felt good to be by herself, she enjoys her own company. Patchy can think up her own ideas and play exactly when she wants. With no around; Patchy can have all the fun to herself but one day, it all changed! “Hey Patchy, why don’t you ask that girl over there to play with us?” suggested her older sister Reina. Patchy was apprehensive, “I don’t know, I’m scared to ask…What if she says no?” She said. Her mother shrugged, “At least try. All you have to ask, who knows, maybe he’ll say yes.” She replied gently and encouragement. Patchy took a deep breath and walked over to the girl. The girl looked up as Patchy felt her heart leap out of her chest. “Um, do you—want to play—with me?” She asked. “OK.” The girl said. And they did until it was time to go home. Just then, Patchy was on the bus to school when she saw the same girl, Clover, from the park yesterday and sure enough Clover recognized Patchy from yesterday too. Without hesitation; Clover sat next to Patchy, “Hi, my name is Clover. What’s yours?” Patchy smiled back, “Patricia, you can call me Patchy.” She replied. Soon they became friends; Patchy and Clover played with each other in games like tag. Patchy has an odd friendship with Donna, despite them getting on each other’s nerves and there’s some friendly competition. It was a little strange! However; Patchy got along with other girls: Swan, Chica, Timberly ‘Timber’, Veronica, Jolene ‘Jolie’, Trea and Sparrow. These girls are best friends, they are in the same classes, they wear the same colored shoes, they have a favorite food together, they play soccer together but what’s so special about the girls’ friendships is how much they care about each other. There was some good times spent together: Chica approached Patchy, who wore a crown and holding a princess dress. “Wanna play dress up?” Patchy asked. “Sure.” Chica said with a smile. When Patchy gets bullied, her friends got her back. Swan shields the sobbing Patchy from the bully and firmly said, “Stop it! Leave her alone!” They all get along with each other; Timber and Patchy make a decision on who goes first by flipping a coin. These girls share everything with one another such as Veronica shared an even half with Patchy, “Half for you, half for me.” She said. “Thanks.” Answered Patchy. There were good at keeping secrets too: “Don’t say anything, this is our secret.” Jolie warned. “I promise.” Patchy said. And stood up for each other when others made judgment: “Patchy is a crybaby.” Donna whispered. Trea shrugged, “It’s not her fault, she’s sensitive. You don’t have to be mean about it.” Trea retorted. There were tough times of mending Patchy’s heart because one day, Patchy was sad when Sparrow came up to her holding a bag of candy, “Do want some of my candy?” She offered. And helped each other through dark times: “This math is hard, I don’t get it.” Patchy complained. “Try it this way.” Clover suggested. There were times when Patchy wanted to play with her friends who were available. “OK, what do you want to play?” asked Swan, glancing at Patchy. And there were some good sporting between them: Timber applauded, “Good job, Patchy. You win!” She praised. Patchy grinned, “Good game.” She replied. To fill up the gratitude; Patchy makes a special present for Chica. But Patchy struggles to get Donna’s approval, like there was an incident where Patchy wanted to join her club. “I don’t need your ideas!” Donna said harshly. Patchy was offended, feeling left out. She shouted angrily, “You better let me help you or else!” Knowing that wouldn’t do any good; Patchy sat alone, she feels like she’s not good enough and feels useless. Patchy approached her friends, “Want to play?” She asked. They would nod in approval. Sometimes, Patchy would be by herself on the jump-rope. That’s when she came up with something for Donna and loomed next to her. “Want to try a more different approach?” suggested Patchy. She explains the idea and then, Donna smiled as she finally said, “Sounds awesome, Patchy!” Patchy felt her spirits were raised in high hopes. It wasn’t until one day that Patchy Frost wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of getting involved with other new people she doesn’t know. “Come now, Patchy. You’re just shy sweetie.” Her mother said brightly. But Patchy stubbornly refused, “Don’t ask me to go in there, you can’t make me!” She replied. However, Patchy was persuaded to go in as a voice calls out in a jolly voice, “Hello!” Patchy looked in as one part wants to enter into the room and the other part didn’t want her to. Patchy was a bad behaved girl and has a lot of incidents with the other girls: Patchy was playing a board game with Chica as she cheated in the game. “Hey, no fair! You’re cheating!” Chica called out to her. But Patchy couldn’t care less about the rules of the game. She would get aggressive like one time, Patchy shoves Timber away, “Stupid head!” Veronica came to her friend’s defense, “Don’t call me or my friend that.” She protested. Patchy just laughed at her. She would also be bossy: Patchy glared at the boys and remarked, “You can’t play, it’s only for girls!” Clover and the other girls were very surprised as well as the other boys that Patchy was acting like a Queen Bee! She would mercilessly as Patchy taunted Trea, “Nya, nya, nya!” Trea who was scared by her aggressive behavior. In an attempt to get what she wants; Patchy seized the toy from Sparrow, who struggles to get it back. “Give it to me!” Patchy screamed. “No, you already have one!” Sparrow protested. She even accused others for her problems: Patchy glared at Donna, she pointed at her and exclaims, “It’s your fault, you made me trip!” Donna was taken aback, “No I didn’t!” She said. And is overly protective over Clover: Patchy seized Clover’s arm, she and Donna turned to her in shock. Clover tugged at Patchy, “Let go of me!” She objected. However, Patchy pulled on her arm, “You can’t play with her, you’re my best friend—MY BEST FRIEND!!!” She claimed wildly. And she was a poor sport; Patchy scowled at Chica and said, “This game is so dumb, I quit.” She got up and stomped away. She annoyed others as well as: Patchy growled at Veronica, who got annoyed with her and turned to her saying, “Quit it!” Nevertheless; Patchy ignored her protests and irritating her soon. She also decides of what: Patchy pointed to Clover, “You be the sister.” She points to Swan, “You be the baby.” And then points to herself, “And I’ll be the mom.” Clover was irked, “Oh c’mon Patchy! You always get to be the Mom, I want to decide this time!” complained Clover. “Yeah Patches, don’t be so boss.” Swan echoed. And her aggression worsened: Patchy got into Chica’s face, “Get out of the way or else!” She threatened. Chica gulped in fear. Donna was annoyed, “What a pest.” She muttered. “She’s only going to make enemies that way.” Jolie commented quietly. One day; Patchy arrived at school in a cranky mood where she caused damage to property and violently lashes at her classmates with verbal insults as well as physical tantrums. But Patchy is sent to the nurse’s office to calm down and is visited by her favorite teacher, Patchy’s mother, Reina and her friends who all help her feel better. One day while on vacation of a tropical get away; Patchy and Reina as well as three other people were hurdled into the shipping container by the Hellions. It is believed that just one of the Hellions