Strike witches : The World War

Prologue : Making of a Monster

Ostmark (Our world Poland) ,Jaworzno , Auschwitz

11 December 1939

"Sanya" Vladmirovna Litvyak

"Hey hey...honey, you know what day it is right?" Father whispered , as soft as a mouse, not wanting to awake the others sleeping beside them, whom were only a earshot away from the father and daughter in their crowded labourer's Hut .

Sanya Vladmirovna Litvyak sat down beside her father on the cold hard floor which was undesirably cooled down by the December wind that seeped through the gaps of the cracked wall beside Sanya ,to keep her awake and shivering in the shabby stables which was meant for four horses. Yet the stable was converted into a unstable Bunk by Karlslanders to cram sixty prisoners like Sanya. The only light source was from the gaps on the sides of the wall, which was also seeping in unwelcomed cold wind as well,but Sanya and her father chose illumination over coldness, a luxury that many prisoners around them do not have in this cold, dank hut with no other light source. The smell of the hut was unbearable, and the only thing that was keeping Sanya and her father warm was their own body warmth. Many like her was also awake , but unlike Sanya , they just curled up on the floor trying their best to fall asleep or simply pretend to sleep , but under their current condition, sleep was a problem as well, everything there was a problem.

Responding to her father's sudden question ,She look around the walls of their prison and try to count the uncountable lines carved on the concrete cold pillar that was right beside them. She don't know, she lost count of time, she lost count of the times the sky seen behind the miniature barred and barbed wired window turned from white to black , and then back to white . This was due to her too busy breaking stone and gravel in coal mines alongside with her father rather than counting dates , sometimes even moving stones to another corner for no better reason other than being ordered by her captors ,who ordered this only to exercise their power and their ego. She repeated this cycle in the cold, harsh Ostish winter for several times, wearing nothing but torn rags with her father and other fellow unfortunate , Jewish "undesirables" as deemed by Fascist Karlslanders.

The results of course was bruised swollen hands and legs, and a bad mood which she don't dare to express towards her Karlslander Guards, who would be eager the pull the trigger on her if she launched a tantrum.

Of course , even at the age of 13, by the second she was kicked out of her home in the village in by Karlslander secret police, by the moment she and her father, who was a musician, saw their beloved musical notes, instruments and suitcases being burnt before their eyes, by the time She and her father was cramped into this train cabins, that had its windows barbed wired to prevent escapes . The cabins which once are only meant for eight cows , were forced in with one hundred and three fellow Jewish prisoners, including Sanya and her father, headed to Auschwitz station, and then was once thrown again to even smaller vans that were pumped with exhaust fumes, poisoning , even killing the some poor Jews , luckily Sanya and her Father survived that somehow. By then the prisoners were finally heading to the Camp itself, heading to the hell itself . By then She was already well matured or educated by her Karlslander facilitators of this concentration camp to not do so.

Despite all that, her Father was quite optimistic, reminding her time to time how fortunate Sanya was as she wasn't separated from her family, her only family, but separated from her home in the fallen Orussian city Pskov which is probably destroyed by Karlslander artillery and by Imperialist Neuroi miasma beams . And How lucky she was, that she was in the same place with her father, in an unsanitary stable of a concentration camp packed with other inmates , all because she is unfortunately a Jew. Her father was trying desperate attempts to shield her from the cruelty they both witnessed , which had already pass through her wall of defence, and sieged her innocence. Just like how the unholy Axis alliance of Karlslander and Imperialist Neuroi got their way pass to Soviet occupied half of Ostmark and siege their way to Pskov, the attempts to stop their surprise attacks was just as pathetic as her father's attempts to defend her from trauma.

And now it was her father's last and final pitiful attempt, where he asked her daughter what day it was.

"What day it is?" Sanya replied without a hint of emotion.

"Its Christmas, a date where families spend time together, even the guards spend time with their families"

Sanya poked her head to the cell door and peeked outside . Oh yeah..., there is not a single guard is around.

"We are Jews, we don't celebrate Christmas"

"Sanya...unlike those Nazis, we are tolerant and respectful to others, " Father said bitterly, he reached down his makeshift bed of hay, and took out concrete Slab underneath the bed ,and then took out something that made Sanya opened up her eyes wide in bewilderment. Her father pulled out a Melodica ( Piano-flute mobile Instrument) , one of Sanya's favourite instrument she like to hear her father play during the peacetime, when she was still truthfully a innocent young girl before the war.

"I heard you said, you wanted to hear me play it before...all this happen, I traded this for my shirt to another poor man who needs it more than me ." Father said before start tapping his fingers on the right keys of the piano's section that soothes the room, and blow the flutes that gives the shack a different life. Sanya was on the verge of touched tears, the now awoken prisoners turned to face the musician , just to hear the wonderful Hymm that was playing in the holy night where Jesus born, their eyes glowing with hope and wonder in the music.

