*Warning Mild Torture Scene*
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The Bitter Disease
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Vichy Gallia, or Fascist Gallia, Some Hellhole In Orleans
L.B
Day 1,
When I was still a little tyke, I would always play with dear sis Wilma in our private backyard with the other boys from my grade after school. Playing catch , hide and seek and the roleplays, the best kind of play ever. The most common play we would be playing would be either Witches versus Neuroi, or Knights versus Vikings.
As Britannians, the knights would naturally be the good guys, heroes in shiny armour, holy and Jesus-believing, crusaders. Compared to the Vikings, the stereotypical baddies, foreign, barbaric, bearded, brutal, does a lot of pirating and plundering and probably only knows doing that, and of course, the knights are the only hope of the good guys against these bad guys. So, sometimes we pretended to be Vikings , while the others pretended to be Knights, fighting each other in a holy war for honour with wooden sticks and slingshots.
In a traditionally sexist Society such as the Britannian Society, it was queer for some girl like me to always play as the Knights instead of either a damsel in distress or a Viking witch (The role Wilma is so familiar with), this was because I had good classmates and a good sister, bloody hell I missed them...
Oh and I am rather good at what I am playing as, I does the best war speeches, swing my sword the flashiest, and able to valiantly not give in to the Vikings despite the "interrogations" they did upon me , those torturous tickles!
I am brave! Honorable! Hence I joined the Military and became a Witch just to prove those Sexists that they are wrong about females, to prove that we are not inferior, not cowardic, not weak, but I was wrong, I am weak, and I am a coward.
It was then I knew how wrong I was and how right those Sexists were when I GAVE in to the tortures did upon me by the real Vikings, or the descendants of those Vikings , the Nazi Karlslandians, BEFORE they practiced real torture! So my dear Vikingess Ms/Fraulien Gertrud Barkhorn, I will tell you everything I know about the invasion plans that we Brits had in store for you Karlslandians, every codes from radios and all the names you needed to know.
So why did I surrendered for anyways? How did it come to this? Is it because it was due to something that directly concerns my current starving situation in my dark, bleak cell with no food and no water? Or is it because of something more noble? like "Please stop toying with those two Free Gallia resistance laddies that just won't stop yelling and screaming." so I surrendered?
I surrendered because I want my clothes back.
So Imagine the face Barkhorn made with her charred, rotten face when she heard my answer.
Its so embarassing, embarassing being tied to a iron pole naked without my underwear. I feel too violated when I am smudged in dirt, looked at by young Karlslandian men at my naked breasts. Even through none of those men had oogily eyes on them, but instead...dead soulless eyes that tells me there was no lust at all, they watched me because it was their job.
Oh, and here we have Strumbannfruher Gertrud Barkhorn, the Queen Vikingess herself. About her face earlier...that was no sarcasm , no hyperbole, no nothing but a blunt direct description. The moment I was caught and thrown into this hell with my Gallian mates, Barkhorn was the most terrifying thing I saw. Dressed in a typical black Gestapo uniform, wearing those white gloves that covered the blistered charred part of her hand, and her face, oh god her face, it looked like someone had roasted it with a flamethrower. Patches of rotten, reddish-brown flesh dangles on her left face and her right jaw, Her right eye was scorched so bad that it became a milky ghoulish white orb, with patches of holely, reddish-brown flesh encircling it, and she lost half of her lips, revealing her shiny skull-like teeth on the left side of her face, it was like she was constantly smiling maliciously on her marred right... She looked like one of those zombie monsters you see in horror movies, except the one in front of me was very real and alive.
Her voice, was more frightening than her looks, she spoke so monotonously and rasping. She was literally a zombie, blindly following whatever her Reich orders with no questions and no emotions, except hatred. When she hissed "So...what will make you talk?...", it sent shivers down my spine.
