"It was as easy as taking candy from a baby. I remember thinking, 'You will have no more troubles, squire.' I felt I was doing him a favour. I felt his life was one long struggle." - Dennis Nilsen, Murderer on murdering his last victim.
SC: The Monster of Wuhan
From Author: Warning. Doesnt get worst then this. Seriously. 10012011.
Ironbound Military Correctional Facility, Fort Sentry, Pluto [Sol]
After three hours of security checks, briefings and military police going through my clearances I finally receive a go ahead to visit prisoner H67631E001. I had to strap on a anti-stabbing vest and was escorted by three MP's. We go down sixteen stories in an elevator. Once there we proceeded down a long bright corridor lined with red metal doors. We finally stop at door 873-16 and the MP's prep the prisoner. The walls of by the cells door become transparent and the MP's order the prisoner to put his hands on the wall. As soon as he does, the wall locks him in place and the MP's storm the cell. They overturn his entire cell looking for weapons and once they were satisfied the MP's cleared the cells table of any items. Once this was over the MP's usher me inside the bright, stale smelling room and I take a seat at the table. Two MP's flank me from behind and remove their pistols from their holsters. They aim it at the prisoner as the third MP frees the prisoner from the walls locks and points him to his seat opposite from me. The prisoner takes his seat and he looks at me up and down. His black eyes moving rapidly from my face to the MP's around him. The prisoner is wearing a baggy yellow jumpsuit that hides his tattoo covered body. A few of his tattoos poke out from the jumpsuit around his suits neckline and hands. His Asian face is weathered from exposure to the elements and a horrible series of scars runs across his face. I switch the recorder on and I begin my interview.
[Recorder on]
"Hello Mister Liu, my name is Jasmine Tseng. I am going to ask you a series of questions about the Third World War, please answer truthfully, this interview will be recorded for the benefit of future generations. I want you to know that whatever you say cannot be used against you in a court of law. You are protected by the Third Human Civil War Amnesty act of 2119. Do you understand?" [He stares at me blankly. I repeat it again. No response. I say it a third time in Mandarin and he smiles.]
"I do not speak the language of the cockroaches."
"Cockroaches?"
"The inferior races of man, the enemies of the Han master race."
"Mister Liu, let us begin with your place of birth."
"I was born in the city of Wuhan on September. 16, 2039. In the People's Republic of China."
"Tell me about your youth. Before the Third World War."
"I grew up after the 'troubles' with my five siblings in a time of great prosperity. China reigned supreme over the world and it was glorious. Then those fucking cockroaches started the war. They were jealous of China's prosperity and good will. I enlisted the first chance I could in 2057, it was the happiest day of my life. Those two years leading up to my enlistment was the longest years for me. The 'War Against the Aggressors' was raging and I was stuck behind a damn desk learning algebra. I wished more then anything to have been at the Great Liberation of Chinese Taipei, to have participated in the destruction of the American Pacific Fleet, but I got my chance to kill Americans a few years later. Until then I was killing monkeys in India. It was a learning experience for me and the rest of the People's Liberation Army. We honed our combat strategies and killing methods in that shithole of a country. Compared to India, the invasion of America a few years later was like fucking a Thai hooker. Real easy. The Indians resisted and put up a good fight, but the Americans were cowards and broke apart like water on rock. Damn American Cockroaches deserved to die a thousand deaths! [He slams his fists on the table and the MP's lift their pistols at him. He goes wild eyes for a minute and then calms down] India was tough and it seemed like there was an endless supply of monkeys willing to die for their bullshit country. No matter how many we killed, they kept coming.
Hawaii was liberated from the cockroaches in early 2060 and I was transferred with Operation Special Task to Hawaii. While there we prepared for the invasion of the roachnest known as America. We gathered eighty million for the invasion. [He laughs] I find it funny how the cockroaches never knew we were coming, many roaches looked at us in disbelief as we gathered them up for the gas chambers. [He lets out a loud cackle] I can still see them scurrying around in the gas, squeaking in terror, clawing at the doors and finally collapsing on the ground with their legs twitching up in the air. A fitting death for the weaker cockroaches."
