Patchy Frost 11: Fight Like a Boy

This is the last part of Patchy Frost but this isn't the last time you hear of Patchy Frost or these boys! This is gonna be a cliffhanger until the next volume...Please enjoy, thanks! --KatDon

Previously…In an asylum of troubled boys comes a female therapist name Eavan Ravenwood. Eavan is an ambitious, keen and strong. But there's more than this to somebody with her troubled past. She was born and grew up in a loving family in a developing port, she lived comfortably until she was about 6 years old, but at that point things changed. She maimed somebody during a long lasting heatwave and was caught up with the wrong people. Without any help she had to survive in a cruel world. But with her cunning and intrepid-ness, she managed to overcome all odds and go beyond expectations. This has turned her into the woman she is today. Settled down and with some peace and quiet, she now works on psychology to help people and giving them a better life. By doing so, she hopes to shed the memories of the past and finally find tranquility she has never had. And now it was time for her to help some boys in need: Day 1: This guy was here for the two dozen people he'd murdered. Emmett Sharif had been kidnapped and raped, but after they'd fallen asleep, he'd done multiple things, include slice off all their man-hoods and tack them to the wall. He often broke down in crying fits and couldn't handle physical contact. Emmett trembled constantly and ate almost nothing. Eavan was appointed for her patience and understanding. Eavan open the door to the room. He is trembling in the corner when you find her. He begs her not to touch him, so she doesn't. Eavan sits in front of him, and wait for him to stop crying. Emmett finally wipes his eyes and gives her a suspicious glare. She tells him she wasn't here to hurt him. This only seems to put him more on edge. Eavan is somewhat patient. She attempts to start a conversation again. She explains that he was put here to be helped. Emmett still doesn't reply. Eavan sighs and get up, turning to leave but stops when she hears his next words that are clear. "Stop trying to help me, you filthy fucking liars." Day 2: Eavan takes a deep breath and open the door slowly. As soon as she comes in, the entire bed frame smashes against the wall. She shrieks and falls on her knees, trembling, and her eyes wide and already watering. The young man--name Anselm--glares at her from the corner. There's a chain around his torso. He scowls at her. He demands what she's here for. He cuts her off every time she starts to weakly speak again. Who did she think she was? Was she was here to yell at him more? He lunges at her, furious each time. Eavan finally break out, sobbing. He scowls, but stops. He waits. She wipes her eyes and look up at him, trembling, her back against the wall. Eavan sniff, ready to burst into tears again. Something in his gleaming eyes unnerves her. He growls and she yelp, raising her hands to defend herself. Eavan looks up. Anselm stares at her, his body relaxing. He looks perplexed yet unsure. He walks toward her and drops on his knees in front of her. Eavan flinch again. He stares at her, his brow furrowing as he tries to form words. Then, Eavan hears him speak in a voice that is totally different from what he'd sounded like minutes before.  "A-Are you okay?" Day 3: This poor boy. Eavan felt bad for him when she read his file. Scout had been forced to watch the murder of his entire family and killed the murderer himself. He was unable to handle it and his mind slowly broke. This kid was only 10 when it happened! Scout had been appointed for her caring nature and the ability to sympathize. Eavan had to go to the Hospital Wing, as he had been attacked by one of the other patients, she felt so bad! Eavan pushed open the door and approached the hospital bed. There was a creaking sound. She stared at the kid. "Hey, hey..." Eavan whisper, trying not to alarm him. “I'm the new caretaker. I'll be looking after you.” Scout shook for a moment before nodding slowly. The guards watch both of them carefully. Eavan jumps as Scout suddenly begins to sob. Eavan reach out carefully and take his hand. He clasps her hand, crying softly. Eavan smiles. She blinks as he shakes his head and reaches out toward her face. He finishes and pulls back. Eavan yelp as he suddenly hugs her. She hears him whispering. "Please…Please don't leave me." Day 4: Eavan was shy and eager to please. Soft-spoken. She didn't understand why they would give her such a terrifying person. He'd eaten her entire family and Eavan didn't want to be next! Eavan gulps as she stands in front of the door. Inside, she hears strange mixes of throaty laughter and screaming. Lots of clanging. Eavan is scared. She doesn't want to go in there. She bites your lip and open the door. She scream. The boy is right at the door. Well, in front of the door, at least. Vivek was stretched out, the chains restricting his body from actually reaching the door. He strains to touch it. He had a freakishly wide grin plastered on his face. Eavan gulps. He taps the ground a couple times before seeming to go limp and starting to cry. Eavan stare at him in shock. "U-uh... are you... okay?" She asked. He doesn't seem to hear her and instead sits up and skitters back into a corner. Vivek mutters about bugs crawling under his skin, and to her alarm, begins to fiercely tear at his skin. Eavan cry out for her to stop. Vivek freezes and her head cracks over to look at her. He sputters out, asking how long she's been there. She tells him and she seems confused before laughing and cutting off, choking up blood. Eavan is alarmed and ask quickly if he needs any help. He gives a sly smile and tells her he needs lots of help. Eavan doesn't doubt that. He shakes her head all of a sudden and looks down at her arm. He seems surprised before looking back up at her and asking if she could have a Band-Aid. Eavan think that's gonna need a lot more than a Band-Aid. She tells him she'll be right back to fix his arm. He stops her and giggles before speaking a voice barely above a whisper. "Gl-gla-glad someone f-f-finally cares." Day 5: Eavan was appointed to him for her empathy for others. Jolen didn't like to