So You Want To Learn How to Kill People? Lesson 1

[Phae]

The door opened and soon there was a rush of people if that's what you could call them. They were all nuts apparently but who could blame them. They had been taken from their prisons and forced to come here under some physcopaths rule telling them to kill a student no less. All these children most likely reminded them of ones they had left behind or friends they had played with when they were young. She was sure that every one of these people here and it looked like they were all men .. had seen someone that looked like one of the students before. This was not just a test on magical prowess and how to deal in a situation when the odds are stacked against you but for the criminals as well. Could they.. would they do anything to be free. Honestly to Phae it seemed that the man had gone in and found those already too desperate to put up much of a fight. While she looked around at the other students being attacked by the criminals all she could think of was that they wanted to die. It seemed to her that they were just looking for a way out. Not to kill a student but to go down fighting in an honorable fashion .. as honorable as it was going to get once you were put into prision.

A man fell to his knees in front of her and Phae's attention was on him suddenly. Why did he look so damn familiar? Oh no.. it couldn't be. Mr..Mr. Guttenberg... oh no that's just.. wrong! He began to speak and Phae just stood there frozen in time. She couldn't move... she couldn't blink... hell she couldn't even think. She just stared as he recalled that she looked like certain aspecs of her mother and father. Oh Lord in Heaven .. why? She silently prayed for the forgiveness she would need for the upcoming events. For she may not be the most religious girl but she knew that killing was a sin and yet she would have to in order to stay alive. But it seemed that Mr. Guttenberg was not going to let the mob of maniacs control what side he fought for. No he was going to fight with her and she was glad to have him with her. As long as he actually knew how to fight. As far back as she could remember he had been a simple farmer with a kind heart. Always giving her and Phoebe candy when he went to her father's office even if they weren't there he sent it home for them. Their family had once vacationed out on his land as it was immense at that time. Suddenly things.. no body parts of.. something or other fell from the sky above and Phae cringed as suddenly she was shoved out of the way. Mr. Guttenberg stood in front of her protecting her but she was no weakling. She hated it here and if fighting would get her out of this hell hole any faster she was prepared to cut the monster down himself.

She was prepared to fight and if she had Guttenberg beside her.... wait where the hell did he go. Shouting in German behind her made her turn her attention to where Guttenberg was now stabbing a man with a chain saw in his hands no less. She watched as she walked over to them her sword flaming of course as the mana coursed through her body keeping the blade going. Inferno was her strongest spell, her first spell, and her most used spell. The man dropped his chain saw and she had to smile. Weaknesses. She had been trained to spot weaknesses. And that was about as weak as it got losing your only weapon. But before she had a chance to act on the weakness she was surrounded. Corned by seven perverted kamakazi rapists. She sighed and shook her head but right now she was pissed. She was also in the zone. She was ready to do this. The men came to her slowly each one with their pants pooling around their ankles their 'swords' errect. Easy targets. Every male in the room was about to cringe but damnit she was pissed. Not only were they trying to kill a former friend of her families but they were trying to kill the young kid and that wasn't going to fly with this girl. She had not wanted to kill but this was a class to learn how and damnit she was going to pass.

Her blade was still flaming as she stepped forward two steps meeting her attackers head on. No she wouldn't shy away from this battle she was too far gone. She would be a sinner but she would survive. She waited patiently her eyes on fire as she watched them approach waiting for the most opportune moment. Closer. Closer their hungry gazes began to make her feel dirty but they were so much closer and suddenly. She used the heal of her shoe to support her weight as from the right to the left using her flaming blade she spun..

SLICE .. SLICE... SLICE.. SLICE.. SLICE.. SLICE.. SLICE..

PLOP.. PLOP.. PLOP..PLOP..PLOP..PLOP..PLOP..

Each penis fell from their bodies on the ground the skin already seared where her blade had passed as the flames licked at the skin while cutting. She watched all seven pause in horror as their 'swords' were suddenly gone. The smell of burnt flesh rose in the air and once again she was glad she had eaten nothing this morning. Still pissed as they continued coming for her again she was unsure what exactly they wanted to attack her with but she wasn't going to wait to find out.

