Limestone and Marble Beat Up a Neo-Nazi
Marble and Limstone Beat Up a Neo-Nazi
Marble and Limstone Beat up a Neo-Nazi
Introduction
This is just a short story that takes place during the events of Blackned Days storyline, but I don’t know where it would fit, so it will be one (or many) side stories that will be canon, but not in the fanfiction chapters. Enjoy, and remember, Nazi Punks Fuck Off!
Never Show up at our shows again
It was 11 pm outside of the Betrunkenes Pferd. The girls had got done performing their first gig and emotions were high; despite the depressing music they had performed, the poison had been drained from their souls. As the girls were packing up, Marble and Limestone—or Midnight and Verlorener—were speaking to each other next to an alleyway. Despite being thirteen feet away from the others, they decided to converse in German; the girls would only do this in public when English speakers were around and it had become another way the eldest and the youngest showed they had formed a familial bond and that they would be there for each other no matter what.
“I can’t believe we had our first gig!”Midnight said with glee in her violet eyes.
“Relax Midnight, don’t act like a giddy schoolgirl,”Verlorener said. “But yeah, it was pretty awesome.”
Midnight lifted her mask a little to scratch her face; ever since they started releasing singles and EPs the girls had to wear costumes to protect their identity, the Pie sisters chose to wear masks they made. The masks they wore were two separate ones, the top half was made of clay whilst the bottom half was made of silk.
The top of Midnight’s represented a skull, it was fashioned to look as if it were cracked and bound to break at any moment. Her mask was painted black and had the word “STILL”written in white.
Verlorener's upper mask was painted black and had thin red streaks to represent blood flowing down from it. Her silk mask was painted white and had the “HÜDIN”written in red sharpie.
The clothing they wore varied from member to member, Midnight wore a dress akin to a poor peasant woman from feudal Germany, which in reality was her great-great-great grandmother’s clothes that were still intact from head to toe. Her most defining feature however was her headscarf, which looked more akin to eastern European female headwear.
Verlorener’s clothing was more black, metal-esque to a degree. Whilst she wore an upper white tank top, her choice of pants tended to be that of leather with strings attached. Her shoes were steel-toed boots and had black leather bracelets around her wrists. Limestone would normally never wear this in public, but Verlorener had no issue with it.
“Can I take this mask off? I am all sweaty and itchy,”said Midnight
“Wait until we get in the car, we don’t want to risk someone coming back here,”replied Verlorener.
“Like anyone wants to come back here and see us,” Midnight retorted.“We are just a bunch of young women who just started at a dive bar.”
“Hey, there you two are!”
Verlorene and Midnight looked down the alley way to see a man in his mid-twenties walking towards them.
“I loved your music! I haven’t heard something so raw, and yet so sincere in a long time,” the man said.
He spoke in perfect German and his dialect sounded like he came from the neighboring German speaking town.
“See what I mean?”Verlorene whispered to Midnight.
As the man came into the light, the girls got a better look at him. They were anything but pleased.
The man wore a wife beater T-shirt painted black with a white swastika in the middle of it. He had a buzzcut that showed he had gotten his hair cut almost a week ago as the faint lines of follicles showed glimmering in the light. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he three pins on his shirt. The first one of course was that of another swastika, the second one showed an antifascist getting beat up with the words “Goodnight Left side” written on it. The last pin was the one that broke the camel's back for both women, a crossed-out trans flag with the words “You are man, not a woman.”
Verlorener felt her stomach turn, and clenched her fist. If there was a list of things she hated, Nazis were in the top five, and she was not the only one to feel that way. The hatred for Nazis was instilled to all the Pie children from both Cloudy Quartz and Igneous Pie.
“Remember, Kinder,” Igneous had said to his young daughters, “we do not tolerate people that have a prejudice against the oppressed. And none are so vile and repugnant then that of a fascist, and a Nazi is the worst kind of this inbred ilk!”
All four children sat on the floor looking up at the piercing gaze of a stern Igneous as he puffed on his pipe.
“Now girls.” The young kids’ heads turned towards their mother in the rocking chair. “We normally do not encourage violence unless it is defensive, but if you see a Nazi, and you are confident in your skills…”
She took a sip from her herbal rock tea. “Make sure they not only can never walk again, but that they are afraid of showing their God-forsaken faces again!”
Verlorener shifted her eyes towards her younger sister; Midnight was breathing heavily. Normally, she wasn’t a violent girl and rarely did she ever get violent. But when she did, all three sisters knew and this breathing, this enraged energy she felt emanating from her little sister told Verlorener what was about to occur next.
“I never see many females in the black metal scene,” continued the punk, “but when I do, I am never disappointed. I was amazed by your music, lyrics and performance, that I am honored to have witnessed your first live show. I just wanted to say, you guys fucking rock.”
“Verlorener,” Midnight whispered forcefully through her gritted teeth.
Verlonrener saw her sister’s eyes, no longer were her milky white sclera encompassed her garnet like iris but were blood red from intense hatred. Her voice, no longer quiet, but gruff like a Valkyrie ready for battle.
