NationStates Jolt Archive

The Initiate was glad to be in the back of the plane. Being able to recline without the person behind him whining and shifting around was a true blessing. As he felt the plane start to decline, he sat his seat up and turned off his laptop. He would have prefered a proper shutdown, but putting in the password for the screensaver was too much a hastle, and the stewardesses tended to be impatient.
As the plane landed, a voice came up on the intercom. "Welcome to Nellisland. Please be sure to check your possessions with security personal and have your passport verified."
The Initiate grinned. His fake ID said he was from Muktar. If anyone asked, he was one of the refuges from the Christac incident. If all went as expected, there was no way security would give him more than two seconds.

Vice President Joanne Nellis was on her way to a press conferance about the was with Aliados. She believed this to be a big speech because of how torn the nation was in this conflict.

She got in her limo and went over her speech as they drove her there.

Joanne had an unsettling felling in her stomach. At the time she figured that it was just the flu or something, but she had no idea what was instore for her.

The driver couldn't believe how many detours he had had to make. Soon, the driver found himself in a shadier part of town.
"I'm sorry about all the detours, ma'am. Abnormal circumstances."
When he looked in the rear view mirror, however, he saw she was looking very ill. "Ma'am, I'm going to try to get you some medical attention."

The Initiate had gotten by airport security well enough, just as planned. They didn't even scan his laptop, they were so eager to let an apparent Muktari into their borders. He was quick to be able to set up the attack. Gas in the rear of the limo, car crashes and repair projects at critical locations, and a team to intercept the limo once it entered the slums.

Joanne blinked in suprise. For a moment, it seemed as though the driver had changed from a blonde to a red-head. It took her a moment to realize he had been shot. She tried to pull herself out of the car, and someone was there to pull her out. Before she could see who it was, a bag was pulled over her head and she was hit with something hard.

The Initiate grinned as his mercenary aids brought the target into the building, unconcious yet perfectly alive. He pointed to a chair that was clamped to the cement floor. "Bind her. Replace the mask with a blindfold." The mercenaries obeyed, tying her to the chair legs and arm rests. Oddly, this chair didn't have a back to it. One of the mercenaries punched her in the kidney, forcing her into conciousness.

"Wha- where am I? Who are you?"

The Initiate signalled for the mercenaries to leave, and gestured at a suitcase of cash near the door. The quickly grabbed it and left the two together.

"I demand to know why you are holding me here!"

The Initiate pressed a button, turning on the camera. His identity would be guarded by his mask. Without saying a word, the Initiate threw a punch at Joanne's jaw, landing with a crack and a crunch. She let out a scream that quickly died into a moan, and tears began to roll out from under her blindfold.

"Why?"

Without any more words, the Initiate began to tear off Joanne's outfit, beating her as he pulled the clothes off and as he raped her. Once he was done, he pulled out a knife and began cutting at her skin all over her body. After the first dozen cuts, she stopped struggling. After the next dozen, she stopped crying. After he got near fifty, she stopped breathing.

Grinning under the mask, the Initiate turned toward the camera and gestured toward Joanne Nellis. With one fluid motion, he stabbed the knife into her heart, then raked the blade upthrough a jugular vein. He then turned off the camera on his laptop. He copied the file on to a disc, then emptied firecrackers into the keyboard. He set a lit match in it and quickly closed the keyboard. He managed to step away in time, and began changing into street clothes, clean of blood. As he drove away, he pressed a button that detonated the abandoned warehouse.

Later, Nellis received a recording of his sister's death from a internet cafe in the downtown area. The Initiate was gone by the time anyone arrived to seize him.

OOC: Gross...just gross!

President sat in his office when his aide Francis came in to give him the DVD:

"Sir...I...I think you should see this..."

"What is it. A movie. I have better things to do..."

'It's your sister sir." Francis put in the tape of the savage beating.

"Wha...what...no...no!"

Nellis went down on one knee, and burst into tears. Francis put his hand on the shoulder of he fallen President. His Vice-President, his best friend, and his sister were dead. Raped, tortured, and killed by the hands of a man who didn't even show his face.

"Sir we are going to get this bastard."

"Leave...I need to be alone. Come back when you have some information. Take that damn DVD with you!"

"Yes sir...we will get him. I promise!"

"Go!"

Francis left, and President Nellis began to pace around his office. He could feel the anger rising inside of him. He wondered if this was Arterski's doing. When he finally composed himself, he sat down at his desk and called his mother to tell her before it hit the news.

If anyone asked, he was one of the refuges from the Christac incident

OOC - Nothing to do with the plot. But what incident is that?