Nevertheless, we reached a mutual agreement, my clothes for my patriotism and dignity, what a fair trade! So, I did gave the Karlslandian the radio codes, and they returned me only my short skirt, panties and sweater, but not my scarf that my beloved Wilma had sewn for me the day before I got captured , because they were afraid that I might commit suicide with it. Oh, and there was one more lovely condition to our agreement, after one week I would be sent to a concentration camp where I will die more painfully.
Well, at least I got back my clothes, a piece of mouldly bread and a bucket of water as compared to the two Gallians whom were just a wall away from my room, crying "Viva La Gallia!" hysterically all night until Krieger, Barkhorn`s assistant, had to come into their room and beat the poor laddies into submission.
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∼.Chateau d`lf un hotel.∼
#103
Still in Vichy Gallia, in a Hotel in Orleans.
L.B
Day 2
Can you believe it? This place I am being held in, is actually a hotel. A unlit building with wooden planks nailed on every window of almost every room is actually a hotel! Well, that explained why there were discoloured baby blue wallpapers everywhere in my... guestroom. Only when the Jerries finally ran out of actual papers for me to confess on that they had to dig up scraps, and then I found out that this was a hotel.
I am now writing on the first scrapped paper the Jerries...excuse me, ( Krieger really do not like that word), Karlslandians gave me. It`s shocking, the grandeur ∼Chateau d`lf un hotel∼, where only rich , fashionable blokes once dwelled, had been corrupted by the Nazis into such a bleak place of torture. Then again, they twisted the Romantic Gallia into a Vichy hellhole too. HELL! They turned their own country into a Orwellian Police state that was ten times worse than the Godless land of the Soviet Orussia.
Yesterday I collaborated so obediently with the Karlslandians that they decided to bring me to see the other captives. To give the other more rebellious ones a good role model to follow, saying "if you don't resist like this dog , we will treat you as good as this bitch here". So Barkhorn guided me through the damned carpeted walkway of Chateau d'lf un hotel, with a pistol in one hand.
Now then I realized, this hotel is named after the prison from the famous novel the Count of Mount Cristo, where the main protagonist, whom is a Gallian, Edmund Dante , was unrightfully imprisoned because his friend backstabbed him. Then he escaped, managed to get rich and powerful and vengeful, and killed that snitching friend.
When I entered the room where the two Free Gallia rebels were. The first one had short Cheshire hair and cracked spectacles. From the looks of her bruised , blackened face, poor bloke must not have it well in this hell, no wonder she looked so lifeless. The more high ranked, the other Gallian in blue with long blonde hair had Edmund Dante written all over her. Those bespectacled eyes of hers were hateful and vengeful. Dear God, maybe she is Edmund Dante, and I am that snitching friend!
However I know that blonde Gallian was not Edmund Dante, but Perrine H Clostermann, while the Cheshire haired one is called Amelie something, I don't know her last name. Yes, I gave the Karlslandians their names, I shall give them mine too, Lynette Bishop, the cowardic , useless snitcher. You happy now Krieger?
When Barkhorn announced my obedient collaboration with her lot. The blonde haired Gallian, stood up from her sitting position and jabbed a furious finger into my soul, screeching : "YOU DISGUSTING TRAITOR!" in perfect english.
Krieger, all armoured up in his Neuroi-core powered PanzerSoldat-III Hartmann powersuit, with one oversized gauntleted hand, he gripped Perrine by her throat and slammed her face back onto the dusty floor. Perrine struggled bitterly as Krieger continued to press her down. Barkhorn bent her marred face down to the Gallian, looking more dead than ever, she hissed:
"You and your friend haven't eaten for more than one day, a few more hours later you both would be dead by dehydration. I can assure you, Fraulien Perrine H Clostermann, having your organs shut down one by one, having your brain melting into mush, is not a good feeling. So I suggest you to save yourself, and your friend, simply by collaborating with us."
Perrine looked up at Barkhorn`s rottened eye and spit a jet of blood onto the sickening white ball, causing the Nazi to stutter back and roar in pain and rage. I have to give it to you, Perrine was very brave back there, but very foolish.