“Follow my lead,” Verlonrener whispered back.
“Thank you, Mr…
“You can call me Henrich.”
A blood vessel popped on both girls’ forehead.
“Henrich,” Verlonrener said with a hint of disgust.
“We appreciate you coming here and telling us that, and you know, the night is still young,” Verlonrener said in a sultry tone.
Henrich’s heart skipped a beat, his palms now drenched in sweat.
“Yeah, i-it is,” he said nervously.
“My bandmate and I love a man that is not afraid to show who he is in public. Nothing turns us on more than seeing people like you,” the elder sister continued in her bothered honey tone.
Henrich gulped hard.
“T-Thank you. I-I have to show pride in our r-race.”
Midnight swore in old Ponish under her breath.
Verlorener elbowed her sister.
“How about we show our appreciation. Will a blowjob do?” asked the eldest seductively.
“S-S-Sure!” Henrich said with a tone mixed with nervousness and joy.
“Ok, let's go down the alley, I don’t want my mates to see what we are doing.”
Without any question or hesitation the three walked down towards the dark alley, and when the women were sure they were officially out of earshot and eyesight, Midnight was the first to break the ice.
“You should’ve stayed home, ARSCHFIKCER!”
Before Henrich could even process what Midnight had just said to him, he felt her fist connect to the side of his stomach.
“Gah! What the hell?” he asked.
Verlorener placed her left hand under his chin and turned him towards her direction, and with her right fist punched the little shit in his jaw.
Henrich felt like he had been first punched by hammer, and then punched by a brick. He stumbled a bit and looked up at the two women. Scared, he didn’t know what to do. He tried to fight back, by first trying to punch Midnight, but she dodged and returned with round house kick to his gut.
Henrich let out a loud oof but had no time to react to what was about to happen next, as Verlorener delivered a front kick to his face, sending him flying in the air and landing on the ground.
Her steel toed boot busted his nose, and crimson liquid flowed from his nostrils. The warm fluid flowed down to his face, his once silky white underwear soiled.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the two masked figures above him, a wave of terror shuddered through his carcass.
Midnight placed her foot on his crotch and stared at the frightened maggot.
Henrich shook his head no, begging for her to not continue, but all he could see through that mask were demonic eyes that came from the deepest pits of the hottest precincts of hell, and it was at this moment he knew his next stop was the emergency room.
Midnight lifted her foot and with the force of a steel ton beam, stomped on the man's crotch causing him to scream, but his screams were not audible as the blood from his nose filled his mouth. All that could be heard was gurgling and coughing.
Verlorener walked down towards the head of Henrich and squatted down.
“You see Henrich, we don’t like people like you. You think you are the most powerful person because your skin is a different color.”She hocked a loogie on his left eye. “But in reality, you are just a bunch of insane, feeble minded, group of clowns that can’t fight for shit! Tell this to your other special snowflake friends, we don’t want to see another Nazi or a fascist in our audience again, and if you think you can take us on, we have family too, and our families, they have a strong hatred for the likes of you. So do us a favor, and never show your goddamn subhuman face at one of our shows again!”
Verlorener stood back up. Henrich felt as if it was finally over.
“Oh, and one more thing, if you snitch on us, we will find you, we have friends that can look your ass up, and I have an eidetic memory, jackass!”Verlorener turned towards her sister. “I’ll leave the rest to you. Don’t kill him though; we want him to tell his friends about this.”
Verlorener leaned against the alley wall and took out a pack of cigarettes. She lifted her mask, put the stick in her mouth and lit it up. Henrich looked back towards Midnight, only to regret making that decision as all he saw was the eyes of a hellspawn. A woman he would’ve said is the master race. The next thing he saw was her foot.
Midnight had stomped on the man’s head ten times and kicked in his abdomen about fifteen. Each stomp and kick was worse than the last, by the end of it Henrich couldn’t even open his eyes, and he felt like he could vomit out his stomach.
Midnight made sure he was still alive, and even asked if he could hear her.
“Y-y-yes,”said the fearful dung with tears streaming from his face.
“I AM A WOMAN, AND NO ONE WILL EVER TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME!”Midnight said in guttural deep voice akin to an angry warrior on the field of Valhalla.
And with that, Midnight kicked the man in his lower back, damn near breaking it.
Henrich let out a raspy scream.
“You done?”asked Verlorener.
“Yeah, I’m done. Let's go, I need to wash the stain of shit from my shoe.”
The two sisters left the punk in the middle of the alleyway. The next day the paper reported that a Neo-Nazi was severely beaten in the alley way off of Thalman Street.
“Heh,” chuckled Igneous.
The two Pie sisters looked up from their bowls and turned their attention towards their father
“What’s funny dear?” asked Cloudy.
“Nothing, just that a Nazi got his no good Arsch kicked in an alley way,” he replied.
“Oh, that is quite funny. He got what he deserved,” said Cloudy.
Lime and Marble looked at each other and smiled as they resumed with their breakfast.