"ZAT ! Is't a wonderful song! But I have to ask who played it...ILLEGALLY?"

Father quickly slide back his Melodica back to where it was, "Sanya , return to bed , NOW!" Father ordered, as he was doing the same, with his face facing the pillow, so is all the other Prisoners. Their eyes which formerly hold hope, now only filled with fear. Sanya slammed her face to the other bed in the room, her eyes brimming with tears, which ones used to be tears of joy, now is just tears of sadness. She didn't even get to hear the chorus...

"Come on...! I said...THAT IS INDEED, A WONDERBAR SONG! DON'T BE SHY, OWN UP! " The condescending , booming voice was getting louder and louder.

BAM* The Doors of the hut was kicked open with sheer brutality, in pour two burly guards that represented Rottweilers, barking the lying prisoners to give way for their superior officer who took her sweet time strolling in.

There She was, the source of the voice was right in front of them, Clad in hideous, black Karlslander SS Death Head uniform, that bears the blood red arm band with the Swastika on it, donned with a military Cap with the same black colour of death with a crossbone-Skull symbol embedded on it. Golden Aryan hair, with blazing blue glowing mad dilated eyes of sadist, and the twisted grin of a maniac , was none other than the 18 year old camp doctor, and the high ranked witch ace that got more than 15000 kills, only 501 was soldiers, while the rest was only innocent civilians she sentenced to death . Youthful, pretty, yet insane, the Angel of death as she dubbed herself, Josef Mengele, also known as Erica Hartmann , with two burly guards is standing beside her, was right infront of Sanya and her fellow prisoners.

"NOBODY IS GOING TO OWN UP? COME ON...have some integrity, IT'S CHRIS-MAS ...after all. We are all best friends..JA?" Hauptmann (*Captain ) Erica continued , with that plastered predatory smile of hers, while strolling in casually into the room squeezed with dozens of inmates, who just had made way for their captor.

Father muttered both Jewish and Christian prayers which is muffled by his white pillow, praying that Angels with spare him from the Angel of Death herself , hoping she would just walk away from him and forget about the whole thing.

Then the Hauptmann stopped on her Tracks, the blue glowing irises move into the dark right slits of her eyes, which was facing Sanya and her shell-shocked father. Hartmann's grin widen.

"Drag that one up,"

The guards obliged, dragged poor Sanya and her Father on their kneels in front of their master. Father was quick in composing himself, however his delicious fear could still be sensed by the inquisitor Hartmann. Sanya remain wordless at the situation she was in, just continue stare at the Hauptmann and her Guards.

"Please, your honour...we didn't do anything, we are just obediant father and daughter...I swear...we didn't do anything we didn't do anything we didn't do anything..." Father poorly Lied in his breaking voice.

"You Swear...? In Christmas...? Oh welp , I hav' to trust you then...CHECK UNDER HIS BED, JA! "

In less than 3 minutes, one German Shepherds of a Guard sniffed out the melodica, underneath the loose concrete slab, while the other still was grabbing Sanya by her heaving shoulders. The Father widen his eyes and his mouth, speechless. While the Hauptmann continue to smile at him , she just found herself a prey.

"Tsk, Tsk...Herr DUMMKOPF, I am so...SO DISSAPOINTED in you... Lying in Christmas in front of your daughter..." She said in a scolding tone to the older man as she glanced at Sanya for a moment before returning her eyes to the father ."SHAME ON YOU ! In possession of contraband , and LYING TO YOUR OFFICER!...you know you broke our rules...JA?" Hartmann snarled in the "LYING" part for a moment before retreating back to her falsely friendly teacher-like tone.

"Yes...yes I know"

"And you know what happens to those who broke our golden rules...HMMMm!?" She asked with the creepy smile as she bend over towards the poor man's face, until father's eyes are within a index finger away from Hartmann's dilating ones, which was telescoping into the men's soul.

"Please Fraulien Hauptmann! I didn't mean to do it! ALL I just want is to give something to my daughter in Christmas! I meant no harm...if you want to do anything to me, just do it to me please! This has nothing to do with little Litvyak here! " Father pleaded with his cracked voice, and started choking on his tears, this only earned a hard slap from Erica.

"Excuses...EXCUSES!" Erica Signaled to her guards. Who now grabbed the still kneeling father by both of his arms, and dragged him to the center where every inmate can see him. Erica Hartmann then turned to the now quivering , speechless Sanya...and patted her head.

"Little Litvyak is it? Your Father did something very naughty today, thus he should be punished" Erica falsely cooed, now facing back to her victim.