"Weaker Cockroaches?"
"Baby roaches, crippled roaches, old roaches and roaches broken through labor."
SC: The Monster of Wuhan
From Author: Warning. Doesnt get worst then this. Seriously. 10012011.
Ironbound Military Correctional Facility, Fort Sentry, Pluto [Sol]
After three hours of security checks, briefings and military police going through my clearances I finally receive a go ahead to visit prisoner H67631E001. I had to strap on a anti-stabbing vest and was escorted by three MP's. We go down sixteen stories in an elevator. Once there we proceeded down a long bright corridor lined with red metal doors. We finally stop at door 873-16 and the MP's prep the prisoner. The walls of by the cells door become transparent and the MP's order the prisoner to put his hands on the wall. As soon as he does, the wall locks him in place and the MP's storm the cell. They overturn his entire cell looking for weapons and once they were satisfied the MP's cleared the cells table of any items. Once this was over the MP's usher me inside the bright, stale smelling room and I take a seat at the table. Two MP's flank me from behind and remove their pistols from their holsters. They aim it at the prisoner as the third MP frees the prisoner from the walls locks and points him to his seat opposite from me. The prisoner takes his seat and he looks at me up and down. His black eyes moving rapidly from my face to the MP's around him. The prisoner is wearing a baggy yellow jumpsuit that hides his tattoo covered body. A few of his tattoos poke out from the jumpsuit around his suits neckline and hands. His Asian face is weathered from exposure to the elements and a horrible series of scars runs across his face. I switch the recorder on and I begin my interview.
[Recorder on]
"Hello Mister Liu, my name is Jasmine Tseng. I am going to ask you a series of questions about the Third World War, please answer truthfully, this interview will be recorded for the benefit of future generations. I want you to know that whatever you say cannot be used against you in a court of law. You are protected by the Third Human Civil War Amnesty act of 2119. Do you understand?" [He stares at me blankly. I repeat it again. No response. I say it a third time in Mandarin and he smiles.]
"I do not speak the language of the cockroaches."
"Cockroaches?"
"The inferior races of man, the enemies of the Han master race."
"Mister Liu, let us begin with your place of birth."
"I was born in the city of Wuhan on September. 16, 2039. In the People's Republic of China."
"Tell me about your youth. Before the Third World War."
"I grew up after the 'troubles' with my five siblings in a time of great prosperity. China reigned supreme over the world and it was glorious. Then those fucking cockroaches started the war. They were jealous of China's prosperity and good will. I enlisted the first chance I could in 2057, it was the happiest day of my life. Those two years leading up to my enlistment was the longest years for me. The 'War Against the Aggressors' was raging and I was stuck behind a damn desk learning algebra. I wished more then anything to have been at the Great Liberation of Chinese Taipei, to have participated in the destruction of the American Pacific Fleet, but I got my chance to kill Americans a few years later. Until then I was killing monkeys in India. It was a learning experience for me and the rest of the People's Liberation Army. We honed our combat strategies and killing methods in that shithole of a country. Compared to India, the invasion of America a few years later was like fucking a Thai hooker. Real easy. The Indians resisted and put up a good fight, but the Americans were cowards and broke apart like water on rock. Damn American Cockroaches deserved to die a thousand deaths! [He slams his fists on the table and the MP's lift their pistols at him. He goes wild eyes for a minute and then calms down] India was tough and it seemed like there was an endless supply of monkeys willing to die for their bullshit country. No matter how many we killed, they kept coming.
