What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal. - Albert Pike
From Author: Hello, I felt the need to write a new note for this story to advise the reader that this story is violent, very vulgar and full of strong language. Knowing that, I hope you enjoy it! I also wanted to inform you guys that my video, "Crossing the Mississippi" will be placed on hold until I can figure out why my movie making program keeps crashing. I have other videos in the works though. Lastly don't forget to comment below, send me a email or donate. I appreciate all those things. 10102010.
Shattered Citadel: The Comfort Girl
52km W of Brazilia, Brazil, Earth [Sol], 05042066
She steadied her hands and tightly gripped the light saw. She looked up into the face of the wounded Swedish soldier and waited for him to be nod that he was ready. Two walking wounded Mexican soldiers she enlisted to help her in the field hospital held him down. She had to act fast, every second meant more healthy tissue eaten away by the Hegemony bio weapon. The light saw cut through the soldiers leg as easily as a hot knife through butter, the light saw cleanly amputated his leg and catalyzed the wound as it went. The Swede howled in agony and passed out from the pain. She had also felt like passing out as she watched in horror as the lifeless leg fell to the ground with a load thud and rapidly turned black and shriveled as the bio weapon consumed it. Her assistants gently placed the Swede on an open bed and returned to their duties in the hospital.
She had seen the most horrific and unnatural wounds, but this was something horribly new. The weapons were getting worst and worst, it wasn't enough to just kill a man, but to make his final moments excruciating beyond all known agonies from the past. She centered herself and moved to the next patient, he was already dead. Half of his head had been blown away by a snipers bullet and yet he had survived long enough to be taken to the field hospital. She removed his dog tag and read his name out loud, “Pravda Singh, Republic of India Army, declared K.I.A. Zero Nine Fifteen, the fifth of April, twenty sixty-six. Cause of death. Enemy small arms fire.” She moved from the dead body to the the other wounded waiting for her attention, she helped those she could, but there were always more wounded then she could possibly handle. Even with no breaks and no sleep she felt it wasn't enough, many were dying from lack of medical attention. She started to feel drowsy and quickly removed a syringe from her bloody scrubs and held it in her teeth as she tied her left arm up. She grabbed the syringe and stabbed the first vein that popped up, the drugs effects immediately hit her like a cold shower. She felt completely alert and the drowsiness creeping up before completely disappeared. These drugs kept her awake, and she was pushing its safe limits after being awake for nearly a week. It was surprising to her that her brain wasn't fried yet.
Her next patient, an American Marine seemed perfectly healthy, but she knew better. Upon closer inspection she confirmed that he was at death's door. Simple poking and prodding of his skin told her that his insides had been liquified. Only one weapon could do that, the American neutron bomb. She shook her head, the poor bastard was either bombed by his own side or haplessly walked into the bombs invisible zone of death. He was alive, it had missed his heart and brain, but his organs were mush and draining out of his lower orifices. It wouldn't be long before organ failure kicked in and killed him. She retrieved a red syringe from one of her assistants and tried to smile at the Marine. The young Marine nodded and tried to move his fingers, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it as she injected him a deadly dose of Puratexall. She kissed his hand, raised it to her face and watched as he quickly slipped away. She continued to work non-stop in the hospital, completely ignoring the sound of artillery creeping closer and closer to their position.
“Doc!” A British Royal Marine Sergeant burst into the field hospital followed by a dozen more Marines who immediately began to pack up the medical equipment. They helped some of the patients out of their beds and stuffed all the drugs they could find into their rucks. “Doctor, the chinks have broken through. Come with us.” The Royal Marine grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from a seriously wounded patient she was treating.
“What the fucks your problem?!” She screamed in the verge of tears.
“Ma'am, we have to move now. Forget about him, we can't lose anymore doctors!”
He was right. The war had taken a massive toll on every specialized profession, doctors most of all. The Hegemony killed almost every professional they captured, some died in combat, others in bombardments, and a few were even assassinated by Hegemony agents. Doctors were dying faster then then they could be replaced. The war made it very difficult to train new specialists and doctors. Many of the training facilities were in ruins or in enemy hands. The death of tens of millions of specialists who took their vast experience to the grave and most importantly the destruction of the internet by the Hegemony. Destroying all of mankind's accumulated knowledge, in just one cyber attack that lasted no longer then the time it takes to load a rifle.
The Doctor dragged her feet and asked the Brit, “What about those too injured to leave their beds?”
“We have to leave them.” The Marine lifted the doctor off of the ground and slung her over his shoulder. She screamed and kicked, but the Marine continued caring her through the field hospital unfazed. As the Royal Marines reached the exit at the other end of the hospital where they brought in the new patients, a hulking machine burst through the metal doors. It flooded the hospital with light, stood at its full height and let out a full burst of fire from its dual Gatling guns. The wounded patients still on their beds exploded into a mist of blood and guts as the bullets tore through them. The machine advanced down the long row of blood soaked beds and shot at anyone that had survived the volley of fire.
The Doctor couldn't move, not from injury but from fear. She felt around the ground and accidentally put her hand in a pile that once was the Marine that carried her. Only seconds before. The exit was only five meters away, but her body refused to move. The mechanical beast moved closer to the exit, ripping apart anyone it found only the way with its massive claw-like hands. It took no effort for the hulking machine to rip arms from sockets or heads from necks. The machine spotted her petite form cowering behind a counter and ignored her. It deemed that she was neither a threat or able to run. It took its time going down the hospital checking under beds and in cabinets, making absolutely sure it killed anyone still alive. The machine finally came back for her, it reached the other side of the counter and stood up higher on its legs. Overshadowing the paralyzed Doctor, its light glowed brighter as it reached for her with its massive sloth like hand. She screamed in the blinding light and felt herself lifted from the ground by the neck.
