Dempsey's eyes opened as he groaned in pain. Where was he again?
He looked around. Right. He was still captured by the Germans, being experimented on and shit.
He spied the Russian and Jap, unconscious on the other side of the room. Weird. They were usually awake to witness his rebelling behavior whenever the Nazi tried to touch him.
He tried to move his arm, but quickly realized it was being held down by a cold piece of metal. His legs were too.
"Fuck," he muttered. He began hopelessly struggling against the restraints for about 5 minutes before finally giving in.
That's when the door opened. The man that walked through was all-too familiar to Tank. He wore a Wehrmacht uniform, decorated with the shoulder pieces that only Major Generals wore. The scar on under his eye was still visible, but his cover was missing. He wore black rubber gloves, as well as combat boots. But the smile…. oh how Dempsey HATED that smile! It was mocking….. stupidly happy. It made him want to strangle the Nazi more.
"Guten Tag, American," the Nazi said in a sweet tone as fake as cotton candy.
"Fuck you," Dempsey muttered.
The Nazi shook his head, clicking his tongue in disappointment. He folded his arms behind his back. "Tsk, tsk, American. When will you just be calm?"
"You're the one experimenting on me, you punk. You Nazis are all the same. Sadists and creepy as FUCK!" Dempsey said, attempting to lunge at the Nazi at the last word. "You'll pay for this!"
The Nazi shook his head again, turning away from Dempsey and to the table where various tools lay. He picked up a syringe with glowing blue liquid in it. He turned to Dempsey again with his infuriating smile. It wasn't crazy, just too happy.
"Nein, American. The fears of yesterday are crushed. Your restraints are pure metal, not leather," the Nazi said.
Tank hung his head and glanced at the bar holding his arm back from ripping the Nazi's throat out. He smirked as he spied the black eye he'd given the Nazi yesterday.
The Nazi advanced towards him with a sadistic smile. He raised the needle high, stabbing Tank's arm. It didn't hurt him, however. The Nazi had stabbed him in the same place before. The feeling was so familiar that he didn't even feel it anymore.
The Nazi slowly injected the blue liquid into Dempsey's arm. Then the Nazi stepped back, waiting for something to happen.
Dempsey's eyes began to get droopy, and his mind began to swim. The Nazi advanced toward him again, and Dempsey's eyes snapped open.
"YOU CAN'T BREAK ME!" he yelled, tugging furiously against the restraints.
The Nazi jumped back, before shaking his head again. "It seems the trust serum is slowly starting to work on you, American. Interesting."
Dempsey realized the Nazi was trying to turn him, making him help him and trust him. He got even angrier.
"YOU CAN'T CHANGE ME!" he yelled again, tugging at the restraints again, making one of the restraints dislocate and creak. It partially separated from the wall Dempsey was restrained to.
The Nazi's eyes widened. The experiments were making the American even stronger. But then he remembered that even Marines get tired.
"He'll wear himself out, and I can try again," he thought.
He turned away from him and began writing in his journal.
Another day, another failed attempt. The barriers are stronger than ever. After injecting the idiot American with some boosted trust serum mixed with 115, he slowly began to lull to my will. Unfortunately, the trust faded. The trust barrier is getting very troublesome. I have to get past it soon.
Dr. Edward Richtofen
Richtofen sighed and closed the journal, tucking it under his arm and walking towards the door. He paused at the doorframe and gave the American one last infuriating grin, before leaving.