Now time to visit everyone's favorite doctor! (No, I mean Richtofen)
Richtofen calmly cleaned his nails, showing a surgical precision most never put into it. He still wore the black robe he had really begun to enjoy, but now had a golden necklace around his throat. It was emblazoned with the crest of the prince, the owner of the palace.
"Some palace" he muttered. "Blooming bastard just valked in and took it. I can barely stand his voice let alone his company."
He brushed another lock of hair from his face and kept working. His hands were completely clean, mainly because he had them radiate enough heat to bake a cake. He enjoyed this greatly. Now he didn't need to spend 2 fucking minutes washing his hands before his meals.
"Funny. All it took vas a little showing of my power for zhem to believe me" he muttered removing a troublesome chunk of dirt from his index finger. He stopped and put the small knife down. That would have to do.
He stood up and brushed himself off. No matter what he did, there was still dust in the air. Lots of it.
"Bloody Middle East" he grunted coughing. "I freaking hate this region."
He opened the door out of his chambers. "But I guess the women are worth it."
It was true. Lining the halls were the prince's female bodyguards, all of which were incredibly attractive. If Richtofen didn't have the god-like aura he usually maintained, he didn't doubt they could kill him easily.
He gave a bow to them and kept walking. Normally such behavior would be frowned upon in an Islamic region, but religion had been quickly abandoned for military strategies.
"Funny, all it took was a little nuclear warfare" he muttered. He chuckled to himself. He was glad they didn't know who he truly was. They just saw his fancy magic and let him have his way.
He entered the throne room and gave a bow to the prince. In truth, the prince should've bowed to him, but Richtofen was anything but impatient. He would play this little game for all it was worth.
The prince stood and flashed a smile. He was expecting him. "Good morning Edward. Did you sleep well?"
The doctor nodded. "Yes. Thank you for the company I had. But I fear I may have, well, let's just say they might be sneaking into my chambers for a second round."
The prince laughed. "No problem then. I shall permit them to do so. Even if they want to go through the window. But, down to business I suppose."
He held up a small chunk of Ununpentium. It was sealed in a large clear bag and placed in a glass box. "My men found this chunk of radioactive matter alongside an entire meteor grouping of them. Around this, well, everything was different."
Richtofen smiled. "That is Element 115 my friend. And it is what gives me power." He stopped. "Let me show you."
He held up a hand and the box flew into it. The prince was astonished, but quickly recovered to wait his presentation.
The German opened the box and removed the bag. He discarded the plastic and held the chunk of rock in his hand. He sighed and closed his eyes.
The rock glowed twice as bright as before and began to shake. Richtofen slammed his other hand on top and clenched his fists.
He began to shudder, as if his body was resisting the radioactivity. He snarled and clenched even tighter. The ends of the stone began to cut into his skin and a few drops of blood hit the floor.
He stopped and dropped the stone. Or, what was left. It was now just a chunk or rock, no marks or anything. There were indentations were his fingers held though.
Richtofen gave a smile to the eyeing prince. "I told you it gave me power. And only me. It will only fry you or your men."
The prince sat on the throne and began to think. "Can we perhaps try it in small doses?"
"No. It is completely lethal to any who haven't had the required surgery. Such as me. Or my former comrades."
"The ones who betrayed you?"
"Yes."
The prince nodded. "If I may ask, do you happen to be able to perform this surgery required?"
"No. Unfortunately. I would love some super soldiers in your ranks, since that also means they're in my ranks, but it is very complex. Unless…"
The prince raised his head. "Unless what?"
"I could try out my newest method of treatment. Involves near microscopic doses of Ununpentium into the various body systems. But the small problem is, well, I never tested it."
"Doesn't matter. I will give you one hundred subjects."
"Great. I will begin immediately."
The doctor took a bow and rubbed his hands together eagerly. "Time to practice medicine" he muttered to himself in German.
Yes, the doc is truly back.
