"Wake up hun. Time to be groomed." Hemlock says with warm malice.
I wake up in a cell, with Hemlock standing by the door with a painted stick. A kendo sword painted purple with a green hilt. No guard. It's a basic stick.
"Hemlock, you know I hate when you do this. You're not supposed to give beatings and lecture people like an abusive priest." I say, angry and nervous.
I stand up and find I'm relatively unharmed. I can handle Hemlock. Maybe. That kick was strong cause of his adrenaline, I guess. He's always been weird to handle. I wish Father was here. He always won.
"I am not a Priest! I'm a Preacher of my Will. Don't compare me to the church, fool." Hemlock says angrily.
Hemlock sighs and facepalms. Then he smiles awkwardly.
"Babe, don't make me hurt you. Let's work together. Aren't you sick of being on the wrong side? I know you're a spoiled Nugget of the Military. But you're smart. And read good books sometimes. Like Spider-Man. And you liked RWBY. I know there's good morality in your soul." Hemlock says warmly.
I grit my teeth and ready my fists in a boxing stance.
"Bitch, you've kidnapped me. You're against America's will." I say with angry malice.
"Ruben, you are groomed wrong by America, your father, and the Church. We've been through many memes together. Your father says you'll get a wife for this, huh? Maybe Tina? She'll cuck you, ya know. Cause of the church." Hemlock teases with sadistic amusement.
"You always criticize the church when you lecture me. Why?" I ask angrily.
"Cause the Church is a major part of America's will. And it isn't worth fighting for. Not like this. We must mold America into something better. And molding America means we must mold their religion. Cause the tv is fine." Hemlock says, dramatic, serious.
My eyes widen as I stare at this fucking schizo. I'm confused and angry.
"What do you mean the tv is fine? What have you been watching?" I ask angrily.
"The news mainly. They always say stuff like rape and pedophilia is bad. But the church condones it. As does Donald Trump, our current President. It's obvious we must change America by any means necessary. Even with force like this." Hemlock says coldly.
Hemlock sighs as I cock back a fist.
"Don't make me hurt you. I want you to change." Hemlock says sadly.
"Why should I even discuss this with you? You're taking over America! Over fucking dumb fucks like Spider-Man that aren't even real! And the news!? The news is fake, moron!" I yell angrily.
Hemlock chuckles sadly, and readies himself like he's Tidus from FF10.
"You are the one who is fake to me. Where do you get your news from anyway?" Hemlock says coldly.
"I get it from whatsapp and my bible group. And my father! What's it to you!?" I ask angrily.
Hemlock's eyes are like a snake's. Nearly closed and looking at me with deadly malice.
"Can we watch the real news hun? Like the Daily Show? Or even FOX News? The President likes FOX." Hemlock asks nicely with an undertone of malice and sadness.
"I don't trust mainstream news." I say angrily. "Quit grooming me. Let me go, Hemlock." I growl angrily.
"I am more American than you. You're too much of a Christian meme to me now. I've been trying to change you for a long time since you're gay. You might be a hopeless case." Hemlock says, sad and cold.
"Hemlock, I am so sick of your shit. Let me go or die. I can take you." I say angrily.
I hear snickers off in the distance. It sounds like that bitch August.
"Can you take everyone else, Golden Boy? I've always wondered why they even give you the rank of Nugget. Why are you important? I always blame your father. But you can barely make a gunblade." Hemlock teases with smug malice.
I surge forward with super speed and try punching Hemlock in the jaw. Hemlock smirks. And bites my hand. In a second, he rips my index finger and middle finger off my hand. Smirks. Chews them. And swallows.
"Ruben, I'm a cannibal. I'm stronger than you now. I've had a lot of fights since my fight with your father. And I've improved." Hemlock says angrily.
I heal my fingers back, wind and light forming around my fingers. Seconds past, the light melts away in a flurry of yellow dots. And my fingers are back. I'm shaking as I hear him speak through the pain.
"Hemlock, you're a monster." I say angrily.
"And you're a rapist. Where is your mom?" Hemlock says angrily.
"What?" I ask, confused.
"Ruben, where is your mom? I've never met your mom." Hemlock says angrily. "Did you rape her to death? I know rape can take muscle strands from women. I've heard many rapist soldiers rape their moms to death to join the military. Or just rape their mom period."
I smirk cockily.
"What if I did, bitch?" I say angrily. "Fermandahyde makes you strong bitch. And I needed all the Fermandahyde-M I can get. It's like a second skin that you couldn't even begin to pierce."
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Hemlock's POV
"I was afraid of that. And here I thought I loved you. Now my soul demands your death." Hemlock says angrily.
I unsheathe my sword, throwing aside the wooden case. I have a katana. A steel katana. And I draw a revolver. Ruben becomes nervous, smiling sheepishly.
"Come on babe. We used to have so much fun together." Ruben says, nice and nervous.
I aim and fire the pistol. He tanks the shot, stumbling back. I lunge forward, thrusting the sword into his chest. It barely scratches him. I aim my revolver at the bottom of the hilt. And fire. Using the bullet's power to hammer the sword through his skin. It goes in deeper, but is thick. I sigh angrily.
"So you're Immortal. So am I." I say, annoyed.
I hear the sound of boots clicking down the hall. I turn briefly and see August. Holding smoking beakers and a cigarette in her mouth.
"Get out Hemlock. It's time to do chemistry. I'm melting him with what we have on hand. Bleach, skim milk, orange juice, citric acid, and batteries." August says angrily.
I try backing out, but Ruben gets too excited when he sees August. I become protective and angry. And swing my sword rapidly at Ruben. It smacks into him like a club, and slides down his skin like its a rubber tire. He is as tough as me, it seems. If not tougher. His skin feels weird to my blade. Like a fat, brick wall. Mixed with meat.
August opens the door with her mind, and enters the room. She pours it on Ruben's face and shoulders. All the beakers. Then ashes her cigarette in his mouth. Starting the chemical reaction where he begins melting.
"Are you going to eat him? It'll kill him faster." August says coldly.
I look at him with disgust. And at least spit on Ruben. It makes him melt even more. August smirks, and spits as well. The smoke intensifies around Ruben now, becoming almost like an aura.
Ruben rips his pants off, and surges towards August. His thighs are weird. Like he ripped them. And they are almost breathing to me.
August blasts him backwards with dual Desert Eagles. Pinning Ruben to the wall. Then she approaches him. And pins him down further with a bullet on each shoulder, his elbows, his thighs, his kneecaps, and his feet. Then she steps back, and smirks.
"Ruben, you seemed like a good kid to me. I hate that you're a rapist." August says, smug and bored.
Ruben is already shrinking. August smiles at me, and takes my hand with hers. She pulls me out the cell. And locks the door behind her.
"I have plans for killing an immortal. It will take a while. A long while. Especially since he wears his mom's skin. It's two bodies to work through. Come on. We have work to do if we're gonna smoke him to death." August says warmly.
She hands me a weed vape. And I begin smoking.
"I forgot about this trick." I say, mildly sad and cold.
August pulls out another weed vape and a nicotine vape. And we smoke. For hours. Intensifying the effects of our acid with our smoke. Until Ruben turns to dust.