Sleep

A drink for the horror that I'm in

The large man came to slowly, groaning and blinking sleep from his eyes. "Ah! You're awake!" The cheerful voice ripped though his head, sending lances of pain deep into his mind. "Shut up." he growled, trying to look as menacing as possible, which was proving surprisingly difficult. Much to his surprise, the owner of the high spirits did not back off, nor did he dissolve into a quivering heap of apologies. Instead, he strolled forwards, smiling. "You are in no position to be telling me what to do, Komrade."  There was a light laugh, followed by a slight metallic scraping noise, someone was opening a bottle of something. It was then that a most pleasant scent washed over him, Vodka. "Would you like a drink, Komrade?" But he wasn't even given a chance to reply, if he had, he definitely would have replied in the affirmative. "No? I'm not surprised, given the circumstances. I rather think you'd want to keep a clear head." A slight laugh, though what was amusing was not entirely obvious. "I hope you don't mind if I take one for myself? I don't often partake, I hardly ever get the opportunity." Footsteps, pacing round the room; not restlessly, no, more sedate, as if their owner was merely taking an afternoon stroll. "You are not in a good position, Komrade." And indeed he wasn't, his wrists and ankles were clapped in thick shackles, attached to the concrete walls by even thicker chains. There was no chance of escape. "Do you know where you are, Komrade?" He swallowed thickly, shaking his head, desperately wishing himself away from this madman. "You are in my abattoir, Komrade."

For the good guys and the bad guys

"You are a problem." He stated calmly, pausing before the captive man. "You speak too much and you make everyone so very tense. You are so intimidating, you scare the whole world, we are always telling everyone that we must walk on eggshells when talking with you. We are all so terrified you might do something that we never do anything ourselves, and I'm fed up of it." He sighed heavily, shaking his head despondently. "Yet, I can never truly resent you, even with your endless pissing contests and how you are so terribly cruel to everyone." The prisoner sounded his disagreement somewhat. "Oh, you never intend to be cruel, no, it's not ever intentional. But you are, you are so very cruel, and that makes everyone else cruel." he sighed heavily; the man was so childlike, so very naïve, in contradiction to his decidedly adult body he had the mind of a selfish toddler who didn't know the difference between right and wrong. "No, I could never resent you. But that doesn't make you any less of a problem, I'm afraid. And problems must be dealt with, after all."

For the monsters that I've been

"Do you know, they know who I am, and what I'm doing. The police, I mean. And they do nothing about it?" He gave a small laugh, it stung the man, as if he had been slapped across the face. "There is nothing they CAN do. Who would see them arrest their own country? And on what charges? Mortal laws only apply to mortal people. You know this, don't you? We are above the law, because we are the law." Another light laugh, it had razorblades hidden in it. "Not that the law could help you. You know, they call me a monster, because they have no other name for me."

Three cheers for tyranny, unapologetic apathy

"You've done so much, in this life. But, I think, perhaps, it is time you took on the next great adventure. Да, Komrade?" A quiet laugh, he smiled at the other, the madness that clouded his eyed clearing for but a second, showing a cold hard centre of sanity. The elder gulped, he was dangerous; he had gone through insanity and come out the other side. There was nothing left of the boy he thought he knew, or maybe there had never been anything to start with. Suddenly the boy's face became terribly blank, he looked painfully bored. "you are such a dull little person, once you have your terror taken from you. You are so dull, I'm almost inclined not to kill you." He gave a light sigh, shaking his head some. "I could leave you here for the night and do it in the morning." He mused. "But that would merely be delaying the inevitable, so there is no point to it." His smile had returned once more, stretching and twisting his face in the most unnatural of ways. "Goodbye, Komrade."

'Cause there ain't no way that I'm coming back again.

And that was that, it was an end to it all. The fear was gone, there was no more fear, there was nothing to be afraid of, not anymore. No overbearing shadow at your shoulder, no boogeyman in the closet, no hulking creature lurking in the corner. Not that there was nothing to be afraid of, it was just that there was one big worry gone from the world. And he smiled down upon them all, from on high, and he noted that there was another… Problem to be dealt with.
"America, would you like to sleep at my house during the next G7 summit?"