Berserker's Story

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Berserker's Story

part one

....Slamming her father’s ax into the window, she climbed through the broken glass and into the house. She heard someone scamper up the stairs, but she’d get them soon enough. First, she needed her guitar–the only joy she’d had in life.

Her fingers trembled against the deadbolt slightly as she unlocked her door, remembering the times her father had locked her in. Her head pounded, filling with static as she opened the door, looking around for a moment. She went to her closet to see her guitar was gone–someone would have to pay.

The sound of the basement door slamming made her whirl around, and she made her way to it, purposeful and deliberate. “Knock knock,” she drawled, rapping her knuckles on the door. She tried the handle–locked. Oh, well. She didn’t particularly care if she made a mess or not.

Her father’s ax bit into the wood a few times before she shoved it open. The door swung open and she made her way down the stairs, dragging her nails against the cold stone walls. “Anyone home?”

As she reached the bottom, her eyes scanned the room, looking for her victim. She spied her guitar and her scowl split into a grin, running towards it and lovingly pulling it off the hook on the wall. “There you are, beautiful,” she purred, running her fingers along the strings, making sure her baby was still tuned.

A soft scuffle drew her attention away from her reunion. She held her guitar in one hand, her father’s ax in her other, and drew closer to her cowering victim. Her eyes met her father’s, and she let out a soft, sadistic chuckle.

“Maverick, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” he demanded of her.

“I’ve told you, my name’s Mav,” she hissed, dropping the ax and holding her guitar by the neck with both hands, her fingers wrapping around the strings she had worked her ass off to buy, and swung.

Mav grinned as her father’s brain and blood splattered her face, her clothes, her guitar. She licked a bit off of her, savoring the taste. “Poor Daddy,” she mocked, picking up an ax and splitting his stomach open before flinging it against the wall, ripping him open with her hands and a knife. She ripped out his guts and flung them against the wall; then she ripped out his still-beating heart. She devoured his heart, licked his shattered skull clean, and dragged him up the stairs, chuckling sadistically at each thump of his head against the stairs.

Turning on her heels happily she headed up the stairs to her parent’s bedroom, where her mother had fled to when she broke in. The door was locked, but no problem, all she needed to do was kick it in. Wood splintered and cracked as the door broke against her onslaught.

“Hi honey.” Mav beamed, pushing the door away. “Do you remember me? Maverick, your son. Call me Mav, though–or even  better, how about Berserker?!” She giggled, picking up a splinter of wood. “Oh, and before you ask, Daddy’s brains are staining the carpet, so don’t expect him to help any time soon.”

“Why…why are you doing this!?” Cried the terrified woman, backing up into her corner or the room.

“Why? Why? Because you let him hurt me. You let the priest molest me. You let Daddy force me into an abortion. Now, I’m going to make things right.” She let out another hysterical giggle, throwing her mother onto the bed before pinning her down. Grinning widely, she drove the wooden stake into her mother’s neck. “I always hated when you spoke. You sounded so goddamn sappy, like sucking Daddy’s dick wasn’t enough ass-kissin’ for you to be satisfied. Now, this way, I can silence you, silence that annoying, slutty-ass whimper!”

With a smirk, Mav pulled the stake out of her mother’s neck before driving it into her mouth, wrenching her jaw open and stabbing through the back of her throat. Blood burst from her mother’s mouth, covering Mav’s hands as she started to breath heavily, laughing and twisting the stake around. Again she pulled the stake out, this time aiming for the woman’s lifeless eyes, gouging them out and splitting her skull open, tearing the two halves apart so she could feast.

She then drug her mother down the stairs, her empty head thumping against each step and leaking fluid. Her mother was thrown on top of her father, his skull shattered and licked clean, his chest and stomach cavity shredded from her brutal disemboweling. She went to find where she had left the ax she used to mutilate her father; then she came back and hacked her parents to bits before cooking them similarly to how her mother had always cooked the ham she made for Christmas.

Drooling from the smell of cooking meat, Berserker ate her fill, thinking that it really should be more readily available. She had stolen scraps of meat after her mother cooked, and her mother hadn't exactly starved her, but nothing tasted quite as good as this. She then took the rest of what remained of her parents and tossed them to her neighbor’s dogs. They snapped it up, bloodying her fingers and making her giggle as she petted them, scratching behind their ears and rubbing their heads. A moment later, she started a fire, burning her house down.

Finally, Berserker came back to the church she had been molested at time and time again. She had her guitar slung over her back, her father’s ax in one hand, a bag of gas-soaked gunpowder n the other, and an assortment of knives in her belt. She kicked the door of the church open, scattering her explosive dust as she walked along the halls.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Berserker called, dropping the bag of gunpowder and grabbing the ax with both hands, swinging it into a picture of Jesus being crucified, cutting it in half before picking up part of it and flinging it against a stained glass window. “You wanna meet God, don’t ya?! Meet him like my parents are doin’ right now?!”

