3 years later
Dr. Till Lindemann woke up due to sunlight hitting his face. He sat up in his bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He got out of bed, put his glasses on, and left his room. He went downstairs in his house to the smell of eggs frying and coffee brewing. He entered the kitchen to find Dr. Alex Mercer cooking breakfast.
Lindemann thought I knew having him cook breakfast was the best idea I had.
Lindemann sat down as quietly as he could. "Good mornin' to you too, Doc." said Mercer. "I heard the thumps of your footsteps upstairs. It's almost impossible to sneak up on me."
Lindemann reached for the journal on the table. He brought out a pen and started writing, voicing his writing aloud. "Patient Dr. Alex Mercer exhibits heightened hearing, which hasn't decreased since patient's last meal, almost two weeks ago."
"It was eleven days ago. I had a nice, thick, bloody steak. I'd like to eat again, Doc." said Mercer.
Lindemann stopped writing, "When the two week mark hits, you can eat again." Mercer flipped Lindemann's eggs and turned the heat off on the pan. Mercer put a slice of bread in the toaster next to the coffee maker, setting the dial to 4 and a half minutes.
Mercer turned to Lindemann, sat down, and said, "Can we go outside? It'll only be light for another hour. I want as much sunlight as possible before the solstice." Lindemann looked outside and saw the sun cresting over the hills.
"Let me finish eating and bundle up. Meet me outside." said Lindemann. He closed up his journal, grabbed a fork and started eating. Mercer left the room and went outside, sitting on a rock in the front yard. Mercer laid down on the rock, getting lost in his memories.
Lindemann and Mercer enter the town of Liepzieg, Germany. They went into a convenience store. There were a couple of people in there shopping and two people manning both cash registers. Lindemann went to get some energy drinks to test on Mercer. Mercer went to a table near one of the cash registers. After Lindemann paid for the energy drinks, they were just about ready to leave when two masked people entered the store. One of them went to one cash register and the other person to the other register. They each pointed a handgun at the employees. The other customers hit the floor and Mercer stopped.
"What are you doing, Alex?" said Lindemann from the floor, speaking english.
"I have to do something, Doc." said Mercer. One of the gunmen said something in German and the employee emptied the register. After the registered was emptied, the gunman turned the safety off and pointed the gun at the employee. The person closed her eyes, expecting the pains of gunshot wounds. Instead, her face got sprayed with blood. She opened her eyes and saw a giant Claw erupting from the gunman's chest. Another Claw bursted out of the gunman's abdomen. The gunman was raised in the air and ripped in half horizontally. The pieces fell to the ground and were consumed by Mercer. Everyone looked at Mercer, including the other gunman. The other gunman yelled and shot at Mercer, putting a couple of rounds in his chest and the last bullet blew off part of Mercer's head. "You're just a pig." said Mercer in flawless German. His wounds regenerated and his head was put together. "A worthless pig, waiting to be slaughtered and eaten." Mercer said. Mercer ran forward and grabbed the other gunman. He lifted the man up in the air and ripped him in half vertically. Mercer consumed what was left of the man.
Lindemann got up, pocketed the other man's gun, and said, "We should be going, not everyone appreciates death." Mercer looked around and saw people looking at him in horror.
"I get that a lot." said Mercer in english. They left the store and hopped on the nearest train to head east.
Mercer continued laying on the rock, slowly taking in sunlight. He remembered another incident.
Mercer and Lindemann were walking through a small village of Yartsevo, the same village they were staying near. They rounded a street corner and saw a building in flames. Mercer heard screams coming from the burning building and he ran forward at inhuman speed. Mercer jumped into the building. He walked around in the building, trying to find the people. He entered what was left of the kitchen and saw a woman backed up against an interior door. Not knowing Russian, he held his hand out. The woman grabbed it and he carried her bridal style out of the burning house. He set the person down and, upon hearing more screams coming from the building, went back inside the burning home. He continued searching through the home, looking for more people. He went up the burning stairs and tried to open the nearest door. When the knob wouldn't open, he morphed his right arm into a Claw and stabbed the door. He ripped the door off the frame and threw the door to the ground. He looked the room and saw everything in flames. He looked to the left and saw the closet door shut. He ripped that door off with his Claws and saw a little girl passed out on the floor. Mercer waved the smoke out of the way and picked the girl up. He went back into the bedroom and jumped out the window. He landed on the ground and was greeted by the woman, talking in russian.
The woman started talking to mercer in russian. Mercer said, "I don't speak russian."
"They're thanking you, Mercer." said Lindemann. "I know some russian. I can translate it for you, if I walk it through german first." Lindemann started talking to the woman in russian. She talked to him. "She thanks you for saving her daughter and wonders how she can repay you." Lindemann said.
Mercer thought about it and said, "I want housing for the Doc and myself until we see fit to leave. I also require a corpse of a person that could speak russian, preferably dead within the last twelve hours. That should be all."
Lindemann translated that for the woman. She pointed to what remained of the house. Lindemann said, "She says her husband was still trapped in the basement of the house. If he's dead, you can have his body. Just let her have closure first." Mercer walked into the smoldering remains of the house. He sifted through the ashes until he found a body. A broad shouldered man with shards of glass near him. Mercer lifted the body up and brought it to the woman.
She cried out, "Kamarov!" and knelt by his body, the little girl joining her. Mercer gave them some space.
A few minutes later, Mercer said, "We had an agreement." Lindemann relayed that to the woman.
She said something to Lindemann. Lindemann spoke to Mercer. "She wants to know what you'll do to the body. I'm guessing you'll devour it."
"Correct, Doc. Tell her that I need to assimilate the body to acquire, at least, the ability to speak russian." Mercer said. He approached the body as Lindemann translated for the woman. "This isn't for your eyes." Mercer said to the woman and child. Lindemann relayed that to the woman and child. They turned away as Mercer put his hand on the body of Kamarov. Mercer's hand turned into a flurry of black and purple tendrils with ethereal darkness scattered in there. In a moment, the body was consumed. Mercer got up and spoke to the woman in flawless russian. "That allows me to communicate with you. Now, about that housing."
Mercer looked up at the sky, the sun barely cresting the mountains. The woman and child he saved used money from Kamarov's death to buy this house for the four of them. Mercer heard noises coming from the house. He got up and saw Lindemann coming out of the house. Alena, the woman, and the child, gabrielle, followed suit.
A/N: The Second part of the series is here. If you haven't read The Adventures of Alex Mercer: Fighting a Vampire and/or the prologue for The adventures of Alex Mercer: Wizarding Britain, you could get lost.
Dr. Lindemann in this series is named after the lead singer for the band Rammstein, Till Lindemann. I needed a name for the Doctor, (the one that created Schrödinger) and Till Lindemann came to mind first.
I hope I can make this part longer than Fighting a Vampire, but who knows.