STAB

Right through the heart. Quick death for the center most man in the group. He fell in a bleeding puddle on the floor as she pulled her sword out of him and arched back and swung back handed as she decapitated the one to his right the blood spraying over her as she winced but didn't stop momentum as the man the last man on the right was now too decapitated in one fell swoop. Blood pooled on the ground and seared flesh scent filled her nostrils as she turned and lost the nothingness that was in her stomach. She was swearing then and now that she would never eat meat so long as she lived. She was German she could live on potatoes..right? Just the thought of food made her stomach heave again a she felt one of the men grab her hair and tug. She growled and not even turning she positioned her blade so it went underneath her arm just away from her waist and slid back right into the gut of the man touching her. She shivered as she spun bringing the blade around with her slicing him open from navel to side as he fell disemboweled at her feet she stepped over him too far gone to even think as three remained.

She took a deep breath through her mouth the stentch of blood and flesh was too much right now. She grinned evily at the three remaining death wishers and watched as they stood there seemingly in shock that one thin redheaded girl could take out so many. But she was trained and she was pissed. Two things that were not a good mixture. She looked at them with the cold and distant eyes that only one that had seen her in her deepest depression one..Winters and Xeryth.. would ever recognize.

STAB

Center man went down again with another heart wound she pulled her blood covered fire covered blade out of him once more and slice to the right disembowling the man on the right spinning on her heal she brought the blade higher and decapitated the man that had been on the left. Blood covered the girl now she didn't care. She was already dirty. Already too far gone. She had killed for the first time in her life and she felt like shit.

Her eyes lit up at chainsaw man and she saw Guttenberg and another man exhange punches. Not only now was her friend in danger but so too was the young boy and that was not something that this Phae was going to let slide. Seven.. seven men that could have lived had Der Idiotmeister not been hired. Seven men that she wouldn't have to dream about every night. Seven men that could have been living still. But no.. she had been forced to kill and this was what they had brought her too. She walked in a deliberate pace. Right up to the back of the chainsaw man and STAB right through the back just underneath his ribcage where he was soft and easy to slice because that bastard deserved it. TWIST the blade turned in the open wound the blood pouring out faster as she SLICED out of his body with her blade leaving a gaping wound before STAB once again in the same open wound as before and TWIST once more and then SLICE the opposite direction effectively cutting him in half. Quick was the whole action sneaking up behind him where she was not seen and taken care of him quickly. But she was too late. Guttenberg looked dead he was limp on the floor and she could not see his chest moving.

Tears fell from her eyes as she began to tremble visibly. Not from fatigue but from the horrors. From having to kill. But the boy was safe. She was covered in blood the only clear marks on her face were made by her own tears. Trembling still as she looked to the boy and touched his shoulder gently.

"You okay?" she asked and took her hand away.

She turned around to face the room again ready for more. She could take them if they came anywhere near her she would take them out because that was what she was here to do and what was one more? Honestly she had killed now seven.. no eight men. Eight men perhaps nine if you counted Guttenberg because she had technically killed him. She had not gotten there in time. DAMNIT!! Fire flared from her eyes as a groupie walked past her and with a quick movement his head fell to the floor the fountain of red exlixir springing forth from his severed neck in a shower spraying her even more as she closed her eyes for a moment as the man fell. Ten.. ten men down. Ten men that could no longer hurt anyone. Her eyes opened once again and she pushed mana into her blade the flame flaring up as she eyed the people around her. She was ready for the next man.


Phae kills eight men.
ChainSawMan dead(?)
Guttenberg dead (?)

[The Helper]

The Slaughter Continues...

