Post by vastrix on Oct 19, 2022 23:06:42 GMT -5
Blood and spittle sprays across the room, but we do not see from whom this is coming from. We see Armand von Krauss in a tailored suit that likely costs more than what some small nations can afford. He shakes his hand to get the excess blood off of it with a grim smile.
Armand von Krauss: Now. Who are you?
Now, we see the target of his punches. A well built man stripped to his tidy whitey underwear and hanging from the railing of the flying airship. His wrists are bound to the railing and he hands with his head down, blood streaming from his nose and mouth. The deep purple bruises on the side of his face tell the tale of this having been done for some time.
Man: I…I am Donzig.
Armand seems to consider this answer before delivering a hard right hand to the bruised side of the face, opening up a gash by his eye.
Armand von Krauss: You are not. I have met Donzig and you are not him.
Donzig: Who do you think took my name?
Armand breathes in deep and reaches into his inside pocket to get himself an Egyptian cigarette that he lights up. He cocks his head as he looks at the man who claims to be Donzig. He casually kicks the man in the gut.
Armand von Krauss: A fallacy. Donzig would have killed the previous owner of the name.
Donzig: He…he tried, but I survived.
Armand von Krauss: And hid. Why do I not believe you?
Donzig spits a wad of blood and phlegm at Armand, but it doesn’t quite reach his foot. Armand seems to consider the attempt at disrespect and smiles.
Armand von Krauss: What? No witty retort? Have I broken the great so called previous Donzig?
Armand squats down to get to Donzig’s eye level as he speaks, but still out of what was his proven spitting range.
Donzig: I just wanted you to get close.
He spits again, this time getting the blood and snot onto Armand’s tailored jacket. Armand nods and takes another long drag from his cigarette before smashing him in the face with a few more right hands. A crack rings out as the man’s cheek bone snaps. The self proclaimed Donzig hangs his head down, blood pouring from his face.
Armand von Krauss: Defiant to the end, I see. What do you have to say before we end things?
Donzig strains to break the ropes that bind him to the railing and attempts to stand up, but fails. He yells, blood frothing at the mouth as he does so.
Donzig: I will get free and see your body broken at my feet! I will hurt you so badly that your children will bear the scars! I-
Armand backhands him into silence with a grin.
Armand von Krauss: There is the Donzig spark. The level of madness that only a Donzig can really hope to attain.
Donzig: I am not insane! I am Donzig and the world trembles at the mere whisper of my name. I-
Armand plunges his fingertips into the man’s body in order to get a grip on the right collar bone. He grips hard and rips the bone free from the man with a shower of blood that covers Armand’s suit. Donzig screams in pain and horror at the damage done to him.
Armand von Krauss: Are you brave now? Do you have harsh threats for me now? Where is that mad bravado?
Tears roll down the man’s cheeks to mix with the blood.
Donzig: Please…don’t kill me.
Armand von Krauss: What’s that? I can’t hear you? Has it come to this? The so-called previous Donzig begging for his life? I would have thought you made of sterner stuff.
Donzig struggles again to break free, but only his left arm moves. He sighs.
Donzig: I will…I will…kill…you.
Armand flicks ashes into the wind with a chuckle.
Armand von Krauss: There it is. An insane courage until the bitter end.
He puts the butt of his Egyptian cigarette out against the unbruised side of the man’s face, but after having a bone ripped out of his body. This pain is nothing. He hardly stirs as Armand grinds the cigarette butt into his face.
Armand von Krauss: You know what? I will free you.
The man looks up, hope blossoming in his eyes.
Donzig: Thank you.
Armand flicks his cigarette butt over the side of the ship and begins to untie the man. He pulls the self-proclaimed Donzig to his feet and places what appears to be an explosive device onto his chest and begins to lift him up. Shock and fear register on the man’s face as he recognizes what’s going to happen.
Donzig: What? No! I can help you defeat Donzig!
Armand von Krauss: I already have. I’ve played Donzig as I’ve played you. Goodbye, Donzig.
Armand hurls the man over the side of the airship, watches as he falls clear of the ship, and presses a button on a remote control. The plastic explosive detonates, turning the man who claimed to be the last Donzig into a red mist and kibble for the fish in the North Sea far below.
Armand von Krauss: I still think he was lying to me to try to get fans to buy his homemade merchandise, but the lesson remains true. Donzig, when I get my hands on you. It may be our final encounter if you can not bring yourself to recognize the superiority of myself and my wife to allow us to lead you. The horrors only get worse from here. You must know this.