She pulled out her Luger Pistol concealed inside her black uniform and started emptying its content on father's kneecap with deadly accuracy, one bang at a second, causing her father scream one second after another, with a slow yet sickening pace for everyone in the room to hear.

The prisoners lowered down their heads, some trying to hold back their tears, the guards seemed to be unfazed by the sight in front of them.

"Pa..pa" Whimpered a tearing Sanya

"Sanya...don't look..." , Sanya turned away from the grisly scene, trying her best to obliged to her dying father's wishes.

"NEIN nein nein! Little Litvyak here must be educated to LEARN RULES! She cannot be like her father...JA?!" As She diverted her attention from her victim for a moment, as she forced the victim's offspring's head back to her father's direction. The face tearing grin on Hartmann's face grew larger than ever, as she continue to shoot father's kneecap to dust with her pistol, motivated even more by his screams of pain.

CLICK*!

"Hmm, that' vas short!" , Erica Kneeled down to inspect the two, yawning bloody holes on Sanya's father, which blood is leaking out of it profusely, while tears were leaking profusely on the poor man's face which is breathing heavily as seen on his chest movements, signaling to Erica he was still alive.

"Oh welp! Still alive I see...*CA-CHUK*"Hartmann reloaded her Luger pistol, this time instead of aiming at his leg, she leveled the gun somewhere higher up to his torso.

"NOOOOOoooo!" Howled Sanya, as a blue glow started to envelope her, Cat ears and tails sprout out of her, as she broke the giant guard's grasp, rushed to her father's side just in time to form a blue glowing shield. Hartmann's shot ricocheted , and backfired on her shoulder, missing that black heart of hers by inches.

"ARGGH !" Screamed Hartmann as she dropped on her butt, clutching her injured shoulder.

One guard helped his superior up, while the other who formerly grabbed the Orussian Witch , now trained his MP40 sub machine gun on her.

"Hauptmann Hartmann, are you alright ?"

"BAHH! DON'T MIND ME," scowled Erica swung away the guard's helping arm , showing no gratefulness whatsoever to the man who helped her back on her feet, she then turn her attention back towards the Brave, yet foolish Sanya, who is still raising a Shield , protecting her already hopeless father.

"Vell, VELL! , I have to say today is INDEED a ch'ist'VAS MIRICAL! God sent me a young yet powerful specimen! SPLENDID! SPLENDID! " Clapped a rather elated Erica , as she advanced towards the Orussian Witch, with a bleeding hole on her left shoulder.

"STAY...AWAY, MONSTER!"

"Ohhh we have a fiesty one eh, oh welp...looks like scared little me just have to turn around and...STURM!" Erica mercilessly slammed her special Wind spell on the young witches Shield. Even with that blue glowing shield it is not enough to stand against the force of Erica's wind, which its impact sent the thirteen year old flying to a concrete pillar, causing her world start to blur and blacken as she slide back on the concrete floor.

Sanya swear she heard her father said : "Sanya...stay strong", before the dreadful Guards sprayed their MP40s at the poor man's torso. Then the Angel of death's silhouette dominate over her, and delivers a brutal punch in a her face that knocked her out cold.

Sanya cracked open her eyes after a white blinding light was shone on her. She felt her left eye had some difficulty blinking , it was then she remembered what happen in god-knows-how many moments ago.

She seems to be tied to a iron bed that u can only see in torture chambers, her arms and legs was bonded by leather straps to the cold , unloving metal.

She was naked,her body was covered in bruises and scratches. Her hair is just messy and ruffled like many other inmates. Despite the messily placed bruises and scratches, her camp tattoo : A3800 , can still be seen marked on her back. She looked like a defeated , dangerous animal.

She tried to make sense of the horrendous surroundings she is in. She was in a dark basement which the only light source was a overhead lamp. The staircase leading to god-knows-what that was two metre right in front of her. So close, yet so far. Beside it is moss riddled shelf stocked with things a thirteen year old like her should no see...glass jars filled with spleens , LOTS and LOTS OF BLOODY SPLEENS! Decapitated heads of men, women and even BABIES lies beside these green, blurry jars .

On her right hangs the Infamous Nazi Karlsland Flag , which has a blood red background, with a white circle that has the death-black Swastika marked on it. Even the rusty iron table under the flag isn't filled with organs, gore, baby heads and what-lot, it still made Sanya's Stomach Churn, not because of the chemical smell it emitted, but because of what was on the table, there was syringes, bone-saws , chemicals labeled with names she yet to learn, and worse of all there is a significant number of simple yellow gas tanks with the initials "Cl" stamped on it.

Sanya didn't pay attention to how much she smells during her stay in the camp due to her lack of bath. But she did pay attention to stories of those people who DID BATH. She and her father heard stories from fellow inmates during their hard labours that SS officers tricked inmates like them to "Bath", which is actually to gas them to death with chlorine , "Cl" gas. Which is one of many reasons she hated bathes and did not bath.