To say the least, the men were growing frightened. Their leader managed to turn to the left, a bit, managing to run away, but, he was wounded severally. Suddenly, one of the eyes came, bugs flying up from underneath him, the leader screaming, slamming his body into one of the eyes, his body suddenly covered with bugs, and then, they all fell away, revealing nothing, falling back into the pits below. The prisoners were terrified, backing away from the boy, backing away from the traitors.. Their numbers had dwindled dramatically, the students seeming to have God-like powers.. to them, at least. There was only 53 prisoners left. Guttenberg rose back, coughing up a bit of blood, suddenly popping up beside Phae.. "... This be my end, Miss Weiss.. 'twas good ta' see ya again. Erzählen Sie meine Ehefrau, dass ich sie geliebt habe!"

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"... Oh... yes... the summoning is almost complete.. they are such good feeders. Though, I'm afraid it may be too much for them. Such prisoners.. all sentenced to death or life... hahahahaha... such welcome cannon fodder for these students.. the spirits are angry. The drums are still playing... but no soul that dies here shall ever escape from the beast. Not unless... 'they' can get past the first class.. ya?"

Laughing was heard, overhead on the rafters. It was true. For every person that was killed, more of the Germanic runes that outlined the walls began to glow. So truly... so truly, what they were doing... an evil wind cast off overhead. Blasting through the airs.

And yet, he laughed. The monster below.. suddenly roared.. IT ROARED.

THE TEETH VISIBLE AT ALL THE EDGES, AS THE MONSTER ROARED, BLOOD FLYING UP, THE FLESH CONSUMING BUGS, DEAD AND ALIVE, THROWN UP IN THE AIR, BEFORE CRASHING DOWN, SPLASHING EVERYONE IN A WAVE OF BLOOD...

Men were thrown to the ground.. staring around.. their whole bodies just completely soaked. It was pathetic. They were men, but, they all knew now, they were going to die. Too late to betray, they were the betrayed. Although, the fates of those who were still there...

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Yet, the hippy took no notice, kept on dancing around Onira.. despite the fact that blood was all over him. Too high. How much had he smoked? But truly.. how did he get a life sentence? Questions remained.. probably never to be answered.. but, for this poor old chap... he destroyed many lives. In his last attempt, as the FBI were closing in on him, he blew up all the chemicals in his house. To this day.. which is why he dances, he's still in a high that he can't come down from. A true Heaven in Hell..

.. That is the story of the 'hippy'.. but... it's a story that died, long ago.

[Onira]

Onira, somewhere deep in his mind, was happy with the turn of events. Not with the puppy being bitten or the blood being sprayed or with the call of hell. Those things were just depressing. However, he was happy to feel Phae clutch his hand, and his arm, and himself. He felt good being useful to her, even if he couldn't bring her out of the gory event they had all found themselves in. At least he could remain a bit of a help.

He listened to Phae's somewhat more courageous and confident voice, hearing her say she would fight but not kill. Inside however, he knew that wasn't a choice she could make. Although one wouldn't guess it from Onira's attitude, his outlook on life was very real. Sure, he'd prefer if the world were better. If crime and sin and all of the bad stuff didn't exist. But, he accepted that everything was the way it was. He would like to tell sweet lies in the dark situations, and if it helped, then he would. However, if it came to the comforting lies in the mists of death than the awful truth, he would take the latter.

He looked around the room slowly, hearing Der Metzgermeister's roar of the end. Already self-confidence told Onira that such a situation would not be placed upon anyone in this room. One would make sure of that. However, he didn't have much time to run many plans through his head, none being allowed to be heard over the woman's cries of the head statue. It was not a very satisfying sound, to say the least. But Onira accepted it, soon to hear the laughter of Der Metzgermeister paired with drums of six statues. One had to ask himself. What was this place?

Onira's eyes rotated to see Der Metsgermeister heave himself up three stories. He wouldn't call the man a teacher. Not for the life of him. Maybe, in the end, the class would provide the students with an invaluable lesson. however, he would never be thanked. Not when he had cause possible madness towards the students, and especially if it was Phae. Onira took the world the way it was, but he also knew his bounds and his loyalties. Some things could just not be accepted.

