Waiting for The Reversal

Donald, Victoria, 3480, was a hell hole. Owned by a rat mongrel bastard, who poisoned him and then he had to flee to the hospital and recuperate for a while in hospital, then for a day or two in a motel. Once he was well enough, he returned to Donald, but the gates were locked, locks changed and when the police arrived to help him gain entry to his own house he was told to leave and take what he carried with him. Fortunately he was able to take his car, two books, a few clothes, and some computer equipment. He travelled the land, journeying from town to town, watching what the horde did to the people, how they moved and operated, and gained knowledge into their objectives. They had it planned for years, their Big Push, where they cleaned out all the decent people. He watched as they circled around the houses, led by a decrepit loser who had less talent than a brick, and wielded his power by violence, greed and cunning, with a healthy dose of evil. They were aided by those who took the payoff, took the bribe, did what they were told, and soon the whole state of Victoria fell. Murder, rape, torture and mayhem, those were the tales which he heard, constantly, continuously, without mercy. As soon as he arrived in a town, they arrived, soon after and most of the time before. They crept by night, stealthy and cunning they broke into the houses and raped the children, then they became more brazen, they used battering rams, “Get on the fucking ground”, that was the cry families heard, then the teenage girls were brutally raped, tortured and murdered, in front of the parents, then the parents were destroyed. Some of the parents were left intact, but they were a former shell of their old selves, no one came, and if they did it was too late. They hit the Cops, the other security services and the politicians, then the people were defenceless, their time had come and soon the whole state had been wiped out, replaced by seemingly flaccid, burnt out shells of people, bereft of intelligence, whose only aim was to sit in a house and smoke, take and drink, drugs, booze and whatever else they could get for nothing.

He ended up in the ACT, worn thin to the bone, tired and looking for a place to shelter from the depradations of The Group, a rotten to the core criminal organisation. They had morphed into a composition of mutants, inbred deadshits, criminals of every breed, who possessed nothing but a desire to destroy everything on the planet. They killed every living thing in their path, all the birds, animals, insects and anything that moved was fair game. People were used for hamburgers at selected outlets, they sought out teenage girls, raped them because they stood them up, too good for a paedophile mutant cretin, too good for a brain dead moron.

Long and hard he watched and planned, watching until he had the necessary abilities to battle the scourge that spread out across the land. He used his mind and soon gained ground, able to motivate them to new heights, even with a certain degree of caution they sought to emulate him, but they refused to perform the work. Their salvation would have come had they brushed to one side their addictions and heightened allegiance to their bosses, and then they could have practiced what he tried to teach them so that they became better and healthier, but they wanted the quick fix so they failed.

On arrival in a small suburb of the ACT, Canberra, he sat in the car park and tried to regain his composure. They howled day and night, “Blow it out of your arse”, this was to disguise the fact that the girls from a local cafe, one in particular were taken up to a room where they were anally raped for the princely sum of $350 a turn, many clients were given the satisfaction of a sexual liaison with a young woman, who was then given Rohypnol, so that she did not remember what happened. Their gang leader learnt of a long held relationship between a traveller to the suburb and a woman who had fled Victoria and arrived in the ACT. They revelled in their love for each other and for that they were punished, she by being raped three times by ugly brutes, he by being raped and infected by being given diseases of a sexually transmitted nature, he journeyed to the remote bush to find a cure for his diseases, he succeeded but when he returned, he found that his love had been warned not to see him again and that she was going to work as a prostitute, she refused and was raped, brutally by seventy-five dirty disgusting slags, scum of the earth, filth from the sewer of humanity. They broke every bone in her face, every time she was raped, they broke every bone that they could, all the while screaming abuse at her poor battered body, her hands and feet were nailed to the floor and she was raped and beaten to death. The stories changed every day, more violent, more depraved, but he saw the sadness in her face when he went to visit her, and he knew that she had been attacked. He saw her one last time, standing out the front of the shops, he sat in the car, having just woken up, it was too dangerous for them to be together, so they met secretly, and he slept in his car. When he saw his beloved, she was ashen gray, weak, all the blood had been drained out of her body, she returned to her work place and he knew that soon he would never see her again. She died later that day, he left to mourn and the rotten dirty little criminal rapists celebrated long into the night. In the morning he shed tears of white hot fire from his eyes and wept bitterly.

He returned to the Capital and watched as the thousands of pathetic slags drove endlessly around the city, searching for victims. He heard of the plot to kidnap five young woman from a business, all at the same time, the price for their bodies, five million dollars, paid to the husband of one of them, a meth amphetamine addict who had swore at his wife or girlfriend that she was going to become a hooker for him, for The Group, she refused and she was raped as a punishment. Goulbourn was staged as the next target and he drove there, upon arrival he found nothing, helped the local authorities round up a criminal gang to keep the town safe and hurried back to the Capital. He had heard that there was going to be a kidnapping and that the workers in a local business that he was watching were going to be transported to a sex slave brothel in Victoria, chained to a wall and raped until they died. He filed a report to local authorities and informed them of the danger to one of the women, when he arrived he saw that she was still safe and continued in his fight against the invaders. The poor woman in question had also apparently been sold by her partner for $350 for sex to whoever had the money, this was to pay for his meth amphetimine habit, she had been affected with diseases and they, the dirty slags had also sterilised her, she would never be able to have a baby later on in life. This was what they did to the female population, they were insane and had no compassion for anything that lived. He knew he could help her but it would require a lot of work, taking a range of esoteric plant remedies, most unknown in their combination’s to modern medicine, his combinations for himself had apparently worked, and he felt no ill health, but to help someone else was different, he would have to go slow, bit by bit, he was advanced and older, even if she wanted to accept his help, he did not know if he could help her in time. She would have to ingest the herbs and plants ever so slowly, he was able to take the most lethal plant combinations ever known to a man or woman, his was the accolade of the biggest drug taker on the planet, not by choice but by their design, they were the ones who had placed the elements in his food and drink without him knowing, they even used Plutonium, Ceseum, Uranium, and Strontium 90, he survived because he would not die by their hand, he wanted his revenge for the death of his wife and children and even if they killed him, he would return in the next life to hunt them into the grave.

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