Could those rumours be true?

"TAP! TAP! TAP!"

Two shiny black boots can be seen descending from the formerly empty staircase that was two metre away from Sanya. Seeing the murderer of her only family once again in front of her made Sanya's heart boil once again, forgetting all her thoughts and fear about this evil place.

Hauptmann Erica Hartmann stood in front of her, still in that outfit with the same sadistic dilated eyes and twisted smile, but now she modified her outfit with a white apron and green rubber surgery gloves, making her look more "doctor" than usual.

"Well well, if it isn't the child prodigy herself, whose talents and purpose would be wasted under that weak and pathetic fathers of hers." Hartmann said in her detestable condescending tone of hers.

Sanya have never felt so angry towards someone ever before, she struggled against the tight , durable leather straps fruitlessly, her hand forming tiger claws that was meant to claw the evil's face that was right in front of her. Her body glowed immediately with the blue , icy magical glow, while cat ears sprouted out of her head.

"You...BITCH!...PIG!...CYKA!...WHORE!" Sanya hissed with languages that her father would never allow her to say when he was still around.

"Tsk, tsk, such colourful, language and rudeness! Is this how your father taught you manners when you are accepting Christmas presents from others" Erica taunted with clear amusement.

"Presents...?" questioned a still hateful, yet confused Sanya through clenched teeth.

Erica produced a glowing, polygon red gem with the size of a golf ball. "You know what this is...? It is a Neuroi core that I dissected out carefully from a Enemy-Neuroi specimen that foolishly tried to defend a Orussian couple that has no relations with it...all because of "honour"...What an DUMMKOPF! It was quite defiant, but I manage to get what I want like always...," the insane Nazi glamoured in between saliva spits and dilating eyes, while spinning around and holding the core up in the air like some sort of amateur ballerina. "IT doesn't deserve the strength it possess! , SO WEAK! SO COMPASSIONIATE!..ahh...but for...you little Litvyak..." Hartmann stopped dancing in her monologue, and glanced up the Sanya again, with that smile of hers.

Before Sanya could react, Hartmann slammed a palm on Sanya's face, then her gloved fingers converged on Sanya's bruised eye, then started digging through it. Despite Sanya's squirms and screams, Hartmann pulled out the thirteen year-old's eye ball, causing a lot of blood and tears splurtered out of Sanya's socket, while showering Erica with blood, making her look more psychopathic than before.

"AAARGH! I WILL GET YOU FOR THIS CYKA!"

Ignoring Sanya's swears, Erica hold the core up in the air, before slamming it right down to Sanya's socket, causing her to scream in between swears all targeted that Erica. More blood and tears continue to spill.

Something felt wrong once the core was inside Sanya's skull, she can felt her left eye again!, But instead of normal vision like her right normal eye, what she saw through her new eye has a bit tunnel vision and purple hue through it. She cannot felt her arms! Yet she can still felt motion emitting from it...to her shock, black hexagon spots start to appear and began to spread over her left arm and her turning it metallic black...her left eye turned into glowing red Hexagon , giving off a red glow towards Erica's perverted smilling face, who was enjoying Sanya's transformation.

By the time the left arm, face and leg was covered in Neuroi black texture, red glowing marks and hexagon formed on them. Her magical aura which was formerly blue, start to flicker for a while and turned to red. The transformation stopped on the half of her body fortunately, drawing a clear fine line on Sanya that separates her in half, half human side and half Neuroi side.

Sanya looked at her reflection through a nearby conical glass flask with wide eyes and a opened mouth...She just became a monster...

"Hmm..I was expecting a full transformation...OH WELP AT LEAST IT WORKED AHAHAHHA! MY LITTLE STUPID SISTER WAS WRONG AFTERALL! SCREW YOU URSULA!"Erica began her celebratory rant .

"She said it is WRONG to experiment on children, She said I am SICK! Well Look at her and look at ME! I made great progress while she...'ACK' "! Erica's celebratory rant was abruptly put to a stop when she felt sudden black, metallic fingers constricted her throat, Sanya managed to tear the leather straps with her Neuroi arm with inhuman strength that the Nazi gave her and is now holding the Nazi by her throat...well deserved Karma.

"Fucking...bitch I got you now..." The now half-Neuroi, half-Human Sanya hissed in a low murderous tone she had never used before, now bearing the same predatory smile that was infected to her by Erica, vengeance was so close!

Unfortunately, or "fortunately" for Sanya, a sudden bang shook the room, causing dust to fall from the ceiling, and causing Sanya to loosen her grip on the now already unconscious Erica .