be pitied and she weren't one to usually sugar coat things a lot. Even if she took it a little far sometimes and sighed. As soon as Eavan opened the door, she was met with swearing and the yanking of chains. Eavan studied the boy and sighed. He was almost growling as he demanded to know who she was. He seemed distracted by something else and screamed, backing himself into the wall as she tried to answer. She noticed severe abrasions on his neck as he trembled. She tipped her head. "One of those, huh?" Eavan asked. He focused on her and furrowed his brow. "Abused?" He froze and stared at her. Eavan nodded. "I'll take that as a yes. Now, you don't seem like a talker, so I'll make this easy for you." Eavan stated. Jolen stared at her incredulously. Slowly, his hand lifted, shaking. He avoided her gaze as he held up two fingers. "Ah. So, some sicko is still out there. Right?" She could hear the kindness in her own voice. Jolen lowers his hand. It's a few minutes before she hears him slowly inhale to speak. He lifts his head, trembling. He speaks in a horrible, raspy voice. "You've never been loved either, have you?" Day 6: Eavan open the door to find the boy writing at a small desk. She hums quietly to herself. That girl's name is painted all over her walls and torn into the bed sheets in blood. He seems unbothered by it. Eavan shut the door and he looks up. Sachiho asks if there has been any contact from that girl. Eavan tell him no. He seems confident she'll call eventually. Eavan is confused. She asks Sachiho why she's so important. He asks if you have ever loved someone. She tells him she cannot feel anything. He seems surprised before giving an uneasy smile. His eye twitches as he giggles. He says that's funny, and she can't either. He only feels a deep desire for that girl. She still can't understand. Eavan ask if he knows that she was the one who turned her in. He smiles and nods spastically and says that she will come for him when she's realized his mistake. Eavan tell him she's not coming back for him. Sachiho stops writing and puts down the pencil. She uses this time to notice the chain around his ankle. He suddenly flies at her, but can't reach her. He screams at her, demanding what she know since she'll never experienced love. How she could judge him. She watch him as she sinks down on her knees, giggling. Eavan tell him she don't think he understand the difference between love and obsession. Sachiho looks up at her slowly, with wide twitching eyes. He speaks in a clear, shaking voice. "They're the same, aren't they?" Day 7: Eavan approach the hospital bed. She studies the sleeping kid for a moment. He's got horrible scars all down his arms and his face is horribly thin. When he woke up in the bed, Thorn jolts awake. He is hyperventilating. He looks around, eyes wide. He sees her and stops. Literally. Breathing and all. He starts to shriek and Eavan cover her ears. "Hey, can you--?" He gets louder. "Please fricking sto-!!" Louder. She grits her teeth. "Shut up!!!" Eavan snarled. Thorn stops once again. She groans. Eavan is panting and then he's giggling. He's crying, but he doesn't seem to be enjoying himself. He seems indifferent as he stared at her before speaking. His voice is thin and sounds like it hadn't been used in 50 years. "S'been so long since I've laughed..." Day 8: Christian can't tell the difference between right and wrong.  He was put into the asylum after the brutal murder of eight men. He believes that humans are scum, and deserve death. Eavan was chosen to care for him because she is patient yet firm. Her first meeting was nightmare for weeks, and she didn't come to the asylum for a few days after that. But after her second meeting, she somehow managed to get through to him, and let him warm up to her. However; there was trouble: Cheryl Stockard has dark, wavy hair, black eyes and rather beautiful yet thin with a brooding countenance, and also having a disdainful attitude about her. However; Dr. Stockard hatred of men is the driving force behind everything she does. She murdered his younger brother, and she confirms that she poisoned her out of jealousy. Despite the lifetime of misery her father suffered he never shows any remorse over it, even after he disowns her and kills himself. She seems quite incapable of empathy and therefore treats the men as she is tenacious and her black heart set on domination of the city, and perhaps also the world while she generously supplies them with victims for their amusement, and seems to enjoy their company. Dr. Stockard considers herself a savior to the weaker sex, in reality she is little more than a sadist, designing toxic concoctions for the inmates and personally doing away with them in the most brutal manner out of nothing but her hatred of all men, her father excluded. To secure the hospital's finances, she supplies hospitals and off-site laboratories with cadavers, body parts, organs and even aborted fetuses harvested from inmates dead and alive. She also experiments on the many Humanitarians of the asylum to create a cure for which only he has access to. It was then Dr. Stockard takes a personal interest in Emmett. Despite finding him filthy and obstinate, and having no qualms murdering his friends, she is curious about him and his resilience to his torment, even after he is transferred to another ward. Dr. Stockard makes him a main attraction of his gallery, and later, poster girl for the fighting ring she sets up with help from surgeons name Greer and Lymekia. It was then Dr. Ravenwood is aware of Dr. Stockard sexually assaulting the victims of the male patients: Emmett was raped repeatedly by Dr. Stockard. She would beat him, bite him, knock him out while she was doing it as she was an alcoholic. One phrase that still haunts him is the phrase, "I'm only doing this because you’re beautiful." Dr. Stockard said. When Emmett told someone; Dr. Stockard gathered all of the patients and tried to make him admit that he was lying. Dr. Stockard was in the same room calling him a liar as well as he was gang raped by other mean girls. They burned him with cigarettes, pissed on him, beat him and called him every name in the book. Another time, Anselm felt sick from the nausea. Dr. Stockard gave