Blood-stained Secrets
Chapter 1
Richtofen paced around the old dentist chair in the middle of his small office, the cracked concrete walls stained with the blood of his last patient. He tore off his hat angrily and ran his fingers through his graying, unkempt hair. He just couldn't break them! No matter what means of torture he used his victims had remained silent. They may have begged for mercy, pleading for him to stop, but they refused to give him what he wanted. So in the end he was forced to kill them, to end their pitiful and pointless existence.
He laid his hat on the small metal table attached to the dentist chair that the patient was still strapped to. His arms and legs held down by rough leather buckles, his head drooping slightly off to the side. His eyes, even in death, still held the pain and terror he had felt before the doctor brutally and painfully ended his life. Richtofen walked over to his desk on the other side of the room, an assortment of medical equipment and torture devices spread out among the papers; notes on his previous experiments. He pushed the equipment aside with a sweep of his long arm, sending needles and scalpels clanging on the cold hard floor. He chose one of the many scattered notebooks and opened one of the drawers under the desk. He pulled out a pen then slammed the drawer shut causing the glass bottles and test tubes to shake violently. He flipped through the pages and began to write, talking out loud as he did so.
"Interrogation Experiment number five. Three a.m to five forty-three a.m.
Subject number five showed little progress though they lasted longer when previous subjects who lasted for only and hour and forty-five minutes." He glanced back at the body in the chair.
"The subject, like the others, refused to provide me with any information. I am beginning to wonder if this is a wast of time." With a sigh he closed the notebook and set the pen on top of it.
He turned back to the dead patient and looked closely at him. Blood smeared his clothes and face, his right ear cut off. He tilted the head back to reveal the patients mouth which hung slightly open, several teeth missing from where they had been unmercifully yanked out and about an inch of his tongue cut off, fresh blood still slowly dripping out of the wounds. He let the head fall against the back of the chair, his eyes traveling down the body. Multiple lacerations marked the patients stomach and chest, the shirt a bloody tattered mess. His hand and fingers deformed, twisting at odd angles from where they had been broken several time in different places. His fingernails missing on several of the fingers leaving red, bloodied stumps in their place.
On his left arm, in the crook of his elbow, there was a bump the size of a penny where Richtofen had injected the poison that had agonizingly, slowly ended his life, his blood turned to fire scorching him from the inside-out. Punishment for not telling the doctor what he needed to know
"But what if he hadn't known the answer?" A voice whispered to the doctor's mind. He answered it aloud.
"It matters not. This, filthy creature," He said with a disgusted smirk at the body, "deserved to die anyway." He ignored anything else the voices had to say and began unbuckling the straps that held the mans' arms and legs down. He lifted the body out of the chair and draped it over his shoulder. Despite his thin stature Richtofen possessed great strength and the extra weight barely fazed him. He carried the body over to the door that led out of the room and kicked it open with his foot. He strode out the door and down the hallway , taking long even strides, avoiding the debris scattered around the hall.