It was a air strike...a second one dropped , causing the room to shake again,chemicals bottles dropped and shattered, the decapitated heads rolled down the shelf along with the jars of spleens which shattered once they reached the floor, creating a grotesque mixture of heads, spleen, chemicals and glass shards on the concrete floor. The metallic table Sanya was tied on fell down as well, with Sanya's face facing the concrete ground, thus giving her a broken nose.

From the little gap formed in between the metal bed and the floor, she saw a guard hurried down the stairs to grab the still unconscious Erica Hartmann away, away from Sanya's vision...she was so close to revenge.

Fortunately for her, god still gave her a chance for her wish, as the guard did not seemed to notice her due to the overturned iron bed and rolling heads gave her a good concealment.

After the guard left with his superior, Sanya helped herself up with that Strong Neuroi arm of hers, breaking out those leather straps without sweat and lifting up the bed with no effort at all...perks of being a monster huh?

Sanya put a arm to cover a bare, bloody beast and staggered up the stairs. She stopped for a while as she heard droning sounds of a bomber she was so familiar with in times of war , until the droning noise faded, she poked her petite body carefully out of the busted trapdoor which was the only thing standing in between her and the outside world , she saw carnage...absolute carnage.

There was fire everywhere, some at the wooden cottages or cells that hold prisoners like her, there is some fire on flipped trucks and tanks, which had already blacken. Many, many dead melted corpse of Nazi officers littered around her. The fire around her was so hot that puddles of water can be seen melted from the snow even in the Ostish cold winter.

"HURRY UP...KORBEL!"

She turned her head towards that voice and saw four Karlsland officers hurrying towards a military truck which was headed somewhere out of the camp. However before the driver can even start its engine. A red, flashing beam already tore the truck into half, followed by its grisly explosion, the drivers and passengers did not survive.

A Neuroi that shaped like a Shark with double the size of the truck it vapourized, hovered over Sanya, it dons a brown furry tarp on its back bearing the symbol of its allegiance, the Equalist Hive Sickle on a Star Icon . The giant Neuroi stopped moving forward and turned its attention to Sanya.

"COMRADES, WE FOUND A SURVIVOR!" The behemoth notified.

As if on cue, four men in Soviet red army uniform appeared out of one of the heavily damaged cottage. Before they can reach out to Sanya...they paused in confusion at the bizarre sight in front of them, which was understandable, as everyone will be hesitant to approach the naked thirteen year old , human-neuroi hybrid in first sight.

Despite all the hesitation the guards had at the first sight of Sanya the human neuroi hybrid...the gigantic Neuroi offered its tarp as a temporary clothing for traumatized Orussian. The Soviet Officers do not even need to ask how disgusting it was back at the camps as they can already tell from her exposed skin that was as yellow and dry parchment with deep reddish-brown scars and purple bruises scratched all over it . Of course , not to mention the dilated blood shot eyes she gave to the officers . The officers just remained silent, and guided her to the transport trucks which was stationed just outside the fenced gate , along with other ragged camp survivors, who remained just as silent as the soldiers. The only sound present was the hustle of Ostish winter wind, ticking sound of truck engine, and the droning sound of soviet bombers the flew over them.

Sanya looked at the Red army transport trucks, which looks similar to the vans that Sanya and her father used to travel to the horrible camp she was in few moments ago.

"At least it wasn't pumped with poisonous gas " She sighed bitterly under her breath.

What happened back at the camp was quite blurry in memory for most survivors who got rescued by the Soviets and Equalist Neuroi joint force . Humans tend to forget about the past time to time, it is in their nature. However for Sanya Vladmirovna Litvyak remembered every single detail of what happened that day, what happened to her arm, her eye and her father. She HATED that lunatic and her kind, She HATED that sickening smile on her face and her obnoxious condescending voice.

Through that unadulterated hatred, she managed to sustain herself for four years . In that four years she trained, bled, prepared in the Soviet Witches Military Academy in Stalingrad with amazing results and performance in such a small age, where she earned herself a Sergeant rank in the red army in her sixteens in a small period of time, thus earning a right to fight in the frontlines. Which allowed her to lead her comrades into countless victories against the enemies of the Motherland, thus earning her the rank of a lieutenant. There was of course some defeats and stalemates, such as the stalemate she face in Suomus (Our world Finland) , where she got shot on her Neuroi-half face by this Sniper who killed thousands of her Comrades , She goes by the name Elia "Simos" Juutilainen. However all whom goes against Litvyak doesn't get away with nothing else. "Simos" got her left jaw shattered by a rifle round by a equally skilled Soviet sniper. Which she then grew fond of him, saving her life like some knight in shining armor during her close encounter earns Litvyak's respect. The Suoman Sniper... still manages to run away somehow, with a bloody jaw, but wounds heals overtime, just like how fast the left half of Litvyak's face regenerated quickly in a matter of seconds. The Soviet Sniper's name is Private Dimitri , even through that knight is in tattered Khaki and a dull Ushanka hat , but it will be enough for a good comrade, and a good friend.

