The snow is falling, already a foot on the ground and yet it still comes. In this frozen wasteland seeming to be nothing more than a few sticks and trees but beyond all that there was a story. A story of WAR!
As visions come in closer we can see soldiers dressed in white laying face down in the white powder not moving, but alive and waiting. These Soldiers are nothing more than a special branch of Spetsnaz called "White Death".
The name derives from how they appear in battle and their top notch killing ability. Every country would like to believe that their own army has the most elite; but it is a widely known thing that the Russian Spetsnaz is the most feared.
The war has been going on for almost a year as all the dead pile up along the city streets, blown apart bodies and limbs litter the sidewalks, shredded cars lay strewn about like some kind of Mel Gibson movie.
Gunfire is heard, screaming, explosions and ultimately...death!
KILL THEM ALL!is screamed as yet another battle begins!
The American flag flaps in the cold wind as a pack of shivering soldiers charge in with no real rhyme or reason to be known of at this time, unaware of the "White Death" that is all around them. Russian soldiers return the favor of battle and come in hot and heavy with their guns firing. Snipers on the rooftops and closing in on all sides. The American soldiers take cover behind trees and the legions of frozen corpses that littler this goddamned place, as the Russians find their cover they also stop firing!
The Americans couldn't care less as they drop round after round in their direction, stupid Americans, they care not for the conservation of ammo in times when they'll need it!
The death of many is something that is always desired when fighting in a group... as long as you are victorious that is.
Let the killing begin as the Spetsnaz goes to work!
In one foul swoop, the White Death removes this scum from the Mother Land in a most brutal of ways; attacking with hatchets and knives, they slay 3 dozen of the intruders! Slashing necks, chopping limbs and painting the white canvas-like snow red.
As these beasts of war work there is always one that will stick out as the ultimate killing machine. One that will be the most brutal and horrific to watch as he works. Here this one goes by the name of "болезненный ангел".
This name will always be synonymous with darkness and pure disgust. He doesn't mind, He lives to kill and cause pain.
Many claim to be what this man is; always wanting to be the crazy and ultimate when it comes to evil but this one...this... "болезненный ангел" is the truth when it comes to if there is a god!
He will be the one to send you on your way without a second thought and he won't lose a second of sleep after.
War is a funny thing if you really think about it. Turning normal and civil people into beasts that kill on another's order and they do this without question. To believe that there is a god that accepts all this death offered mainly on religion. Most battles are done where those involved think they are fighting for their god and this is what is wanted. Think about that next time soldiers march into battle and kill. I bet their god told them the same thing. "FOR GOD!"
With "болезненный ангел", this will never be the case. Death to his is like drinking water or wiping your ass, things that come like second nature.
To understand "болезненный ангел" we must first go back to the first blood, his first murder! What will this prove?
Nothing.
Actually, it will do this. It will show you a glimpse into the life of a killer.
Let's go back 35 years. Before there ever was a "болезненный ангел" and believe for a moment that his life was meant to be something other than this. A promising education but lacking the interest to follow that field, never really understood love and only really knew hate and pain which started at a young age.
Hate is like a drug that will fill your body, fill your heart and fill your soul. In time the "feelings" you once felt of things like loneliness, sadness, yearning for love will fade away into a black furnace to be burned to fuel the hate! You will find no joy in anything other than the pain you cause others. To even look upon happy people will make the hate burn stronger. This is how evil is born!
As it is told, "болезненный ангел" preyed on those who loved and wanted to be happy, those who had something to live for. He would attack you and those you love and make them suffer in ways that not even BTK killer would do.
Picture you tied to a chair. Picture being gagged and forced to watch your wife, your girlfriend, your mother be brutally tortured. To watch her fingernails slowly being ripped from her finger tips, Watch as a razor peels the flesh from her face, watch as a hammer drill rips its way through her legs and arms as she screams. To finish it off he would sew up every orifice after packing it with salt.
It is odd how the human mind works. Today you are the nicest man that could ever be, if "болезненный ангел" gets you and your loved one tomorrow, you will no longer be that nice person you once were.
Something about watching torture like that will drain you of everything good you felt and actually begin to rewrite how your mind works. The terror of this demon returning will forever haunt and will never leave.
First, lets go into graphic detail on "болезненный ангел" and his first murder. He was younger then. 14 years old and homeless wandering the streets in the frozen tundra that is this fucking country! He slept in doorways and watched as rich folks walked by in their designer clothes and eating only the finest of foods, getting into their nice cars and not even paying him any mind.
