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"writing": "Niel ran. He didn’t question why the kishu was running toward the Nazis. The middle of the play was not the time to question it. He’d play his part, as the only one in place for an intercept, and then ask what the fuck was going on.\nHe caught up with Isamu and threw himself at him for the tackle. They went down, but as he tightened his grip on the dog, Niel was rolling away with no one in his arms, only the impression Isamu had wriggled in them, and was now on his feet, running as if he hadn’t even fallen.\nDario leaped with a scream and Isamu stopped, turning and raising the staff until the covered end touched the capybara’s chest and, instead of falling onto the kishu, Dario was redirected to the side. The scream became scared as he collided with the side of the stairs.\nNiel was already running. He glimpsed Fedor at the top of the stairs, helping Wieland, then he was glaring at the kishu’s approaching back. As it came within reach, Isamu spun, hitting Niel with the staff in the chest and shoulder. He gritted his teeth but didn’t stop. If that traitor thought.\nIsamu stepped to the side, and before Niel could react, he was losing his balance from another hit on his shoulder. Cursing, he reached for the covered staff before it was out of reach, but it was twirling in the air. Pain in his arm and the kishu retreating were the last thing before he hit the ground hard enough his breath left him.\nThat wasn’t stopping him. He’d been knocked down often, but the game wasn’t over so long as you got back up.\nHis arm didn’t move to push him up.\nWhat the fuck? It remained limp as he awkwardly maneuvered himself to his feet. How had Isamu managed to hit a nerve in that chaos?\nDario screamed angrily as he ran for the kishu, and Isamu stepped around him with a laugh, like this was nothing more than a game, and he was putting on a show. The staff went between the capybara’s legs—when had it gotten back in his hands?—and Dario screamed in angry fear as he tripped and his momentum sent him cascading down the stairs.\nThe distant roar of voices told Niel they were running out of time. He had to get the staff and then…. That was a plan to make after he’d taken it from that traitor. Dario was on his feet again, foaming at the mouth, and moving to get in Isamu’s way. Working together, they should be able to manage that.\nDario reached for Isamu, only to get his hand batted aside, and then he was falling back, slipping on a stone. Niel reached for the staff, but it fell out of Isamu’s hand. The grinning kishu caught it with the other, and Niel moved to keep its end from striking his other shoulder, having to shift his footing to avoid losing his balance again, only for the stone his foot landed on to slip and he was on his back, anyway.\nWith a growl, he was up, the finger on his limp arm tingling. Wieland ran by him, screaming, catching up with Isamu with Niel at his side. The kishu skidding to a stop nearly caused the two of them to keep going, but the German shepherd stopped himself in time to throw a punch, only for Isamu to deflect it into Niel. Wieland’s look of terror was the thing Niel saw before flying off his feet from the impact. He crashed and curled in on himself from the pain.\nFuck, that hurt.\nHe’d seen Wieland lift the stone altar, so he’d known he was strong, and the german shepherd had to have pulled the punch at the last moment, otherwise Niel’s ribcage would have imploded, but he finally understood something of the Stuber strength.\nThat was it, he decided, once he could breathe and uncurl. He was striking the word should from his mind.\nThe others, minus Fedor, were running in the street now. The Pallas cat was still at the top of the stairs, so far Niel only got the slumped posture before he focused ahead of him.\nNazis flew in the air, thrown by Wieland. Dario was screaming, trashing in a Nazi’s arms. Niel leap over the Nazis trying to tackle him, turned, and they crashed on the ground. He was getting there. He’d make the intercept, grab the ball, turn the game around. All he had to do was reach and—\nIsamu stopped. Niel had a moment of confusion as the kishu turned and offered him the staff, only for it to go up and smack the raccoon under the jaw. \nSeeing stars, Niel fell on his back, then was under the pileup. By the time he could think and fight back, he had no leverage, and they were careful getting off him, never letting him get it. They held him, and, as Isamu kneeled before the Nazi leader, Niel saw Wieland still trashing under his own pileup as a third syringe was planted in his shoulder.\nThe wolf took the staff from the kishu, saying something Niel didn’t hear, then unwrapped one end. He smiled, said something more, and as Isamu stood, he did so straighter. He looked over his shoulder, grinned at Niel, then the fist in the face ended the offending sight.\n* * * * *\nNiel paced yet another cell.