Armand looks at the bloody collar bone in his hand that still has connective tissue on it. He shrugs and throws it overboard.
Armand von Krauss: Be seeing you soon, Donzig.
Armand von Krauss: Now. Who are you?
Now, we see the target of his punches. A well built man stripped to his tidy whitey underwear and hanging from the railing of the flying airship. His wrists are bound to the railing and he hands with his head down, blood streaming from his nose and mouth. The deep purple bruises on the side of his face tell the tale of this having been done for some time.
Man: I…I am Donzig.
Armand seems to consider this answer before delivering a hard right hand to the bruised side of the face, opening up a gash by his eye.
Armand von Krauss: You are not. I have met Donzig and you are not him.
Donzig: Who do you think took my name?
Armand breathes in deep and reaches into his inside pocket to get himself an Egyptian cigarette that he lights up. He cocks his head as he looks at the man who claims to be Donzig. He casually kicks the man in the gut.
Armand von Krauss: A fallacy. Donzig would have killed the previous owner of the name.
Donzig: He…he tried, but I survived.
Armand von Krauss: And hid. Why do I not believe you?
Donzig spits a wad of blood and phlegm at Armand, but it doesn’t quite reach his foot. Armand seems to consider the attempt at disrespect and smiles.
Armand von Krauss: What? No witty retort? Have I broken the great so called previous Donzig?
Armand squats down to get to Donzig’s eye level as he speaks, but still out of what was his proven spitting range.
Donzig: I just wanted you to get close.
He spits again, this time getting the blood and snot onto Armand’s tailored jacket. Armand nods and takes another long drag from his cigarette before smashing him in the face with a few more right hands. A crack rings out as the man’s cheek bone snaps. The self proclaimed Donzig hangs his head down, blood pouring from his face.
Armand von Krauss: Defiant to the end, I see. What do you have to say before we end things?
Donzig strains to break the ropes that bind him to the railing and attempts to stand up, but fails. He yells, blood frothing at the mouth as he does so.
Donzig: I will get free and see your body broken at my feet! I will hurt you so badly that your children will bear the scars! I-
Armand backhands him into silence with a grin.
Armand von Krauss: There is the Donzig spark. The level of madness that only a Donzig can really hope to attain.
Donzig: I am not insane! I am Donzig and the world trembles at the mere whisper of my name. I-
Armand plunges his fingertips into the man’s body in order to get a grip on the right collar bone. He grips hard and rips the bone free from the man with a shower of blood that covers Armand’s suit. Donzig screams in pain and horror at the damage done to him.
Armand von Krauss: Are you brave now? Do you have harsh threats for me now? Where is that mad bravado?
Tears roll down the man’s cheeks to mix with the blood.
Donzig: Please…don’t kill me.
Armand von Krauss: What’s that? I can’t hear you? Has it come to this? The so-called previous Donzig begging for his life? I would have thought you made of sterner stuff.
Donzig struggles again to break free, but only his left arm moves. He sighs.
Donzig: I will…I will…kill…you.
Armand flicks ashes into the wind with a chuckle.
Armand von Krauss: There it is. An insane courage until the bitter end.
He puts the butt of his Egyptian cigarette out against the unbruised side of the man’s face, but after having a bone ripped out of his body. This pain is nothing. He hardly stirs as Armand grinds the cigarette butt into his face.
Armand von Krauss: You know what? I will free you.
The man looks up, hope blossoming in his eyes.
Donzig: Thank you.
Armand flicks his cigarette butt over the side of the ship and begins to untie the man. He pulls the self-proclaimed Donzig to his feet and places what appears to be an explosive device onto his chest and begins to lift him up. Shock and fear register on the man’s face as he recognizes what’s going to happen.
Donzig: What? No! I can help you defeat Donzig!
Armand von Krauss: I already have. I’ve played Donzig as I’ve played you. Goodbye, Donzig.
Armand hurls the man over the side of the airship, watches as he falls clear of the ship, and presses a button on a remote control. The plastic explosive detonates, turning the man who claimed to be the last Donzig into a red mist and kibble for the fish in the North Sea far below.
Armand von Krauss: I still think he was lying to me to try to get fans to buy his homemade merchandise, but the lesson remains true. Donzig, when I get my hands on you. It may be our final encounter if you can not bring yourself to recognize the superiority of myself and my wife to allow us to lead you. The horrors only get worse from here. You must know this.
Armand looks at the bloody collar bone in his hand that still has connective tissue on it. He shrugs and throws it overboard.
Armand von Krauss: Be seeing you soon, Donzig.