Independence, California, United States of America, Earth [Sol], 10072060
The light was so intense that it still shone through her closed eyelids, she shook uncontrollably and felt a soft hand grip her shoulder. Gently squeezing it. “Don't worry baby. Were still together, just don't open your eyes baby.” She felt the man lead her forward through the blinding light and chilling chorus of screams. They stopped abruptly and she could feel him wrap his arms around her waist and give her a quick kiss on the forehead.
“Where are your guns?” A man with a harsh authoritative voice demanded to know.
“I don't have any guns.” Another man answered defiantly.
“Your National Identification Card clearly states that you have a Smith & Wesson .357 and a Springfield Model 1861 in your possession.”
“You seriously think I'm gonna form a resistance with a peashooter and a two hundred year old rifle that doesn't even work?” His answer was greeted with a blow behind the head, the loud thud of a rifle butt hitting flesh was clearly heard.
“You smart ass cockroach. Take that thing out of here. NEXT!”
She felt herself stepping forward with her husband still holding her hand, comforting her. Again the angry man continued, “Your card says your a community organizer. What the hell is that?”
“I organize the masses to best promote social justice and equality.”
“Do you make anything? Are you a specialist in science, medicine, or engineering?”
“No, but I am a supporter of Maoism.”
“You stupid American, I did not ask if you were a communist. Your worthless. Take him away.”
“NO! Your going to need people like me!”
“Shut that cockroach up!” A loud thud and a hushed whimper ended the man's screaming. “NEXT!”
She moved up again. Still holding her husbands hand and still shutting her eyes. Her husband spoke out in a calm voice, “here are our cards.”
“Whats wrong with her? She blind?”
“No. She doesn't want to see this.”
“Open her eyes or I'll kill both of you.”
She opened her eyes in the harsh light and allowed them to adjust. All around her were thousands of scared people waiting in long lines that stretched as far as the eye could see. Surrounding them were hundreds of PLA soldiers and armored vehicles. In front of her stood a bulky machine which stood high on its mechanical legs, its dual Gatling guns trained on them. Its two powerful searchlights blinding them. The man who demanded that she open her eyes stood before them in a sleek black officers trench coat, his uniform underneath was neatly pressed and tailored. He was a Captain in the People's Liberation Army and wore a large pistol on his hip made of ivory and gold. The PLA Captain took their cards and swiped them in a hand held computer he carried, he carefully scrutinized their profiles.
After reviewing the cards he spoke again, “So your a biochemist and shes a surgeon. Interesting.” The Captain shifted his attention from the husband to his wife. He walked closer to her and smiled. He grabbed her by the hips and started to move his hands up her dress and into her panties. She let out a scream and her husband rushed to defend her, but a PLA soldier tackled him and held him face down on the ground. The Captains hands continued up her red dress to her chest. “Take him with the others, hes too uppity. Take her to the comfort camp, I want her untouched until I have a chance to see her.”
The PLA soldier holding her husband down dragged him away while another PLA soldier appeared and carried her off and tossed her into a school bus. The bus was full of beautiful women of all ages and races, some as young as fifteen. They all sat terrified in their seats, alone or huddled together. Once the bus was filled to capacity it moved down the road heading west. She thought she saw her husband along the road marching with hundreds of other people heading towards the firing squads and the mass graves dug behind it. She didn't dare look a second time to confirm it.
All along the road were the charred remains of dozens of American tanks and fighting vehicles. They stayed behind and died trying to buy time for as many civilians to head east. Unfortunately the Chinese invasion advanced at such lightning fast speeds that millions of Americans were caught behind enemy lines. She turned away from the window and her heart sank. The road ahead was filled with an endless line of Chinese troops marching east towards the front. Everything she loved was gone and what was left of her life was going to be unbearable. She wished she was with her husband, she wished she could face the firing squads and die with him. She cried, not for the last time.
From Author: Hello, I felt the need to write a new note for this story to advise the reader that this story is violent, very vulgar and full of strong language. Knowing that, I hope you enjoy it! I also wanted to inform you guys that my video, "Crossing the Mississippi" will be placed on hold until I can figure out why my movie making program keeps crashing. I have other videos in the works though. Lastly don't forget to comment below, send me a email or donate. I appreciate all those things. 10102010.
Shattered Citadel: The Comfort Girl
52km W of Brazilia, Brazil, Earth [Sol], 05042066
She steadied her hands and tightly gripped the light saw. She looked up into the face of the wounded Swedish soldier and waited for him to be nod that he was ready. Two walking wounded Mexican soldiers she enlisted to help her in the field hospital held him down. She had to act fast, every second meant more healthy tissue eaten away by the Hegemony bio weapon. The light saw cut through the soldiers leg as easily as a hot knife through butter, the light saw cleanly amputated his leg and catalyzed the wound as it went. The Swede howled in agony and passed out from the pain. She had also felt like passing out as she watched in horror as the lifeless leg fell to the ground with a load thud and rapidly turned black and shriveled as the bio weapon consumed it. Her assistants gently placed the Swede on an open bed and returned to their duties in the hospital.