Picture a starving 14 year old curled up in a doorway watching the wealthy scum enjoy life.
Everyone, and I mean everyone, gets ideas that just pop into their heads about what they could do to fix their situation. In this case, young Кирилл decided to take what he needed to survive at any means necessary.
Russia is known for the hordes of homeless and their ability to do some pretty heinous things to others. Why should this be any different?
As young Кирилл made his choice and chose his first victim he felt the hate boil and the excitement just from pure anticipation of what's to come. An older man walks by, mink coat holding a shopping bag from the high end shop called "верхний предел магазин" . Earlier that day Кирилл found what he needed to make a crude weapon...a shank! An old kitchen knife with a broken handle. He had wrapped an old bit of fabric around the handle and knotted it at the end so he didn't end up losing fingers doing what was needed to be done.
With the shank concealed in his tattered coat where he could easily get to it he followed the man. Waited around corners for him to exit shops and ultimately watched him walk up to a vehicle; A BMW!
As the man opened the door, young Кирилл ran up behind him and poked the blade into his back, not hard enough to mortally wound or kill but enough to get his attention. As the blade slowly began to sink through the mans nice jacket and break the skin, Кирилл made his intentions know.
ЗаткниÑÑŒ или Ñ ÑƒÐ±ÑŒÑŽ тебÑ! СадиÑÑŒ в машину и ездить!The boys voice was strong with purpose and the man knew he was in no position to argue!
Кирилл got in the car after the man and sat next to him, keeping the blade firmly in his side.
As the man drove many thoughts raced through Кирилл mind, He himself couldn't believe he was actually doing it and only had a few ideas of what to do next but none of them entailed how he would escape without getting caught. See, the man was much bigger than he was and if he were to remove the knife he would probably be in a fight for his life and would probably lose.
There was only one thing to do at this point in time. Кирилл ordered the man to pull the car over and turn it off, told him to give him all his money, took his watch, his ring, his coat and anything else he thought he could use before thrusting the knife!
Stabbing someone is never as easy as you think it would be, first off if the person is bigger than you, you would need to hope he dies with the first stick or there will be a struggle that only one will live through.
болезненный stuck the knife in the ribs hoping to kill him instantly which would never happen, the kind of knife he had and the ribs...never would happen! The knife did stick in and the ribs on the blade got stuck in the rib bones causing the man to scream out and begin to flail. The money and shit Кирилл collected from the man went flying as a reverse attack was upon him.
The much larger man lunged over on top of Кирилл trying to strangle and punch, landing many blows as he screamed! Кирилл struggled with the knife, trying to free it from it's place to try again but lacking the leverage and strength to get the knife could have been the end of him. Out of desperation he jammed his finger into the man's eye and pressed as hard as he could until there was a slight pop and squish, like squishing a grape between your fingers. fluid from the man's eye runs down the boy's arm as the man screamed more wildly punching him in the face and ultimately knocking him out.
Being knocked unconscious is like being in a void of nothingness. Not knowing if you are alive or dead, maimed or not. Perhaps this is what death is like, letting your mind wander through the darkest, coldest blackness as if finding reason, nothing makes sense...and then after what seems like hours and hours and even perhaps days...
ПроÑыпайтеÑÑŒ мальчикаThe man said as he threw a bucket of piss in the boy's face! Not even fresh piss, it was cold, half frozen piss!
Кирилл awoke inverted in some cold ass place covered in old human piss! Festered and rank! Like what most people would do in a situation like this; they would be fucking pissed! Who throws urine? seriously?!
Either way it was very apparent that young Кирилл was in trouble.
Normally people won't hang others upside down unless there was going to be something insanely bad going to happen, and this was a good indication that nothing good would happen here. His eyes focus as the urine clears from his eyes and he sees that same man he tried to kill walking towards him with razor wire!
Now we all should know what razor wire is, everyone except Peter Gilmour that is.
Razor wire is razor blades attached to a metal wire, used mostly in prisons and highly secured places. They aren't even razor blade shaped, they are just sharp.
The man whips Кирилл with the wire and it was like Russia's version of Passion of the Christ as chunks of flesh are torn from the bone and blood sprays freely onto the concrete floor. Кирилл hangs tough and deals with the lashings which ultimately turn his torso into what can only be described as pulverized meat ready for cooking.
The blood runs down across his face, filling his nose and mouth causing him to cough and gag literally on his own blood! As the blood ran over his face, staining his eyes red, Кирилл passes out from the loss of blood but this will not be the end of his torture!
TO BE CONTINUED!
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