wielded the chainsaw, as they are often seen likely standing there to prevent anyone from escaping. The three unnamed victims were all slain by the chainsaw, leaving Reina for last begging them not to do this in front of her sister! “Close your eyes, Patchy.” Reina sobbed. “I want my sister.” Patchy cried. She screamed and cried as they revved the chainsaw, “No! Not in front of my little sister!....Oh, god. Please don't cry. It's gonna be okay…Don't you dare! Not in front of my sister, please!....No!.....Close your eyes, Patchy. Don't look. Patchy. Close your eyes.” This caused Reina turning then to give a final smile to Patchy. She said to close her eyes, not to look and that she loved her before the Hellion finally cut into her, “I want my sister! I want my big sister!” cried Patchy. “I love you, Patchy.” Whispered Reina. The Hellions were killing Reina in front of Patchy with no remorse. Then, the Humanitarians fled the area while Patchy sat there, for two entire days sitting in blood that would forever change her. Patchy was yelling out, “Listen up! Welcome to the Sisterhood. My name is Patchy Frost, the founder and leader of the sisterhood. I am not your mother, not your caretaker but I am your teacher, your friend, your sister. You will formally address me as ‘Mistress’, clear on that?” The girls answered in unison like soldiers, “Yes Mistress!” Patchy nodded, “Good, OK, we need to take of something…” She looked at her clipboard and continues: “We need to be reminded on what we do here in the sisterhood! We go after the corrupted people that had wronged many innocent lives; Abusive parents, neglectful parents, dysfunctional families that mistreat their loved ones. Those who abused authority to get what they want, predator teachers that paws children and teenagers, even those that are not teachers that are dangerous with lustful eyes while taking advantage of them too! Domestic violence—husbands abusing their wives and wives abusing their husbands. Let’s be clear, domestic violence does not discriminate gender—at all! Understood?” The sisterhood replies, “Yes Mistress!” Patchy paced around while talking loudly, “We punished criminal children, sociopaths that don’t show any remorse, people who abuse the elderly, racists, sexists, bullies and people that discriminate. They need to be punished, but if they do show remorse—spare them mercy, got it?” The sisterhood girls cried out in response: “Yes Mistress!” Patchy sustained to speak, “To those nurses and doctors that did wrong to patients, even in mental asylums that done this many times, to those that didn’t care in the world and are greedy. Those wealthy bastards who put down on other people as commoners and those so called commoners, the rich referred them as, needed to be more respected. Got that? All those corrupted like this, must be punished!!!!” The girls of the sisterhood cheered. It was then Patchy turned to Stephanie while reciting, “Step right up, we bring to you the finest entertainment. And I am pleased to be your humble servant. Accept our hospitality, indulge in abnormality--I do this as a gift, not for employment. Come see our girls, crazy girls! If you're willing to be thrilled, this is a hell of a ride! Those girls, crazy girls. They're hot, they're nuts, they're determined! To see these lovely freaks of nature for a limited time! Come see the girls of the Sisterhood! Some are born mad, some achieve madness. Some have madness thrust upon them. This is the real thing my friends, guaranteed 100 percent, authentic, mentally-ill! Accept no imitations! Why? We’re homicidal! One day we’ll find a filthy metal spike, and drive it right in the middle of the Humanitarians' foreheads for she and her friends--this is very good and the game is over – this was their revolution! We’ve got the tools, we’ve got the time to punish a most worthy crime against humanity, we’ve been trained by the very best. We must eradicate the Humanitarians as revenge is a dish that is best served now! And I believe I’m friggin' gorgeous!” She screeched and the girls cheered. Patchy took a breath and looked while ranting, “The Sisterhood are criticize and judged for who we are…mentally over-stimulating, too much serious conversating, organized religion-hating, sinful un-wed copulating, marriage without pro-creating, male-mind manipulating, chronically hallucinating, certainly there's no debating, some we just find fascinating, women's rights facilitating, independent thought creating! But it’s not like that as we are something more…Our hearts is a weapon of war, our voices is a weapon of choice. An eye for an eye, a heart for a heart--A soul for a soul. When we fight--we fight for our dream, we fight to the death. We fight for control! Those poor people are under attack and victims to the Humanitarians, what is the body count? I've lost track. If nobody's mentioned how this will end against the Humanitarians, then I will be the first. There are more of us than there are of you, so show me your worst!” The girls cried out in agreement like men do in the war. Patchy held up a finger and said, “Let me say something, there is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge. A hostile takeover, an absolute rebellion to the end, this is our battle cry. I'm giving you a head start, you're going to need it. Even if you're only a boy, you can fight like a girl! It's so easy to kill, this I learned by watching the Humanitarians. If I have to I will, it's not pretty but it's true, I am through lying still, to be beaten, screwed--And if I'm lucky, left for dead, so who's scary now? The Humanitarians will be shown no mercy, it's a bit too late--The game is on, don't run, don't hide, don't wait. If we've got no honor, then we've got no shame. If it's in self defense, then we will take no blame.” That’s when she faced her sisterhood and gave out a shout and speech. “What is it time for?” hollered Patchy. “It’s time for war!” The sisterhood replied loudly. “What is it time for?” Patchy exclaimed. “It’s time for blood!” The girls bellowed vocally. “What is it time for?” Patchy shrieked. “It’s time for TEA!” The sisterhood shouted. “Why is that?” Patchy demanded. “Somewhere it’s always time for tea!” The sisterhood shouted. “What else?” cried Patchy. “The Tea Party Massacre will end the Humanitarians!” The sisterhood shouted. “What are we?” Patchy asked loudly. “We’re homicidal!” The sisterhood replied in unison of shouts. “What are we gonna do?” Patchy screamed. “Find a filthy metal spike, and drive it right in the middle of the Humanitarians' foreheads! The sisterhood screeched “How come?” demanded Patchy. “This is our revolution!” protested the sisterhood with pride in their yells. “How?!” yelled Patchy. “We’ve got the tools, we’ve got the time to punish a most worthy crime against humanity, we’ve been trained by the very best. We must eradicate the Humanitarians as revenge is a dish that is best served now!” The sisterhood cried, “Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate! Eradicate! Eradicate! Eradicate!” Soon, Patchy Frost and the girls got a call to about the Humanitarians are attacking the mall so the girls headed over there! Patchy pushed shells into the shotgun's chamber and worked the pump. Crouching there behind the counter, she raised the gun and aimed at a Humanitarian glaring, and fired. His lower jaw disappeared in a flash and he hit