\nHe was getting fed up with small rooms with doors he couldn’t open. This one was old stone, thick enough slamming a shoulder in them didn’t do any good. The door was metal bars installed much later than the building’s initial construction, like centuries later. Niel wouldn’t be surprised if they had been installed hours before the four of them were thrown in each of theirs. \n“Are you okay?” Niel asked Fedor, in the cell facing him, after trying, again, to shake the door out of the hinges.\nThe look the pallas cat gave him, in the indirect light from off to the side, was hollow, defeated.\n“Do any of you know how Isamu can be working for them?” Niel asked, his anger mounting. “They’re fucking Nazis!” he kicked the bar as hard as he could. The door didn’t even shake.\n“I don’t think they are fucking anyone,” Wieland replied, the words slurred.\n“Ha. Ha. I’m not in the mood.” Niel rested his head against the bars. “I guess that means the Suzukis were Nazis all along. He’s Japanese, right? They were allied with them in the war.” He grabbed the bars and shook them. “But come the fuck on! It’s the twenty-first century. No one wants to be Nazi anymore!”\nExcept there was an army outside this building proving him wrong.\n“Suzuki not Nazi,” Dario said. “Isamu not Suzuki.”\n“But he has their power. He threw me around like he could read my play. Got Wieland to punch me.”\n“Sorry.”\n“Are you saying the Nazis found someone from another faction with the right power, so we’d think he was one of them?” Had Isamu done Society magic?\n“Isamu is Suzuki blood,” the capybara said. “But not in family.”\n“You lost me.” Niel thought back to any of the interactions he’d had. “If there’s one thing the Society’s big on, is family. There’s one out there so obsessed it with they kidnapped my best friend’s brother because he’s related to them like centuries ago. Come on Dario, you lost it on Fedor because he walked away from his family.”\n“Not walk away,” Fedor said weakly. “Searching for better way.”\n“Suzuki not same, they…” Dario cursed and said a string of angry Spanish.\n“They don’t care,” Wieland said. “They do not record who had a baby with whom. They do not worry about a son meeting a Survivor and becoming one. They only care about the true line, those from the first. That—” the German word had enough anger behind it the wall should have tumbled down “—does not represent the Suzuki family, even if he is from first ones.”\nNiel nodded, his temper cooling. That Kishu was responsible for his actions; no one else. And when Niel got his hands on him, he was going to wring that neck of his, regardless of what his power let him do.\n“Wieland, how mobile are you? Can you get yourself to the door and kick it out? If we can get out of here, we can lose ourselves in the cavern or the temple until they leave. It’s not like we need to worry about food or water.”\n“Kaboom,” Fedor said morosely.\nNiel sighed. “Good point.\n“I do not understand,” the german shepherd said.\n“Who’s to say they aren’t going to blow the entrance when they leave? Sealing us in. I don’t know about you, but I’m not looking forward to centuries of nothing to do until someone discovers this place again.”\n“Want music,” Dario said.\n“I miss my phone already,” Wieland added.\n“That can be easily remedied,” a deep voice with a clear and refined German accent said. The wolf who lead these Neo Nazis stepped by Niel’s door and stopped one over, on the other side. Isamu followed, strutting in his black and gray uniform and ignoring Niel’s glaring. “All that is needed is for you to see reason and come into the fold. We are not unreasonable. All canines will be given the chance to join.”\n“Go fuck yourself,” the German shepherd replied with vehemence. He switched to German, and the disgust at the man, the Nazis, and Isamu came through loud and clear, even if Neil didn’t get most of what he said.\n“I suppose that is your choice,” the wolf said. “Isamu Suzuki, what do you believe we should do with him?”\nThe kishu shrugged. “Whatever we want?” all traces of an accent were gone.\n“Please be serious. I am curious how you believe we should treat people who belong to the same organization you came to us from.”\nThe kishu snorted. “These guys don’t belong to anything I’m part of. As for what we should do? Just use the staff on him. It’s not like we need his approval for that.”\n“There are no guarantees it will make him one of the chosen. What then?”\nHe shrugged. “Lock him in a room and throw women at him. I know a phrase that’ll make sure they get pregnant no matter what he tries to do. I’ll initiate his sons. They’ll give kids to my daughters, and my sons to his daughters. I initiate those as we keep going. In a generation or two, you have soldiers with his strength and my reflexes. They’ll be unstoppable.”\n“Yes, he would do well as a… what is the word, stud? There will be many chosen among the believers. What of the others?” he motioned to Niel and Fedor’s direction.\n“Do you want soldiers who never grow old?” he motioned to Dario’s cell. “His kids are going to be indestructible, hopefully smarter, though.” He grinned.\nThe wolf looked at Isamu and the smirk vanished. “You would allow those…” he looked at him in disdain, “within out rank?” he then leveled the same look on Isamu.