him a tablet that he thought would help. Anselm takes it and passed out. He woke up in a room bound at his ankles and hand cuffed to the headboard and a ball gag in his mouth. Then she proceeded to whip him, beat him, and strangle him. And threaten to cut the foreskin to his penis. Nobody did anything! A third time, Dr. Stockard sat down and started talking to Jolen right away, mostly polite conversation, but seemed very sexual in the way she spoke. She was quiet for a bit, but then it happened she put her hand on my leg. Her hand inched closer and closer to his penis, so Jolen turned to her and just noise came out of his mouth. he tells her to stop, but didn't as she is stroking his junk under the wide open bench, and he grab her hand, finally getting the courage to stop her nonsense, and push it away. Dr. Stockard just giggled and Jolen had to awkwardly hide his hard penis. But one of the girls noticed and told her friends as they started laughing. Another incident where Scout was tired, so he decided to sleep on the couch and woken up a sharp pain in his groin area. Scout opened his eyes to see Dr. Stockard on top of him. His cock was inside of her and she was riding him. Scout screamed for help, but she beat him and told him that yelling wouldn't help. Scout struggled for a bit, but he wasn’t strong enough. The next thing Scout remember, a guard opened the door and he pulled her off of him. Scout was hoping he would understand what was going on, but Dr. Stockard said that he threatened her to have sex with her, and Scout told the truth. The guard believed her for some reason. More things happened to the others: Dr. Stockard and her friends tied Vivek to a fence, pulled his pants down and fondled him, said they would make him into their pet, and that they would break him. Dr. Stockard took Sachiho down to the basement, she took down Sachiho's pants, pushed his against the wall, took his penis and then she started. She was on her period, Sachiho told her to stop and tried to push her away. But Sachiho didn't had the strength to make her stop because he felt tired and drained. After failing his attempt to stop her, Sachiho just stood there without saying anything. It was a blur but Sachiho just appeared near his room with his clothes dirty in blood. After entering his room, Sachiho saw one of the wardens angry, she yelled at him because he was late. Sachiho couldn't say anything, and she didn't notice the blood. A week after that, Sachiho told the staff and the others laughed. Sachiho tried to tell the warden and she didn't fucking cared about it. Told him: "Forget it." She said. Emmett was busy with fixing something when he look up as they saw Dr. Stockard, who place her slender hand under his chin and force him to look at her, “Are you suffering?!” She demanded. Emmett glance up when Dr. Ravenwood approached and Dr. Stockard released Emmett as she saunters away with a smirk on her face. Eavan approached him, “You all right?” He asked. “Yeah, it’s always been like this.” Emmett said, but he sounded sad. In the meantime; Scout was in the empty lab and discovered an abused Shih Tzu puppy name Suffer and Scout rescued him while keeping him safe. 

Later; it turns out that Eavan had video footages: Emmett was raped repeatedly by Dr. Stockard. She would beat him, bite him, and knock him out while she was doing it as she was an alcoholic. One phrase that still haunts him is the phrase, "I'm only doing this because you’re beautiful." Dr. Stockard said. When Emmett told someone; Dr. Stockard gathered all of the patients and tried to make him admit that he was lying. Dr. Stockard was in the same room calling him a liar as well as he was gang raped by other mean girls. They burned him with cigarettes, pissed on him, beat him and called him every name in the book. The second video showed of Anselm felt sick from the nausea. Dr. Stockard gave him a tablet that he thought would help. Anselm takes it and passed out. He woke up in a room bound at his ankles and hand cuffed to the headboard and a ball gag in his mouth. Then she proceeded to whip him, beat him, and strangle him. And threaten to cut the foreskin to his penis. The third video showed of Dr. Stockard sat down and started talking to Jolen right away, mostly polite conversation, but seemed very sexual in the way she spoke. She was quiet for a bit, but then it happened she put her hand on my leg. Her hand inched closer and closer to his penis, so Jolen turned to her and just noise came out of his mouth. he tells her to stop, but didn't as she is stroking his junk under the wide open bench, and he grab her hand, finally getting the courage to stop her nonsense, and push it away. Dr. Stockard just giggled and Jolen had to awkwardly hide his hard penis. But one of the girls noticed and told her friends as they started laughing. The fourth video showed of Scout was tired, so he decided to sleep on the couch and woken up a sharp pain in his groin area. Scout opened his eyes to see Dr. Stockard on top of him. His cock was inside of her and she was riding him. Scout screamed for help, but she beat him and told him that yelling wouldn't help. Scout struggled for a bit, but I'm not what you call strong. The next thing Scout remember, a guard opened the door and he pulled her off of him. Scout was hoping he would understand what was going on, but Dr. Stockard said that he threatened her to have sex with her, and Scout told the truth. The guard believed her for some reason. The fifth video showed of Dr. Stockard and her friends tied Vivek to a fence, pulled his pants down and fondled him, said they would make him into their pet, and that they would break him. The sixth and final video showed of Dr. Stockard took him down to the basement, she took down Sachiho's pants, pushed his against the wall, took his penis and then she started. She was on her period, Sachiho told her to stop and tried to push her away. But Sachiho didn't had the strength to make her stop because he felt tired and drained. After failing his attempt to stop her, Sachiho just stood there without saying anything. It was a blur but Sachiho just appeared near his room with his clothes dirty in blood. Eavan vowed to see Dr. Stockard fall for what she had done! 