the floor. She took two steps in that direction when a female Humanitarian pushing a mercifully empty baby carriage rushed clumsily at her. Patchy worked the pump and fired again. Her aim was uncanny and its head exploded in a gray haze spraying her with flesh confetti. She kicked at the still rolling baby carriage and pumped the gun. The Humanitarians were closing on her with alarming speed. Her chances of reaching the hall were now very slim. Desperately she looked around trying to find the most likely spot to break through. Just a few feet to her right a group of teenage Humanitarians. They were in low-slung sweatpants and basketball jerseys began to chuckle in breathless voices. Suddenly her desperation turned to fury. She fired wildly into the teenagers, killing them all. One more Humanitarian appeared behind her but Patchy held the empty shotgun like a bludgeon awaiting his inevitable attack. Proud of herself; she swung the gun. But went further into the room and found something disturbing: There was a Humanitarian guy pulled a chrome .38 pistol out from behind his back and put it to his temple. The frown on his face curled up into a smile and suddenly he winked at me as his head explode outward and splatter against the wall. He raised his head up to look at me with blood filled eyes. The flesh was starting to peel away off of his face and he opened his mouth to expose a mass of maggots that had begun feeding on his tongue. The Humanitarian man says in a gurgling failing voice. “You’re just like me and you’ll end up just like me.” But he is kicked as his body fell apart as it was devoured by the maggots it seemed to be hosting. “Nothing but food for the flies! Hahahahahahah!” When Patchy turned away, she saw something more sickening: The Humanitarian girl began peeling off her clothes frantically. She stripped down to her underwear in silence. The girl begun to claw at her skin leaving long bleeding scratch marks over her chest and stomach. The girl was tearing chunks of her own flesh off now and discarding them on the ground with her clothes. And finally peeled away the skin from her torso exposing the bleeding muscle beneath. Fat and sinew fell off of her shredded body as she removed more and more of her skin. Her slimy blood drenched hand reach out and grab on while her shredded flesh pressed to my body. The skin began to slough off her face leaving bulging eyeballs in an exposed bloodstained skull. Her lip-less mouth opened and she leaned into with a protruding tongue. “Food for the flies…You’re going to rot with the maggots, sweetie.” She taunted but Patchy used a machete and killed the Humanitarian in pieces with Patchy panting, then she exclaimed at the top of her lungs: “You can take everything dear to me. Hell, you can have the entire human race, ya freaks! But this world is Mine! Ya hear me? MINE!!! IT'S THE MOST PRECIOUS THING IN THE WORLD, YOU GONNA BE SHITTIN' BRICKS WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU COCKSUCKING FUCKERS!!!!!” Patchy wears several layers of garments that look like rags, and span from white lace to striped fabrics, fishnet and striped stockings, boots and burlesque heels. Her bright red hair which she always styles her hair in eccentric ways, she back combs her hair a lot, she wears dreadlocks and she curls them to look like an industrial porcelain doll. She does the same thing for her makeup: she often paints her eyes like a doll, and she uses black, red and white when it comes to makeup, clothing and hair. She has a very strong brand and image, besides having a beautiful voice and unique style. Patchy's attire resembled to a Victorian-inspired ragged doll, and perfectly matches her persona. She described her favorite music style of “fantasy rock” and “cabaret”---She refers to it as “Psychotic Vaudeville Burlesque” which perfectly fits her fashion sense as well. It was perfect for her role to addressed the Humanitarians and remind them of who they are dealing with.
Patchy is sitting silently on a police car while surrounded by the corpses of civilians that were tortured to death by the Humanitarians. She starts to hear a ghostly voice calling to her. “Patchy...” Patchy sees the silhouette of a young woman as she recognized this, “...I’m still dead. Patchy.” Patchy jerks awake. Patchy was found still standing, surrounded by twenty Humanitarian soldiers with their heads smashed in, holding a broken rifle and riddled with bullet holes. The Humanitarians' movements became increasingly sporadic and they still could not utter words, although they could laugh and did so often. Much too often. Not happy laughter, but quiet, almost nervous laughing, nearly constant. The mindless movements of the Humanitarian children made it seem like they were puppets on strings. The Humanitarians continued to stare at him and twitch for a while. The Humanitarian boy stopped, looked at the door, and laughed. He fell to the floor, twitching and rolling about laughing insanely. The two others did the same. After a few minutes the fit ceased, and they stood up, still twitching, still giggling. The lights went out. There were crashes, glass shattering and screams. The most terrifying thing of all was the haunting whispers, coupled with the quiet laughing. When the lights went back on, the Humanitarians were gone. Two men lay unconscious beside their friend, their bodies twisted at odd angles, blood trickling from their drooping mouths. At first they appeared to be dead. They showed no vital signs. But the guy could hear them laughing, ever so slightly and quietly. Sitting before the camera in the next footage as her lips made out the words over and over, “….‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand….‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand….” And the footage ends. That’s when Patchy had a strange dream: The lucid dreaming starts off with a dark woods, a person walks through it as the sun begin to shine on a mountain and the person climbs up. Further in the journey towards the top of the mountain but then there is a lion, leopard, and a she wolf. The person is frightened and runs off back to the dark woods however they end up entering the nightmare realm of Inferno. In the limbo vivid dream, The person enters a part of the realm, where girls are seen in a chase of an pointless game to get a black banner while hornets bite them and parasitic worms are sucking their blood. The person gets on the boat and rides it across but is horrified to see a leaden, smoky mist and the blazing backdrop against which the person endures a fearful crossing of the river. But he is steadied by a learned voice in his mind while the boat plough though the water of tormenting girls. One of the girls try to get on the boat but they are pushed back in. Deep in the lust zone, The Minos lurk around and take the female victims into the chaotic storms, where they swirl into the madness. The person hears soft noise and looks to see what it is. It looks a man and woman kissing in the style of the statue but the woman pulls away to have blood dripping from the sides of her mouth. The man is shown to have two punctured marks on his neck. The vampiric woman turns back to the man and ripped his chest open as she devours his blood and heart. In the next part of Inferno; Girls are seen lying the mud while filth and 'droppings' rained down hard on them. Two girls