The priest came out from a back room, in his bed clothes–probably just woke up, Berserker muses.

“Maverick, what….what in God’s name are you doing here, and why are you talking about your parents like that?” He asked tiredly, but slowly started to notice something about the person standing in front of him, startled into alertness. “Maverick..what’s wrong with you?”

Mav simply grinned, dripping blood as she gripped her guitar in both hands. “Please, call me Berserker, that name’s the one I like best.” She jumped over a pew with one stride to meet his gaze with her own soulless, green eyes. Taking no time to hesitate or allow him to fight back she slammed her guitar into his head, swinging it again–lower this time–and grinning at the crack of his bones breaking. His head bleeding from the open wound and spinning from impact he staged to one side, collapsing to all fours. Making an attempt to speak he just shuddered and coughed blood.

“What’s wrong? Is this too much for your silly little head to handle?” She giggled, prying his eye out with her knife and taking a bite out of it. “You really are stupid, you know that?”

The priest screamed in pain, and she covered his mouth with a hand. “Shut up,” she hissed, wrenching his jaw apart and cutting out his tongue. “You’re not allowed to scream, you freak. You don’t deserve anyone to know you’re hurting!”

Her knife went down on his crotch. A worldless howl of pain, and she lopped off one hand with her axe, then the other. “Didn’t I tell you to shut your goddamn trap?” she asked in a low snarl, stomping on the back of his head, sending his face down against the wooden floor boards. “I always knew you were a coward, even while you were raping me.” Again she stomped hard on the back of his head. “But you did nothing, just idley sat back and let everything fall apart, making yourself feel better by molesting a small girl.”  Another stomp on the back of his head, a groan leaving him. “I killed and ate my father, I killed and ate my mother, and now I’m going to kill and eat you, because that’s what you deserve.” Again she stomped, this time her foot slipping through his skull, covering her boots with blood and grey matter, but she didn’t once stop. “You stupid men of God, always taking advantage of those around you. It’s sickening!” With a final stomp Mav felt her foot against the wooden floor. “...God dammit, didn’t get to finish my speech, what a horrible shame.. guess I’m not cut out for these long monolugues….” She shrugged, grabbing the bloody mess of his head and slamming it into a pew, shattering his skull and spraying the surrounding area with blood and skull shards and scraps of brain tissue.

“Whoops,” she said, giggling as she cut off what was left of his head, devouring what she could. Her tongue scraped against the inside of his shattered skull, her face covered in blood and grey-pink bits of meat. She licked her lips, then picked up the largest piece of skull she could find. Closing one eye, she aimed it at another window, shattering the stained glass. She heard a shriek of fear from outside and practically lost herself in a fit of laughter, only coming out of it when she heard sirens coming.

“Oh, what a shame,” she muttered. “Looks like I must bid you adieu!”

A week had passed since she killed the priest, and Berserker was hungry again. She wanted her whole family dead and devoured, and had already eaten her parents and her sister. Her sister had been cannibalized out of sick, twisted “love,” as she called it, saying she didn’t want her sister to continue to suffer from the terminal illness that left her bedridden and hospitalized. Berserker had eaten her sister with an almost heavy heart, carving out her heart and eating it while her sister laid in her lap, and she refused to mutilate her sister as viciously as she had done to everyone else. She disemboweled her sister and stitched her back up, closing her eyes and leaving blood all over, then went to leave.

A nurse stopped her and she turned on the nurse, slamming her head into the wall and twisting her neck, killing her quickly. She beat the nurse’s head against the wall until it cracked and she got her reward, then used her long, jagged nails to rip out the nurse’s guts, devouring as much as she could before someone came. She left bloody hand prints all over the walls simply to freak people out, then managed to disappear among the crowds outside.

Again Berserker struck against a sibling, this time her older brother. She had nothing against him in particular except him having been her parent’s favorite, but she had promised to end her bloodline and satisfy her hunger, so she had to kill him. She managed to get him out of his house and on the streets, where she began to maul and cannibalize him. Police arrived on the scene when her brother’s wife frantically called 911, and Berserker was found in the process of devouring him, her face already covered in blood and grey matter as she was licking his skull clean, having torn it open.

The police shot at her, forcing her to flee into the woods. The dogs came out but came up with nothing. Berserker was tending to her wounds, stitching herself up with the intestines of a deer carcass she came across. She finished her job and ravaged the carcass, wolfing down the mutilated flesh, not even bothering to pick the maggots out of the rotting venison. She finished her meal, then drug the hide until she found a place to sleep, curling up under the bloody fur.

Time passed and people hoped that the Berserker scare was over. They started to feel safe again, and even after the police had come across mutilated and semi-cannibalized victims of car crashes, it was kept under wraps. Soon she became nothing but a legend–a scary story to tell at campfires, and a demon people would try to summon. Most people stopped believing in her–surely she couldn’t be real…..

…right?

Important Info

• Berserker was created by Teiko Kuriyama for her personal CP Universe, the Rosegoreverse. It has a wiki, too!