[color=gray] [CENTER][COLOR=#FF7514][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/COLOR] [url=https://open.spotify.com/track/46IwawpHVB7462bMZ10Wzf][img]https://i.imgur.com/zHjMnmt.jpeg[/img] [/url][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=#FF7514][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Southern Plateau[/I] - [I]Dundas Island, Pacific Ocean[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=#ff7514][b]Hope In Hell #2.0054:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Brutality[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][COLOR=#FF7514][SUP][sub]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/SUP][/COLOR][INDENT][sub][color=#ff7514][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]N/A[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=#FF7514][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [color=gray][I]The Path To Ruin[/I][/color][/right][/SUP] [INDENT] [center][color=red][b]CONTENT WARNING: EXCESSIVE VIOLENCE[/b][/color][/center] The air was filled with a cacophony of violence and terror. Bodies made sickening noises as they were snapped, broken or just outright squashed. Horrific screams were uttered at the sight of comrades being casually slaughtered. And gun muzzles barked angrily as they were unloaded in futility upon a woman possessed. Katja had lost control of her body, she was overcome by violent fury. All she could see was a red mist in front of her eyes, only raised when her next victim appeared before her. All she could feel in her head was a pain that felt like nails were dug deep into her brain, a pain which only temporarily subsided after she had taken the life of another attacker. All reason had left her, now all she could think of were simple terms. Crush. Maim. Kill. Eventually, after what could have been hours or seconds for all she knew, only one man was left standing. She gazed down at the miserable excuse of a man. This was the man who had barged through their door. The man who had yelled out that damned phrase that would keep haunting her for the rest of her life. The man who had butchered her mother. He appeared small now, as all in the room had appeared before the towering mass of rippling muscle that was Katja in her true form. Katja picked him up by his arms, one in each of her massive hands. He was a prized one, one she had purposefully left for last. To cherish this moment. He was kicking and screaming as the realization dawned upon him of what was about to happen, begging for mercy. A mercy he hadn’t offered her parents. A mercy she would not offer him. She began to pull at his arms, slowly so as not to rush the moment. She wanted to take in every second of his suffering. Every tiny detail had to be registered. Just like she had been exposed to every single detail of what had happened to those who she had loved. He screamed out in pain, a terrible, horrifying noise that sounded like the sweetest melody Katja had ever heard. Here was the man who had tormented her in her nightmares for years. The man who had taken everything from her. And she was tearing him apart. She tightened her grip around his arms, feeling the bones crumble to dust with but the slightest amount of force. She could first hear his joints give way as she dislocated them, followed by a sickening tearing sound. The sound of his flesh and sinews being torn apart by her incredible strength. Until finally, with a ghastly snap, both limbs were pulled free. He fell down with a wet thud, landing in a pool of his own blood whilst screaming in agony from the pain she had wrought upon him. A smile crept up her lips, vicious and cruel like that of the raven-haired one hours before. Her mind did not linger on it, if it even registered it at all. Instead, she put her boot on the back of the man’s head, before then slowly applying her tremendous weight on it. Katja could feel that his nose was the first to give way, quickly followed by his jaw, which fractured into tiny pieces. She then stopped, holding his face down in that pool of crimson as she heard a gurgling noise. Her smile grew wider as she held him like that, savoring the sound of this animal drowning in his own blood. She enjoyed watching him squirm, like the insect he truly was when compared to her. His legs started kicking less violently, his writhing became calmer and the gurgled screams became softer until finally, he became completely still. Finally, after all these years of hatred and fear, she had finally gotten her vengeance. Finally she had seen to it that justice had been brought to those animals that had butchered her family. Finally, she thought, the nightmares could end. But that feeling of sweetness and bliss quickly felt ashen and hollow. For the realization finally dawned on her that none of this was real. It was merely a simulation. A brutal, painful and extremely realistic simulation, but a simulation nonetheless. Katja slowly fell to her knees, a light tremor shaking the ground as they touched down on the floor. She turned the corpse of the tormentor of her dreams around, tracing his skull with a finger while gazing into his broken features. Even through all the damage, she could still see that it had been too perfect. Like a wax doll instead of an actual human being. She just hadn’t noticed that before, either in her state of panic as a young girl or in her state of rage as the adult woman that she was now. It wasn’t real. None of it had been real. She had known this, of course. It was always there in the back of her head. But it had been so convincing, it seemed so real on the surface. And, of course, it [i]had[/i] once been real for her. Katja gazed over her shoulder, her eyes darting through the mangled corpses to find the two that mattered the most to her. The only ones that had truly fallen on these floors, many years ago. A sob escaped the large girl’s lips as her eyes looked upon the charred remains of her father before they met those lifeless blue orbs of her mother. Yet even these were not real. She couldn’t even properly mourn them, even that had been denied to her. She tried thinking of some of the few happy memories she had left of them, but every time she attempted to, one of those damned TV screens depicting another gruesome angle of their murder replayed in her mind. Looking up at the ceiling, a single tear ran down the cheek of the brutish woman. She sat like that for a moment as more tears started flowing. She turned her attention down at the corpse that lay in front of her, looking into the empty eyes of that doll which bore the face of her nightmares. She continued crying as she slammed her fist into the skull, scattering gore and bone fragments in all directions. Then she slammed down again. And again. And again. With each bash her tears flowed faster. With each blow her sobs grew louder too. Until finally it didn’t sound like crying at all, but the pained howls of a savage animal that just continued pounding the ground. Katja continued this for what felt like hours. Perhaps it had truly been that long. Nothing seemed to change. She was locked up in this room, surrounded by the blood and gore of the Mundane. Eventually even the corpse would be long gone, with only a pink-ish paste covering fist-sized craters being left as the only indication that something had once lain here. It all served as a reminder to Katja. A reminder that she wasn’t just a liar, but that she was wrong. [/INDENT][/INDENT][/color]