First of all: sometimes I write stories just for myself, but this will be the first one, that will be available to the public. So I'm very curious about the results, and I'm really open to feedback here.

The general idea of this story came up, when I saw the movie, so I decided I will write it into a fic. I'm planning to expand the source material, giving some more character to Lindsay, trough flashbacks, and discussions, as well as giving some explanation to her behavior. I'm planning a complex story here, so it will have horror elements - especially in Lindsay's nightmares - more light-hearted moments, emotional interactions, and sometimes fun too.

I won't contradict anything from the film, that was actually confirmed on screen - at least intentionally, I won't - but I will try to "stretch" things out a bit. Like no one knows for sure - in universe - that Jenny died, or not.

Lindsay was alone in the house, between two dead bodies, and her mental endurance has reached it's limit. She heard the gunshots, then the quiet, so she assumed, Heiter somehow managed to kill the cops, and probably got away, or died.

Otherwise he would be here already, trying to save what's left of his twisted creation. - She thought.

She knew she shouldn't give up, not after everything she has endured, but on the other hand, she found it hard to even stay focused on getting out of her predicament.

- Jenny is dead, and I'm a disfigured wreck, who will never be the same as she was before ... before this, so why bother? How long can I hold out without water? A few days? Maybe even a week? I will probably pass out before the worst comes, anyway. Or maybe I should commit suicide? That would be quicker, and perhaps less painful. Yes, maybe that's for the best! If I can reach that shard the Jap. used, I could to the same to myself.

She was so occupied with her thoughts, that she haven't even noticed that someone is in the house, until she heard some German shouting. This gave her the will to try to find a way out from her current situation.

Someone is in the house! If I can reach something, or topple something to make some noise, they might find me here. - She thought, while she desperately tried to find the lamp, they used to break that window.

- There it is! If I can reach it ...

It was beyond her reach. She tried to move closer to it, to no avail. This got her on the verge of panic, when she heard a loud noise coming from the door.

When she looked there, the door slammed open, as a policeman kicked it in, and Lindsay faced the barrel of a gun.

Just shoot me in the head! Perhaps that will be the best! - She thought with a sense of relief.

The cop shouted back to someone else, then ran into the room. He knelt down and checked on Katsuro first, while more policemen appeared in the door.

Lindsay made "hmph" sounds. - He is dead, you fool! You don't even need medical training to know that!

Then, the cop gone over to Jenny, behind her, an checked on her too.

I'm here, and I'm still alive you incompetent, insensitive psychopath! 'The hell are you doing? - She thought.

Now, the man beside her got very anxious about something. He said something to a cop at the door, and she immediately run off somewhere.

This is the first time you see a dead body, or what? - Lindsay began growling in frustration.

Now the cop - finally - noticed her, and said something to her in German. It sounded urgent.

Lindsay shrugged her shoulders as best, as she was able to, so she can signal, that she can't understand him/doesn't know about it. She wasn't sure how he will interpret it.

The man said something else, also in German.

- I can't understand your barking, moron! I have to find a way, to communicate with him!

Then Lindsay came up with an idea, so she tried to reach the pool of blood in front of her. I will write with blood, on the floor.

The man asked something from her. He wants to know what I'm doing? - She wondered. Then a new idea came up from her mind.

Lindsay, signal writing with your hand, you stupid cow! - She scolder herself.

She imitated writing with her left hand, while extending the palm of her right hand, to ask for something.

The officer said something in German, clearly surprised. - At least she thought that was surprise represented in his voice. - Then took out a little notebook, and a pen from his uniform.

Lindsay eagerly reached for it with her right hand, slammed the notes on the floor, and started writing on it.

"English"

The man watched her, as she wrote. When she spelled out the "eng" part, he interrupted her.

You can understand English? - She detected anticipation in his voice.

Of course I can understand my native language, you insufferable, primitive, beer-drinking Nazi! - Luckily, she wasn't able to speak, so she just nodded.

He - after brief thinking - started speaking to her in English: Ma'am! The lady behind you is dying, so we have to take her into a hospital as soon as possible. Which means...

