Characters in the story (c) iHannibal
*Note: If you are offended by Nazis/Nazi-ism you should read something else.
Dreizehn
"Quickly! Finish up the last of it!" They all yelled as they ran about the secret
hidden base. I stood there with a stone cold expression waiting, my once famous patience
was starting to run thin.
"It will be ready in a moment, General," A scrawny scientist told me in a slightly
flustered tone. I could use him to pick my teeth with he was so small and thin. I gave him
a nod of acknowledgement; casting my stern glare around the room, this was all just a
precaution that should we lose the war- which would never happen- that I was to be
frozen in time, and resurrected at a later date; then to rise out of my slumber like a
phoenix rises from its ashes to help control the world with an iron like fist.
"All right, Sir it is all prepared," another man told me as he lead me towards the
capsule. I stepped inside the uncomfortably awkward machine, my broad shoulders being
cramped in and my head hitting the top of the thing. I glared at them all for the smallness
of the machine as I awaited the freezing process.
"We will 'un-freeze' you when we have taken the world by storm," the scrawny
man said as he stepped toward me. I nodded with my stern glare still on my face,
something soon to be frozen in time. "Heil Hitler!" he said as he raised his arm in a
salute.
"He's waking up!"
"Good let's keep his heart rate up! Go, move it!"
What was with all the yelling? I had expected my return to be much grander;
however I was being greeted with blinding white lights. Had I not made it threw the un-
freezing of the cryogenic freezing? Was this the 'Heaven' that was to wait for me? No, I
was to die on the battle field, it was what I was breed to do.
"Hey there, scum bag. Get up," a gruff voice called from the light. It sounded
very harsh and unpleasant to listen to, nothing like the sweet melody of the Fatherland's
tongue. No something much more horrible to listen to, like an American's accent. I felt
my lips curl back over my teeth, snarling in a way. My eyes shot open, spots blurred my
vision as I tried to see about the room.
I rubbed my eyes trying to clear my vision as I took note of the room and myself.
I was not in my uniform like I should have been; the scientist at the base had to remove it
so I could be frozen properly; however I was in what seemed to be some kind of hospital
gown. The room was small nothing to extraordinary about it, the blandness of it reminded
me of the interrogation rooms back at Auschwitz.
The man that had spoken was an elder man, a Major General by the looks of his
uniform. The man had many wrinkles in his skin, bags under his eyes, and in dire need of
a shave.
"You dare call me scum? Who are you to say, in the name of mein Fuhrer-"
"Your so called 'Fuhrer' has long since died," the gruff American snapped. I
looked over myself for a second time, my long hair wasn't even brushed and tied back
like it should have been.
"What have you done with my uniform?" I snapped, my lips pulling back farther
over my teeth.
"You won't need that, besides the war has been over with." He said smirking with
a glint in his eyes that told me he enjoyed telling me the bad news.
"Nein. Fuhrer promised us great things! The coming of a new era; the beginning
of a world peace." I said slowly losing confidence in my words, for I had not the uniform
to back them up with.
We were interrupted in the lesson I was being given; when a commanding officer
stepped in the room. He clearly was of a higher rank than the esel that stood in front of
me, for when the man walked over toward us the elder man salute. In the weirdest way to,
for he raised hand to his forehead and the other officer did the same.
"Americas…." I thought to myself, truly the weirdest country putting it right up
there with The Reds. The higher ranked officer turned to me, I was actually surprised; he
was clearly an Asian man. He seemed to be Japanese from what I had studied on their
physical appearances.
He certainly was not tall. In fact, he had to be no taller than 121 cm at best. His
hair was gelled back and cut short, his cheeks where slightly sunken. He must have been
somewhere in his late thirties.
"Hello, or should I say Hallo?" he said with a clearly over confident smirk present
on his face.
"Hello, or should I say konichiwa?" I snapped my comeback; a quick look of
anger crossed his face though he quickly tried to conceal it.
"I see you have obtained a sharp German tongue. Well 'General' I believe we
should get to know each other. I'm Special Agent Yuusha Kousen, Head of the F.B.I" I
could feel the bridge of my nose wrinkle, there was something so untrustworthy of this
man that it made me itch all over; like I was infested with fleas or something.