Litvyak lead her squad and pushed through the fascist line from Stalingrad all the way to Warsaw with outstanding aggression, she lost a number of men, but all their sacrifice was repaid in Karlslander blood and Imperialist Neuroi fragments.

she was at Seelow, Karlsland, the last line of defence Karlsland have that separates Litvyak from the black heart of the Karlsland Reichstag, and from her revenge.

Seelow Karlsland

12 April 1943

Lieutenant Sanya "Volk (Wolf)" Vladmirovna Litvyak

3rd Shock Army

"What is taking so long" Volk Litvyak murmured impatiently, as she took a sip of her watery, tasteless porridge which was the only type of food her army and herself used to sustain themselves throughout the war in the now winter contested land of Ostmark.

"Volk" Litvyak stared out through the flurry and cold wilderness at the little several silhouette of Karlslander infected village that was the only thing standing between her revenge in her wooden sentry tower . However she cannot advance now, because she have to wait for the scout squadron she sent that took way too long to return.

She slide her Neuroi left arm to her breast pocket of her heavy khaki coat and pulled out a pocket watch

"Maybe give them five minute more," Sanya said as she removed her ushanka fur hat, that bears the hammer and sickle star icon. It was getting sweaty even in the ridiculous climate.

Everything seemed to be in bad shape in Litvyak's camp, there was four men carrying a stretcher which held a severely injure Orussian-Neuroi that bears the shape of a submarine, he got his "hull" shot off, exposing the core. As the four men moved away with the Neuroi from Litvyak's view, she saw a man sitting beside a tent using rusty pincers to remove rifle shrapnels that was painfully embedded on his leg . There is also this poor bloody guy who have swollen lips which is puking blood, writhing on a stretcher. Litvyak then glanced back on her mug of "porridge" which was actually only rice water with only one visible rice grain floating to the surface. Supplies are running dreadfully low as well.

However, her men also have way keeping up the morale, private Sekrit, a humanoid Neuroi tanker was slugging down bottles and bottles of vodka with his pincer-like hands while bothering a rather silent Dimitri who was sitting beside him , Sekrit bombarded the silent sniper with drunken brags about how great Sekrit was, how great his T 34 medium tank was, and how he could run over Karlslander as a one-man tanker. Neuroi Tankers have the ability to merge with tanks, making them stronger and more reinforced, it also ease the burden of limited manpower, as it is better to have one Neuroi to drive a tank instead of four Humans in a tank, unfortunately Neuroi mergers is uncommon, thus Litvyak must bear Sekrit's alcoholism and attitude as he is a asset of the team.

"Lieutenant Volk, we have visuals." the sentry man beside his lieutenant reported.

A distant Manta-ray shaped Neuroi silhouette can be seen hovering over his squad of Soviet infantrymen heading to Volk's direction. To Volk's surprise, trailing behind her scout team she sent, was several wounded men in Karlslander fascist uniforms, and dozens of Karlslander Panzer fours Tanks and Karlslander Artillery loaded on trucks headed to Volk's camp. Only that in closer inspection, she could see the Karlslanders have their hands above their heads, and the Karlslander armoured units and artillery was all vandalized with crudely painted red hammer and sickle signs.

"Pokovich! What is the meaning of these! Why are you bring these...animals to our location!?" Litvyak yelled with disgust, as several infantry men trained their rifles on the unarmed Karlslander, ordering them to stand beside giant piles of snow for some reason.

"Well...we were spotted by the Karlslanders guarding the village somehow, however instead of firing at us, they waved the white flag." The Manta-Ray shaped Neuroi reported, "The Lieutenant of the Karlslanders said they already lost and they don't want anymore unnecessary bloodshed , so they surrendered, telling us to spare to village which hold more wounded Karlslanders." Private Pokovich shifted slightly to a woman in her eighteens among the Karlslander captives.

The Karlslander Lieutenant have twin grey brown ponytails that was both tied with a black ribbon each. She bores tired brown chocolate eyes that states that she already given up hope . She walks on her busted, charred striker units, with both of her hands up in the air.

Litvyak, glanced at the Karlslander with disgust, then look at the manta ray-shaped Neuroi back with anger.

"Pokovich, you...spared them?"

"They tried to surrender, lieutenant."

"Look around you Pokovich," As Litvyak gesture towards the many injured Orussian soldiers around her, while the non injured ones were rounding the Karlslander to line up beside the piles of snow. " Pokovich, I believe you know what is underneath those piles of snow right?"

Litvyak continued in her tone, laced with murderous intentions.

"Yes...Lieutenant...but with all due respect..."