The footage plays as 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 recited, “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!” She turned and looked as she announced, “I’m sending the Humanitarians back to Hell, I’m gonna slaughter them all! I am going to kill every last one of those Humanitarians, I’ll slaughter any of them that crosses my path!” Slowly, she faced the camera and got close into it until she slowly smiled devilishly. And the screen faded to black. Another footage played where it shows a club called The Emporium where an announcer gets up on the stage and speaks into the microphone, "Welcome to the Emporium, we got a great night in store for you. I can see we have some freshly new faces...As well as some new ones." He said with a wink but then he got right to it, "Well, I'm not going to yammer all night so please enjoy the service, the scenery, and of course the show. And now, kneel and admire at the feet of this lovely dancer--Admira!" The announcer steps away as a young woman in a reddish black bikini appeared before the crowd! She was a slender, buxom young woman with long black hair, her lips were deep red and soft complexion. It was Patchy Frost but under the name of Admira and she was a pole dancer. She took hold of the pole where her left leg straightened as the right bend slightly as she pivoted the pole gracefully, Admira hook the pole with a grip, arching her body backwards! Then, she seized the pole with both hands as she swing around it, she spring up the pole and spun downwards. Admira stand up straight and her hands were behind her head. The next thing she was gyrating her hips side to side but she crouched down as her hands ran down in front of her body all the way to her knees. This goddess is beautiful, but not the beauty. She was beauty of the siren that lures men to their doom. She dances to the raunchy music, not like she owned the stage, but like she owned the world. And if the patrons are her world, the world is proud to be her possession. Admira's knees were pushed apart as her legs momentarily spread and she pops back to the standing position. She did the same dance but this time, she faced the pole with her feet at a comfortable distance. Admira gyrated her hips sideways again, she crouch down once more and pushed her hips back and raised her body until she uncurls into the standing position. Admira shimmied her knees bend slightly but straightened one leg as she lift one side of her hip and returns her leg while making the other straightened. Her feet were flat on the stage floor. Her arms were kept up in a parallel to the stage. Her elevated arms stretched the muscles of her stomach tightly to give her belly a taut appearance. Admira elevated her arms into motions like waves, she shakes them to the beat and makes flirty gestures. During the dances; she made herself look sexy yet mysterious with her back to the crowd. But glanced back at them slyly and has a mischievous grin on her face. Admira winked at the audience, she danced her way to someone at the table and she rolled her hips, withdraw her chest to circle it and her hips and chest pop! Boy, did this guy's friends went crazy while the females looked at Admira with jealous glances. Smiling; Admira danced back to the stage and did more dance moves: Gyrating her hips, she waltz with a passion as she puts her soul to the technique and lifted her arms as she flex her stomach slaightly. She drop her left hip and raised her right one. Hips circling, her toned stomach ripples back and forth as she isolated yet clenched her belly muscles individually. Once she finished dancing; the crowd went wild--Cheered loudly and clapped so much that made her smiled. She tossed her hair, wave to the audience after taking a bow and sauntered away.  Just then; on top of the stage, a girl begins to beat the drums. The other removes her gloves and mask. From within her costume, steps a vision. The girl wore garments that look like rags, and span from white lace to striped fabrics, fishnet and striped stockings, boots and burlesque heels. Her trademark is a red heart she always draws on her cheek as a ritual for protection, and her bright red hair. She always styles her hair in eccentric ways, she back combs her hair a lot and wears dreadlocks and she curls them. Also she paints her eyes like a doll. Ivy lifts her green gloved hands, both filled with piles of sparkling dust, blows the powder over the startled patrons. The dust as it spins out in fairy-like spirals, curling through the crowd. Folks blink their eyes, suddenly bewitched, as the girl tilts backwards, falling into the arms of several young women on the ballroom floor. The girl saunters over a bridge made of the backs of kneeling women, through the parting crowd. The girl is Admira and she looks different. When the music builds to its explosive section; she leaps from the stage, landing in the middle of the room. Like a snake, Admira comes up from the ground, on top of the table. Other people are enraptured. Admira scans the table, and stands over him. She grabs the back of his hair, yanks his head back. She leans her face over his like she's going to kiss him. But she says, “Even if you’re only a boy…You can fight like a girl!” And then, Admira tore off the guy’s neck and threw it down. Admira reveals to be Patchy Frost! The crowd turns out to be Humanitarians and the girls were taking out the monsters! The stage reveals to be a gigantic clock and had a ladder around it as Patchy climb to the top of it. They used teacups, a giant red flag, swords, and muffins which were thrown into the audience, murdering all the Humanitarians! While up on the railing after climbing up; Patchy laughs, “Burn them