\n“No, honored leader,” he said. “I’m only a soldier advising you. They’re less than nothing, but we could try breeding them with some of our women. I have magic, so some of them might live. We do that over and over, and who knows, in time they might be enough to be chosen.”\nThe wolf snorted. “Such would never be pure. Always tainted by those kinds, no matter how they look.”\nIsamu inclined his head. “Then, their role is simple. Asses for the men with that inclination to fuck.”\n“Dream on,” Niel said and gave them the finger.\n“The cat is already as good as broken,” Isamu said. “The other two can be broken in time, since it is being fucked, or die. They will protest at first, but they want to live; the same as everyone. They will get used to it and eventually even crave it.”\nNiel glared at the kishu. He hated that he was right. Two days without sex had been more than he ever wanted to experience again. And people could end up getting used to just about anything.\n“What about this magic you can do? Can’t they use it to escape?”\n“These two don’t know any. Wieland didn’t volunteer anything about his education to me, but I doubt he knows more than I do. That one complained more than once about never being taught what he needed to get out of a situation like this one.”\n“Good.” The wolf gave orders in German. Niel caught Wieland’s name, and something about preparations. Men walked by, a door unlocked, open. Wieland protested as he was dragged away.\n“Why?” Niel asked as Isamu turned to follow his leader. “Come on. You have to know he’s never going to share the power with you. Men like him are only about using people to further their goals. He’s going to discard you the instant you aren’t useful to him anymore.”\nThe kishu turned to face him as men continued to leave. “You think you can turn me against my leader?”\nNiel couldn’t tell if he was offended or amused.\n“I think you’re an idiot for believing anything he told you.”\n“I’m smarter than you,” Isamu said, “considering where you stand.”\n“Look.” Niel did his best to sound reasonable. “I don’t know what he told you that convinced you to work for him, but men like him keep showing up throughout history, and it never ends well for those around them.”\nThe kishu snorted. “What I want is already within our grasp. I will be one of the chosen. I will be remade as one of the master-race. My body will reflect my superiority over those like you.” He walked off before Niel responded, taking the light with him.\nWhy was there still gullible people for the Hitlers of the world to take advantage of?",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Niel ran. He didn’t question why the kishu was running toward the Nazis. The middle of the play was not the time to question it. He’d play his part, as the only one in place for an intercept, and then ask what the fuck was going on. He caught up with Isamu and threw himself at him for the tackle. They went down, but as he tightened his grip on the dog, Niel was rolling away with no one in his arms, only the impression Isamu had wriggled in them, and was now on his feet, running as if he hadn’t even fallen. Dario leaped with a scream and Isamu stopped, turning and raising the staff until the covered end touched the capybara’s chest and, instead of falling onto the kishu, Dario was redirected to the side. The scream became scared as he collided with the side of the stairs. Niel was already running. He glimpsed Fedor at the top of the stairs, helping Wieland, then he was glaring at the kishu’s approaching back. As it came within reach, Isamu spun, hitting Niel with the staff in the chest and shoulder. He gritted his teeth but didn’t stop. If that traitor thought. Isamu stepped to the side, and before Niel could react, he was losing his balance from another hit on his shoulder. Cursing, he reached for the covered staff before it was out of reach, but it was twirling in the air. Pain in his arm and the kishu retreating were the last thing before he hit the ground hard enough his breath left him. That wasn’t stopping him. He’d been knocked down often, but the game wasn’t over so long as you got back up. His arm didn’t move to push him up. What the fuck? It remained limp as he awkwardly maneuvered himself to his feet. How had Isamu managed to hit a nerve in that chaos? Dario screamed angrily as he ran for the kishu, and Isamu stepped around him with a laugh, like this was nothing more than a game, and he was putting on a show. The staff went between the capybara’s legs—when had it gotten back in his hands?