Chancelor Andrew Scott's Story

(Intro song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALhwQKTRAgA)

"Discipline...Loyalty....Sacrifice, these words will mold who you are from this moment on." Scott spoke into the microphone that lay rested in front of him on the balcony of the many new NDO "Capital" buildings that sat as a symbol of 'peace and prosperity' across the entire globe. The dark shadow of the building was cast over hundreds of men and woman dressed in the combat uniform of the NDO that was almost identical to that of the American uniform, aside from the NDO flag that sat menacingly on their shoulders. "You men and woman are the finest this order has to offer, and soon you will be sent to the Russian front to fight the tyranny of Vladimir Putin, the socialist who hides behind a fake Democracy. I will not lie to you, this government you are now fighting to destroy will do everything in their power to stop you. They have used nuclear weapons on our land and their own to stop our advances. But this is all the more proof that the Russian Federation is an enemy to not just Democracy, but humanity as a whole!" Scott was using exaggerated hand gestures as he spoke, his words carrying the weight of a God to these men and women who believed all the lies he spewed.

The flag of NDO was casting it's wicked shadow over the buildings that sat around the capital building, which dwarfed all of them with it's emasculate and unnecessary size. "You men and woman will fight! And you will drive the Russian bear back into it's cave and bury it there where it belongs! Now go forth my brothers and sisters, bring peace, prosperity and democracy to the world!" Scott raised his fist up next to his ear and shouted at the top of his voice into the microphone "For the order!"

The soldiers below pounded on their chests, right over their hearts, with their own fists and shouted back in almost perfect unison "FOR FREEDOM!" Scott hit his own chest with overwhelming pride and joy for the army he had raised. These men and woman were loyal to his new order, and his order was doing well, very well. All of Western Europe was in his grasp, and with very little resistance. This pleased Scott because it meant that most the armies were intact as well, in fact his armies were so strong that with the Russia, China, and several other Asian countries united against him were still not strong enough to defeat them. He had the most advanced and numerous fighting force in the entire world, and he was using it to crush every foe in his path. Soon Russia would be forced to fold into his whim, and multiple middle eastern countries were already falling, or had fallen to him.

Scott had little to fear as of the current moment. Although the civil war in the United States was becoming a thorn in his side. But it mattered little right now, he had bigger issues that must be dealt with first. He had to conquer the rest of the civilized countries and figure out a way to get rid of all the infected that lie therein. Europe was by far the worst infected NDO territory that Scott had conquered so far. The only up side to it was that most of the hordes had moved into the forests that lay all across the continent, all Scott needed to do was burn them down with napalm and he could kill hundreds of thousands in mere hours. America would not be so easy, however, since there is less space for the infected to go in his home country, Scott would have to deal with hordes that number close to the million at a time. It was a thinker all right, but Scott would think of something...he always did.




Jinn? Jinn was in Nevada? Mando had a take a minute to absorb this information, he hadn't seen Jinn in years and now his old friend was coming back to say hello? Fucker probably wanted something from him. Mando's lips curved into a wicked smile as he thought about the havoc he wrecked with Jinn back in the day. Jinn and Mando were like two peas from the same pod, they both killed without mercy and enjoyed it. Will, maybe Mando enjoyed it a tad more than Jinn did but that is beside the point.

Mando put the phone away from his head for a second and snorted his second line of coke, when he lifted his head back up he was shaking and a creepy willy wonka style grin came across his face. This coke was some good shit, he was glad he stole it from those assholes bringing it to the Commonwealth "He is en route to you as we speak. Give us your gps coordinates." the man on the other line said. It was a bad time to sound bossy around Mando just that second, his second line of coke was making him bug out even more and his grip of sanity and reality was beginning to slip over the edge. He was angry...real angry. His dark brown eyes were as small as grains of sand and full of a twitchy rage that was engulfing his every cell.

"The fuck did you just say to me!?" Mando blurted out into the phone, his whole body shaking like a revved up engine from the sudden burst of energy from the cocaine "Bitch, who the fuck do you think you are? Motherfucker you don't tell me to give you dick! You ask me to give you shit with a pretty please and pile of naked pussy on top!" Mando's eyes twitched with furry at the man "You call me Mister Ortega you fucking got that! I don't know you, you're not my friend so you show me some respect or I'll cut your dick off and shove it up your ass!" Mando wasn't even pausing to breath and the man on the other line couldn't get a single word in

"Motherfucker I'll kill you!" Mando sprung from his seat and went over to a map on the wall that he kept so he could always mark where he was "When you get here me and you are going to throw down bitch! You here me, i'm going to kick your ass and then chop your nose off your ugly ass face!" Mando then proceeded to yell the coordinates into the man's ear when he was finished he went back to his cursing rage "So you be there or be square you little bitch!" Mando was just about to hang up when suddenly he stopped and put the phone back to his head, and in a voice as calm as the waters of a lake he said "Oh, and tell Jinn I said, 'sup." then he clicked the end call button.....