Hawaii was liberated from the cockroaches in early 2060 and I was transferred with Operation Special Task to Hawaii. While there we prepared for the invasion of the roachnest known as America. We gathered eighty million for the invasion. [He laughs] I find it funny how the cockroaches never knew we were coming, many roaches looked at us in disbelief as we gathered them up for the gas chambers. [He lets out a loud cackle] I can still see them scurrying around in the gas, squeaking in terror, clawing at the doors and finally collapsing on the ground with their legs twitching up in the air. A fitting death for the weaker cockroaches."
"Weaker Cockroaches?"
"Baby roaches, crippled roaches, old roaches and roaches broken through labor."
"You had a hand in those atrocities?"
"I was a member of the 15th Special Task Force, the 'Bug Hunters.' I was and still am an instrument of death. My STF unit killed more cockroaches then any other STF unit, in one day alone we STF squished fifteen million cockroaches. The Americans were advancing on the Pacific Ocean and all STF units were ordered to leave nothing for them and so we squished every cockroach we could. On that day, it was new years eve, I remember squishing cockroaches non-stop for twenty hours. My STF unit was assigned the clean up of Camp Long March in Colorado and towards the end of our clean up we started to run out of bullets. We then tied two cockroaches together, shot one of them in the head and tossed them both into the Colorado River. The weight of the dead roach would drag the other down, [He laughs at the memory] it was GENIUS! I wished someone had thought of it sooner! We could have saved precious bullets. Bullets are meant for soldiers, not lowly cockroaches that run when the light of day shines on them."
"Did you run out of bullets?"
"Yes we did. We had enough rounds to defend ourselves, but none to kill the last few batches of laborers. We had to use our blades. I am not complaining, I love cutting but it took a lot more time. Time wasn't on our side at that point of the war."
"Why's that?"
"The enemies of the Han master race were pushing us back by 2065. Mother China suffered many defeats in India, America, and the colonies. It was all the fault of those fucking deceitful Muhammad rats and traitors within."
"Traitors within?"
"The few within our government and military that was sympathetic to the plight of the cockroaches. Most of them were in some ways connected to the roaches; by marriage, past jobs, birth, or even schooled by them. That's why the roach born Hans that joined us were never fully trusted and were forced to perform the bulk of the executions and brutal occupation work. That quickly separated those committed to the Han master race and those who joined out of fear for their own skins."
"What happened to those traitors?"
"I would happen. [He smiles and licks his teeth] We STF took pride in our torture techniques and I developed a signature execution that earned me the nickname "chest buster" within my unit. I would take my prey, torture them with the usual assortment of instruments like drills, razors, electrical wires, blow torches, and hammers. I was careful not to kill them and after I had my prey begging for death I would stick the prey full of Purtexall, you know that wonder drug that makes you numb, alert and temporarily oxygenates your blood. You had to be careful with Purtexall since just a few milliliters too much and you'd kill the prey. Fortunately before I was STF, I was a combat medic, so I had experience in this sort of thing. After the Purtexall took hold I would use a light saw to cut through my prey's ribcage and in one swift motion I would remove its ribcage and reach in and cut out its still beating heart. The Purtexall would numb the pain so the prey wouldn't pass out from the pain, the Purtexall would make the prey hyperalert so they couldn't pass out from shock, and best of all the Purtexall would oxygenate the prey's blood so it could go without a heart for nearly four minutes. The only thing I had to worry about was blood loss, but a light saw cauterized as it cut. So no big deal. This technique took about thirty cockroaches and roachborns before I perfected it.
Initially I would show my prey its beating heart and smash it under my boot, but as I got better and started to do it in public executions I started to really have fun with it. I remember one time in front of a whole crowd of cockroaches[He smiles in child-like glee] that I took the heart, and I don't know why I did this, but I took a huge bite out of the beating heart. Blood filled my mouth and I spitted it at the crowd of cockroaches. It scared them shitless. [He laughs loudly] From that moment on I was hooked on the taste of human flesh, it was real meat and it was delicious. [I look away trying to hide my disgust] Don't you fucking do that! Newsflash you whore, EVERYONE ate human meat in the war. I started earlier then most, but with no food and no livestock we had to survive. It's a dirty little secret isn't it? How come the history books never mention it? There's so much about that time the fucking roaches of today do not know about."