She had seen the most horrific and unnatural wounds, but this was something horribly new. The weapons were getting worst and worst, it wasn't enough to just kill a man, but to make his final moments excruciating beyond all known agonies from the past. She centered herself and moved to the next patient, he was already dead. Half of his head had been blown away by a snipers bullet and yet he had survived long enough to be taken to the field hospital. She removed his dog tag and read his name out loud, “Pravda Singh, Republic of India Army, declared K.I.A. Zero Nine Fifteen, the fifth of April, twenty sixty-six. Cause of death. Enemy small arms fire.” She moved from the dead body to the the other wounded waiting for her attention, she helped those she could, but there were always more wounded then she could possibly handle. Even with no breaks and no sleep she felt it wasn't enough, many were dying from lack of medical attention. She started to feel drowsy and quickly removed a syringe from her bloody scrubs and held it in her teeth as she tied her left arm up. She grabbed the syringe and stabbed the first vein that popped up, the drugs effects immediately hit her like a cold shower. She felt completely alert and the drowsiness creeping up before completely disappeared. These drugs kept her awake, and she was pushing its safe limits after being awake for nearly a week. It was surprising to her that her brain wasn't fried yet.
Her next patient, an American Marine seemed perfectly healthy, but she knew better. Upon closer inspection she confirmed that he was at death's door. Simple poking and prodding of his skin told her that his insides had been liquified. Only one weapon could do that, the American neutron bomb. She shook her head, the poor bastard was either bombed by his own side or haplessly walked into the bombs invisible zone of death. He was alive, it had missed his heart and brain, but his organs were mush and draining out of his lower orifices. It wouldn't be long before organ failure kicked in and killed him. She retrieved a red syringe from one of her assistants and tried to smile at the Marine. The young Marine nodded and tried to move his fingers, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it as she injected him a deadly dose of Puratexall. She kissed his hand, raised it to her face and watched as he quickly slipped away. She continued to work non-stop in the hospital, completely ignoring the sound of artillery creeping closer and closer to their position.
“Doc!” A British Royal Marine Sergeant burst into the field hospital followed by a dozen more Marines who immediately began to pack up the medical equipment. They helped some of the patients out of their beds and stuffed all the drugs they could find into their rucks. “Doctor, the chinks have broken through. Come with us.” The Royal Marine grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from a seriously wounded patient she was treating.
“What the fucks your problem?!” She screamed in the verge of tears.
“Ma'am, we have to move now. Forget about him, we can't lose anymore doctors!”
He was right. The war had taken a massive toll on every specialized profession, doctors most of all. The Hegemony killed almost every professional they captured, some died in combat, others in bombardments, and a few were even assassinated by Hegemony agents. Doctors were dying faster then then they could be replaced. The war made it very difficult to train new specialists and doctors. Many of the training facilities were in ruins or in enemy hands. The death of tens of millions of specialists who took their vast experience to the grave and most importantly the destruction of the internet by the Hegemony. Destroying all of mankind's accumulated knowledge, in just one cyber attack that lasted no longer then the time it takes to load a rifle.
The Doctor dragged her feet and asked the Brit, “What about those too injured to leave their beds?”
“We have to leave them.” The Marine lifted the doctor off of the ground and slung her over his shoulder. She screamed and kicked, but the Marine continued caring her through the field hospital unfazed. As the Royal Marines reached the exit at the other end of the hospital where they brought in the new patients, a hulking machine burst through the metal doors. It flooded the hospital with light, stood at its full height and let out a full burst of fire from its dual Gatling guns. The wounded patients still on their beds exploded into a mist of blood and guts as the bullets tore through them. The machine advanced down the long row of blood soaked beds and shot at anyone that had survived the volley of fire.
The Doctor couldn't move, not from injury but from fear. She felt around the ground and accidentally put her hand in a pile that once was the Marine that carried her. Only seconds before. The exit was only five meters away, but her body refused to move. The mechanical beast moved closer to the exit, ripping apart anyone it found only the way with its massive claw-like hands. It took no effort for the hulking machine to rip arms from sockets or heads from necks. The machine spotted her petite form cowering behind a counter and ignored her. It deemed that she was neither a threat or able to run. It took its time going down the hospital checking under beds and in cabinets, making absolutely sure it killed anyone still alive. The machine finally came back for her, it reached the other side of the counter and stood up higher on its legs. Overshadowing the paralyzed Doctor, its light glowed brighter as it reached for her with its massive sloth like hand. She screamed in the blinding light and felt herself lifted from the ground by the neck.
Independence, California, United States of America, Earth [Sol], 10072060
The light was so intense that it still shone through her closed eyelids, she shook uncontrollably and felt a soft hand grip her shoulder. Gently squeezing it. “Don't worry baby. Were still together, just don't open your eyes baby.” She felt the man lead her forward through the blinding light and chilling chorus of screams. They stopped abruptly and she could feel him wrap his arms around her waist and give her a quick kiss on the forehead.
“Where are your guns?” A man with a harsh authoritative voice demanded to know.
“I don't have any guns.” Another man answered defiantly.
“Your National Identification Card clearly states that you have a Smith & Wesson .357 and a Springfield Model 1861 in your possession.”
“You seriously think I'm gonna form a resistance with a peashooter and a two hundred year old rifle that doesn't even work?” His answer was greeted with a blow behind the head, the loud thud of a rifle butt hitting flesh was clearly heard.
“You smart ass cockroach. Take that thing out of here. NEXT!”
She felt herself stepping forward with her husband still holding her hand, comforting her. Again the angry man continued, “Your card says your a community organizer. What the hell is that?”
“I organize the masses to best promote social justice and equality.”