"Do you think these animals would be denied their revenge, Pokovich?" Litvyak Snapped, cutting off Pokovich's sentence.

"Lieutenant..."

"KICK THEM OFF NOW! " Volk ordered as she unsheathed her trusty Sickle that was formerly sheathed behind her, ignoring Pokovich.

One by one the Soviets kicked or forced the Karlslander soldier into the giant hills of snow one by one, as they sink into the snow, resulting in a lot of weak dead branches and twigs cracking, that was used to hold up the snow to cover up the pit which it concealed, they are shocked of find whats hidden down there.

Corpses, lots of dead corpses of Karlslander and Soviet soldiers, which many already decayed and was moisten, flammable human fat. The once silent and tired looking Karlslander Lieutenant now glared angrily at the hovering Neuroi ,Pokovich.

'YOU PROMISED US WE WOULD BE SPARED AND TREATED FAIRLY!" She yelled her lungs out with bloodshot eyes and in Fluent Orussian, Litvyak's Native language.

Pokovich don't know what to say, he was wordless at his lieutenant, thus his superior took his place before he can reply.

"HAH! You have the guts to say that after u fascist pigs burned , raped and broke many, MANY, similar promises to your imprisoned ones, to your "Undesirables" as you called them. You are one disgusting hypocrite...FIRE THE KATYUSHA ROCKETS, TEAR DOWN THE DAMNED VILLAGE ALONG WITH ITS KARLSLANDER WRETCHES!" Litvyak ordered, which was resonated with a nodding Officer standing beside her, that parroted her orders to the rocket artillerymen.

"NOO! PLEASE, THERE IS CIVILIANS IN THERE, MY LITTLE SISTER CHRIS IS STILL IN THERE, YOU CAN'T DO THIS! WE SURRENDERED! " pleaded the formerly fiery Lieutenant witch, was brimming in tears, kneeling before the merciless lieutenant, which only gave her a kick in the stomach as a response.

"Lieutenant please ! With all due respect that is not necessary! I scouted that area, and I can tell the village is only filled with wounded men and children only ! " Pokovich begged as well.

"Correction : the village is only filled with Karlslander animals, and let's see if our Katyusha Rockets can make their wounds bleed faster..." Litvyaks responded, which was masked with loud hustling of rocket artillery trucks being fired. The silhouette of the village was now bustling in smoke and was glowing very, very red . Litvyak just look at the sight with a neutral expression, some Soviet soldiers possessed the same expression as well, gloating at the Karlslanders in their hearts as they imagined Karlslanders burning to death in the village of theirs, getting their retribution, Some with similar expressions just simply ignored it like Dimitri, who continued to play the silent guy. While some like Pokovich just looked away in disgust, Sekrit continued to slug down vodka in a quicker pace.

"This is not war...THIS IS MURDER!" The Neuroi commented before flying away in disappointment.

For the Karlslanders, the soldiers in the pit doesn't know what happened much, but for those who are still on the surface just eyed the explosion in shock. Their Lieutenant, whom formerly hold tearing , bloodshot eyes , is now burning with hatred .

"YOU... YOU Killed CHRIS!" She yelled before sprouting dog ears and tail, engulfed in a icy blue magical aura. Then charged at Litvyak, the thing that she hates most in many ways possible as a Karlslander, as well as a sister to this "Chris" , She charged at the Human-Neuroi Communist Orussian Hybrid that murdered her only family.

Before the Lieutenant can connect her fist to Litvyak's swiveling glowing eye . She herself slammed into a glowing red shield raised by the enemy Lieutenant. Causing her to be knocked out instantly, getting a bleeding nose instead of her revenge. Then the poor downed Lieutenant was grabbed by her throat with a oversized Neuroi arm, before being tossed into the hellish pit with her doomed fellow comrades , and the decaying dead

A few Karlslander who was yet to be thrown into the pit and was still on surface tried to make a pathetic run for it, but they are gunned down before they can even reach the gate of the Soviet camp, then their corpses the discarded to the pit like trash. The Karlslanders in the pit tried to wave and pleaded, despite their pleads , the red menace herself, the dreadful lieutenant, the Monster which tore their village apart along with the many innocents it holds loomed over them.

She unhitched a molotov cocktail grenade that was strapped on her utility belt. And curled her hand around the sock of the cocktail with her abnormal freakish Neuroified arm. Which began smoking , and a small, yet threatening flame sprout out of the sock.

The poor Karlslanders knows what happens, some continued to plead despite it was useless, some just stood their ground and closed their eyes, accepting their death.

But this "Lieutenant" continue to eye daggers to Litvyak, and showed defiance even in the very last breath, shouted something that Litvyak swear she heard it from somewhere...