all. Let them crawl to you and beg to be graced by your presence. Let them tremble before your striking figure. You will cast them all down. Let them feel the pain the caused you. You shall rule the world! You will be the envy of all the nations! The weather is terrible. The sky is pouring. The wind is blowing strong. The sea is crashing. The compass needle is all over the place. The sea looks red. A surging sea of flames. It looks like the entrance to hell. PERFECT!!!!” She is seen wearing either leggings and a purple tank top. She would almost always wear a black leather jacket over her clothes, either cropped, full length, buttoned or with a zipper. In the next footage; Patchy recites, “I lost my mind but found my body. The fate of us both is in this bottle, such a little thing, but will I swallow? You know I will, but someday I just might ‘forget’. My fist, your face. My knife, your back. We kill with grace. My girls, ATTACK! And I'll never ask you to be waiting at midnight, beneath the shivering sky, so kiss me goodbye... kiss me goodbye...Revolution begins... begins with me and you.” Afterwards; Patchy looked at the girls and recited again, “Let’s go over this again…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, fucked--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!” And they head out! While eradicating Humanitarians, they were singing to a song that made them shivered: “Into the Motherland the German army march! Fields of Prokhorovka, the heat of battle burned, Suffered heavy losses, the tide of war has turned. Driving back the Germans, fighting on four fronts, Hunt them out of Russia, out of Soviet land. Reinforce the frontline, force the Axis to retreat, Send in all the reserves, securing their defeat. Soldiers of the Union broke the Citadel, "Ruins of an Army Axis rest in hell!" The end of the Third Reich draws near, It's time has come to an end! The end of an era is near, it’s time to attack! Into the Motherland the German Army march! Comrades, stand side by side, to stop the Nazi charge! Panzers on Russian soil! Thunder in the east! One million men at war, the Soviet wrath unleashed! Onward Comrades! Armies of the Soviet Union, Charge! Oh, Mother Russia, union of lands! Will of the people, strong in command! Oh, Mother Russia, union of lands! Once more victorious, the Red Army stands!” In the next footage plays as she is preparing for battle; Patchy took hold of the pole where her left leg straightened as the right bend slightly as she pivoted the pole gracefully, Patchy hook the pole with a grip, arching her body backwards! Then, she seized the pole with both hands as she swing around it, she spring up the pole and spun downwards. Patchy stands up straight and her hands were behind her head. The next thing she was gyrating her hips side to side but she crouched down as her hands ran down in front of her body all the way to her knees. She raises her pole, and slices off the Humanitarian woman's arm at the shoulder with one stroke. There was blood spewing and gushing out, the Humanitarian woman twists her body in agony, painting the floor and the walls with giant splashes of red, as her body hits the floor, twitching in both surprise and shock. Patchy's knees were pushed apart as her legs momentarily spread and she pops back to the standing position. She did the same dance but this time, she faced the pole with her feet at a comfortable distance. Patchy gyrated her hips sideways again, she crouch down once more and pushed her hips back and raised her body until she uncurls into the standing position. Patchy shimmied her knees bend slightly but straightened one leg as she lift one side of her hip and returns her leg while making the other straightened. Her feet were flat on the stage floor. Her arms were kept up in a parallel to the stage. Again with the impaling pole; Patchy does a swipe in the air with her sharp pole; the blood flies off the pole. Patchy slowly raises the pole into a striking position. The Humanitarian guy was charging and screaming, almost on top of her. Patchy thrusts her impaling pole through the Humanitarian's abdomen, then lifts the little guy off the ground straight up in the air. Patchy screaming, she impaled on her blade like a fish at the end of a spear. Which they were held up in the air. Patchy elevated her arms into motions like waves; she shakes them to the beat and makes flirty gestures. During the dances; she made herself look sexy yet mysterious with her back to the Humanitarian crowd. Patchy uppercuts the opponent into the air, and promptly holds out her staff, as the opponent is pierced by it upon falling down. Patchy grabs the pole with both hands. She stands next to the pole and takes one step with the foot closer to the pole and swing the leg on the outside around the pole. She spring up on the pole and pulls up on the pole with her hands so her arms are supporting the entire weight of her body. Patchy jumps off on her inside foot and grab onto the pole with both of her knees. She spins down around the pole until she lands on both feet. Patchy was midway along a staircase of curving tiers, her figure plied wantonly against the adjoined pearlescent pole. Patchy struck an exotic pose and thrust her chest in the Humanitarians' direction. Her acrobatic kicks and moves, and her sporadic hip thrust or shaking of her rear was very enticing, as it would make her skirts flare up. As things were heating up; the Humanitarian then felt the pole clamps down on his leg; the pain is intense as he screams out. He staggers backwards and falls to the ground in agony. Patchy took the pole and stabs him across the face! Patchy was drenched in blood and continues to do her dance. It was then she grabs one