"So, what brings you to this humble town sir." The unruly looking man asked as he sat on his desk. Stanley expected the man to look bad, but not this bad. He looked as if he had just walked out of some ghetto casino at his job as a card dealer, with that red vest of his. The fact that he tried to cover it up with such a nasty and disgusting brown colored coat made it all the worse, there was much work to be done here indeed.

"You ask what my business is, yet you have not introduced yourself to me." Stanley said in a unimpressed and slightly unpleasant tone. The man looked a little panicked as he quickly stood at attention and extended his hand

"My name is Barnaby sir, Barnaby Turncoat." Stanley reached his plump hand out and took Barnaby's hand in a tight grip.

"That is much better mister Turncoat." This man had no sense of manners did he? How he ever got elected as mayor here was beyond Stanley, but it is what it is he supposed "Now, as you may know I helped start the Commonwealth many years ago. I hold this place very dear to me." Well the luxury it helped provide him at least. But even a man such as Stanley still had things outside of luxury that he held dear, and the Commonwealth was one of them. Mostly because it was a symbol of his success to everyone who mocked him when he ran for president "I am here to insure that you, as the new mayor, have everything you require." Stanley said in his uptown accent

"Well sir I-

"No, no." Stanley interrupted "Don't say you have everything you need my boy! Because from the moment I walked through those doors I knew you do not." Barnaby gave Stanley a puzzled look as he stood from his chair and straightened his suit once again "You are a man of power now my boy." Stanley said as he put an arm around Barnaby "Even in this world that we live in, men of power must look the part. Because looking the part is where half your power comes from!" Stanley walked Barnaby over to the door of his office and through it open, his arm still around him "You see this my boy? These walls are redecorated with every new mayor, so that every new era can be recognized differently. With every new mayor, the decoration of his halls and the way he portrays himself must remind the people of his ambition, and what he stands for!" Stanley turned to Barnaby and looked him up and down "And the way you are dressed now my boy it would appear you stand for drunken bar fights and sleeping in gutters."




"Well Zanetta!" Richard called to the girl in the back seat "You are now an accomplice to the crime of going against Darcy! We can all be executed together now!" Richard joked as he drove the truck through the dirt path that lead to a back woods section of the farmland where they would burn the remains of the infected to keep the infected from being consumed by animals and giving the family more issues.

"This is so cool dad!" Connor said from the passenger seat

"It is until we get back to the house, then we are going to be in a little bit of heat." Richard replied to his son as he brought the truck to a stop in the middle of a dirt field "Here, we can burn them here." Richard said "Zanetta, mind helping me set up the bonfire?"

Richard finished his good quickly and then went out in search of Darcy. He didn’t feel guilty about what he did; it needed to happen sooner or later. But he was questioning if he had gone about it the right way. He had…hadn’t he? Of course he had! There was no other way! Darcy wasn’t listening to reason! If he hadn’t done it the way he had, the fight would have continued and nothing would have been accomplished! But, still something seemed wrong about the whole thing; it was probably just because Richard hated fighting with Darcy. After they got married the fighting seemed to die down for a little bit, but then it started spiking. The fights may have been few and far between, but when they were present they were six times as bad as when they were before. Richard for one was damn tired of it all.

He made his way through the sweet smelling air of the farm, through the long blades of grass that shone in the dying summer sun. Soon it would be dark across the US again, and the NIGHTmares would come out to play again. Hopefully none would find their way to the farm like the last two had, or else Richard might have to consider relocating his family.

The cottage was just beginning to come into sight when Richard caught something out of the corner of his eye. Out in the middle of the field, next to the single apple tree that stood high amongst the green grass was the figure of a woman. Richard sighed; it was never a good thing when Darcy went to sit by the apple tree. Richard slowly marched his way across the grass, reaching Darcy in a few short minutes

“Hey babe. Richard smiled as he took a gentle seat beside the woman of his dreams




Stanley gave a patronizing smile to Barnaby as he tapped his cane on the ground “of course not my boy! I trust that you will run this town rather smashingly! Now I will be surviving you, just to make sure everything goes perfectly.” Stanley said, as he looked around the man’s office “I would also like to have a quarters like this to accommodate myself and my belongings. Where would a place like that be Mister Turncoat?”