"You...BITCH!...PIG!...CYKA!...WHORE!" That was the brown headed Lieutenant's defiance, a insult with a well known Orussian vulgarity, in Litvyak's kind's vulgarity. This caused Litvyak to stuttered for a moment, regardless , her bottle was still thrown into the pit, engulfing the corpses as well as the live Karlslanders in flames, they were the enemy Karlslanders, it had to be done. To finish up the job clean , she blindly swept the fiery halo below her feet with her Neuroi arm, shooting beams in random locations.

"Comrades...We must now leave, time won't wait for us " Litvyak said without a hint of emotion, her face was illuminated both by her red Neuroified eye, as well as the flames that was chewing off dead karlslanders. She turned that face towards the smoking horizon, at the direction where the former Karlslander village was, that was destroyed by her merciless rockets.

Author's notes:

This is actually my very first fanfiction, so expect grammatical and spelling errors a lot, I apologize for that.

I watched the Strike witches anime, it has so much potential with such a good theme and genre. A genre that is wasted by pantyshots, and a poorly written souless antangonist- The Neuroi. Furthermore , the whole anime was just featuring about plainly carefree girly school life instead of depicting a world war accurately. But I still liked the anime because of its theme. A theme that I can play with, with alternate dimensions as a genre , I can do everything with the anime.

Thus I just wonder, What if i gave the Neurois Soul, what if the Neuroi did not start a war with Human beings but get in dialogue with them? Instead of just "one" Neuroi faction in the anime , which only and solely the Neuroi Hive. Here in my story, there is Communist Neurois- the Equalist Hive, and the fascist faction, the Imperialist Neuroi. That is why u have characters such as Sekrit the Neuroi Tanker, Pokovich and the Shark Equallist Neuroi who saved Sanya. (HEY! Communist aliens, that's original!)

I believe you might guess the identity of the Karlslander Lieutenant, who have twin ponytails and a sister named "Chris" is...

Erica Hartmann is greatly inspired by Crazy German scientist Dr Edward Richtofen 1.0v in Cod Zombie as well as Joseph Mengele , the notorious Nazi camp doctor, that might inspire Edward Richtofen's creation.

I believe you guys did notice Elias presence in the story as well. Here , she actually inspired by Simo Haylah the Finnish sniper who was also dubbed the white death . With hundreds of soviet kills with just a iron sight without a scope earnt him the title, worlds most terrifying sniper. However a enemy sniper did shattered his jaw with a rifle round during a stand off, causing him to be facially deformed for his entire life, just like how Dimitri shatter Elias jaw in a sniper standoff.

Sanya v Litvyak is inspired by Viktor Reznov from Cod Waw, a rather intriguing and vengeful character in the Russian Campaign . I am even guiltily of stealing some quotes from him I even stole characters from the game...Pokovich is greatly inspired by Chernov, the Pacifist private that acts as a moral Compass in the game, Dimitri, is actually inspired by Dimitri Petrenko the main Protagonist. And of course, Sekrit is based on the name Sekrit Dokuments, which is a Warthunder meme on Russian bias in the game, while his personality is based on Nikolai Belinski 1.0v , a Cod Zombie Character, as well as a Russian drunkard stereotype. I like Reznov attitude and vengeance towards Germans, which will be an important theme in my story and will shape the plot as well. That is why Reznov/"Volk" Litvyak is in the story that is based on world war and revenge. (P.S Volk means Wolf in Russian)

I did research before making this chapter

Sanya's camp experience is actually referenced by Zee Sapir's experience, a actual Auschwitz camp survivor, which I read from this book call Nazi Hunter by Neal Basomb- A actual documentary on the capturing of Notorious Nazi Adolf Eichmann, as well as the experiences of his victims, suchs as Zee and Simon Wiesenthal. I even read up a layout of a Auschwitz concentration camp. Before the research, I actually pictured the Camp to be basic American Prison with cells and whatever, but turns out its not, so I did LOTS AND LOTS of changes to the chapter.

Regardless of how much research and effort I put into this story. There is of courses some logic flow fails and flaws, and inaccurate historical portrayal. One logic fail which is how Erica and the German/Karlslanders can communicate so well with the Orussian/Russians, but in the anime Strike witches they can do that, so l let this "fail" to pass. I intendedly manipulated Erica's age and Sanya's age to fit my story, because in the Anime, although Sanya is actually younger than Hartmann,but the age gap is not that big, but I let it pass for the sake of this story.

All comments are welcome, even some like "This is sh*t" or "OMG YOU 12 YR OLD" is also welcome. But of course constructive comments are most welcomed, and u might make this story less sh*ty with constructive comments! :)

PS... THE PICTURE IS NOT OWNED BY ME , IT'S BY SHIHION FON IN DEVIANTART

Cover Link: art/Erica-Hartmann-of-Karlsland-179315640