of the Abomination’s eye lids and pulls it away from the eyeball itself. Then she pops the hook through the lid and pulls the pole back over his head. Patchy screams something fierce as she continues to thread his eyelid open, slowly, delivering as much pain with every pull. Both eyelids hooked open, blood stream down his face, a gruesome sight. Patchy takes a slender knife from the bag and guts the Humanitarian. She smears the blood onto the other dead Humanitarians. Patchy jump all over and used the impaling pole as she uses it to peck at his eyes, his cheeks are a bloody mess as he lets out a final guttural scream! The Humanitarian writhes in pain. With yet another burst of strength he lifts his head out the bloody bath where his face is burnt red, puffy, oozing blood from him. Finally his body stops convulsing. His head drop into the puddle of blood. Blood seeps up the surface from his mouth. His one eye stares straight ahead. Where the other one should be, blood has poured all the way to the ground. Her leg locks around the pole. Patchy was drenched in blood and continues to do her dance. Patchy support herself. She moves in a circle and then returns to vertical. She lowers her torso until in a vertical position and within reach of the dance floor. There is a slight pelvic sway in sync with the beat. Patchy spread her long, slender legs and moved them in a series of steps to the music, twirling her body and leaping with acrobatic finesse, there was a little more than arouse a drooling Humanitarian. She threw in the occasional sway of her hips or bouncing of her chest, yet trying to avoid the horny gaze of the vile Humanitarians. She continued to dance for the Humanitarians as though she enjoyed this debased act. Patchy is standing on the stage, dancing provocatively with blood everywhere. Patchy approached Emmett and the boys but came up to Scout instead. “Who are you?” Scout gasped. “I am your captain.” Patchy replied. “What is this?” asked Scout. Patchy ignored him while saying, “Awareness is the enemy of sanity, once you hear the screaming--it never stops.” Scout hugs Suffer close to him while tears prickling at his eyes as Patchy knelt down a little and looked at him in the eye. “Now child, I abhor a fuss and I dislike noise in general so I demand your co-operation, and am, as you can see...Do you intend to come quietly, or not?” Patchy claimed. Scout looked frightened, “Madam, I come as quietly as the dead.” He replied. Patchy smiled at him, “Brilliant, brilliant!” She declared. And the footage ends! In the present; Parthalan, the other guys and Lacey were rescued by Patchy and her sisterhood. 

In her dreams; Patchy saw her sister Reina: She was a beautiful and thin woman with long hair, she was frail and a pair of round, glowing blue eyes and dirty hair that flows in an ethereal and eerie manner. She wears a simple dark dress which became more tattered and equally floated like her hair. There was Reina in a pink to blue and has lots of star details, off-shoulder ruffle sleeves, a shorter hem and a crown. Then, the image change of Reina’s face and hands with pupil-less eyes and open mouth. The image of Reina Frost changes as she has long dark brown hair, pale skin and a voluptuous body, complete with massive breasts while she is seated atop speakers punctuate the dance sequence and dressed in medieval garb, lying on a chaise lounge whilst women dance around her with foldable fans. When she woke up; Patchy is sitting on a rooftop, she saw a Humanitarian and attacks it as she slashed at it where blood sprays out as would be expected from a major artery. He gets a hand over the wound, but blood still sprays out from beneath his palm. But the blood goes down through his suit and comes out of his arms, the species of leech most commonly used for this purpose is the European medicinal leech, Hirudo medicinalis, an aquatic segmented worm whose bloodsucking capabilities once made it a valuable commercial item. Patchy was affectionate with Emmett and didn't push him so far. She would give out gentle or loving touches as she was face caressing, holding Emmett muse, rubbing his back, petting his hair, hugging him tightly but gently. Patchy gave him a reassuring touch, such as holding his hand, gripping his shoulder, guiding him by the arm or by a hand on the small of his back. In the footage; Patchy begins to dance Opheliac while singing, “Don't need a hero to save me. I'm not a girl to set free. It's nothing you did to me. I've always been this way...I might be strong, I might be weak. There might be a part of me that I won't let you keep. Been on this road, and come this far. Don't need a man to hold my hand, I just want one to hold my--heart...I just want one to hold my--heart!” She stops and starts singing a different song after another each time: “You can take my heart, you can take my breath; when you pry it from my cold, dead chest. This is how we rise up--Heavy as a hurricane, louder than a freight train! This is how we rise up--Heart is beating faster, feels like thunder! Magic, static, call me a fanatic! It's our world, they can never have it! This is how we rise up! It's our resistance, you can't resist us!...Turning tricks with absent guile. Reeling in your crooked smile. Why did I turn to you? I only wanted a hand to pour my heart into, and now I'll bump my grind through another night. Lose my mind in another fight. Why did I turn to you? I only gave you the chance to prove the rumors true, and now I'm paying with my....Paying with my life. I'm paying with my life. My life, my life...So let the record show, That you murdered me...In your coldest blood, With your own two hands. Don't think no one understands, It happens every day. 