are seen pushing boulders at one another in a raging matter. Into another terror, There is a swampy river, where a girl is seen being tortured by demons as a person watches her suffering in delight. Girls are seen trying to commit suicide to escape their living hell but they are in deep and despair, they blame God for putting them in a place like this because of giving up on him and on hope, they are seen taking their tearful rage on nature. The person then sees girls are lashed with whips, forced to lie in a river of 'droppings', are hung upside down while their feet are burning, forced to walk backwards blindfolded, monsters tear at their flesh and cause them to bleed, and walk in circles 1000 times. One of them is crucified to the ground, as the others are forced to walk on her. The girls are giving remedies after they were bitten by vipers in a room, the wounds of the females continue to open and close, & they are suffering of diseases and plagues. The person discovers a well, and goes down to see the girls are in a frozen lake. The person escapes from Inferno by climbing down a ragged fur, which was in the far corner of the frozen lake. The person pass through the center of the earth with a consequent change in the direction of gravity, causing the person to think it is returning to Inferno. The pair emerge in the other hemisphere, just before dawn on Easter Sunday, beneath a sky studded with stars. There once was a girl who didn't believe in God but then she did when she was shown the video, "A Letter from Hell", and suffered panic attacks. Her early life; she went through trouble with her abusive father and the divorce of her parents as well as her dreams as a writer. Her family has been Christian for awhile however her father was a Catholic, she never took the whole Christian religion seriously until what she saw from "A Letter from Hell" and now she suffers panic attacks. Her mother is concerned and ask her what is wrong, mother and daughter begin talking about Hell, Heaven, The Devil, and God. One day, her mother takes her to the family therapy and talk about it. The therapist listens as she writes down what the girl is telling her. The therapist then decides to try something different one day and she uses exposure therapy against the girl and the girl begin to have nerve-wracking visions. In the first vision; a teen boy name Virgil Tory was killed while drunk driving and he found himself in Heaven but he was rejected because he rejected Christ and was in this cell. While in that cell; He thought about his friend, Dante Zion, who is a Christian but he never told his best friend about Jesus. Suddenly, the demons came and dragged Virgil into the fiery abyss, they toss him into the Lake of Fire as Virgil screams in terror, "Why Dante? Why didn't you tell me about Jesus?" He sent a letter to Dante about Hell and Dante suffered so much and thought about his best friend; burning in the eternal torment. The girl becomes fearful, distraught, and has another panic attack however the therapist calms her fears and gives her a break. A few minutes later; The girl is placed in another trance and has more visions. The second was the innocence being tortured by the wicked so they turned to the devil for help and he agrees to help, for he will take their tormentors to Hell but after that's done, the innocence must go to Hell too after they die. The devil says that they will never know the joys of Heaven; they will enter a world full of pain and agony. Then, there were terrifying images of people being in Hell of fire, blood, pain, and demons. The third and last is where a man who has been in purgatory of a near death experience but an angel of purgatory allowed him to be revived on Earth. So the man returned back to life on earth but realize that a tragedy was about to occur; he tried to stop it while begging to God to not let anyone die. However a revelation came over him; God wasn't listening. The tragedy occurred, everyone was killed; even that man! The man was tricked b the angel of purgatory and was sent to Hell, where the Devil welcome him to the eternal torment and laughed at the man's pain as his soul was burning forever! The girl has severe panic attacks and is calmed down, she is visited by a Christian who talks to her about God is a good person as well as his Son, Jesus Christ. The girl starts to recite this prayer, "Lord Jesus, I believe you are the Son of God. Thank you for dying on the cross for my sins. Please forgive my sins and give me the gift of eternal life. I ask you in to my life and heart to be my Lord and Savior. I want to serve you always." Thus, she becomes a new person and writes about Jesus Christ and warns the people who don't know about Hell and to not go down there. Patchy woke up from that dream, when she saw Clover standing at her bedside. “Clover? Shit, scared the hell out of me! What is it?” snapped Patchy. Clover looked troubled, “There’s something you need to see.” She simply said. Patchy was curious as she got out of bed and walked out to get dressed.
“Wanna tell me what the hell is going on?” Patchy asked. Clover didn’t say anything but she pulled out a DVD, put it in the DVD ROM and turned on the TV turned on as the image of a young man timidly went into another room to see something from on the other side of glass of Tomek and Nathan being bound, gagged, and seated in chairs while their legs were shackled. The cruel looking, stoic Ruben Bucket gives instructions through an intercom, and stabbing is shown. Later, someone gives the order to release the boys. In the next image, it shows Nathan sitting there while groaning pain. He didn't see Ruben insert the syringe into the glass vial. Ruben grabbed him and held his arm straight. “NO! What are you doing?!!” Nathan shrieked, as Ruben inserted the needle into a vein in his arm, and pushed down on the plunger, forcing the drug into the boys’ bloodstream. In about ten minutes, the boys felt all pain disappear and a euphoric high set in. Their vision bleared slightly and everything became bright. Moments later; Nathan woke up and looked beside him to see himself and Tomek were lying there next to each other. Their blood vessels and veins sewn against their wrists with each other as they couldn't break free! Nathan and Tomek were gagged as they were whimpering under their gags. They looked up to see Ruben standing over them, looking rather pleased. He then said, “Well…..You boys are becoming quite stiff aren’t you? I think it’s time we give you some excitement.” He injected something else into the three and watched them as he turned on a sound speaker. There was some sort of soft, high pitch sounds of a woman moaning like she was making love. “Ooo... oh... mm... ah. mm...mmm...OHH OHH oooH OHHHH! MMM…YEAH YEAH YEAH! YEAH!” over and over again. Just then; the three were horrified to look down to see some form of tumescent in their groin region that horrified them! Ruben laughed, “Why, you boys are stiff, I think you need something to coat your little cherries. And I know just the thing, girls can come and spice things up. After all, that’s what you boys crave huh?” He mocked. “MMURGHMF!!...MMUMMPPHHH!!!” Nathan muffled in the gagged when he saw a trio of girls entering wearing the same black satin over-bust corset dress with a front closure, plastic boning, ribbon lace up back and tutu skirt that reached their