"Like what? What else has been kept secret?"
"Wouldn't you like to know. All of this shit [He points towards the ceiling of his cell], this united bullshit of Earth is a fucking house of cards built on lies. One has to just kick it in and the whole damn thing will come crashing down."
"What do you have against the United Systems?"
"The roaches have taken over, they tried to tame me and make me one of them, but they could not. I refuse to be one of them."
"Tame you how?"
"I was captured at Xi'an and when the war ended instead of killing me the roach king De-Tierra gave me a place in his world army. It was good. I got to continue squishing roaches and I had plenty of man flesh. When the roach king fell from power I was placed in the U.S. Colonial Marines as a Two Percenter. They expected me to die there, on some alien world, but I didn't. I fought in dozens of wars and killed all sorts of aliens, but I missed killing actual human beings. It's not the same killing aliens. Aliens are rarely anything like humans, some don't have fear of death, some don't feel pain, some don't even beg or cry. I couldn't stand it. In my time in the Marines I never even got a chance to kill any secessionist roaches, oh yes, there are secessionists out there who don't want to be a part of this bullshit government and we're killing them in droves. [The MP's raise their pistols again towards him. The MP behind him gives them the 'stop' hand signal and they lower their pistols] Well, I was relieved in 2210 and sent to Mother China, but China was no longer the same. It had lost its way, it was infested with roaches and it had the stink of mixed blood. I was given a decent security job and I could have lived on my pension, but I had other plans."
"Those plans, that's what got you here?"
"I was a member of the 15th Special Task Force, the 'Bug Hunters.' I was and still am an instrument of death. My STF unit killed more cockroaches then any other STF unit, in one day alone we STF squished fifteen million cockroaches. The Americans were advancing on the Pacific Ocean and all STF units were ordered to leave nothing for them and so we squished every cockroach we could. On that day, it was new years eve, I remember squishing cockroaches non-stop for twenty hours. My STF unit was assigned the clean up of Camp Long March in Colorado and towards the end of our clean up we started to run out of bullets. We then tied two cockroaches together, shot one of them in the head and tossed them both into the Colorado River. The weight of the dead roach would drag the other down, [He laughs at the memory] it was GENIUS! I wished someone had thought of it sooner! We could have saved precious bullets. Bullets are meant for soldiers, not lowly cockroaches that run when the light of day shines on them."
"Did you run out of bullets?"
"Yes we did. We had enough rounds to defend ourselves, but none to kill the last few batches of laborers. We had to use our blades. I am not complaining, I love cutting but it took a lot more time. Time wasn't on our side at that point of the war."
"Why's that?"
"The enemies of the Han master race were pushing us back by 2065. Mother China suffered many defeats in India, America, and the colonies. It was all the fault of those fucking deceitful Muhammad rats and traitors within."
"Traitors within?"
"The few within our government and military that was sympathetic to the plight of the cockroaches. Most of them were in some ways connected to the roaches; by marriage, past jobs, birth, or even schooled by them. That's why the roach born Hans that joined us were never fully trusted and were forced to perform the bulk of the executions and brutal occupation work. That quickly separated those committed to the Han master race and those who joined out of fear for their own skins."
"What happened to those traitors?"
"I would happen. [He smiles and licks his teeth] We STF took pride in our torture techniques and I developed a signature execution that earned me the nickname "chest buster" within my unit. I would take my prey, torture them with the usual assortment of instruments like drills, razors, electrical wires, blow torches, and hammers. I was careful not to kill them and after I had my prey begging for death I would stick the prey full of Purtexall, you know that wonder drug that makes you numb, alert and temporarily oxygenates your blood. You had to be careful with Purtexall since just a few milliliters too much and you'd kill the prey. Fortunately before I was STF, I was a combat medic, so I had experience in this sort of thing. After the Purtexall took hold I would use a light saw to cut through my prey's ribcage and in one swift motion I would remove its ribcage and reach in and cut out its still beating heart. The Purtexall would numb the pain so the prey wouldn't pass out from the pain, the Purtexall would make the prey hyperalert so they couldn't pass out from shock, and best of all the Purtexall would oxygenate the prey's blood so it could go without a heart for nearly four minutes. The only thing I had to worry about was blood loss, but a light saw cauterized as it cut. So no big deal. This technique took about thirty cockroaches and roachborns before I perfected it.