“Do you make anything? Are you a specialist in science, medicine, or engineering?”
“No, but I am a supporter of Maoism.”
“You stupid American, I did not ask if you were a communist. Your worthless. Take him away.”
“NO! Your going to need people like me!”
“Shut that cockroach up!” A loud thud and a hushed whimper ended the man's screaming. “NEXT!”
She moved up again. Still holding her husbands hand and still shutting her eyes. Her husband spoke out in a calm voice, “here are our cards.”
“Whats wrong with her? She blind?”
“No. She doesn't want to see this.”
“Open her eyes or I'll kill both of you.”
She opened her eyes in the harsh light and allowed them to adjust. All around her were thousands of scared people waiting in long lines that stretched as far as the eye could see. Surrounding them were hundreds of PLA soldiers and armored vehicles. In front of her stood a bulky machine which stood high on its mechanical legs, its dual Gatling guns trained on them. Its two powerful searchlights blinding them. The man who demanded that she open her eyes stood before them in a sleek black officers trench coat, his uniform underneath was neatly pressed and tailored. He was a Captain in the People's Liberation Army and wore a large pistol on his hip made of ivory and gold. The PLA Captain took their cards and swiped them in a hand held computer he carried, he carefully scrutinized their profiles.
After reviewing the cards he spoke again, “So your a biochemist and shes a surgeon. Interesting.” The Captain shifted his attention from the husband to his wife. He walked closer to her and smiled. He grabbed her by the hips and started to move his hands up her dress and into her panties. She let out a scream and her husband rushed to defend her, but a PLA soldier tackled him and held him face down on the ground. The Captains hands continued up her red dress to her chest. “Take him with the others, hes too uppity. Take her to the comfort camp, I want her untouched until I have a chance to see her.”
The PLA soldier holding her husband down dragged him away while another PLA soldier appeared and carried her off and tossed her into a school bus. The bus was full of beautiful women of all ages and races, some as young as fifteen. They all sat terrified in their seats, alone or huddled together. Once the bus was filled to capacity it moved down the road heading west. She thought she saw her husband along the road marching with hundreds of other people heading towards the firing squads and the mass graves dug behind it. She didn't dare look a second time to confirm it.
All along the road were the charred remains of dozens of American tanks and fighting vehicles. They stayed behind and died trying to buy time for as many civilians to head east. Unfortunately the Chinese invasion advanced at such lightning fast speeds that millions of Americans were caught behind enemy lines. She turned away from the window and her heart sank. The road ahead was filled with an endless line of Chinese troops marching east towards the front. Everything she loved was gone and what was left of her life was going to be unbearable. She wished she was with her husband, she wished she could face the firing squads and die with him. She cried, not for the last time.
51km W of Brazilia, Brazil, Earth [Sol], 05042066
She awoke screaming on the back of a British Royal Marine. He knelled and softly placed her on the ground. “Ma'am your safe now.” She wiped away tears from her face and felt her badly bruised neck. “We took out that machine soon after you passed out. I'm taking you to an evac. Allied command has issued a full retreat.”
“KEEP MOVING!” Another Marine yelled from behind them.
“Can you make it under your own power? It isn't far.” The Marine who carried her asked. She nodded.
They moved as fast as they could across the cratered battlefield, strewn full of bloated charred bodies. Ahead of them dozens of dug in Mexican tanks were engaging Hegemony forces as they tried to advance up the ridge where the allies were evacuating from a small municipal airport. Providing the Mexican armor with support was a division of Swedish soldiers and an American artillery detachment that volunteered to stay behind and cover the retreat.
She awoke screaming on the back of a British Royal Marine. He knelled and softly placed her on the ground. “Ma'am your safe now.” She wiped away tears from her face and felt her badly bruised neck. “We took out that machine soon after you passed out. I'm taking you to an evac. Allied command has issued a full retreat.”
“KEEP MOVING!” Another Marine yelled from behind them.
“Can you make it under your own power? It isn't far.” The Marine who carried her asked. She nodded.
They moved as fast as they could across the cratered battlefield, strewn full of bloated charred bodies. Ahead of them dozens of dug in Mexican tanks were engaging Hegemony forces as they tried to advance up the ridge where the allies were evacuating from a small municipal airport. Providing the Mexican armor with support was a division of Swedish soldiers and an American artillery detachment that volunteered to stay behind and cover the retreat.
They arrived at the airport, which was now in ruins from sustained artillery strikes from the Hegemony. A constant stream of air transports, helicopters and planes landed, loaded up and violently ascended into the air trying to avoid Hegemony anti-air fire. Occasionally an evacuating aircraft would be hit and shower the ground with blood and burning debris. Thousands of soldiers, civilians and wounded waited for their turn out of the circle of death. The Hegemony was surrounding them and it wouldn't be long before they closed in and killed everyone. Many frantically begged to go on the next transport, but they had to wait like everyone else and the line moved little or not at all.
The Doctors protectors ushered her to one of the officers in charge of the evacuation. “This woman needs to get out of here now.”
“Her and everyone else. Wait in line like everyone else.” He replied in a heavily accented English.
“Shes a VIP. Shes a combat surgeon. Class A priority.”
“The Brazilian officer lifted his bushy eyebrow and motioned for her to come forward. “Let me see your I.D., pretty lady.”
“She doesn't have one. Her field hospital was overrun by those Hegeemo fucks. We were sent to retrieve her, look at our mission report.” The Marine handed him a small disc from which the Brazilian verified his story and stamped her hand.