—and Dario screamed in angry fear as he tripped and his momentum sent him cascading down the stairs. The distant roar of voices told Niel they were running out of time. He had to get the staff and then…. That was a plan to make after he’d taken it from that traitor. Dario was on his feet again, foaming at the mouth, and moving to get in Isamu’s way. Working together, they should be able to manage that. Dario reached for Isamu, only to get his hand batted aside, and then he was falling back, slipping on a stone. Niel reached for the staff, but it fell out of Isamu’s hand. The grinning kishu caught it with the other, and Niel moved to keep its end from striking his other shoulder, having to shift his footing to avoid losing his balance again, only for the stone his foot landed on to slip and he was on his back, anyway. With a growl, he was up, the finger on his limp arm tingling. Wieland ran by him, screaming, catching up with Isamu with Niel at his side. The kishu skidding to a stop nearly caused the two of them to keep going, but the German shepherd stopped himself in time to throw a punch, only for Isamu to deflect it into Niel. Wieland’s look of terror was the thing Niel saw before flying off his feet from the impact. He crashed and curled in on himself from the pain. Fuck, that hurt. He’d seen Wieland lift the stone altar, so he’d known he was strong, and the german shepherd had to have pulled the punch at the last moment, otherwise Niel’s ribcage would have imploded, but he finally understood something of the Stuber strength. That was it, he decided, once he could breathe and uncurl. He was striking the word should from his mind. The others, minus Fedor, were running in the street now. The Pallas cat was still at the top of the stairs, so far Niel only got the slumped posture before he focused ahead of him. Nazis flew in the air, thrown by Wieland. Dario was screaming, trashing in a Nazi’s arms. Niel leap over the Nazis trying to tackle him, turned, and they crashed on the ground. He was getting there. He’d make the intercept, grab the ball, turn the game around. All he had to do was reach and— Isamu stopped. Niel had a moment of confusion as the kishu turned and offered him the staff, only for it to go up and smack the raccoon under the jaw. Seeing stars, Niel fell on his back, then was under the pileup. By the time he could think and fight back, he had no leverage, and they were careful getting off him, never letting him get it. They held him, and, as Isamu kneeled before the Nazi leader, Niel saw Wieland still trashing under his own pileup as a third syringe was planted in his shoulder. The wolf took the staff from the kishu, saying something Niel didn’t hear, then unwrapped one end. He smiled, said something more, and as Isamu stood, he did so straighter. He looked over his shoulder, grinned at Niel, then the fist in the face ended the offending sight. * * * * * Niel paced yet another cell. He was getting fed up with small rooms with doors he couldn’t open. This one was old stone, thick enough slamming a shoulder in them didn’t do any good. The door was metal bars installed much later than the building’s initial construction, like centuries later. Niel wouldn’t be surprised if they had been installed hours before the four of them were thrown in each of theirs. “Are you okay?” Niel asked Fedor, in the cell facing him, after trying, again, to shake the door out of the hinges. The look the pallas cat gave him, in the indirect light from off to the side, was hollow, defeated. “Do any of you know how Isamu can be working for them?” Niel asked, his anger mounting. “They’re fucking Nazis!” he kicked the bar as hard as he could. The door didn’t even shake. “I don’t think they are fucking anyone,” Wieland replied, the words slurred. “Ha. Ha. I’m not in the mood.” Niel rested his head against the bars. “I guess that means the Suzukis were Nazis all along. He’s Japanese, right? They were allied with them in the war.” He grabbed the bars and shook them. “But come the fuck on! It’s the twenty-first century. No one wants to be Nazi anymore!” Except there was an army outside this building proving him wrong. “Suzuki not Nazi,” Dario said. “Isamu not Suzuki.” “But he has their power. He threw me around like he could read my play. Got Wieland to punch me.” “Sorry.” “Are you saying the Nazis found someone from another faction with the right power, so we’d think he was one of them?” Had Isamu done Society magic? “Isamu is Suzuki blood,” the capybara said. “But not in family.” “You lost me.” Niel thought back to any of the interactions he’d had. “If there’s one thing the Society’s big on, is family. There’s one out there so obsessed it with they kidnapped my best friend’s brother because he’s related to them like centuries ago. Come on Dario, you lost it on Fedor because he walked away from his family.” “Not walk away,” Fedor said weakly. “Searching for better way.” “Suzuki not same, they…” Dario cursed and said a string of angry Spanish. “They don’t care,” Wieland said. “They do not record who had a baby with whom. They do not worry about a son meeting a Survivor and becoming one. They only care about the true line, those from the first. That—” the German word had enough anger behind it the wall should have tumbled down “—does not represent the Suzuki family, even if he is from first ones.” Niel nodded, his temper cooling. That Kishu was responsible for his actions; no one else. And when Niel got his hands on him, he was going to wring that neck of his, regardless of what his power let him do. “Wieland, how mobile are you? Can you get yourself to the door and kick it out? If we can get out of here, we can lose