Initially I would show my prey its beating heart and smash it under my boot, but as I got better and started to do it in public executions I started to really have fun with it. I remember one time in front of a whole crowd of cockroaches[He smiles in child-like glee] that I took the heart, and I don't know why I did this, but I took a huge bite out of the beating heart. Blood filled my mouth and I spitted it at the crowd of cockroaches. It scared them shitless. [He laughs loudly] From that moment on I was hooked on the taste of human flesh, it was real meat and it was delicious. [I look away trying to hide my disgust] Don't you fucking do that! Newsflash you whore, EVERYONE ate human meat in the war. I started earlier then most, but with no food and no livestock we had to survive. It's a dirty little secret isn't it? How come the history books never mention it? There's so much about that time the fucking roaches of today do not know about."
"Like what? What else has been kept secret?"
"Wouldn't you like to know. All of this shit [He points towards the ceiling of his cell], this united bullshit of Earth is a fucking house of cards built on lies. One has to just kick it in and the whole damn thing will come crashing down."
"What do you have against the United Systems?"
"The roaches have taken over, they tried to tame me and make me one of them, but they could not. I refuse to be one of them."
"Tame you how?"
"I was captured at Xi'an and when the war ended instead of killing me the roach king De-Tierra gave me a place in his world army. It was good. I got to continue squishing roaches and I had plenty of man flesh. When the roach king fell from power I was placed in the U.S. Colonial Marines as a Two Percenter. They expected me to die there, on some alien world, but I didn't. I fought in dozens of wars and killed all sorts of aliens, but I missed killing actual human beings. It's not the same killing aliens. Aliens are rarely anything like humans, some don't have fear of death, some don't feel pain, some don't even beg or cry. I couldn't stand it. In my time in the Marines I never even got a chance to kill any secessionist roaches, oh yes, there are secessionists out there who don't want to be a part of this bullshit government and we're killing them in droves. [The MP's raise their pistols again towards him. The MP behind him gives them the 'stop' hand signal and they lower their pistols] Well, I was relieved in 2210 and sent to Mother China, but China was no longer the same. It had lost its way, it was infested with roaches and it had the stink of mixed blood. I was given a decent security job and I could have lived on my pension, but I had other plans."
"Those plans, that's what got you here?"
"I'm here because they are afraid of me [He gives the closest MP a hard stare, the MP becomes clearly unnerved by the stare], they won't kill me either because they still need killers like me. They need me to do their dirty work. This new society pretends that mankind is one, that men killing men is a thing of the past, but I know the truth."
"What truth?"
"Men are killers, they crave blood and conquest. Mankind has spread death across the cosmos and killed off dozens of alien species. I won't be long before men turn on themselves again. When that time comes I will be ready [He leans forward in his seat with a devilish smile. His eyes seems to glow red with the dim light] and Mankind will burn again against the fires of war. There are enough of us to ensure that there will be no second chance for the roaches, there will be no rising from the ashes like the last time. Every fucking roach will die. None will be spared. Even you." [He glares at me and bares his teeth]
" I don't understand."