knees. The girls were each wearing a black Venetian style masquerade mask with intricate design and adorned with sparkling clear crystal rhinestones. Ruben gestured to the girls, “All right ladies, are you ready? Bona fide cleaned cut Cherry boys. You ladies are gonna be the first.” He said with a smirk. Watching; Nathan's eyes widened with the realization that he was going to be tortured! The girl climbed on top of Nathan's body and between his spread thighs. “MMMMPPHHH!!!!” Nathan screamed as the tortured girl suddenly pushed forward against and into him, splitting Nathan opened. He screamed into his gag and arched his back. Scared of being next; Tomek whimpered and squirmed, as the girl above him shoved him while cringing. Tomek struggled against the rough rope that chafed his wrists, knees, and ankles, but it was no use. They were too tight. The girl was crying underneath the mask as she has mascara tears staining her cheeks. “Sorry....” She said in a whisper. “MMUMMFFF!!!” Tomek protested and writhed, showing his displeasure. He squirmed and tried to no avail to wrench free of the poor girl's grasp. Tomek screamed into his gag. The girl was yelled at Ruben, who told her to do it now and she did with reluctance. She was doing the deed to poor Tomek, frail and sweet Tomek. “Mmmummmpphhh!!” Tomek muffled, his eyes had tears rolling down his cheeks. The girl's masked eyes roving over his body. The girl was forced to grabbed his arms and tied his wrists behind his back as Tomek stared in horror at the girl who was intended to force inside his tiny body. The girl reluctantly grasped Tomek's knees and pushed his legs apart. She weeps while she was there on his helpless body writhing underneath her; watching as she was crying and spasming around and moaned while Tomek wailing muffles in her tears. The girl's loins exploded, flooding his body as he could feel her warm, gooey substance coursing through him and let him roll onto his side, moaning in shame and agony at having been taken against his will. He was so sore, he didn't feel like he could move. Nathan felt bad for the boy however he looked up to see the masked, black dressed girl who was lifting her skirt up and was shaken but fell onto him. Nathan could feel the girl inside him, as well. He was in such agony and despair, the girl was heartbroken for words while he felt her gyrating upon him and hurting him so brutally. Nathan grunted, tears forming at his eyes. Then, Ruben shouted: “Feed her!” Nathan was confused by this as the girl reached down to his crotch. There was an unzipping sound followed by shifting and then a girl’s muffled moaning. Nathan was terrified, there was a gulping sound. He felt violated, exposed, and disgusted. “Feed her! FEED HER! Feed her! FEED HER! Swallow it bitch! Swallow!” Ruben demanded. Nathan looked over and was horrified that Tomek was also terrified as the other two girls were doing it to them. The video switches as it shows the boys all seemed to have the same terrified expression on their faces as the camera started to focus on them, their eyes all red and sunken in. Despite the black duct tape placed over their mouths, they could all be heard sobbing. Tomek would suddenly look up and start crying even harder than before. He cries and screams, but the sound was muffled and barely audible. He merely sobbed quietly. Nathan seemed to faint at this horrific sight, he went limp as her eyes rolled back in her head. Blood and innards went all over the inside of their prison, and all over the terrified boys. As Tomek continued to cry even harder, his terrified eyes focused on the left side of him. The footage ended and Patchy was in shock so she decides to rescue them and located them on where they currently were. She sneaked in the prison and made sure she wasn’t caught and found the prison room, Room 522, and pickpocketed as she saw Tomek and Nathan bound and gagged still as she steps over to them quietly. Tomek and Nathan woke up to see Patchy and nearly freaked out while their panicked cries are muffled. “Shh, it’s OK. I’m gonna get you two out of here!” Patchy said softly. As she said this, Patchy was releasing Tomek from the restraints, she carried him out. Then, Patchy went back and also released Nathan from the binding harnesses, she helped him out. Patchy helps them both out of the prison and headed to the elevator. While Tomek and Nathan were in the elevator, they was leaning against it as they waited until the doors begin to slide shut, they look over at her. Patchy was just a rough edge of a beautiful girl who seemed interesting. When the elevator dinged; Patchy, Tomek and Nathan exited as they heard Ruben and his guards coming but they hide while Clover watched them and decides to help her best friend out who was protecting these boys. Clover and the others from the Sisterhood came across Ruben Bucket and his guards as well as Donna lead Ruben inside of an empty theater. While the soldiers looked around; Ruben turned to the Sisterhood, “Well? Where is she?” He demanded. Clover pointed toward the ceiling, “Up there. I know she’s up in there. Hiding. I swear!” She explained. Rubenglanced over and noticed a couple of familiar hidden figures, Tomek and Nathan was shocked as well as frozen with fear. Ruben grinned smugly, “So it’s you two again.” He remarked. Tomek and Nathan were too frighten to move when all of a sudden, a sultry hissing female voice startled everyone: “RUBEN BUCKET!!! DID I NOT INSTRUCT THAT BOX FIVE WAS TO BE KEPT EMPTY?!” Clover, Donna and the other girls were shocked. “She’s here, Patchy Frost!” gasped Donna. “DAMN YOU LITTLE PRYING VIPER!!! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU DONE?! YOU LITTLE TRAITOR!!!” Patchy screeched. “CURSE YOU, YOU LITTLE LYING DEMON!!! YOU ARE THE WORST!!! YOU ARE THE WORST BRAT IN THE WORLD!!! ANNOYING!!! INSANELY CRAZY!!! SCREWBALL!!!” Tomek and Nathan were shaken in fear, Clover and her sisterhood stay with them as they comfort her. “You cannot escape your fate.” Ruben declared. “Revenge—is mine!” hissed Patchy. She caused chaos and laughing at the suffering of the soldiers. “Poor, unfortunate, foolish souls they make me laugh! Ha-ha!” Patchy resonating with manic, she sounded like she was singing but the sounds above sounds like she’s dancing. Twirling, it maybe. Viletta spoke out, “Enough of this, get down here!” She then felt her hand tightening her throat as she chokes out, “You are supposed to be silent, little toad! Wait, yes. Perhaps it is you who is the toad.” Patchy ranted. Viletta was struggling to breathe and Patchy giggled at her struggle. Viletta coughed, she gagged while she try to break free however Patchy laughed in a maniacal way that frightened everyone else. Patchy then said, “Behold! She is ‘singing’ to bring down the CHANDELIER!!!” Once escaping; Nathan explained what was going on while Tomek was recovering from a panic attack: Despite these limitations, they take the time to love each other, while in a position where they can hide their love from the world’s disapproval. It feels sustainable, but this wild love will exhaust him. Nathan’s attempt to wear him down and get him to stop resisting him is working out. Tomek yearns for Nathan’s tight embrace. He wants to lose himself and be smothered in ecstasy with his friend. Tomek pleads with Nathan, trying to convince him to escape. It hurts Nathan to see their