Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 0:10:41 GMT -5
Color of Mars // Prelude I
To tell you the story of this car, we’re going to have to start off by telling you about a monster of a man by the name of Uday Hussein.
You may recognize him as the offspring of Saddam Hussein and you’re right. In nineteen sixty three, shortly after Saddam had married his own cousin to keep the family bloodline pure, Uday was born.
Unfortunately for an infantile Uday, his father would not be there for his birth. Instead, his father was in prison for his revolutionary operations. Uday would eventually get to meet his father, however, as his mother brought Uday as an infant to visit his father in prison.
Without a father for another three years, Uday was raised as an indulged child which was common for Arab male offspring. This of course meant that Uday knew no discipline in his life.
Soon, when his father would be released and return home, he would begin the process of raising Uday and his newly born brother Qusay to become extensions of Saddam himself.
He introduced Uday to a world of violence and fear. He would even go so far as taking Uday with him to visit the torture chambers which Uday was said to have relished in. Uday’s willingness to indulge in torture and violence pleased his father and made him proud.
Soon, Uday would embrace violence and add his own spin on it. He became that spoiled rich kid in the classroom who could have you killed if he didn’t like you. Shortly after that he developed a new hobby of picking out the prettiest girl in the glass and forcing himself upon her.
Mind you, he was not interested in simple sexual relations--he had a preference for rape. He liked to rape girls and sometimes very young girls at that.
One of Uday’s most trusted advisors said that ‘rape was a hobby’ for Uday.
He became addicted. He soon needed the flashiest clothing and the flashiest cars to attract that next pretty girl.
He needed a fast-fast car.
In 1993 he met a well off business man in Baghdad who had recently purchased a Ferrari Testarossa 512 TR. Uday loved the car and instead of taking the time to purchase his own, he felt drawn to it. He said the car had an energy--an energy he needed to harness for himself.
This Testarossa was the same color as Mars.
When the businessman refused to hand over the car to him, Uday had the businessman killed.
Before the man’s body had even grown cold, Uday drove the streets of Baghdad in the Ferrari in one of his flashiest suits. He liked how the car felt and beyond that, he liked what he knew it could get him.
As he drove, he watched as the girls looked on at him--unable to hide their interest in the vehicle.
He finally pulled to the right girl. That perfect innocent girl that made Uday come to life inside. He knew immediately that she had to be his. She looked to be about fourteen years old and was in a school uniform. Uday liked these girls best because he knew that given their strict upbringing that these girls were likely virgins and would be his and his alone--forever.
He let the car creep up to her and revved the engine. She turned and he enticed her to the passenger side window.
He asked her to get into the car with him and told her that he was going to take her for a ride, but she wasn’t interested. Had she recognized who he was, she would have likely complied, but he had yet risen to power in Baghdad and was not as well known as he felt he should have been.
That’s what he asked next--he asked if she knew who he was and when she shook her head ‘no’ that’s when he pulled a gun out of his lap and aimed it at her. He then demanded she get into the car with him.
Reluctantly, she did.
The whole world would remember the name: Uday Hussein.
Uday pulled away from the curb, all the while holding the gun on his next victim. He grinned only a grin Uday Hussein could muster as they drove off.
That young girl would become the first person to sit in the passenger seat of that Ferrari and by the end of the night, she would be dead.
For three more years, the Testarossa would play a major factor in Uday’s activities. It would become the crown jewel of his twelve hundred car collection. He would use it to pick up many more innocent girls to have his way with.
At night, when he was alone with his bodyguards, he would speak of the car’s energy and how it made him feel. He swore, in hushed tones, that the car was alive. He swore that the car knew what he was thinking--knew what he was doing.
If they looked at him strangely as a result of these things he said, they too, would be found dead.
Uday’s time would come as well. The clock ticked down to his ultimate end and he found it inescapable. Ten short years after that Testarossa rolled off the production line, Uday would fight his last stand in Mosul, Iraq. He would take twenty rounds before he would finally perish. His reign of terror would end not with a scream of vengeance, but with a cry of agony.
The Testarossa was later found by the Army Rangers who stormed Uday’s former home. A few of the Rangers would pose for pictures in the car which had collected dust in the year that Uday had been in hiding.
In the confusion after the fall of the Saddam family, the Testarossa would go missing.
The mystery of who laid claim to it next will be revealed soon...