"And please don't give me any of that 'I'm not telling you' we have the area surrounded heavily."
"I am General Dreizehn, successful experiment thirteen of the Nazi party," I said
trying to straighten out my back to appear even larger than I all ready was. However the
attempt was in futile for it seemed that I was strapped down to something hard and cold,
like a lab table of some sort.
"Your English is very good. Why is that?" He questioned as he began circling
around me like the vulture he was.
"I act as a translator for my fellow generals. They are not to good with the
English,"
I snarled, he simply nodded his head and continued his circling. His hand placed under
his chin as though he was concentrating on something.
"Experiment you say. What kind of experiment?" he asked exquisitely, as his
hand rested against his chin in a thinking like pose. I gave a low toned growl; my
apparent doggish behavior threw him off. "Very well; we will simply go to extreme
means to extract what we need from you." He said with an almost sadistic chuckle.
My attention was turned away when I saw the door nod slowly turning open. I
could barely see anything from my position. For the capsule- and the straps holding me
down the table- had left me stiff jointed, immobilizing me for the moment. "Ah, Mr.
President; right over here, as I explained over the phone we have discovered a frozen
Nazi soldier from the Berlin expedition from just a few weeks ago." Mr. Kousen said as
he directed another man towards where I was laying.
"Is he still frozen?" Another man asked, my simplistic guess was that it was the President.
"No Sir, in fact we had unfrozen him a while ago and he has just awaken today."
The man that approached me was no one that I would have recognized. From all
the pictures I had seen this looked nothing like Franklin Roosevelt. This man had
seemingly bright hair that was gelled back, and even brighter appearing eyes that where
seen by a thin set of wire-frame glasses.
It was in rare moments like this where I wished that I had not been given a
monochromatic sight. It was hard to tell anything about a person's appearance. Like the
"President" was he blonde or was it light brown? I could not tell the difference.
"Well there 'Mr. General' I hope you had a nice nap." The President taunted as
he walked to were he was looming in over me. I had managed to control myself for once
that day and not snarl at the man.
"Was Roosevelt assassinated?" I asked giving a very harsh laughter, almost causing my voice to crack.
"No," the President began, apparently trying to play along with my twisted since
of humor. "He had a stroke, but that was many years ago. It's no longer 1945. In fact it's
the 2000's. 2010 to be precise; it's been sixty-five something odd years since the Second
World War. You've been frozen for nearly seven decades."
'No, then that means what the man from earlier was saying to me… had that
meant we lost the war? Nein, I will refuse to believe it; I mean we had accomplished so
much…' I had been to absorbed in my thoughts to notice that the President was even
speaking.
"You said that you where an experiment, is that right? What kind of experiment
exactly?" He questioned me further; as though I would tell him anything.
I was about to say something however I felt my vision become hazy. Everything
was being a blur; the President was saying something however I couldn't hear anything. I
could barely see him move his lips. I just knew that that the room was rising in
temperature. My blood had started to boil and I could hear a sharp ringing in my ears,
like a dog whistle. My head thrashed against the metal table trying to stop the sound.
Though it would not leave me be.
I broke through the straps, as my teeth became more pointed and sharper. Snarling
and baring my teeth at the people in the room. My face extending outwards as it formed
into a muzzle, I hunched over from the pain my hands and feet forming into paws as I
dropped to a smaller height. Fur had sprouted all over my skin, as the hospital gown
molded to my skin. My ears twitched forward now that they lay on the top of my head as
I heard the President gasp out in horror.
"What is that?" He screamed as he backed away from the table and moved
towards the door. I pulled my lips over my teeth into a snarl as I tried leaping at the
President. When several men dressed in black suits darted into the room and held me
down to the floor.
I tried snapping at them, though they had my muzzle clamped shut. I loosed their
grip momentarily enough to bite off one of the men's little finger. He fumbled about on
the floor in immense pain. I wish I had time to laugh. However one of the suited men
injected something into my skin. The next thing I knew my vision was focusing in and
out. It was all black after that.