kinship is condemned, but the forbidden nature of the relationship only heightens his arousal and emotional state. Tomek is wary of how outsiders perceive his relationship, so he keeps it hidden and in the dark. But he realizes he’s so protective of Nathan and can’t hide it anymore, so he throws caution to the wind and dares to love wildly and freely. He can’t stop thinking about his friend, to the point of distraction. During the day, the memories of their nights together consume his mind, and he attempts to distract himself. His lust is shown clearly in his desire to be set free, as well as wanting to be the subject of someone’s dreams. However, his lust also makes him vulnerable – once he’s involved, he can be hurt – and he fears being hurt, by the encounter. He wants to feel cherished and important. Now that he’s come to terms with who he is he wants to become the subject of someone’s lusting after him; something to stimulate him and to make it a night that would leave him a changed young man. Both boys being nervous about the setting, but being warmed up to situation, he feels so much pleasure and happiness that he can barely think. Tomek indicates feeling content inside while surrounded by a chaotic situation. He questions to come and avoid the problems of the world for a while. This could also mean that where he might be staying is a little walks way away from where they met, and is inviting him in for the night. Nathan’s hope and desperation because of the event. It’s his first time, presumably, and he believes, childishly, that the future will be like a fairy tale. Nathan mistakes his lust for love, and tries to interest his partner romantically rather than physically, refusing to accept the fact that the person in question probably only wants to fulfill his interest. Nathan is no longer happy with his current life. His hope that people will change alludes to someone disapproving of his orientation. Yet he needs to recover from the mistakes he made. He fell for someone and gave everything he could for the relationship, and it didn’t turn out well. So his heart is still broken and needs to heal before it’s given to someone else. Nathan begins to describe how he saw his future with his lover. The future Tomek imagined for them is now crumbling down because of a mistake he made. He recognizes that the demise of their relationship is on his hands. The guilt he feels for ruining everything and his high expectations only make it harder to accept that the relationship is over. Nathan is both a fool for falling in love with this boy and a fool for letting go of him. He can’t win either way and it probably drives him wild. He was blind and now that they aren’t together, Tomek knows that what they have is unique and very special, even if they don’t look like much at first glance. There comes a time in every person’s life where you’re faced with two options. A time to either one, stay paralyzed in the ever present darkness, or two radically move into the light of freedom and peace... The journey into letting go and freedom is an excruciating one; but once the mountain move is made, the sparks are flying, the mountain moves taken to cross the great decide from darkness into the light. Patchy looked at the boys and reassured them, “Don’t worry, nothing bad is going to happen to you two ever again!” Her voice was melodically as Nathan and Tomek were staring at her. Back with Nathan and Tomek, they couldn't stop thinking about Patchy until one day, Tomek heard a grunting sound of a girl in the lobby when he peeks around and saw a horrifying sight of Patchy attacking a thug and then killing him by hitting him hard. As she was done; Patchy panted when she caught wind of Tomek standing there. Terrified; Tomek try to move back but Patchy pinned him against the wall, they were so close that Tomek was scared. "You saw that?" Patchy demanded. Tomek shook his head, "No, no. I didn't see anything there, I won't tell anyone. I'm...I'm sorry..." He apologized. Patchy nodded, she released Tomek from his grip. "Good, that's what I thought." He said. He looked over and said, "You play this right, I might give you a nice reward." Tomek felt his heart leap in his chest when this girl said those words. Patchy smirked as she retorts with, "Let's do something to keep us busy." Tomek looked at her with a wry smile. He then yawn and fell asleep on Patchy's lap, Patchy was uncomfortable however he noticed how peaceful Tomek look when asleep. She smiles while petting Tomek's head, then Tomek mutters: "That feels nice." Patchy was feeling a warm sensation of compassion, she didn't know why that boy was being nice to her but somehow the boy was something. But Nathan noticed her wounds and treated Patchy's wounds. Patchy grunted in pain, it was intolerable. Nathan was trying to bandage the bleeding wound on Patchy's leg, picking at it and trying to heal him. "You really caused yourself trouble." Nathan scolded. Patchy sighed, "Just shut up and fix my friggin' leg will ya?" He snapped. "Oh, feisty aren't we? Engaging and reckless. You're leaving people speechless, young lady." Nathan teased. Patchy turns away, looking very annoyed. It was quiet until Patchy looked at Nathan who was trying not to hurt him when Patchy looks at Nathan with an incredulous look on her face, "What the friggin' hell are you doing? Wait, wait, don't tell me! Don't tell me! It's painfully obvious, you're trying to seduce me aren't you?" She said while smirking. Nathan looked embarrassed. "Wha--? No, what are you saying? You sound like I'm a hormone straddled teenager! I'm not...." He said. But Patchy cannot stop talking as she said, "It's because you want to, isn't it? You've wanted to ever since you saw me that day when I rescued you both. You can't believe what you see. But you can believe what you feel right? Well buddy, I've been thinking about you all day." Nathan was surprised, "Me? Really?" He asked. "Sure, I mean, it would be great to get to know you a little bit more." Patchy said. She place her hands on Nathan's shoulders, "You would like that, right?" Patchy inquired. Nathan nodded, "Yeah...Sure." He said. Pulling away; Patchy smirked over at Nathan, "You're never gonna jump, are you?" She asked. Nathan shakes his head while saying: "Don't you ever say never to me. I'm not scared." He said. But Nathan begins to shiver with fear. Patchy put her hands on the side of Nathan's face and shakes him lightly. "Hey, relax. Be calm, I will never hurt you like what happened to me." He exclaimed. Nathan nodded however Nathan felt bad until he had an idea. "Are you ready?" asked Patchy with a smile. "For what?" Nathan inquired nervously. “A good time.” Patchy said as she licks lips. Nathan stared at him in wide eyes anticipation. Just then, Patchy felt overcome with terror! She ran off and strips off her clothes quickly. Freezing to the bone; Patchy was crying in her room and passed out until Nathan approached her and took advantage. Nathan begins kissing Patchy’s neck as he clutches her bags bouncing on her chest. He took her away for awhile where they were kissing as this guy was groping her breasts. “Take off your shirt for me.” He whispered. “Shnnureeee babe.” Patchy said. She removed her top and unhooked her bra in the front where her breasts are exposed. “Oh god…” Nathan said. He took hold of them and squeezed them. “Ohhh~~! My bags….” Patchy