Barkhorn yelled out a tirade of Karlslandian Vulgarities, as she ordered Krieger to hold Perrine up while she whipped out a silver knife, ...I don't want to describe what happened next, it was so...like the Liberions always say...so fucked up.
Yet, Perrine still haven't cracked, but Amelie did. She cried and cried as she hugged her abused comrade. Amelie promised Barkhorn she would give up her share of info for her friend`s survival.
Perrine croaked before fainting : "No...Amelie"
Amelie still insisted, Barkhorn hence walked away from the Gallians' cell , her gloves covered in red, still gripping tightly on her blood dripping knife. Krieger guided me back to where I belonged. I turned to look over my shoulders, I saw Amelie ripping out a piece of her clothing to bandage Perrine`s wounds while wailing into the abyss.
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∼.Chateau d`lf un hotel.∼
#156
Lynette Bishop
Day 3
I finally met Barkhorn`s second little helper, turns out to be a young, bespectacled silver-haired woman called Heidemarie. Whom was standing so close to me that I felt uncomfortable, but I can say, she is way better than that cranky brute Kreiger. Thank god I dont have to see that PanzerSoldat man for a while! Although there was times when Krieger, not in his ridiculous armour, sneakingly visiting Heidesmarie while Barkhorn wasn`t around, saying smoochy smoochy things to woo her, and... a blushing Heidemarie would shyly do the same to him.
Those were the times when I can really get to see Krieger's face as that face would be mostly behind a intimidating Iron Gas mask (or helmet) of the PanzerSoldat-III Power suit . Krieger is actually a blonde board-shouldered hulk with hypnotising blue eyes and a impressive square jaw, no wonder Heidemarie fell for him. Then I looked at the Swastika armband that constricted the man`s left arm, his masculine charm evaporated immediately before my eyes.
So, now Heidemarie guarded me as I write now, time to time I would chat with her. Since I am just a lowly prisoner with no hopes of escaping, and even if I do, it would be out of the frying pan and into the fire. I would be court-martialled for treason by the Allied Forces. Therefore, Heidemarie would not mind to share some of her tales to me.
One of the most intriguing things I learnt from Ms H is how Strumbannfruher Barkhorn got that face of hers. I am right about someone burning it into Yorkshire roast. I am wrong about the flamethrower part through, it was a molotov cocktail instead.
Gertrud Barkhorn also had a sister just like me, except hers was only ten years old, and dead, dead in the ruins of Seelow , holding a charred teddy bear on her death bed. Gertrud was stationed in Seelow until the Orussians stormed it. And guess who was leading that Orussian Division? The Infamous "Volk" Vladmirovna Litvyak, the best anti-Soviet postergirl that the Liberions used to criticize Stalin`s cruelty in the Suomish-Soviet Winter war , the same loony that unnecessarily scorched a whole stretch of innocent Suomish countryside with Napalm, the same monster the conducted the execution of a one hundred Suomish prisoners of war , just for the sake of drawing out one Suomish sniper. Yep , that Volk Litvyak.
So it was no surprise that the Litvyak`s men blew up the whole place into nothing but ashes , killed all the Karlslandians there, Nazis and non-Nazis discriminately. Miraculously leaving Barkhorn as the only survivor, with her faced charred into mush by Volk herself.
How she escaped always remained a mystery, all Heidemarie knew was that after the Soviets left Seelow, The facially scarred Barkhorn walked back to ruins of her village to find her sister, only to find her buried under a heap of ashes, her headless body still clutching to her teddy. It was only when Barkhorn walked three feets more, she found her sister`s decapitated head lying on another pile of ruins, with a expression of shock and horror on her face before she died.
