NOTES: M RATED CONTENT INSIDE. IF YOU'RE SQUEAMISH, PLEASE DON'T READ THIS!

As you maybe already noted in the note above this one, this story contains gore, torture, nazi's, Deathshead, character death, and sadistic OC's. Also, this is(somewhat) realistic, so be prepared for MC death.

Without further ado, let's start.


"Cut that out!" The small lighter was extinguished. "Why? They can't see us, right?"

Some stomps and sounds came from the road. Two American soldiers watched the German column pas by.

"With some bullshit equipment, yes, they CAN see us! I am just lowering our chance of being detected! Or do you want to suffer the same fate as Williams? No? Now then, shut up!"

"Ahh, cut it Kreisse. You aren't fooling anybody...Just wave your white flag...It will lower our chance of being shot!"


The Second World War. After the capture of London and the destruction of the Soviet Union, America was the last bastion of freedom. But only one year after the capture of London, the German war machine was, once again, advancing. Advanced HO-229 and ME-262 fighters demolished the outdated P-51 and B-52 fighters and bombers. The American Navy was mostly destroyed in battles across the Pacific. And I?

Well, I am Commander Jonathan Kreisse. The name sounds familiar? I think it will sound a bell in two weeks, maybe even earlier. Our unit from the 99th and one from the 66th are going to surrender to the Nazi's. I think we aren't in real danger of death for 'unclean blood': We all are of 'Aryan' blood, and none of us is Jewish. The ones in the unit that were Jewish were sent to special locations in the Rocky Mountains with enough food, water and other stuff to survive for some months.

Krit, there they are...best begin to wave the flag...


Kommander Jon Krueger was not quickly surprised. But when suddenly from the bushes twenty meters from the left a white flag appeared, he was shocked as hell! How didn't they detect them?! Suddenly, he heard some voices from the bushes.

"This is US Soldier squads 99 and 66! We surrender! WE! SURRENDER!"

This wasn't what he was expecting this morning...But he wasn't looking a gifted horse in the mouth!

"Sergeant, ten of your best CQC men will escort them." He coughed a bit, having almost no experience in English. "Come out! We will not harm you!"


Interrogation room A 221, former France, now Deutsche frankreich. 1954

Interrogator: So, you surrendered your forces to us. Why?

Subject: Because there wasn't anything to do. We are outgunned, outmanned, everything we do is pointless. If we just surrendered before any unnecessary casualties fall, we are then better of.

Interrogator: So that was the reason?

Subject: Yes. We also have many problems 'home', so that can count also as a reason.

Interrogator: Right. I am going to check something. Guards, escort him to his cell.


National American News, 1965

Colonel Kreisse replacing Commander Gruber!

After the recent terrorist killings in the US, many have wondered what our German protectors will do to prevent the violence from spreading further. However, before any more comment could be given by Commander Gruber in his speech, he was shot in the chest by known lunatic and terrorist B.J. Blazkowicz.

After Gruber's death, major peacekeeping operations in America were assaulted by the terrorist organisation The Resistance, or the kreisau Circle. Casualties are unknown for now, but it is estimated to be in the hundreds.

Colonel Kreisse will now speak to the American People. Please wait...And we switch over.

"Gentlemen, Ladies and children of America. I am Colonel Kreisse, from National State Security. As it is known, the organisation known as the Resistance, has killed many soldiers and civilians: after their rampage through Berlin, these so called 'rebels' destroyed many housing blocks, with many innocent civilians being killed. Elite SS soldiers managed to capture C.I Benaparte and S. Gerrawa and interrogate them.

However, we are getting of schedule, so I will keep it it short. If anybody sees a Resistance member, he or she should immediately call the police. Do not attempt to attack or speak to them: you will be killed be them! The reward for tips on their location is raised to 20,000,000 marks, and the reward for their base of operations is 40,000,000 marks. The location of B.J Blazkowicz is worth 500,000,000 marks, and will be paid for on the spot. This is Colonel Kreisse, from National State Security."


"Shit, this ain't good, Blazko." Fergus Reidt said to his long-time friend and confidant, B.J Blazkowicz.

"Why, Fergus? It is just a Nazi Commander and even if it is someone as crazy as Deathshead, we can kill him." Said B.J in his smooth tone. The other Resistance members were shocked. Karlein, the temporary replacement for their recently deceased leader, began to explain why he was important to the Nazi's, and the most dangerous to them.

