13-09-2019, 07:49 AM
Whatever Gets You through the Night Pt. 13
"They saved Hitler's cock. And stuffed it in Mengele's sock.
They saved Hitler's cock. Now it wants to talk!
Now it's starting to get hard! I found it in my backyard!
Every night it kills a dog! And now it walks the night in fog."
-Angry Samoans, "They Saved Hitler's Cock"
Lady Maria Louisa Francesca de San Finzione woke to the sounds of vomiting and gunfire. She'd gone to sleep to escape what sounded like a woman being gang-bangd outside and woken to chaos beyond the walls of the shack, unable to get past iron bars to see what was happening.
Her head immediately snapped toward the two of David Igazi's soldiers who'd had their AK-47s trained on her since Great-Grandmama had woken Maria from deep sleep. It was something La Contessa had used her powers to instill in the girl: To fall unconscious if she was taken against her will and remain so until Helena woke her. A precaution against kidnapping. Anyone who took her would find a letter about how to contact Contessa Helena de San Finzione with their demands and anyone who found her in that state to call for their reward. La Contessa would absolutely use The Thing to insure which. Nothing could be gained from harming Maria in that state. And banging her would gain them nothing but more of La Contessa's wrath. The letter made this plain as well. In all four languages of San Finzione plus Money.
The last thing she remembered before screaming at the men beating Stavro to stop was a bag going over her head before falling into pleasant dreams, so the suggestion did its job. When La Cont... no, she was Great-Grandmama now... when Great-Grandmama woke her, Maria learned that her kidnapping had been to lure La Contessa to Uongo and Igazi's camp for reasons she didn't know, but involved La Contessa's rumored ability to control minds. Maria knew this to be more than rumor. They'd taken everything from her; she didn't have her watch or phone to know the time and if the guards knew any of the languages Maria spoke, they didn't respond to her attempts to talk.
Now, she could see through the doorway out of the shack that had been converted into a prison cell that it was dark. And she could hear growing commotion outside. Her guards seemed content to remain at their post with their guns trained on her, ready to pull the triggers on David Igazi's order.
She huffed with the frustration of a princess awaiting rescue, because that's what she was. The frustration turned to shock when, over the panic, confusion, and gunfire getting louder, she thought she'd heard Igazi's voice shout "KILL THE," followed by two shotgun blasts.
Like her great-grandfather during The War, the Royal Bloodline was entirely down to Maria to one day rebuild. The guards hadn't heard the call over the shotgun blasts, but the sound of running footsteps told her that she wasn't going to do it. Great-Grandmama could carry on the Royal Line, but the last blood heir to the throne was about to die a captive princess. Only the knowledge that these were likely her final moments prevented Maria from laughing out loud.
The door opened. The bald Englishman entered.
"Oi, wankers!" Maria heard in the voice of the bald Englishman who'd brought her food and asked how she was doing earlier. She tried to ask him questions, but all he'd said was that it wasn't a good time. He'd seemed like a nice man, despite his appearance. Was he going to be the one who executed her? She'd figured the two men with the assault rifles would have the honor.
The Englishman pointed his large revolver at one of the two men. His call caused them to turn away from Maria and look at him. That gave the Englishman the half-second he needed to put a .44-round through each of their heads. Her squeal of surprise rather than delight was muted by the gunfire.
"Sorry I didn't have time to warn ya to look away, Your Princessness." Nigel Mander said as he stepped over to the guards' bodies and fished for the key to Maria's cell.
"What is happening?" She asked Mander, though she didn't know his name yet, so he was still The Englishman to her.
"Well, it's like this, Princessness." Mander explained as he unlocked her cell. "I got lofty goals, me. The kind a kid from the East End ain't ever gonna get by puttin' on a suit and kissin' arse up the corporate ladder." He opened the door and let Maria out as he began searching the guards again for a phone. He'd HAD La Contessa's satellite phone until she used her power to convince him to give it back. He'd planned to find a way to slip the phone to her so she could call the cavalry before she did so. Now he needed a second one with which to call the first to plead for his life. "I knew how to do bad things, so that's the way I've gone about it."
Mander motioned for Maria to stay where she was as he hid in a shadow. He knew that if he was seen from outside, the soldiers invading the compound would shoot him in an instant. He continued as he found a phone in one of the corpses' pockets.
"And I've done plenty OF those bad things, but none of 'em ever involved hurting innocent girls until I signed on with these rotten tossers. I've wanted out for a while now." He patted the jacket pocket with the letter. "Her Countessness gave me some words to think on and I've decided to take that 'smart choice' she's offered. You probably ain't seen me passing cigarettes round all day. I noticed the holes, figured she had a plan; decided to help."