Barkhorn hugged that head tightly, crying into the air, she cried so hard until she ran out of tears and emotions, leaving a empty soulless husk behind. She made a vow that, from that day onwards she "will not show mercy to the enemy ", she "will not show weakness ever again " , and shall she meet Volk ever again, she "will avenge her sister in the name of Justice! " Heidemarie said. And that's how the evil , soulless, bitter Gestapo captain was borned!
Then, "again?" What was that word all about, "again?" Does this mean the inquisitive, brutal Barkhorn shown mercy and weakness to the Soviets and In return, they killed everyone and roasted her face? Does it mean there was a time when Barkhorn was someone else nicer than her inquisitive Hauptstrumfruher self?
I am scared, really scared, if this is just a cruel cycle of revenge? Everybody knew what is the story behind the Soviet brutality on the Karlslandians, it was merely and act of revenge, a way the Orussians believe it was an act of justice for the horrible things the Karlslandians did upon them. Maybe that was how Litvyak was borned, then because of Litvyak, Strumbannfruher Gertrud Barkhorn was borned...dear god, if Barkhorn killed me, would the disease of bitterness and revenge infect my big sister Wilma too?
How many more little sisters must die in this war and how many bigger sisters and brothers will become a Barkhorn or a Litvyak? Is there a cure to this cancer?
That doesn't matter, as Strumbannfruher Gertrud Barkhorn was currently behind Heidemarie and myself as I write. Casually reading a fashion magazine about some funny looking countryside Karlslandian dresses while Krieger was having fun tearing out stubborn old Perrine`s fingernails with a pair of tongs.
For some reasons, I felt Barkhorn was looking at me instead of the magazine.
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∼La Clemente'∼
Lynn
Day 5 or 4 or 7?
How long has it been since my fate was sealed in this hellhole? I don't know, the next day after my last account, Kreiger banned me to write for while. So I spent the next few days or day alone in my claustrophobic cell. I lost track of time when I don't write, lost track how long I had left in the little week Barkhorn gave me to live.
So let's get back to what happened today.
This place used to be so fabulous, they even have a concert choir! I am writing on one of their music notes that they probably used for performance. That explained why was there a gigantic huge stone courtyard at the back of this gigantic building, where there was a grandeur stage carved from what it seemed to be marble. On that stage...erected a guillotine.
That day, Strumbannfruher Gertrud Barkhorn, Heidemarie and Kreiger in his PanzerSoldat-III armour with another PanzerSoldat-III guard herded me, Perrine and Amelie to the eye scorchingly bleached courtyard. Spending too much time in the dark, the sun almost killed my eyes. I wish it does, so I don't have to see that towering guillotine that cast a shadow over my face, foreshadowing my fate.
The Nazis apparently had soaked all the info they needed out of me and Amelie, we were not much use to them anymore. So The PanzerSoldat-III pair gripped both of our wrists and tied them together with a rope while Heidemarie jabbed a needle of phenol drug into our necks. That was a courtesy of the Nazis, to make us feel less fear and pain. Still, it was not enough for the Gallian, Amelie squirmed and screamed while Perrine cried as she saw her comrade being dragged away from her. Poor Perrine, barking and twirling her body like a mad dog, until one PanzerSoldat have to do something with her.
Ten minutes.
We had to wait while they prepared this and that. The Karlslandians threw open a gate to the lower lane to entertain the passers-bys. Kreiger was slowly pulling the murderous blade of the guillotine higher and higher. It had been used recently, blood still on the blade, dripping down on the marble ground. We stood tied together mutely, and I thought, They will make me watch. They will kill her first and make me watch. Then they will kill me.
I told Amelie my name and asked for her full name, but she did not answer.
Five minutes.
The other PanzerSoldat man had already battered Perrine into silence, using a metal gauntlet to hold her head on the ground, forcing her to watch the death of her friend. Perrine gritted her teeth in between silent , hateful sobs.
The churchbell rang.
They cut the cords that tied us together. They pulled her forward and I did watch – I did not look away from her face. It was all I could do.