"Blazko, that man has survived innumerable attempts on his live. Sabotaging his train? He takes his car. Sending assassins? He survives. Destroying his office? He stays home. An infiltrator attempts to kill him? His personal Death Troopers prevent it from happening. In short, he is unkillable! And even worse, he time and time again discovers our bases! That was the secondary reason we decided to keep the sub, Blazko."

B.J. furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "What or who are those Death Troopers?"

Fergus sighed. "Remember those Super Soldiers? Imagine them, but human sized, enclosed in black armor with red highlights, and with advanced training and weapons. From what we gathered, they use some sort of machine gun that they can carry while on foot, and to be highly maneuverable with them. They are deadly, even to you."


I looked at the burning base around me in distaste. This was what the American people were reduced to? Sniveling cowards?

At least the Resistance had the gall to strike back. "Bring the traitor." Ah, James Benington. He had relayed the speed and complement of troops to the base, giving them some to evacuate while holding of the waves of the closest soldiers. Grabbing my Pistole 60, I asked the traitor the last thing he would hear. "Why did you betray us?" The traitor, already coughing and spitting blood, didn't react. "Very well." And with that, three bullets entered his skull, painting the smouldering floor red. I turned around, not giving the corpse another glance. "All right! Back to the transports. We are leaving! Gunners, level this place to the ground. Wait..." Hearing a groan, I whirled around. There, under the fallen wall, was one B.J Blazkowicz! I couldn't believe my luck! "Change of plans! Call in the SB and Death Troops! Transport him to Kamp Wolfenstein! That shall recall some memories back in him!" Hearing the soldiers laugh around me, I stomped three times on his head to knock him down, for security purposes of course.


"Fuck...What hit me?" B.J. Blazkowicz was knocked unconscious when the first missiles struck the base, and debris fell on his face. After that, he felt someone carrying him, some guy stomping on his face, and then...nothing. Suddenly, a splash water washed over his face, drenching him and forcing him to open his eyes.

I placed the bucket near the stool. I had learned of my predecessor, and instead of leather bands, he was secured with metal cuffs 20 centimeters thick, and his weapons were in the armory, not in the room next door. Setting up the torture machines, I began to talk.

"Captain Blazkowicz! Still fighting, even after all...those...years." Was that Herr Strasse's byname there? "But unfortunately for you, it is over. The remaining resistance will be found and killed. Here! We have footage of them."

On screen, Anya Oliwa was fighting with(running from) one Panzerhund, with multiple platforms that formed the floor behind her disappearing. Suddenly, while she looked backwards, the tile under her feet disappeared, letting her fall forward. The Panzerhund rushed at her, and promptly bit her head off. Numerous smaller kampfhunde began to eat the rest of her body. Stopping the life-feed, I looked at Blazko. He was crying, looking at the screen in shock, even with it off.

"Ahh, Blazkowicz. It is only fair that you get the same treatment. Do you know, that when you knocked Frau Engel in the kennels of the Panzerhunde, that they left her husband, Bubi all alone? But that didn't matter right? Because we..are...Nazi's...to you." Slapping him in his face, he began to scream.

"You motherfucker! Let me out! I will kill you! Let you eat your own brain and dick while you are alive! You cun-" I cut him off with another slap to his face. In the time he was screaming, I picked the injector from the rack.

"American...You see...This is Giftmüll 21A. It isn't tested yet...And you...are the perfect candidate. Set him right!" The two supersoldaten promptly hoisted him up, with the thick, 20cm thick cables clinckling.

"There we go...Prepare...We aren't done yet...B.J..." Injecting him, I ordered the soldiers to hold him down. Waiting ten minutes for the painful sedative to work, I walked to the door. Hearing him scream behind my back, I let a cruel smile cross my face, not unlike the previous user of the castle. Calling Bubi, the widower of the late Frau Engel, I prepared to rock his world.


"Bubi, good news!" On the other side of the line, I heard him exhale.

"And what is this good news? I already know of the destruction of the Resistance." I let my smirk intensify, scaring some of the more inexperienced soldiers.

"Ohh, Bubi. We have captured someone you cannot possibly ignore...I think his name begins with B.J.?"

On the other end of the line, I heard multiple things fall and some stumbling. Was he sleeping of something?

"Don't kill him yet! I want a stab at him before he dies!" I chuckled. Of course Bubi would want to come as quickly as possible.

"Yes, Bubi. I will relocate his execution to late June. I will see you over three days! Kreisse, out."

"Oh, I can't wait. General Bubi, out."

New story, set in an alternate timeline. My OC, Jonathan Kreisse, is a Nazi colonel, that is clear. But his backstory? That will be a surprise for further chapters.