"They saved Hitler's cock. And stuffed it in Mengele's sock.
They saved Hitler's cock. Now it wants to talk!
Now it's starting to get hard! I found it in my backyard!
Every night it kills a dog! And now it walks the night in fog."
-Angry Samoans, "They Saved Hitler's Cock"
Lady Maria Louisa Francesca de San Finzione woke to the sounds of vomiting and gunfire. She'd gone to sleep to escape what sounded like a woman being gang-bangd outside and woken to chaos beyond the walls of the shack, unable to get past iron bars to see what was happening.
Her head immediately snapped toward the two of David Igazi's soldiers who'd had their AK-47s trained on her since Great-Grandmama had woken Maria from deep sleep. It was something La Contessa had used her powers to instill in the girl: To fall unconscious if she was taken against her will and remain so until Helena woke her. A precaution against kidnapping. Anyone who took her would find a letter about how to contact Contessa Helena de San Finzione with their demands and anyone who found her in that state to call for their reward. La Contessa would absolutely use The Thing to insure which. Nothing could be gained from harming Maria in that state. And banging her would gain them nothing but more of La Contessa's wrath. The letter made this plain as well. In all four languages of San Finzione plus Money.
The last thing she remembered before screaming at the men beating Stavro to stop was a bag going over her head before falling into pleasant dreams, so the suggestion did its job. When La Cont... no, she was Great-Grandmama now... when Great-Grandmama woke her, Maria learned that her kidnapping had been to lure La Contessa to Uongo and Igazi's camp for reasons she didn't know, but involved La Contessa's rumored ability to control minds. Maria knew this to be more than rumor. They'd taken everything from her; she didn't have her watch or phone to know the time and if the guards knew any of the languages Maria spoke, they didn't respond to her attempts to talk.
Now, she could see through the doorway out of the shack that had been converted into a prison cell that it was dark. And she could hear growing commotion outside. Her guards seemed content to remain at their post with their guns trained on her, ready to pull the triggers on David Igazi's order.
She huffed with the frustration of a princess awaiting rescue, because that's what she was. The frustration turned to shock when, over the panic, confusion, and gunfire getting louder, she thought she'd heard Igazi's voice shout "KILL THE," followed by two shotgun blasts.
Like her great-grandfather during The War, the Royal Bloodline was entirely down to Maria to one day rebuild. The guards hadn't heard the call over the shotgun blasts, but the sound of running footsteps told her that she wasn't going to do it. Great-Grandmama could carry on the Royal Line, but the last blood heir to the throne was about to die a captive princess. Only the knowledge that these were likely her final moments prevented Maria from laughing out loud.
The door opened. The bald Englishman entered.
"Oi, wankers!" Maria heard in the voice of the bald Englishman who'd brought her food and asked how she was doing earlier. She tried to ask him questions, but all he'd said was that it wasn't a good time. He'd seemed like a nice man, despite his appearance. Was he going to be the one who executed her? She'd figured the two men with the assault rifles would have the honor.
The Englishman pointed his large revolver at one of the two men. His call caused them to turn away from Maria and look at him. That gave the Englishman the half-second he needed to put a .44-round through each of their heads. Her squeal of surprise rather than delight was muted by the gunfire.
"Sorry I didn't have time to warn ya to look away, Your Princessness." Nigel Mander said as he stepped over to the guards' bodies and fished for the key to Maria's cell.
"What is happening?" She asked Mander, though she didn't know his name yet, so he was still The Englishman to her.
"Well, it's like this, Princessness." Mander explained as he unlocked her cell. "I got lofty goals, me. The kind a kid from the East End ain't ever gonna get by puttin' on a suit and kissin' arse up the corporate ladder." He opened the door and let Maria out as he began searching the guards again for a phone. He'd HAD La Contessa's satellite phone until she used her power to convince him to give it back. He'd planned to find a way to slip the phone to her so she could call the cavalry before she did so. Now he needed a second one with which to call the first to plead for his life. "I knew how to do bad things, so that's the way I've gone about it."
Mander motioned for Maria to stay where she was as he hid in a shadow. He knew that if he was seen from outside, the soldiers invading the compound would shoot him in an instant. He continued as he found a phone in one of the corpses' pockets.
"And I've done plenty OF those bad things, but none of 'em ever involved hurting innocent girls until I signed on with these rotten tossers. I've wanted out for a while now." He patted the jacket pocket with the letter. "Her Countessness gave me some words to think on and I've decided to take that 'smart choice' she's offered. You probably ain't seen me passing cigarettes round all day. I noticed the holes, figured she had a plan; decided to help."
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