Lindsay tried not to cry as the death of Jenny became clear in her mind all over again.

Wait! He used the word: "dying"! That means she is still alive! - She started to write on the paper...

"Save her"

- That's what we are trying to do here, Ma'am...

Really? It looks like anything, but that from here, you worthless, retarded, bureaucratic idiot!

... so we will have to cut her off from you, as soon as we can. And that means, we don't have time to wait for the anesthetics to take effect on you...

That just gives me one more reason to grab your balls, and squeeze them! - She started writing...

"I don't care"

- Hope so, ma'am, because it will be unpleasant.

Lindsay noticed the sound of a helicopter, and it was getting louder. Now, that she thought about it, she heard it earlier too, just not this loudly.

"Heli?"

- Yes, it's for the second lady. She doesn't have much time, and it's her quickest way to the hospital.

"Jenny" - she wrote.

- So, you are Jenny, ma'am?

Umph. - Said Lindsay, and she pointed backwards.

- I see.

Lindsay wrote down her name too.

The noise, from the copter was loud enough by now, that the man had to raise his voice, in order to speak to her. Now, he stood up, and stepped over to the window.

- It landed. You should get ready, Lindsay, 'cause this will be a rough ride.

Lindsay pointed at her wrist, as best as she could.

- Yes, we don't have much time. Oh! He said something in German, towards the door.

Lindsay saw that people, in paramedic uniforms entered the door, and they were rushing towards her. Then, they were doing something behind her, but she wasn't able to see, exactly what. They were speaking in German all the while.

The cop also said something in German.

- Guys, the lady can't understand a word about this conversation! Haven't you noticed that? - She fumed to herself.

Are you ready ma'am? - Asked one of the medics.

- Well, at least one of them noticed me ... Finally.

She waved her left hand in circles, using the universal "hurry up" sign.

- Ok, here it goes ... The sudden, sharp pain caused Lindsay to start shaking, and she grabbed on to the cop's wrist.

The pain was so intense, that she almost didn't felt the second cut.

- I might crush his wrist, but I don't care! Not anymore! Not for these people!

The man in white uniforms picked up Jenny, and ran off with her, while one of them, a woman turned towards Lindsay with a syringe.

This will sedate you, so the pain will soon subside. Then, we will take you to the hospital.

- Do I have a choice? Of course I don't have a choice! - So Lindsay just allowed her to administer the injection.

Soon it will be all right. - That was the last thing Lindsay heard before she fell asleep.

Lindsay woke up in a hospital, laying on a bed. She saw vaguely familiar hospital equipment around her, and people in uniforms. Strangely, all of them spoke English.

A man entered her room, and turned to one of the masked woman.

How is my patient doing? - He asked.

Very good! - Replied the woman.

- Then we have everything in place. - He turned to Lindsay - Don't worry, we can fix you in record time!

- You can? - Lindsay felt something familiar about the man, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

- Yes. Your friend has recovered, and she is ready for the surgery, so as you. And further good news for you: we found a matching subject!

- A ... match? For what? - Asked the young woman.

- For the centipede, of course! We will put you back into the middle of it, just watch us! Soon you will be where you belong! Again, I might add...

- What? Why are you doing this? Why don't you just let me go?

- Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I apologize. - The man pulled down his mask, while he said those words. - I'm Dr. Heiter, the worlds best surgeon on creating Human Centipedes, as you might already know ...

Lindsay tried to get up, and run away, but her body wasn't responding.

- Not this time, I think. I don't want to chase you around, again.

Why are they helping you doing this? Who are they? - Cried the long haired girl.

Prepare her for the operation. - Said Heiter, while walking towards the door. - I will be at the surgery room.

Please don't do th ... - A masked man grabbed the brunette's mouth, to keep her quiet. Lindsay tried to fight back, but she still wasn't able to move her body.

Heiter stopped at the door, and turned back.

- We will meet again, soon. Oh, and Lindsay ...!
You are a sick woman! Hahahahaha!

So, chapter one is up, and running. I will get to work on the second part, right away.