“Ok pretty lady, pick someone as your bodyguard to escort you,” he said while busy with his work. She said nothing as she pointed to the man who carried her out of the field hospital.
“No. Take Nelson. He has a family,” the young Marine said without a moments delay.
“Don't be stupid. Go with her. She chose you.” The Brazilian officer replied, almost disgusted by the display of sentiment. “Ok then pretty lady.” He stamped the young Marines hand and pointed them towards an air transport that just landed. Both of them boarded the chunky vessel and strapped themselves into their harnesses. In less the two minutes the transport was filled to capacity. It lifted off the ground and zoomed high up into the sky, moving randomly from side to side to avoid anti-air fire. The motion triggered something in her, all of the drugs in her veins and the week of forcing herself to stay awake finally caught up to her. She began to violently shake and foam from the mouth, her bodyguard screamed for help but she had already faded into a coma.
The Doctors protectors ushered her to one of the officers in charge of the evacuation. “This woman needs to get out of here now.”
“Her and everyone else. Wait in line like everyone else.” He replied in a heavily accented English.
“Shes a VIP. Shes a combat surgeon. Class A priority.”
“The Brazilian officer lifted his bushy eyebrow and motioned for her to come forward. “Let me see your I.D., pretty lady.”
“She doesn't have one. Her field hospital was overrun by those Hegeemo fucks. We were sent to retrieve her, look at our mission report.” The Marine handed him a small disc from which the Brazilian verified his story and stamped her hand.
“Ok pretty lady, pick someone as your bodyguard to escort you,” he said while busy with his work. She said nothing as she pointed to the man who carried her out of the field hospital.
“No. Take Nelson. He has a family,” the young Marine said without a moments delay.
“Don't be stupid. Go with her. She chose you.” The Brazilian officer replied, almost disgusted by the display of sentiment. “Ok then pretty lady.” He stamped the young Marines hand and pointed them towards an air transport that just landed. Both of them boarded the chunky vessel and strapped themselves into their harnesses. In less the two minutes the transport was filled to capacity. It lifted off the ground and zoomed high up into the sky, moving randomly from side to side to avoid anti-air fire. The motion triggered something in her, all of the drugs in her veins and the week of forcing herself to stay awake finally caught up to her. She began to violently shake and foam from the mouth, her bodyguard screamed for help but she had already faded into a coma.
HEGEMONY PLA
Special Task Force
Armor Type 2
"Gene Jack"
Special Task Force
Armor Type 2
"Gene Jack"
Camp Pink Pleasure 72, Denver, Occupied America, Earth [Sol], Unknown
“Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you.” He stood up and slowly approached her carrying something under her arm. He placed it on the bed in the middle of the room and slowly backed up. “It's a gift. For you.”
She eyed him with suspicion from the corner of the room. She finally stood up from the corner and approached the bed completely naked. Her fresh bruises and scars visible in the harsh red light of the small room. She looked at him again nervously and opened the small package. She pulled out a red silk cheongsam and a chocolate bar from the package.
“It's yours. Go ahead, put it on. You don't have to be naked anymore.”
She slipped on the cheongsam, but all the while she glared at him expecting him to hurt her. Much like the others had done before. She took the chocolate bar and ate it in two bites, her face softened as she ate chocolate for the first time in five years. She had forgotten how good food could be, having been used to the slop that her captors fed her for nutrition. After finishing the chocolate bar she returned to staring at the man, no longer suspicious but confused. He had not tried to have his way with her, he just sat on his chair and smiled. It was her obligation to comfort any soldier who came into her room or face the possibility of being sent to the working camps. A death sentence to anyone unlucky to be sent there. At first she resisted where she could, but now she just went limp and took it. It saved her from hundreds of beatings and possibly the work camps. This man had also not tried to hurt her, and many of her clients enjoyed inflicting pain and humiliations on her. They took a sick satisfaction from her misery and howls of pain. Some took measures not to permanently scar her, but others didn't seem to care and just beat her bloody with their fists or cut her with their knives. She was supposed to have some protections against this, since a broken comfort girl would be useless to her captors. Her pleas for protection of course went nowhere.
“What do you want?” She asked in a low voice, no louder then a whisper.
“I just want to talk,” he replied from his seat.
“Talk?”
“Yes.”
“I don't want to talk,” she instinctively raised her arms to protect her head, but the blows never came.
“That's fine,” he smiled at her again and left when his time was up.
She saw him again, and again, and again. Each time he brought gifts and each time he did not touch her. She refused to talk to him, still suspicious of his motives. She finally spoke to him again. “What is your name?”
The man was taken off guard, he replied “Lieutenant Hon.”
“No. Your first name.”
“Bruce.”
“That's not a very Chinese first name.”
“I was named after Bruce Lee. My parents were big fans of him.”
“Bruce, why are you here? You could have had sex with me in any one of your past visits. Hell, why the gifts? I'm a whore, you don't have to seduce me.”
“Don't talk like that. Your not a whore.”
“I fuck eighteen men a day. I'm a whore.”
“Did you choose to be a comfort girl?”
“No. I... was forced into it.”
“It was not your choice to do this. Your doing what you need to do to survive.”
Her mouth opened as if to say something, but no words came out. Instead she broke down and began to cry while pounding the hard mattress with her fists. Bruce stood up from his seat and embraced her. She looked into his face and became disgusted. “You assholes, you did this to me! My family is dead because of you!” She punched his chest with her little fists with no effect.