In the valley of the dolls we sleep, we sleep....Got a hole inside of me, of me....Born with a void, hard to destroy with love or hope. Built with a heart, broken from the start and now...I die slow. In the valley of the dolls, we sleep. Got a hole inside of me. Living with identities, that do not belong to me. In my life, I got this far. Now I’m ready for the last hoorah. Dying like a shooting star...In the valley....In the valley....In the valley….You are the lonely one and only, Body in the world. Who can make me, who can break me...Down into a young girl. You say that love is not that easy, And that's the lesson that you teach me. So hypocritical, overly cynical. I'm sick and tired of all your preaching....Who are you to tell me, tell me....Who to, to be, to be? Gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self esteem. Gimme good and pure, what you waiting for? Gimme everything, all your heart can bring. Something good and true. I don’t wanna feel blue anymore....Blue...I don’t wanna feel blue anymore....Blue...Gimme, gimme...Gimme one more night. One last goodbye. Let’s do it one last time. Let’s do it one last time. One more time.” And the footage stops. It was then Emmett received a stalker and Patchy discovers it’s Dr. Stockard who seems to be obsessed with Emmett sexually and emotionally so Patchy confronts him about it. She clarifies that he’s not in trouble but wanted to know what was going on. Emmett looked nervous but spoke up, “I received many things, she claims she’s infatuated with me.” He explained. “Is she really infatuated with you?” Patchy asked with concern. Emmett breathed out a response, “Yes but I can’t return the feelings. She’s insane.” Patchy was concern, “That has not stopped her for stalking you.” She said. “She cannot hurt me?” Emmett asked. Patchy shook her head, “No, she cannot.” She confirmed. “There is an insanity to her behavior.” Said Emmett, fearfully. “She won’t hurt you, I will keep you safe.” His mother argued. Later, Dr. Stockard confronted Patchy about Emmett and argued her feelings for him are genuine. “You cannot keep him from me.” Cheryl growled. Patchy folded her arms, “Yes I can.” She said firmly. Soon after; Patchy, Emmett and the others found Scout bound by his wrists and suspended from the air but they managed to get her down! Scout woke up as he was happy to see Patchy helping him. “You OK?” Patchy asked. Scout nodded, looking vulnerable and genuinely scared. “Yeah. Are you?” He asked. Patchy nodded but Scout noticed Emmett and the others. “We were looking for you.” Patchy said. Scout felt tears in his eyes while whispering, “Hold me…” And Patchy did. But a mad doctor name Dr. Jeronimo attacked but Patchy protected him. Then, Patchy confronting Dr. Jeronimo, “Can I tell you a story? There once was a girl with a curl in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very very good. But when she was bad, she was very homicidal…Do you know how she became homicidal? Because someone had took a life…Four lives…including this sweet Angel…Her name is Reina Frost!” She took out the parasitic leeches and pressed them on him to torture him to death as a war is about to start! Anselm fights against the three Humanitarians. Scout blasting away with his vehicle-mounted .50 BMG Browning M2HB against the Humanitarians. Vivek, Jolen and Sachiho tomahawks fight against the Humanitarians. Parthalan, Funske, Jethro, Sherrod and Kobus mowing down the Humaitarians with her gigantic gun in the extended cut. Meanwhile; Emmett pushed shells into the shotgun's chamber and worked the pump. Crouching there behind the counter, he raised the gun and aimed at a Humanitarian glaring, and fired. His lower jaw disappeared in a flash and he hit the floor. Emmett took two steps in that direction when a female Humanitarian pushing a mercifully empty baby carriage rushed clumsily at his. Emmett worked the pump and fired again. His aim was uncanny and its head exploded in a gray haze spraying his with flesh confetti. He kicked at the still rolling baby carriage and pumped the gun. The Humanitarians were closing on his with alarming speed. His chances of reaching the hall were now very slim. Desperately Emmett 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 his desperation turned to fury. Emmett fired wildly into the teenagers, killing them all. One more Humanitarian appeared behind him but he held the empty shotgun like a bludgeon awaiting his inevitable attack. Proud of himself; 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 Emmett turned away, he saw something more sickening: The Humanitarian girl begun 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 reaches 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.” He taunted but Emmett used a machete and killed the Humanitarian in pieces with Emmett panting, then he exclaimed at the top of his 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 FUCKERS!!!!!” A Humanitarian old lady tries to rape hum and laughs at his tortured faced until Emmett hauls mercilessly on the chain but decides to stop as his hands bleed with cuts. Panted hard; Emmett sighed and put down the weapon. “That’s what you get for screwing with me!” He said. Just then, there was a sound as Patchy, Emmett and the gang as they hid when Dr. Cheryl Stockard appeared! Dr. Stockard chases the poor dog, until