He felt the chilling winds come up against his skin, his clothes seeming to have no affect against this cold. However, one didn't have long to contemplate the black wind. Too quickly appeared an army infront of the class, all apparently old, dead, and possible soldiers. They posessed an eerie smile with them, as well as penetrating eyes. but, even so, they seemed almost scared of the transforming walls around them. One asked himself again. What was this place?

The eyes of the walls stared at them, Onira hearing a frightening yet later-to-be welcoming sound beneath the group. A tongue, rubbing itself against the grated floor, quickly paired with gnashing teeth. It seemed something was hungry. And not too happy to see the company. Or very happy. It was kind of hard to tell.

The surrounding echoes of terrible voices came from everywhere, yet if one judged by eyes, the source appeared to be the dead (possibly undead) specters in-front of them. Scientific curiosity, for once, was taking a back seat in Onira's mind. He knew many things, yet instincts had a way to sort of by-pass one's knowledge. Well, as much knowledge as Onira posessed.

It was not too soon before one witnessed the somewhat unsettling amount of blood, flesh, muscle, and... other thing. None of them were a satisfying sight, but Onira remained away from being queezy. After all, he was supposed to be comforting Phae. It seemed, however, that when the drama stopped, a new sound erupted, and Phae was fairly quick to change. The many trapped soldiers, attackers, or significant others (as the case would be with numerous students) exited their former cage. One could smell, as well as see that what they had been in was in-fact a cage. It turned it's captives into animals. Of course, one couldn't blame them. What they were doing now probably wasn't half as bad as being in there.

Drama quickly regained itself as the captives charged out, many becoming targets, being reunited with people from their past, or just plain fighting the new group. Seemed like a good plan. One Onira would be sure to join. However, something caught his eye. Phae.

"..."

He stared with a total look of surprise on his face. It wasn't the one who had just joined Phae, but what she did. She almost looked... psycho! She had gone completely awol, almost forcing Onira to crab his testicles for a minute. He was about ready to bow down in fear before noticing the hippy who had apparently been there for quite a while. The guy made the situation seem at least a little brighter. And he kept the captives from attacking.

Onira looked around, seeing where he could help out. For the time, it looked like Phae could handle her own. Quickly his eyes came to the boy with brown hair. He seemed almost drenched in blood, a very sharp wooden stick in one hand, and a sword through his chest. Not good. But, at least he was trying to hold back the entering forces. And doing pretty well. But, he needed help. Onira could do that.

He placed a palm against one of the grate's connections. His tattoo seemed to do it's job well. Instantly the floor at the entrance folded upward, leaving about a three foot gap between the captives and the classroom. If not to make matters worse, there was a three foot grated wall at the edge of the jump with spikes at the rim, meaning if one tried to step to get over, they'd probably get their foot skewered. Onira figured that would hold them for the time. Of course, most of them were nto still in the cage. They were fighting. Or dead.

He stood back up from his previous crouching position, his spear now standing itself at it's side. He instantly sprinted across, driving the end of his weapon into the chest of an oblivious-looking prisoner. He fell to the floor, Onira making sure not to slow down. He picked the spear out of the now dead man, spinning it around to lob off the head of another fairly startled man. His momentum continued, one spinning the back end of the weapon towards the gut of the third victim. Or so he hoped. This time, the one he fought wasn't quite so oblivious. He quickly caught the blunt of the spear, twising it to one side and throwing Onira to the floor. The now weaponless boy looked up, laying on his front. He felt kind of sorry he had gone down so quickly. He was hoping to do more damage.

The prisoner, now with a smirk on his face, raised the spear above his head. A mistake, it would seem. Onira knew one did not raise a spear for a vertical stab. He had left himself fully exposed. And Onira would make sure to make him regret it.

He kicked the prisoner in the gut with a nice strike. He did it again, then again, on the fourth picking himself up and pushing against the tipsy-looking attacker's stomach. The man fell to the floor with a hard smack, the weapon rolling away. That didn't matter. Onira was already laying it down.