“Like you... I had no choice.” He held her in her arms as she cried. Leaving her side only when his time was over.
She began to enjoy his visit, she would wait anxiously for him to return. They would spend hours talking about their past and anything they could think of that wasn't related to the war. Together they forgot about their horrible existence and the war tearing the world apart. After regularly visiting once a week for nearly a year, he suddenly disappeared. Months passed and no word from him. She thought about him every night, she even had the same dream where he was cowering in a crater with an open chest wound, bleeding to death and struggling to breathe. An American would appear at the edge of the crater, lift his flamethrower and burn Bruce alive.
He did return, but he was now a tired and beaten man. He wore his uniform for the first time and it dirty and torn. He sat down in his chair and remained silent.
“I thought you were dead. I am so glad to see you.” She ran to him and embraced him tightly. “Baby are you OK?”
He placed his hand on her face and frowned, she knew he had bad news for her. “The Americans are marching towards the Pacific Ocean, liberating parts of their homeland. They should be here in matter of days.”
She did not know what to say, she wanted to be liberated, but she knew Bruce would not be there with her. “Whats that?” She peered under his torn uniform and spotted a blotch of burnt skin that never quite healed.
“American I.E.D. Almost killed me. Put me in the hospital for months.” He stared into her big round eyes and continued, “The Generals expect to lose their holdings in North America and are going full scorched Earth. Everything useful to the Americans must be destroyed, that includes people. The PLA is killing everyone. Fifteen million Americans in the working camps were killed in one day alone. It won't be long before they kill you.” He stood up, brushed her off and left the room. She cried alone in her room under the harsh red light.
“Open up whore! Hands on the wall! An angry voice shouted from beyond her door, she leaped from her bed and unlocked the door. She ran to the wall and placed her hands on the wall like any other inspection before. Yet these soldiers wore the black bulky armor of the Special Task Force. Both their monstrous forms flanked her and ripped off her red cheongsam leaving her completely naked. Their red mechanical eyes searched her body fir weapons. One pointed towards the door and ordered, “Outside whore. Follow the other cockroaches.”
She obeyed and ran out naked, following hundreds of other terrified female prisoners down the hall and out into the cold open courtyard. Outside in the cold she shivered and cried. She now knew her time was up and that they were going to kill them all. The STF soldiers opened the gates and herded all of the women out, shooting anyone that resisted or fell behind. The females clumped together to keep warm, they were all forced to march west on a highway. As they marched west more and more women joined them until they formed a mass of naked humanity that stretched for miles in either direction. Exposed to the elements she began to feel the effects of hypothermia; uncontrollable shivers, loss of coordination, cyanosis and hallucinations.
She felt as if the entire time that she marched in the cold that the same STF soldier was following her and watching her from a distance. When she stopped, he stopped. She was sure it was the same STF soldier or it could just be the paranoia and hallucinations from her hypothermia. Her attention turned back towards the crowd of women that surrounded her. Many had begun to shriek and shout as they pointed to the sky. She looked up and spotted the distant silhouette of many aircraft's approaching in the distance. The Chinese STF lifted their large PKR-55 machine guns to meet the new threat and shot a long volley into the air that downed the lead planes. The planes burst into flames and showered them with burning wreckage. The planes they destroyed were very small, smaller then a normal aircraft. They were actually a swarm of American UAV's. The Chinese STF shot many of the small UAV's down but a few slipped past their wall of bullets and let off a salvo of their own. Small rockets streaked across the sky and hit all around the large formation of naked bodies and STF troops. The rockets hit the highway and did not explode, but still dozens around the rocket fell over dead with no visible wounds. The STF that survived turned their guns on their prisoners and began mowing them down by the hundreds. Many terrified females broke from the highway formation and took their chances and fled into the wilderness.
"The Girl In the Red Dress" - Painted by an unknown artist during the Great Reconstruction, it depicts an American girl approaching a Hegemony tank with a flower. Underneath her flowing red dress is hidden a suicide bombers vest, a practice common in the U.S. resistance in occupied America. The Painting is currently housed in the Museum of Humanity, New York City, Earth [Sol].
She broke with the other prisoners and ran into the wilderness, barely dodging machine gun fire. Her bare feet began to bleed as she ran through the wilderness. Sharp sticks and jagged rocks cut into her soft cold feet. The adrenaline coursing through her veins and her determination to survive made her forget about her pain as she ran as far away from the highway as possible. Her legs finally gave out from under her and she collapsed into a heap of snow. She rolled on her back and stared at the moon rising above her. She welcomed her death and shut her eyes to sleep, but a a loud discharge of a PKR-55 forced her to woke up. Her eyes opened to the dull red eyes of a STF soldier staring back at her.
“You missed. Just fucking do it!” She lifted her right hand into the air and sent him a one fingered insult.
“You look like shit.” The soldier knelt beside her and slammed his pack beside her. He took out a large medical kit, blankets and what looked like an oxygen mask. He placed the blankets on the ground and lifted her small body onto them. “You have a real bad case of hypothermia. You could go into shock and cardiac arrest at any time. I should have gotten you out earlier. I'm sorry.”
She looked at him confused, he was a killer, one of the worst in the People's Republic of China. An STF never showed remorse and were some of the best trained and best equipped soldiers in the entire Hegemony. There were so many rumors about them that it was hard to tell which were real and which were the exaggerations from the survivors of their massacres. The STF were supposed to be genetically engineered super humans breed for war who felt no pain or remorse. Yet this soldier was giving her lifesaving treatment. The soldier removed numerous cylinders from his medical kit and placed them around her body and under her armpits, the cylinders immediately began to warm up. He wrapped the blanket tightly around her body and put the mask on her face. A rush of hot air filled her lungs as he slung her over his shoulder. In the ground just a few feet from where she once was laying was the bullet ridden corpse of a wolf, she finally felt safe and went to sleep on the soldiers back.