ourselves in the cavern or the temple until they leave. It’s not like we need to worry about food or water.” “Kaboom,” Fedor said morosely. Niel sighed. “Good point. “I do not understand,” the german shepherd said. “Who’s to say they aren’t going to blow the entrance when they leave? Sealing us in. I don’t know about you, but I’m not looking forward to centuries of nothing to do until someone discovers this place again.” “Want music,” Dario said. “I miss my phone already,” Wieland added. “That can be easily remedied,” a deep voice with a clear and refined German accent said. The wolf who lead these Neo Nazis stepped by Niel’s door and stopped one over, on the other side. Isamu followed, strutting in his black and gray uniform and ignoring Niel’s glaring. “All that is needed is for you to see reason and come into the fold. We are not unreasonable. All canines will be given the chance to join.” “Go fuck yourself,” the German shepherd replied with vehemence. He switched to German, and the disgust at the man, the Nazis, and Isamu came through loud and clear, even if Neil didn’t get most of what he said. “I suppose that is your choice,” the wolf said. “Isamu Suzuki, what do you believe we should do with him?” The kishu shrugged. “Whatever we want?” all traces of an accent were gone. “Please be serious. I am curious how you believe we should treat people who belong to the same organization you came to us from.” The kishu snorted. “These guys don’t belong to anything I’m part of. As for what we should do? Just use the staff on him. It’s not like we need his approval for that.” “There are no guarantees it will make him one of the chosen. What then?” He shrugged. “Lock him in a room and throw women at him. I know a phrase that’ll make sure they get pregnant no matter what he tries to do. I’ll initiate his sons. They’ll give kids to my daughters, and my sons to his daughters. I initiate those as we keep going. In a generation or two, you have soldiers with his strength and my reflexes. They’ll be unstoppable.” “Yes, he would do well as a… what is the word, stud? There will be many chosen among the believers. What of the others?” he motioned to Niel and Fedor’s direction. “Do you want soldiers who never grow old?” he motioned to Dario’s cell. “His kids are going to be indestructible, hopefully smarter, though.” He grinned. The wolf looked at Isamu and the smirk vanished. “You would allow those…” he looked at him in disdain, “within out rank?” he then leveled the same look on Isamu. “No, honored leader,” he said. “I’m only a soldier advising you. They’re less than nothing, but we could try breeding them with some of our women. I have magic, so some of them might live. We do that over and over, and who knows, in time they might be enough to be chosen.” The wolf snorted. “Such would never be pure. Always tainted by those kinds, no matter how they look.” Isamu inclined his head. “Then, their role is simple. Asses for the men with that inclination to fuck.” “Dream on,” Niel said and gave them the finger. “The cat is already as good as broken,” Isamu said. “The other two can be broken in time, since it is being fucked, or die. They will protest at first, but they want to live; the same as everyone. They will get used to it and eventually even crave it.” Niel glared at the kishu. He hated that he was right. Two days without sex had been more than he ever wanted to experience again. And people could end up getting used to just about anything. “What about this magic you can do? Can’t they use it to escape?” “These two don’t know any. Wieland didn’t volunteer anything about his education to me, but I doubt he knows more than I do. That one complained more than once about never being taught what he needed to get out of a situation like this one.” “Good.” The wolf gave orders in German. Niel caught Wieland’s name, and something about preparations. Men walked by, a door unlocked, open. Wieland protested as he was dragged away. “Why?” Niel asked as Isamu turned to follow his leader. “Come on. You have to know he’s never going to share the power with you. Men like him are only about using people to further their goals. He’s going to discard you the instant you aren’t useful to him anymore.” The kishu turned to face him as men continued to leave. “You think you can turn me against my leader?” Niel couldn’t tell if he was offended or amused. “I think you’re an idiot for believing anything he told you.” “I’m smarter than you,” Isamu said, “considering where you stand.” “Look.” Niel did his best to sound reasonable. “I don’t know what he told you that convinced you to work for him, but men like him keep showing up throughout history, and it never ends well for those around them.” The kishu snorted. “What I want is already within our grasp. I will be one of the chosen. I will be remade as one of the master-race. My body will reflect my superiority over those like you.” He walked off before Niel responded, taking the light with him. Why was there still gullible people for the Hitlers of the world to take advantage of?",
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