He had himself sitting upon the man's chest, smacking him continuously along the jaw. Truth be told, Onira wasn't particularly strong. However, the jaw was a hard place to recover from, especially when you were getting smacked around without stop.

He beat the man, possibly to death, until his knuckles were raw and blood was spattered along his shirt. When that was done, he wasted no time somersaulting to his weapon and beginning again. Quickly he brought the plade into another one's chest, pushing the body off. Seemingly as soon as the dead man hit the floor, the class was bathed in blood. This creature was getting riled up. Not good.

Onira quickly drove the tip into another one's skull before going through with his somewhat short plan. He placed his hand at the blunt end of the spear, twisting his body around in a rapid pace and letting the weapon fly. It cut through the hippy like butter. But, that was not the plan. As well as driving easily through the hippy, it embedded most of itself into the fleshy wall, making the beast scream in agony. He had noticed the runes only a moment before, but one could already tell that was bad news. Onira hoped that by making the beast bleed he could weaken it and maybe stop whatever it was that was going on. However, there was a consequence to that action.

A swift fist hit Onira square in the gut, knocking him back a slight bit and forcing him to his knees. Another strike smacked against his right temple, sharp pain zinging through his body as he layed against the grated floor. He no longer had a weapon, which as it seemed, was costing him at the moment.

He looked up at the attacker, trying to kick him in the gut, but easily being blocked. So, he tried the next best thing. He raised his foot upwards at maximum velocity, a painful crunch! sounding through the room. There went the prisoner's balls.

"Sorry, dude. Got too much to do right now."

He quickly transmuted a small knife out of the floor, picking it up and taking it to his next attack. He sprinted off of the floor to the other side of the room, leaping at the last moment to gain momentum. His knife sailed through the wind, gripped in his hand tightly. It penetrated into one of the eyes on the wall, Onira giving a somewhat angry and wild yell as it did. He withdrew it swiftly, driving it once again into the eye. He left it there this time, withdrawing the spear that was now next to him. As soon as he had it, he drove into the wall again, trying to do as much damage as he could. He wanted to end this. Quickly.

7 killed!

OOC: Woohoo! Longest post ever!

[The Watcher]

((OOC: I'm stepping in for Helper, so I hope this is good for you guys. Just wanna help get the class moving again))

Craziness

46 Prisoners Remain

"We are young! Love is a battlefield!!! I'm feelin' the love man!!!! I'm feelin' right grooov...."

Cut off by the blade slicing through his soft underbelly. He only had a chance to look down as his lower intestines poured out of the slit in his stomach and plopped with disgusting sounds to the floor beneath him.

The wall screamed as the eye was stabbed. But one of many would not truly harm the whole. The mouth screamed but only until it was sated by eating more and more! Greedy and ravenous was the monster and all it wanted was more.


****

The air was filled with the glorious tension. Killing and blood-blood and killing such a truly beautiful masterpiece. Never, in all his years had something called to his soul like the blood of these foolish victims. How naive these pititful humans were.

The sickening laugh echoes from the rafters. How sweet the scent of this dirty blood was! Taking a deep breath he smirked. His poleaxe rammed into a pair of bloody and rotting caruses he had found dead. A male and female died holding each other. Most would find that cute yet no, it was disgusting and they deserved no peace. Such a bother to have had to replace them yet now as the rotting flesh and blood fell down on the worthless lives below, it seemed perfect. Kill.. KILL my little students.

*****

Madelyn's uncle stood there cleaver poised to strike pistol poised to shoot. He was ready to take the little bitch and her .. toy out in one smooth move. Grinning he cracked the joints in his neck.

"The ONLY reason I kept you was for the money!! You never did a thing but cry! You worthless no good excuse for a BITCH!!"

Swinging the cleaver he missed losing his balance as the flesh from the ceiling rained down on them. With his finger on the trigger he pulled out of instinct and surprise the bullet whizzing past Madelyn grazing her thigh.