She awoke hours later and screamed, forgetting where she was and who she was with. She freed herself from his grip and fell to the cold snow covered ground. “Relax. I'm not going to hurt you,” the STF soldier replied.
“Bruce?” She stared at his monstrous black armor and red mechanical eyes and shuddered.
“Yes. I couldn't let you die. Your the only thing I care about anymore.”
“Your not a monster, how can you be one of them?”
He said nothing for a minute then changed the subject, “Were right on the front line. I took you as far as I can go. You should be able to walk to the nearest American unit.”
“Why don't you come with me?”
“You know I can't.”
“Your not one of them.” She said as she pointed towards Chinese occupied America.
“I'm not one of them either.” He said as he pointed towards Free America.
“Come. I don't want to lose you. Your all I have left.”
He removed his helmet and looked at her with his real eyes. “Alright. I'll try.”
They moved forward with extreme caution to prevent stepping on a mine, triggering a booby trap, or getting sniped. Bruce carried her on his back and after a few hours they finally saw the dim light of cigarettes in the darkness. She smiled at Bruce and yelled at the direction of the lights, “Are you Americans?!”
The lights from the cigarette butts immediately were put out. “I think they heard you.” Bruce said in a whisper, he lifted his PKR-55, his eyes and gun moving with the sound of crunching snow.
“I am an American. My name is Sally. Please help me!” She shouted towards the darkness.
They heard nothing for a few long minutes until finally a voice shouted back. “Corporal Nevins, United States Army, 82nd Airborne, are you armed?”
“No!”
“Are you hurt?!”
“Yes. I may need medical attention!”
“Are you alone?!”
“No! I have another person with me.”
“OK, approach us slowly, one by one with your hands up in the air!”
Bruce stood behind her and whispered “whatever happens here, I want you to know that I love you.” He watched as she went first, the blankets around her flapping in the wind as her hands were up the in the air. The American soldiers approached her and frisked her, a few looked at her naked breasts that was peeking from under the blankets and nodded in approval. A combat medic came to her side and examined her, she pleaded with the soldiers not to shoot her friend and they laughed at her for being paranoid.
“Little Lady, unless he's the boogeyman or Heegemo we won't shoot” the Corporal said trying to reassure her. Out of the darkness Bruce stepped into view without his gun and without his helmet. He slowly approached with his hands up and a grin on his face. The Americans stared in disbelief as he approached their position in his black STF armor.
“OH FUCK! It's a goddamn Gene Jack!” An American with a Carolinian accent screamed in terror. The forest lit up as the Americans opened fire. Bruce flew backwards with the force of impact from numerous shots at such close range. Sally screamed incoherently and tackled the Carolinian with her naked body. “Get this bitch off me!” he screamed as she started to pummel him with her fists.
“You fucking animals killed him!” She screamed repeatedly.
“Lady, we did you a fucking favor.” The Corporal turned from the crying woman and addressed the other soldiers, “Can you guys believe that shit?”
“Yah man, I legit pissed my pants.” A man with a heavy Spanish accent replied.
“I got that chink. Right in the chest, you guys confirm that kill right?” The Carolinian said while other soldiers nodded in reply.
She soon went limp from the drugs that the combat medic injected into her.
President Dover Medical Center, Miami, Florida, United States, Earth [Sol], 09092081
She awoke in a daze and on a hospital bed. Her eyes adjusted to the sunlight flooding in from outside, she found it odd that the color of the sky was a mixture of yellow and brown. She leaned up on her bed and was greeted by a smiling face sitting on a chair in the corner.
“I knew the sunlight would do you some good. I had them move you.”
“Bruce? Are you for real?” She said as she thought that the drugs that forced her awake and put her into a coma had also made her insane.
“No your not crazy. It's me.”
“How?”
“I survived that night in the Rockies where we last saw each other. My armor took most of the damage. Got out of there while the Americans were busy dealing with you.”
“How can you be here with me?”
“The war is over. Took me a few years to find out what happened to you.”
“How long was I in a coma?”
“Fifteen years.”
“Excellent. Shes awake. I'm going to inform the Colonel. Shes going to need a debriefing.” A nurse who popped in to check up on her told Bruce. The nurse left the room and closed the door behind her.
“Did we lose the war?”
“No. Just. Things are different now.” He stood up and put on his crisp new uniform trench coat. The flag of China visible on his left arm and a strange symbol she had never seen before wrapped around his arm in a band. It showed a blue and white globe with a sword cutting through it, the milky way surrounding the globe and the Chinese/English letters of USEA etched around it. “I missed you. When they let you out of here you call me. My number is programmed to your comp by the bed. Don't have me wait any more. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
“You missed. Just fucking do it!” She lifted her right hand into the air and sent him a one fingered insult.
“You look like shit.” The soldier knelt beside her and slammed his pack beside her. He took out a large medical kit, blankets and what looked like an oxygen mask. He placed the blankets on the ground and lifted her small body onto them. “You have a real bad case of hypothermia. You could go into shock and cardiac arrest at any time. I should have gotten you out earlier. I'm sorry.”