gasped. “You got huge of them, so soft and squished up…May I?” The guy whispered. “Yeah.” Patchy moaned as she jolts her head back. Nathan then tasted her breasts with his tongue, proved quite adept at curling around her breasts and sucking on them, causing her nipples to grow hard because of her arousal. The arousing taste of her soft skin, how running his fingers over her smooth breasts. Patchy soughed and moaned, she lets out a palpitation wail and they both passed out. . It was soon that Patchy noticed Tomek was shivering, he noticed how his body was quivering so much. And how he lets out shaky breaths! "Tomek? Tomek?" Patchy asked, gently shaking on the boy. "What is it?" She asked. Tomek respond back, "Nothing. I'm fine." But Patchy didn't believe him as she put her arms around him. Soon; Patchy and Tomek were embracing each other, shuddering and gasping while close to each other. Tomek whimpered, "So...cold..." Patchy shushed him gently, "I'm right here, I'll keep you warm." Tomek reached for his hand and they both entered the apartment, he tightened his grip on Patchy, and went down into the corner. He got closer, before pushing him towards the wall; Tomek stared at him for a moment. All of a sudden, Tomek was leaning over close and kissed Patchy's neck fiercely, who stopped and she was pulling herself away. “Come on, you know you want it.” Patchy said. He pressed his teeth to his neck softly, briefly so innocently. Patchy's heart beating loudly. He put his arms around him and pulled him close. Tomek went deeper and more passionately. Patchy smiled and became overjoyed as she pulled him in and it went on a little longer. Tomek's tongue darted into her wound again and again, and Patchy put her hands in his soft hair which caused him to moan. Tomek could see her beauty and the taste of his blood was so sweet. Patchy moved forward and kissed Tomek. She continued soft bites on his neck and Tomek returned the biting. His tongue danced in his neck, exploring every nook and cranny. Patchy put her hand on his waist and slowly continued while soft moans ricocheted from the passionate embrace. Nathan came beside her and Patchy unbuttons her shirt and exposes her large breasts jiggling. “I want to see how much 'power' you have.....” Patchy said with pride of shaking her boobs. Surprised; Nathan takes his hand off her leg and smirking while grasping breast, “Ooooh, I see how it is, I like this side of you. Shows dominance in you~!” He said with appreciation. Patchy tilts head back while smirking, “Come on...I need it, stop teasing me. Don't stop. I need it so bad. Not until I say so. It's the way I like it.” She confessed. Nathan grins at her, “As you wish.” He said. Then; he bites her nipple, fondling with other breast. Patchy moans, “Oh god, yes. That feels good....that's so nice....” Nathan starts to suck her nipple, then licks seductively. Liking it so much; Patchy couldn’t contain herself, while he licks her large breast as he was playing with her nipple. Patchy moans, convulsing out of pleasure as she responded: “Don't stop... don't stop...Oh god, come on, make me come...Yes....mmmmm... You like my tits?” She made her point by jiggling them. Nathan nodded, “Oh yeah….very, just the way I like 'em.” He kisses side of breast affectionately. Patchy was shuddering at that with chills running up her skin, she was feeling so horny. It was her good spot: “Ohhh…ooohha...” She asked. Nathan kept on fondling as he proceeds to pinch both nipples and kisses her, grinding against her thin yet frail and busty body, “I see you've been wet for a while, but I think we can do one more thing with these jugs of yours.” He growled at her, sounding like he was going down that road while he sucks on nipple. Patchy was quivering, “Please.... oh god... please... don't stop... don't stop... Oh god, come on, make me come ...Yes.... mmmmm... YES!!!” She whimpered. Nathan moans in response, fondling her breasts, but Patchy was embraced from behind her with Tomek who inserts his member in her anal. Tomek looks at her where he gives her a playful smirk, sucking on index finger, making it drip with saliva, places a small kiss on her lips before forcing finger into vagina. Patchy yelped as Tomek moved around while he groaned out of excitement: “Oooh, shit you're so tight.” Tomek's finger is working as he could feel her pussy getting wet. Then, he kissed her down her neck, and Nathan took her nipple into his mouth. He is cupping one breast as he is sucking while Tomek was working his other hand more into her clit. Patchy's mouth slowly becomes an O! Tomek starts to finger her harder and deeper. Tomek also grasps both breasts, fondling and tightly squeezing nipples, then kisses her, grinding against her faster and harder. Overcome with ecstasy; Patchy pulled out a knife and plunged it in the palm of her hand and moaned while she could feel fingernails like claws scratching her hard. The interplay of violence and sex was enough to ease Patchy’s determination and managed to help these guys out of their misery and torment. “The things that I want.....A vacation in paradise. A swimming pool at a hotel. For the sun to shine. I want to sleep, to forget. To change the past. My big sister back. Unlimited license to kill to Humanitarians. Right then, more than anything, I wanted these boys.” While she was having a threesome; Patchy had these images in her mind: A child was sitting at the table. He was rather sad and depressed, and he was crying. There were two children, but they were committing seppuku while looking at the creepy looking slide. Blood was stained everywhere, along with realistic looking intestines and organs scattered across the ground. A nuclear bomb then hit the city. The sun was soaked in blood. After that, a picture of the playground appeared, with the children hanging on gallows. Blood was seeping from their necks as they died. Behind them was their home in flames. And the sun was shot to the ground and it was bleeding. “Life is meaningless. The truth is...is that we are all going to die from a horrifying death. No one understands it.” Thought Patchy. Alone with Tomek as she caressed him later; Patchy puts tape on his mouth and moans. Tomek moans under gag, but Patchy wasn't convinced. “You don't look all pleased.....” She remarked while panting as she puts leeches on him and pressed them harder. “C’MON!” She shrieked. Tomek moans loud under gag. Patchy grins, “Well, it's not good enough!” She bent down and sucks his cock a little. Tomek is moaning as loud as he can under gag and arching his back. Patchy smiles, “Do you like that?” She manages to say while she deep throats his cock like an ice pop. Tomek nods while moaning and whimpering in the gag. Patchy moans, “I'm going to fill you in, baby. Every last bit of you.” She was sipping his load dry. Her lips were making soft smack sounds as she gulps air while squeezing the sides of her mouth. Slobbering there on his wand, it was so yummy for her. "Oh....Oh.....fuck.....You taste so briny....god that's good...Your zestful, frothy banana is so delicious.....Ummm...I can have more, right?...Like a caramel apple, ohhh~~! So good.... I can't get enough....” She cupped her mouth around it. She respond between breaths over the wood she had her rosebud mouth around, “Yes….ripe…foamy…sugary…..Give some more of that…” Tomek cums in his mouth, moaning and arching