Mando sat in a chair next to his map on the far side of the wall near the driver’s seat of the RV. His eyes were fixated on the girl he had just forced to perform oral stimulation on him. She sat, her eyes cast over with a fog of depression and trauma from the day’s events. In just a few short hours she had seen her brother and mother killed like animals, and then been forced to do please a disgusting mad man who planned to sell her off to the highest bidder.

The girl starred almost blankly at the dead teenager in the corner, her chest covered in blood and her body motionless. She, was breaking slowly, her own thoughts were tearing her mind apart like a savage animal mauling its prey.

A sudden bang of metal on wood shook the girl from her trance “Do you know why I kill?” Mando asked as he pulled his machete from the table before stabbing it again. The girl still had the eyes of a person whose innocence was forcibly torn away from them. The glaze of uncertainty and suicidal thoughts filled her eyes as she looked upon her captor with an unquenched thirst to see him dead “People think that when I kill, it’s because I like the killing.” Mando continued in a conversational tone

The sixteen year old just listened, the man’s words sticking into her mind like glue. She wanted to know why. Why would someone do these horrible things? She needed to know why the man had taken everything she loved, and then made her do something that she dreamed of only doing for the man she would fall in love with. Why would this beast of a man take everything from a girl he never met? Mando kept stabbing the table, not continuing his speech for a few minuets as he kept trying to kill the inanimate object in front of him. “I don’t kill because I like the killing. I kill because I like the power.” Mando stood from his seat and walked over to the blonde he had killed and crouched down beside her.

Mando stroked a hand through hair and looked into her eyes that were void of any inner light. “The first time I killed a man.” Mando began his voice that of dreamy reminiscence “I felt so…wrong. I hated myself, I felt like I had betrayed everything I was.” Mando has a serious look on his face as he kept playing with the dead girl’s hair “I still remember how that Hajji bastard was laying on the ground…gurgling blood. It was running down the front of his face and getting all up into his turban.” Mando shook his head “I felt so guilty.” Mando stoked his hand down the side of the blondes face and grin fit for the Cheshire cat came across his face “but that was before I realized the power that I felt with every person I killed.” Mando looked to the girl with the same mad grin “It’s amazing, before I learned to embrace the darkness, I was a weakling. But now, every time I see blood flowing on the ground I fell so alive.”

Mando stood up and ran over to the Burnett on the couch and grabbed her face in his hands “It feels like winning a medal every time I take a life! Like the whole world is looking at me in awe!” Mando put a hand on the girl’s throat “when I kill I know that life has finally become fair!” Mando began to squeeze the life out of the girl, her air pipe completely cut off by Mando’s hand “Only the strong can survive in the dark, and I love the dark.” Mando’s eyes were wide open and his grin displayed the entirety of his unclean teeth that have been destroyed by years of neglecting and drug use. The girl’s eyes were beginning to dim as she struggled for air…she was beginning to lose consciousness.

“Boss! Commonwealth is right ahead!” The convoy had made good time, with no speed limits and no traffic the travel time had bee nearly cut in half

Mando released the girl who coughed horribly as she struggled to suck in air “Fucking finally! Pull us up to the front gate.”






Scott sat in his small Paris office, with Belial looking at him in the corner. The mutant’s eyes were burning holes in Scott’s head, which was pissing the man off considering he was trying to focus on war plans.

“Starring at me isn’t going to do a damn thing so speak the fuck up.” Scott growled angrily without looking up from his work.

“I want to kill again! Why are you keeping me here when I could be fighting out there?!” Belial snapped with rage

“Because I don’t have any place that you are needed!” Scott hissed

“If there are people to kill, I’m needed Scott!” Andrew ran a hand through his hair as he sat back in his chair and looked at the beast. It had become general knowledge that Scott and the NDO possessed a paralyzing serum and that they were working on experimental mutation programs. That’s how Scott got some of the countries to bend to his will, he offer the country the serum for control. The problem was that manufacturing of the serum was costly and slow, so if you wanted serum for you or a family member you had to serve with the NDO military. That’s how he got most people to join the Enforcers.

“Fine.” Scott said coldly “If you want to fight so badly, I’ll send you to the States. Go around and search out the terrorist hide outs and get rid of them. Now please leave me the fuck alone so I can work.” Scott said with blank emotion

Belial smiled with victory “with pleasure.”