she chokes Suffer and there was a loud snap of the little dog's neck, then corpse of the pet is seen on the ground being thrown. In his hiding spot; Scout saw everything and begins to cry but keeps quiet; he was upset by losing the poor puppy! Angry; Emmett step forward and Dr. Stockard confront Emmett. “Hello pretty boy, good to see you again.” Dr. Stockard greeted. Emmett stepped forward, “How could you do that dog?” He demanded. Dr. Stockard’s smile faded as she grits her teeth while saying: “I. Hate. Dogs! They’re disgusting, drooling, biting, crazy dogs just like you men!” Emmett was horrified as she displays no remorse for what she’d done, “You…” He said while lunging for her but he is pinned to the wall while Dr. Stockard had her knee in between his legs, “No, you listen to me right now!” She cried. She was then calming herself down and said, “You don’t know what it’s like to hate every single man who thinks he knows best and can hurt you…Control you…You’re all the same, you talk like your big but squeal like vermins!” Dr. Stockard ran her fingers through his hair as she said, “But you know…I’m gonna be honest with you, I'm like this little girl sitting in the corner of the playground while everyone gets to play tag....But look at me, you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna be the winner....I will take absolutely prize I'm offered if it doesn't involve with the boy taking it from me...I couldn't decide what kind of prize to choose so I choose ALL OF THEM!” She slams Emmett into the wall, who proceeds to fight back but Dr. Stockard was stronger as she exclaims, “Oh? Is that it? ARE YOU REALLY SUFFERING THAT MUCH?!” She clawed him and puts him in the neck hold while smirking at him, laughing. “Did you lose your fight, huh?” She asked in a seductive purr tone. Emmett shakes his head while looking at her, “No...I just found it.” He said and stabs her in the shoulder where she fell back and she stared at Emmett up as he stared at her. “You'll never have me...ever.” He said while kicking Dr. Stockard back. In anger, Dr. Stockard rose up while the Humanitarians to sneak up on and overwhelm her by piercing her back. After being fatally stabbed by Emmett, she is eaten alive by the Humanitarians before she can succumb to her wounds. The rest of her body is disposed of in the crematorium she herself commissioned, and her house of pain turned into a sanctuary for the now liberated boys who were victimized by Dr. Stockard.

While everyone celebrating; Patchy was in her room when she heard a knock on the door and answered: “Come in.” Emmett came in as he sat next to her. "Hey..." She said, sighs, hugs her knees and buries her head in her arms. “Where shall we sail to next, Captain?” asked Emmett. “Don’t know, I feel like it’s all over.” Patchy admitted. Emmett smiled and kissed her forehead, Patchy turned as she pulls him up in her arms. She kissed the breath out of him and he moans and pins her to the wall. But they stopped kissing and they lean against the bed. It was then Emmett place his head on Patchy’s lap while she let her fingers run through his hair while singing to him, “You with the sad eyes...Don't be discouraged, oh I realize, it's hard to take courage. In a world full of people, you can lose sight of it all. The darkness inside you, can make you feel so small. And I see your true colors shining through, I see your true colors and that's why I love you. So don't be afraid to let them show, your true colors....Your true colors are beautiful.....Show me a smile then. Don't be unhappy, can't remember when I last saw you laughing. If this world makes you crazy, and you've taken all you can bear. You call me up 'cause I will always be there. And I see your true colors shining through, I see your true colors and that's why I love you. So don't be afraid to let them show, your true colors....Your true colors are beautiful.....How did I get myself into all of this mess? How did I end up with this deadly home address? How did I come to this, where every song I sing, Is nothing but a list of pain and suffering? We never will forget, and no, we will not forgive. We fought hard not to die, yet we don’t know how to live. How do we change our world to what we want it to be? How do we move beyond all of this misery? One foot in front of the other foot. In front of the one foot in front of the other foot. In front of the one foot in front of the other foot. In front of the one foot in front of the other foot. In front of the one foot in front of the other foot. In front of the one foot in front of the other foot. In front of the one…I’ve been in chains since I was nothing but a kid. We don’t know freedom, not quite sure that we ever did. Now that we have it, how will we make use of it? We’ve been committed — now to what do we all commit? I used to have a home, now I don’t even have a name. I’m nothing but a number, here we are all the same. We’ve lost so much, so many of those we love are dead. How do I get these memories out of my fucking head? One foot in front of the other foot. In front of the one foot in front of the other foot. In front of the one foot in front of the other foot. In front of the one foot in front of the other foot. In front of the one foot in front of the other foot. In front of the one foot in front of the other foot. In front of the one…”