Insanity Symptoms --- Bonus Chapter/Chapter 4.5 --- Initiation
I've seen so much...
Don't you think I've suffered enough?
This chapter is a short one focusing on the Fem! Countries, namely Louise in this chapter (I call her that, to some of you, she may be Monika or whatever, but I call Fem!Germany Louise. Deal with it),
Hey guys! I suppose you thought this was discontinued...Well, surprise motherfuckers, because it ain'!
I found an awesome song by the name of, 'Initiation' by an awesome band called 'Crown The Empire'
Listen to that whilst you're reading; It adds to the atmosphere, plus, you'll see the inspiration it gave me.
This chapter is mostly based back on earth, separate from our little tortured babies back in Avalon.
ENJOY THE CHAOS, FREAKS!!!
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Earth, Germany, year 7666, October 27th.
Planetary state: Ruin
The dry, grey mixture of dust and ash that covered the ground in a thick layer was scraped out of shape by the marks of thousands of pairs of heavy-duty combat boots and the grooves and contours of human corpses. Once, this was a capital city, with grand architecture and towering golden gates, and a city adorned with lights and a sense of pride. Louise had once walked those streets, back straight, stood at her full height, a smirk decorating her face as she admired her work. It was something that she was immensely proud to call her country.
But that was a whole year ago.
Now, what she had once called her flesh and blood, was a barren wasteland littered by only smashed glass and bodies, blood streaking the walls and floors of every building. The city was drained of the life and happiness it had once beheld, and she could have cried for it, even though she knew that her tears wouldn't make anything grow as they splattered into the dirt, and they wouldn't wash away the blood that stained her hands.
The woman let out a quiet grunt as she dragged her face out of the ash, and shook her head, ridding her hair and eyes of dust. What once looked like a proud girl with golden hair and azure eyes, was now a broken, crippled child, her hair more dull sand yellow than golden, her eyes a faded shade of grey, just like her country. Grey and red. Her skin was mostly red; stained with now dry life blood. It had been mere days since the 'Resistance'. This was basically what had finished the country off, really; since her male counterpart had left for Avalon, the country had took the idea of a female leader a little harshly, and huge arguments had broken out. Soon, war wracked the nation, civil disagreements finishing off most of the broken, weak citizens. That was when the remnants of France and Austria had joined in, hoping in vain to die with at least loyal honour. Louise had not been lucky enough to die. When the war broke out, Germany decided that it was a country again, forgot it's arguments, and joined together against Austria and France. Why had Austria turned against them? They blamed Germany and the Axis for Contrito, apparently, and they had 'never been part of the Axis Powers'.
"Fucking liars..." Louise spat as she sat up and observed the remains of the once towering buildings. The recollections of events reeled through her brain at rapid rates, making her head ache.
She had promised herself that she wouldn't fight in that war, and when she joined the 'Initiation', the new army, she had promised herself that she wouldn't try. But the sudden faith and pride of her country had in her had overpowered her selfish desires to die; she couldn't leave them, somehow...They had left her, but after you'd seen a mother and her child be shot and eaten by an insane psychopath of an Austrian runaway (who later threw himself off what remained of the gates), it was a wonder that she felt anything at all. The initiation was a brutal training course, in which people were reformed. What little food and water was left in Germany was put into that programme, in vain hope to keep at least half the cadets alive. Louise was apparently the leader of the organisation, much to her despair, and had almost given up when she watched her sister be killed by a 14 year old boy for a bottle of water; that was their motivation, life. To find the strongest of the group, they were basically released upon something stupid, like water or food, something they needed, and basically beat each other to death to get it, to survive another day.
They were trying to scrape together a small perfection.
Something that they all knew they couldn't be.
Someone had tried to do that once, and Louise didn't want to be associated with leading something with the same intentions.
After a few months of the torture, a mechanical voice had cascaded through the rotting walls of the centre: "Warning, this is not a drill, I will repeat, this is not a drill", the warning was followed up by the sounds of bullets shattering glass, and French cursing echoing along the walls. A child screamed for her mother as someone dragged her away from the sudden brawl, which was now a mix of French swearing and German yelling. Nothing said or done that day was worth the bloodshed. A pained scream cut through the yells as the child realised that her mother was the woman with the semi-automatic machine gun who was now climbing atop the roof, releasing showers of bullets and smashing out the brains of what she assumed were French army members. Not that it mattered who they were.
This was her call to arms.
It was stupid, but war was war, when Louise thought of it simply: It didn't matter what for anymore. She needed to die. And she was going to die clad in a green military uniform with the black, red and gold of her flag on her arms.
Louise realised that she had no other choice then as she grasped a random weapon from the firearms category, and leaped up onto the highest platform she could find: a laboratory style table, and she screamed, punching the air above her,
"Feuer Frei!". Open fire.
They'd opened fire, alright, and what followed could only be described as two things: An omnibus of brutal killing sprees, or a more simple variation of the phrase known simply as; war.
Now, she was still alive. She was Goddamned alive. Why couldn't it be the end? She didn't want to die angry, but it was hard now, after what she once described as her 'Partner' had abandoned her with no words. Louise and Ireland had known each other well; they were good friends, but still, did he have to leave because 'Ireland and Italy are going'?
What about her?
She pretended she didn't need him, but truly, she didn't know what lonely was until he left her that day.
"It's your fault...You should see this place, Ludwig, you should see it now!!" she screamed to no-one in particular. The person mentioned couldn't hear her, she knew that, but if he was in the heaven that was named Avalon right now, and that was just a tunnel underground, she was going to try:
"Fucking bastard!! This is YOUR fault, you freak!" she wailed, fighting tears in her eyes.
"Julchen is dead, I want to be DEAD, like MY country! This place isn't yours anymore, you hear? IT WILL NEVER BE YOURS AGAIN!"
She stopped to breath, and grabbed the closest 'weapon', which was apparently a chunk of concrete, and she launched it into no apparent target.
"ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING?!?!" Louise demanded, looking around as though the person that she was screaming cruel abuse at was going to walk up behind her for no reason. Nothing was for a reason anymore.
'Take my broken wings, it will help me out,
Shred out my heart, you can help rip it out...'
She remembered those words, the words that Russia had announced with no explanation after the 'Chosen' Countries had left for Avalon. When he shut the portal off, and Louise had wondered what it meant, but now, she got it.
This needed to end.
She needed to realise that she had a limit.
She was as broken as her country, and she sneered then; she had one final word for the world, one last sentence:
"I'm Germany. ME. ME AND ONLY ME"
With that, Louise staggered across the earth several metres, until she reached the huge cliff that had once been part of Berlin, and what was now a huge gap in the country that was slowly filling with water from the slowly rising oceans. It had been blown out by several meteors shortly after Contrito had begun. The cracks that it had caused had literally split Germany apart, so it was more a border than anything else, but it was referred to simply as, 'The Hole', when anyone was alive to talk about it. The huge crater looked to be about 20 stories deep, and twice as wide in circumference. With a smirk, Louise took a few steps back, and took what she wanted to be the fastest sprint in her life to the edge of the crater, and she jumped.
No second thoughts.
Just a sickening crack that no one heard.
Half of her partner died that day.