NationStates Jolt Archive

The rain had fallen all night as clouds, grey and sullen, swept across the fresh green Iesus countryside. The downpour had been so insistent that in his subterranean cell, Patrick Iesus had heard it, the sound of the falling rain had cut through the fog that was his tormented existence and for a brief time reminded him that there was a world outside of his grey cell.
"Wake up Patrick..."
Patricks vision was all a blur, he tried desperately to focus, but somehow it just wouldn't happen, the figure in the room with him remained a haze. Patrick struggled to sit up right but his body had no strength in it, he struggled to speak but only a low gurgle came from his throat.
"Shhhh brother don't try to talk...lay still..."
The figure moved closer and knelt by Patrick. Slowly the haze lifted, the figure took shape, the form of his little sister Bridgette finally came into sharp focus
"you're as stubborn as anyone I've ever seen Paddy...silly puppy...but the game is over now dearest..things are going to move to the next level.."
Patrick croaked out "then why are you here"
"silly! To see you for the last time! Soon you wont be you any more...I just wanted to see you one more time..you always reminded me of daddy so much!"
Bridgette lent in and kissed her brothers deformed face.
"Bye bye Paddy"
Looking his sister over, his foggy but still keen mind taking note of the Christmastide honour mark on her ministry uniform...Paddy bite back the insults he was tempted to yell...and instead in a voice choked by physically and emotional violence declared..
"Merry Christmas Bridgette"

ooc: not such a merry christmas ever going to free him or is this the end of him :shock:

A massive explosion rocked the cell, shaking Patrick awake, the door to his cell blew open and masked men rushed in screaming and shouting
"GET DOWN! SECURE HIM! QUICKLY!"
Patrick was unable to move as the masked men laid hands on him and dragged him to his feet, he faintly tried to struggle against them but to no avail. Sighing inwardly Patrick gave up to whatever last fate his tormentors had for him. All resistance was beyond him, death in its own way would be a blessed release.
"Hurry up and kill me then"
The lead masked man laughed at the words and pulled away his mask revealing a friendly familiar face to Paddy.
"..is that you..Matthew?"
Matthew Iesus smiled back at his brother
"didn't think I'd leave you here forever did ya? You ugly sod paddy...anyhow...escape first..talk latter..."
Patrick nodded , and gratefully let the men with Matthew rush him from the cell.
Everything passed by Patrick in a flash...the corridors were fulled with smoke, guns fired all around him and the screams of the wounded and dying echoed around the facility. Still Patrick knew he would be safe...So many times in the past he and his twin Matthew had saved each other, and got out of tight spots and now would be no different.
Paddy couldn't help but laugh as he was rushed along the corridor
"is this really the type of thing that a Lord Protector would be up too Matt?"
Before he heard a answer one of his burly rescuer pushed him through a door ...out into the blazing sun...green grass and freedom.
Time flew in Patricks brain, before he knew it he was collapsed panting in a group of trees with the sound of gun fire in the distance. Next to him knelt Matthew, equally as puffed.
"We've made it Paddy....home free! Free at last...you're buddies are in full uprising, the generals are fleeing and the ministry of Social order is being smashed! We better get moving...you're friends need you....best get moving to 'em quickly"
Patrick gave Matthew a wide grin, his mind races with what was happening.
"Well Paddy...you ready?"
Something in Patricks mind clicked, he knew it must be December from what Bridgette had said...yet it was a lovely warm sunny day...Patrick looked over his brother..had Matthew grimaced when he had smiled? The only people who had never shown horror at Patricks wounded horrific face were his siblings...
"well Paddy...where first? Well...come on.."
Patrick shock his head and screamed.

The General Robard ripped his headset from his head and threw it to the ground.
"You idiot!...reset with corrections! Take him back to his cell for now...readministor the treatment..I have no more patience for this! I want this ended! "
Robard turned to the lead technician
"no more mistakes! Or...." Robard tapped his holster