"Next time I won't miss!!" He aimed once more at Jonathan with an evil grin.

[madelyn]

Allready the room was in chaos. People having been made to face their own personal demons. From the past, they haunted, and yet it seemed that the teacher had gone and found them all to bring them here only to torture the students further. Madelyn, had lived through much in her life and she felt that she was maybe more prepared than some of the others..

That voice. She heard it bellowing across the room and her eyes opened wide her head shot up. Those violet blue eyes that Jonathan loved so very much were now wide with the fear he had never seen in her eyes. Immediatly feelings and thoughts flooded her mind and she tried to fight them back. Yet, they were coming no matter how hard she fought them.

****

The television was on in the other room. The volume raised abnormally high but that was the way her uncle liked it. Uncle Barn had taken her in some time ago, years past, but they seemed like an eternity. She would have long ago lost count of the years if it wasn't for her birthdays he insisted on beating her unconscious. 'Happy Birthday' he would say when he would enter her room.

Girls on tv got birthdays with balloons and parties, friends and cake. Madelyn got none of these things. No one knew that her Uncle had a charge much less what happened to the girl. The farm was out of the way and she had learned long ago that any noises made when someone visited resulted in an emergency room visit and some lame excuse. Or the whip if he wanted to go through the trouble of dragging her to the shed and chaining her down.

It was such a morning as this that the door to her small closet room flew open. The blonde girl lay on the floor curled up in the small rags that were left of the palet she used to sleep on. Madelyn knew what day it was and she knew that she was in for the usual. Happy birthday, right?

"Get up you lazy bitch!" he screamed at her.

The overly thin blonde girl sat up. She had been ill for the last several days. Lack of food, sleep, and a clean environment had enabled her immune system to weaken and she had been with a cold for a week now. She didn't speak but probably couldn't if she tried as badly as her throat burned from the illness. Madelyn stood. Shivering not from cold in the summer heat but from fever her Uncle grabbed her wrist harshly and began dragging her out of the house.

She didn't fight. She couldn't have even if she was well. But sick she was defenseless. Her eyes were already trying to close but he would jerk her awake. He knew she was sick but he didn't care. If she died it would be less problems if she lived he'd keep her quiet as always.

The shed door opened and she winced almost but she knew that to do that would only provoke her uncle. She was good at not showing her emotions anymore. In the shed he threw her before quickly chaining her to the floor. She wouldn't be going anywhere now. The sound of him taking on of his lashes off the wall was the last thing she heard before the lashes began...

***

Brought back out of her revery by stinging pain in her leg she saw how close she had come to losing the love of her life. She did yelp when the pain came but that was all. She narrowed her eyes at him despite what he said. She had not only grown stronger with Jonathan but she had something to protective over. And he was endanger once more.

That would not happen. Life was too short as it was and there had already been sixteen years without him she would not lose him to her uncle who had never allowed her to live in the first place. Lifting her flute to her lips she first began to play her first song.

Ghost.

The song would play her eyes on her uncle and his gun. The hardened balls of air she aimed at the gun and his arm knocking his aim off despite the pain throbbing in her leg. His gun would now point at the wall six feet to the left of them. She immediatly broke into the next song.

Constriction

This song was a looping song. One that would break the spell should she stop playing it. But she played it at her uncle and it would hold him in place. Unable to move he would be able to see and feel everything but as long as the girl played non stop he wouldn't move.

-My love, I cannot kill nor injure because I'm for support only, if you can please, please help me.-

She spoke into his mind. A skill she had never used with him before because he was the only one that had ever heard her speak period in real life. Yet, she could speak mentally if she so chose she just rarely did. She continued playing her music never missing or skipping a beat keeping her uncle locked in place.

[The Helper]

Ugh... I know when I'm WAAAY... overdue.

This is a wrap! You'll see Der Metzgermeister (hopefully) some other time (perhaps sooner then you think..)

+5 EXP to all participants, for sheer amazing amazingness of how little you've complained!