back. “Mmm, fuck yeah I am. And just remember, you are MINE. and I’m going to take you, and there's nothing you can do about it!” Patchy moans. Tomek moans, whimpers. “No stops, wet little baby. Mmm, shit you taste so good. You helped yourself you little slut, that must show you're really horny…” She deep throats more while Tomek cums and moans under the tape gag. Later; Nathan finds her alone and asked, “What is it?” He asked. “Want something to eat?” Patchy asked as she gestured to pussy. Nathan smirks at her, “Hmmm sure why not.” He remarks. Patchy strips off clothes and gets on bed, “Make out with my pussy and talk dirty to me?” She asked. Nathan goes over to you and slowly got on the bed as he slowly nuzzle his head against her pussy, taking in your intoxicating scent. “Such a naughty pussy you have.” He says as he leans down and starts giving it small kisses and licks. Patchy moans, “Yessss?” Nathan pants, “Mmm I'm going to make you nice and wet for me.” He said, he kisses her pussy again before slipping his tongue in. Patchy pants, “Yes......yesssss....I love pussy eaters and dirty talkers......” She gasped. Nathan licks his lips. “Mmmmm…” He swirls his tongue inside her pussy before pulling it out. “Mmmm your pussy is so dirty.... I need to clean it up.” He breathed. Patchy utters out shrills of tortured gasps. Nathan licks her pussy again before lightly nibbling on her clit. Patchy moaned, “Ohhhh baby!” She managed to say. Nathan nibbles her clit again as his hand start to rub her thighs. “Mmmm be a good girl and cum for me.” He grunted. Patchy arches her back while Nathan slips his tongue back inside her pussy, licking away at her insides as his finger rubs against her clit. Patchy orgasms, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! MORE NATHAN!” He kissed her pussy and clit. “Such a naughty girl you are.” Nathan licks her clit before biting down on it.
In the second filmed footage; Patchy looked over the ocean with tears streaming down her face, as she begins to sing again: “I'd cry you an ocean, if you'd sail on home again. Waves of emotion will carry you, I know they can. Just love will guide you, and your heart will chart the course. Soon you'll be drifting, into the arms of your true north. Look in my eyes, and you will see a million tears have gone by...And still they're not dry. If only tears could bring you back to me, if only love could find a way. What I would do, what I would give if you returned to me someday...Somehow, someway. If my tears could bring you back to me. I hold you close, and shout the words I only whispered before. For one more chance, for one last dance, there's not a thing I would not endure. If only tears could bring you back to me, if only love could find a way. What I would do, what I would give if you returned to me someday...Somehow, someway. If my tears could bring you back to me.” Once she finished the song; Patchy begin to have crying spells. Another sequence played of Patchy do a ballet waltz while singing, “White walls surround us. No light will touch your face again. Rain taps the window, as we sleep among the dead...Days go on forever, but I have not left your side. We can chase the dark together, if you go, then so will I...There is nothing left of you, I can see it in your eyes. Sing the anthem of the angels, and say the last goodbye....Sing the anthem of the angels, and say the last goodbye....” She stopped dancing and did splits while arms raised up. The scene in the footage changed as Patchy sang harmonious, “Leise flehen meine Lieder, durch die Nacht zu dir; In den stillen Hain hernieder, Liebchen, komm zu mir! Flsternd schlanke Wipfel rauschen, in des Mondes Licht; Des Verrters feindlich Lauschen. Frchte, Holde, nicht. Hrst die Nachtigallen schlagen?Ach! sie flehen dich, mit der Tne sen Klagen. Flehen sie fr mich.” The scene changes to Patchy looking vulnerable as she lies on the floor, “What need you flow so fast? Look haw the snowy mountains, heaven's sun doth gently waste. But my sun's heavenly eyes, view not your weeping. That now lies sleeping....Softly, softly, now softly...Softly lies sleeping....Sleep is a reconciling, a rest that peace begets. Doth not the sun rise smiling when fair at ev'n he sets? Rest you then, rest, sad eyes. Melt not in weeping, while she lies sleeping...Softly, softly, now softly...Softly lies sleeping...” And the footage was played where Patchy is twirling and dancing in the woods with fire in the background, “I'm here….I could beg a thousand times, I could explain I could use rhymes. And rhythms meant to catch your eye, but I know you won't see…I could cry a thousand tears, I could appease your secret fears, but the louder that I scream the harder your machines close over me. But I don't care, maybe I'm afraid but still I swear. You could take my life with conscience clear but you should still hear…That if I burn, you will see the fire in your mind when you sleep. And if I rise up in smoke around your eyes you'll know it’s me. And the rain won't wash away the ashes underneath your nails today, doesn't matter where you go or what you do…Cause if I burn, so will you…And if I burn, you will see the fire in your mind when you sleep…And if I rise up in smoke around your eyes you'll know it’s me, and the rain won't wash away the ashes underneath your nails today. Doesn't matter where you go or what you do, ‘cause if I burn, so will you…When you sleep you'll feel my icy fingers crawling down your back…And when you wake you'll find me right beside you waiting to attack…And when you walk I will be right behind you quickening my steps…And when you try to shut me out I will be laughing in your head…And if I burn, you will see the fire in your mind when you sleep. And if I rise up in smoke around your eyes you'll know it’s me, and the rain won't wash away the ashes underneath your nails today. Doesn't matter where you go or what you do, ‘cause if I burn, so will you…It's not over till it's over, and it's never over. You can break me, death can take me but it's never over. It's not over till it's over, and it's never over. You can break me, death can take me but it's never over.” The screen fizzed where it shows Patchy dancing by the sea and singing: “Take my hand, take my hand, yeah take my hand. Follow me, follow me, yeah let's go. To the sand, to the sand, the purest sand. Into the sea, into the sea, yeah, let's go. Out beyond the water's edge, far out past the coral ledge. Underneath the diamond dancing lights, chase the world from far below. Silent sleeping indigo, drifting down into the endless night. I cannot resist your call, I cannot resist your call...” The scene changes as Patchy is singing: “Just like fire, burning out the way. If I can light the world up for just one day. Watch this madness, colorful charade, no one can be just like me any way. Just like magic, I'll be flying free. I'mma disappear when they come for me, I kick that ceiling, what you gonna say? No one can be just like me any way!” And the scene changes where Patchy has an ax in her hands and slashed at cardboard cut-out forms of Humanitarians. She was singing slowly and eerily, “….‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand….‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand. ‘Cause I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand….”
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