She called out to me just before they pushed her into position on her knees there.
" It is Planchard ! Amelie Plan-"
The blade descend upon her neck, and Amelie Planchard`s head rolled off the stage and the iron curtain closed on the tragic life of Amelie Planchard.
It's my turn now, Krieger grabbed me by the neck and dragged my head onto the wooden pillow. I cringed as I felt the lower part of my neck was wetted with Amelie`s blood. I panted and panted, I looked around and round, but I can't, Krieger held me so strongly that the only direction I am looking at was the opened front gate of the lower lane, where poor Amelie's head rolled to.
A innocent woman walked passed that gate , she looked down and saw Amelie's bloody head. Poor woman covered her mouth and screamed out loud and scurried off, crying .
A new figure walked in front of my vision, and that was Barkhorn, looking down at me, looking...sorry?
Then one of the most surreal thing happened in my life occured. A Karlslandian soldier rushed in from that gate and handed Barkhorn a paper... first time in forever, I saw the Strumbannfruher Gertrud Barkhorn, cracked a sincere smile...
SWISHED!
Kreiger released the guillotine lever, and the bloody blade cut my ponytail away, but my head did not fell.
I looked up and saw Gertrud, with a blue magical outline of a Witch enveloping her, holding the guillotine blade with her palm single handedly , still keeping her eyes on the mysterious paper she was currently reading.
"Strumbannfruher?" Krieger wheezed through his mask.
"The girl lives, orders from HQ..." Barkhorn said.
Then a dazed Krieger released me from the guillotine, and I was leaded back to the ominous darkness of the Chateau d`If un hotel , passing the other PanzerSoldat man whom was still restraining his captive. Then that captive craned her neck and glared at me and Barkhorn.
Barkhorn once again appeared in front of me, but this Barkhorn wears spectacles, had blonde hair, and is not a Nazi. Dear...god, it was actually Perrine, I never seen eyes so bloodshot and bitter, those burning vengeful glares of hate. I looked behind me and saw Barkhorn again, then I looked back at Perrine, and then back at Barkhorn...
I can't tell who is who,
but I can tell that the bitter disease had claimed another victim.
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info :
PanzerSoldat-III Hartmann
Infantry Mobile Suit
Nation: Karlslandian Third Reich / Nazi Karlsland
Right before the Second World War, due to the combined efforts of the Imperial Neuroi Hive and the infamous Hartmann Group, the most powerful research branch of the Karlslandian Third Reich, Karlsland successfully harnessed the Neuroi technology to complete with their Soviet neighbours. The PanzerSoldat series was created out of Karlsland`s technological achievement of the Neuroi tech, a shrunken down mobile suit to patrol the streets of Karlsland or its occupied territories. The PanzerSoldat-III acted as a police mobile suit, powered with a Neuroi core, armed with a MG456 miasma cannon, it is the perfect armament to cause fear to the pesky resistance who dared to defy the Third Reich.
Based off NewTypeAuthor346's gigants and Wolfenstien`s UberSoldaten
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Character Info
Hans Krieger
Nationality: Nazi Karlsland
Class: Supersoldat Enforcer
Affiliation: Orlean Gestapo
Strumbannfruher Getrud Barkhorn`s most trustworthy assistance, loyal ,buff, strong, not very smart, perfect Aryan feature of being blonde and blue eyed, and seemed to have an affinity with the PanzerSoldat-III suit. Hans Kreiger was assigned as Barkhorn`s right hand man after Barkhorn mysteriously returned from Seelow to serve the Reich again. Not afraid to use violence, and not afraid of death, Hans is Barkhorn`s perfect hammer to trample over any who did funny business in Barkhorn`s territory of Orleans. Hans flaws, other than his thinking, was that him having a secret affair with one of his colleagues in the Orlean office.