She looked at him confused, he was a killer, one of the worst in the People's Republic of China. An STF never showed remorse and were some of the best trained and best equipped soldiers in the entire Hegemony. There were so many rumors about them that it was hard to tell which were real and which were the exaggerations from the survivors of their massacres. The STF were supposed to be genetically engineered super humans breed for war who felt no pain or remorse. Yet this soldier was giving her lifesaving treatment. The soldier removed numerous cylinders from his medical kit and placed them around her body and under her armpits, the cylinders immediately began to warm up. He wrapped the blanket tightly around her body and put the mask on her face. A rush of hot air filled her lungs as he slung her over his shoulder. In the ground just a few feet from where she once was laying was the bullet ridden corpse of a wolf, she finally felt safe and went to sleep on the soldiers back.
She awoke hours later and screamed, forgetting where she was and who she was with. She freed herself from his grip and fell to the cold snow covered ground. “Relax. I'm not going to hurt you,” the STF soldier replied.
“Bruce?” She stared at his monstrous black armor and red mechanical eyes and shuddered.
“Yes. I couldn't let you die. Your the only thing I care about anymore.”
“Your not a monster, how can you be one of them?”
He said nothing for a minute then changed the subject, “Were right on the front line. I took you as far as I can go. You should be able to walk to the nearest American unit.”
“Why don't you come with me?”
“You know I can't.”
“Your not one of them.” She said as she pointed towards Chinese occupied America.
“I'm not one of them either.” He said as he pointed towards Free America.
“Come. I don't want to lose you. Your all I have left.”
He removed his helmet and looked at her with his real eyes. “Alright. I'll try.”
They moved forward with extreme caution to prevent stepping on a mine, triggering a booby trap, or getting sniped. Bruce carried her on his back and after a few hours they finally saw the dim light of cigarettes in the darkness. She smiled at Bruce and yelled at the direction of the lights, “Are you Americans?!”
The lights from the cigarette butts immediately were put out. “I think they heard you.” Bruce said in a whisper, he lifted his PKR-55, his eyes and gun moving with the sound of crunching snow.
“I am an American. My name is Sally. Please help me!” She shouted towards the darkness.
They heard nothing for a few long minutes until finally a voice shouted back. “Corporal Nevins, United States Army, 82nd Airborne, are you armed?”
“No!”
“Are you hurt?!”
“Yes. I may need medical attention!”
“Are you alone?!”
“No! I have another person with me.”
“OK, approach us slowly, one by one with your hands up in the air!”
Bruce stood behind her and whispered “whatever happens here, I want you to know that I love you.” He watched as she went first, the blankets around her flapping in the wind as her hands were up the in the air. The American soldiers approached her and frisked her, a few looked at her naked breasts that was peeking from under the blankets and nodded in approval. A combat medic came to her side and examined her, she pleaded with the soldiers not to shoot her friend and they laughed at her for being paranoid.
“Little Lady, unless he's the boogeyman or Heegemo we won't shoot” the Corporal said trying to reassure her. Out of the darkness Bruce stepped into view without his gun and without his helmet. He slowly approached with his hands up and a grin on his face. The Americans stared in disbelief as he approached their position in his black STF armor.
“OH FUCK! It's a goddamn Gene Jack!” An American with a Carolinian accent screamed in terror. The forest lit up as the Americans opened fire. Bruce flew backwards with the force of impact from numerous shots at such close range. Sally screamed incoherently and tackled the Carolinian with her naked body. “Get this bitch off me!” he screamed as she started to pummel him with her fists.
“You fucking animals killed him!” She screamed repeatedly.
“Lady, we did you a fucking favor.” The Corporal turned from the crying woman and addressed the other soldiers, “Can you guys believe that shit?”
“Yah man, I legit pissed my pants.” A man with a heavy Spanish accent replied.
“I got that chink. Right in the chest, you guys confirm that kill right?” The Carolinian said while other soldiers nodded in reply.
She soon went limp from the drugs that the combat medic injected into her.
President Dover Medical Center, Miami, Florida, United States, Earth [Sol], 09092081
She awoke in a daze and on a hospital bed. Her eyes adjusted to the sunlight flooding in from outside, she found it odd that the color of the sky was a mixture of yellow and brown. She leaned up on her bed and was greeted by a smiling face sitting on a chair in the corner.
“I knew the sunlight would do you some good. I had them move you.”
“Bruce? Are you for real?” She said as she thought that the drugs that forced her awake and put her into a coma had also made her insane.
“No your not crazy. It's me.”
“How?”
“I survived that night in the Rockies where we last saw each other. My armor took most of the damage. Got out of there while the Americans were busy dealing with you.”
“How can you be here with me?”
“The war is over. Took me a few years to find out what happened to you.”
“How long was I in a coma?”
“Fifteen years.”
“Excellent. Shes awake. I'm going to inform the Colonel. Shes going to need a debriefing.” A nurse who popped in to check up on her told Bruce. The nurse left the room and closed the door behind her.
“Did we lose the war?”
“No. Just. Things are different now.” He stood up and put on his crisp new uniform trench coat. The flag of China visible on his left arm and a strange symbol she had never seen before wrapped around his arm in a band. It showed a blue and white globe with a sword cutting through it, the milky way surrounding the globe and the Chinese/English letters of USEA etched around it. “I missed you. When they let you out of here you call me. My number is programmed to your comp by the bed. Don't have me wait any more. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
SC: Comfort Girl
Thu, 11th November, 2010
A doctor survives the horrific invasion of America by the Hegemony only to endure the waking nightmare of the PLA comfort camps.
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