"You don't have to, but the universe will burn. I promise you that." [He suddenly springs from his seat, flips the table onto the two MP's behind me. One of the MP's responds by firing his pistol at him, but the bullets hit the third MP and kills him. Liu approaches the two MP's with a pistol in one hand and the body of the dead MP in the other. Holding the dead MP up as a shield. Liu shoots the MP who shot at him before and the remaining MP hesitates to shoot the prisoner. Liu tosses the body and pistol aside and pounces on the remaining MP. He pins him down, removes his helmet and bites his nose right off. Liu goes in for another chuck and slurps up an eyeball off the face of the screaming MP. Liu continues feasting on the MP's face until he dies. I remain motionless in my seat as he approaches me completely covered in blood. Liu removes his bloodied jumpsuit and tosses it to the ground. Revealing his heavily tattooed and scarred body]
"Please don't rape or kill me."
[He laughs out loud. Blood spitting out from his mouth as he laughs] "I certainly thought of it. You may be a roachborn whore, but your still a Han. Get the fuck out of here before I change my mind." [He hands me the MP's key card and he turns around. Liu jumps on another dead MP and begins chomping off parts of his face. I swipe the card and run out of the room into the arms of a SWAT officer. The other SWAT members toss in a grenade and storm the room. They rush me down the corridor and up the elevator without knowing what became of prisoner Liu]
Prisoner H67631E001
Name: Liu, Han
DOB: 16092039
POB: Wuhan, People's Republic of China, Earth [Sol]
MILHIS: PLA 2057-2077, USEA 2078-2119, USCM 2119-2210
CRIHIS:
48 counts of Murder-Death-Kill
44 counts of Cannibalism
22 counts of Rape
1 count of Attempted Murder
Sentence: Life, Solitary Confinement
"What truth?"
"Men are killers, they crave blood and conquest. Mankind has spread death across the cosmos and killed off dozens of alien species. I won't be long before men turn on themselves again. When that time comes I will be ready [He leans forward in his seat with a devilish smile. His eyes seems to glow red with the dim light] and Mankind will burn again against the fires of war. There are enough of us to ensure that there will be no second chance for the roaches, there will be no rising from the ashes like the last time. Every fucking roach will die. None will be spared. Even you." [He glares at me and bares his teeth]
" I don't understand."
"You don't have to, but the universe will burn. I promise you that." [He suddenly springs from his seat, flips the table onto the two MP's behind me. One of the MP's responds by firing his pistol at him, but the bullets hit the third MP and kills him. Liu approaches the two MP's with a pistol in one hand and the body of the dead MP in the other. Holding the dead MP up as a shield. Liu shoots the MP who shot at him before and the remaining MP hesitates to shoot the prisoner. Liu tosses the body and pistol aside and pounces on the remaining MP. He pins him down, removes his helmet and bites his nose right off. Liu goes in for another chuck and slurps up an eyeball off the face of the screaming MP. Liu continues feasting on the MP's face until he dies. I remain motionless in my seat as he approaches me completely covered in blood. Liu removes his bloodied jumpsuit and tosses it to the ground. Revealing his heavily tattooed and scarred body]
"Please don't rape or kill me."
[He laughs out loud. Blood spitting out from his mouth as he laughs] "I certainly thought of it. You may be a roachborn whore, but your still a Han. Get the fuck out of here before I change my mind." [He hands me the MP's key card and he turns around. Liu jumps on another dead MP and begins chomping off parts of his face. I swipe the card and run out of the room into the arms of a SWAT officer. The other SWAT members toss in a grenade and storm the room. They rush me down the corridor and up the elevator without knowing what became of prisoner Liu]
Prisoner H67631E001
Name: Liu, Han
DOB: 16092039
POB: Wuhan, People's Republic of China, Earth [Sol]
MILHIS: PLA 2057-2077, USEA 2078-2119, USCM 2119-2210
CRIHIS:
48 counts of Murder-Death-Kill
44 counts of Cannibalism
22 counts of Rape
1 count of Attempted Murder
Sentence: Life, Solitary Confinement
SC: The Monster of Wuhan
Mon, 10th January, 2011
A former PLA recalls his glory days during WW3 and fails to adjust to the new society built after the Third Human Civil War. Comments are greatly appreciated.