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Heidemarie w Schnaufer (World War)
Nationality : Nazi Karlsland
class: Night Witch
Affiliation: Orlean Gestapo
Born in Calw, located in southern Karlsland, which not far from the national border with Galia. Heidemaire's magical power manifested itself during her childhood and, since her night eye was quite effective, people expected much of her future as a Night Witch. However, because she could not control her night vision ability during her childhood, she was forced to live constantly in gloomy indoors. Incidentally, her parents were into the wine business and she used to make their gloomy wine cellar into her playground.
At 10 years-old, she was matriculated in a witch development institution and given a education that included how to control her ability. Though her night vision ability would no longer activate accidentally, the damage previously done to the optic nerve could not be restored even with magical treatment, so she usually wears glasses with a very strong prescription.
Eventually, Heidemarie as a Witch, will be conscripted into the Karlslandian army due to Hitler`s intense conscription in preparation for the war. Heidemarie did not joined the Luftwaffe, air force, but joined the Gestapo instead due to her ability as a night Witch. Heidemarie can intercept numerous radio signal from the underground resistance, communists and from anyone who had broke the oppressive laws of the Reich. Making her a dangerous tool of surveillance for the Gestapo Secret Police. Thanks to her help, Barkhorn caught over hundred rebels , all either gets shot or sent to a concentration camp.
*Strike Witch Heidemarie W Schnaufer`s Alternate counterpart
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Amelie Planchard (World War)
Nationality : Gallia
class : Witch
Affiliation : Free Gallia
Born to a farming family in Normandy, in Northwest Gallia. As the first witch in her family line, she was sent away to a national training institute where she lived alone, away from her family, a difficult experience for such a young girl. During the Karlslandian invasion of Gallia, she joined the Free Gallian Forces with Perrine H Clostermann, the two formed a close bond together.
*Strike Witch Amelie Planchard`s Alternate counterpart
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Lieutenant Sanya "Volk" Vladmirovna Litvyak (World War)
Nationality : USSR
class : Infantry Witch, Neuroi Hybrid
Affiliation: The Red Army, Third Shock Army.
Having to witness her mother separated from her, seeing her father tortured to death right in front of her just for playing an accordion in Christmas, and finally having a Neuroi core stuffed right into her skull, transforming into a monster that was neither human nor Neuroi, all thanks to the Karlslandians. Vladmirovna Litvyak , sustained herself through that unadulterated hatred she has with the Karlslandians, growing up into one of the most brutal and notorious Red Army Officers serving under Josephine Stalin.
Litvyak fought in the Winter War against the Suomishs and there she committed the Red Scorch of Suomus and the Execution of a Hundred. Where Litvyak scorched the whole countryside of Suomus with Napalm and executed a hundred prisoners of war just for the sake of drawing out one single Suomish sniper whom had taken out fifty of Litvyak`s men that day.
In Karlsland, her orders were clear, kill all Karlslandians as much as possible, for they are not allowed to surrender. As no Fascist animals shall be denied of their revenge.
When criticized of her war crimes throughout the war, she would say : " The Geneva Treaty was written by the Capitalist and Capitalists only, no point following a useless piece of waste paper."
*Strike Witch Sanya`s Alternate Counterpart
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Author Notes :
This is a incomplete Chapter, why? Because this is another TEASER chapter for Strike Witches : In Another World !
I know, third Teaser chapter! Well, don't be angry with me for I had a good reason to release the third Teaser chapter.
For starters I had difficulty teleporting the Soviets to the SW world (but don't worry, it will be done) and then this idea popped up in my head. This TEASER is mainly to let the reader take a glimpse of what is to come in Strike Witches: In Another World, as well as a sneak peek at what is going on in the Western Theatre in my Alternate universe.
If you want to know what really happened to Barkhorn`s face, check out the full story, Strike Witches : In Another World Chapter 4, or the other TEASER chapter: Sanya , The Red Menace , simply by clicking on my username.
I will delete this chapter once I completed the Soviet-Strike Witch Universe chapters (but I will keep the Teaser Story)