Random one-shot I wrote progressivly during school on my free time. I am sorry I've neglected you all, I really am. Please read this and accept my apology?

Next update, I will be starting on raelight's request. Hopefully it'll be soon.

Oh and please note, there are spoiler alerts in this story, if you haven't played Shangri La or the Moon just please be aware I might ruin some things for you.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or some other things that might be mentioned along these various one-shots in this story, they belong to the developers of Call of Duty: World at War and Call of Duty: Black Ops; Treyarch. I simply own small elements in where the inspiration comes from... at least I hope I do!

Enjoy!


The madman doctor wandered off from the rest of the pack. The eclipse has been activated and had strangely long surpassed the set timer yet, its darkening spell still lingered.

The unusual humid climate of the Asian forests made wearing his Nazi top jacket unbearable to wear. He unbuttoned his memorable uniform top and folded in over in his arms to prevent it from falling into the water and getting soaked. His black boots squished in the running cliff water. He was in the cliff groove underneath the civilizations waterfall, the running water currents made his walking slightly unstable along with the bodies of the deceased zombie corpses riddling within the watery depths, hidden.

He placed his tan Nazi top on the island rock in the middle of the cliff side. He then hefted himself on top the rocks, being careful not to accidentally trigger the caution brick. (You know, the one that says 'Do Not Press'?)

The eclipse was lessening slightly and staring up to the moon above was now much less painful and much more clearer to see from his temporary resting spot on top the rocky formations.

The slight breeze from the rushing waters behind him blew air forward and rumpled his graying hair and long over-due, white dress shirt brushed against his skimpy frame and over exposed his ghastly, skinny form hidden beneath his baggy attire.

As if on cue, a slightly dark melody echoed in the temple forest, the sound-waves bouncing against the numerous rocks and caves that loomed in Shangri La.

I see them staring back at me
They know my name
The faces in the sky are
looking for something more
My friends have paper smiles and
laugh at me in all my trials

The melody that played in the surrounding area was by a familiar voice, it played in almost every other location the crew would venture to. Her ghostly, yet sultry voice burned into Richtofen's eardrums and silenced the mocking voices from his sociopath condition.

Their eyes are everywhere
and see everything
what do
They need me
And I need them
See me
And I see them
Within
The lines they've been
burned in my mind
It all ends so violently I know
My sweet pareidolia
It all ends so painfully and slow
My pareidolia

The words lingered in his head and began to upset him as each verse was sang, to the mad doctor the lyrics resembled the point of view of the wretchedly, evil Samantha Maxis.

A scowl deepened on Edward's face, the infuriating thought of the troublesome little girl made more of the maddening, chaotic voices in his head reverberate back into his mind in increasing volume. The thoughts were not at all pleasant and caused the Nazi scientist to grip his head in pure agony.

"Nien! Nien! NIEN! Shtop it you evil little child! Zhe doctor does not like you!"

He screamed a shrill cry into the night, not at all caring if the others heard him in the distance. They'd probably get the idea that he was just too exuberantly excited about a lone zombie and decided to experiment on it since he was such a 'freak'. At this point, he didn't care of what the others saw of him, just as long as they were still succumbed to the elements side effects and help him finish the last step to his dastardly plot.

His heartbeat increased as well as his shallow breaths. He knelt forward, his head in between his knees and his forearms resting on his bony kneecaps.

The songs hidden message played tricks on his mind and he inwardly cursed in his native language as it dawned on the green eyed Nazi on just how pathetic he might've looked to anyone who was watching.

He raised himself from his once pitiful position and cackled crazily into the eclipsed night sky. A malicious grin tugged at his thin, pale lips and he tiled up his slender chin to gaze his emerald green orbs, eyes glistening and reflecting the currently shaded moon.

On instinct the graying haired doctor reached into his large pants pockets and retrieved a now, much smaller, element 115'd meteorite that had fallen into the hillside by the water slide. The power within the radiating, element 115 rock brought warmth and deceived perception of perfection into his mind that left the mad man into a trance of absolute affinity of an awful brewing plot He held it into a tight grip in his gloved hand. The clenched grip he had on the rock strained his slender, long, and boney fingers.

"I vill have my revenge on you Samantha..."

His usually booming voice let off in a whisper. Although not in fear, the whisper was menacing.

My friends have hollow eyes
They're made of shapes and curvy lines

He then grabbed another object out of his backside pocket; the golden rod glistened brightly against the eclipses eerie glow. It wasn't necessarily radiating as per say the meteor, but with the knowledge the doctor knew himself, he knew this simple rod had so much more to it than its apperance. It was a conductor of massive energy, and with the meteor he'd be unstoppable.

Their eyes are everywhere
and see everything
what do
They need me
And I need them
See me
And I see them
Within
The lines they've been
burned in my mind
It all ends so violently I know
My sweet pareidolia
My pareidolia

The wicked grin on the former scientists face broadened to an extent, he wanted to convey the message to sweet little Samantha, 'She shall rue the day she bestowed the torrent of his own creations against him' He thought.

He could care less if the brown-haired, blue dressed monstrosity didn't like it. If Sam sent her entire living dead army upon him, he'd be sure to finish his final preparations to make sure she fell with him. What he has planned all these years will not fall in vain because he failed to 'play the game'.

His pawns, (or in other words, his teammates) were all cleverly obeying his every order, with the exception of the American of course.

Richtofen was lucky that the others were clueless to his true intentions even with the slips he'd managed to let out through crazed inspirational moments. A lapse back into their time in the frozen, isolated excuse for a safe room in 2012 confirmed it otherwise. The others were slowly re-cooperating from the unfortunate side effects of element 115, Nikolai, the drunk Russian, was a perfect example.

How could you even keep track of all the misfortunate deaths of several lives, even with the side effects of alcohol?

That shall always remain a mystery to Edward Richtofen.

He shook his head, cursing to himself from getting off topic.

The voices in his head chanted along with the music, strangely doing more good then harm like they would in normal cases. He swore that if he looked into the ghastly noises in his head long enough that he could hear Samantha laughing at his dismay, perhaps it was his physiological problem playing tricks on him? He wouldn't be surprised if his suspicions were correct.

The song played and Richtofen hadn't noticed that he almost skipped two verses. He thought to the lyrics again as the woman's voice sounded dangerously, fueling the sickening conscious in his mind.

It all ends so violently I know
My sweet pareidolia
It all ends so painfully and slow
My pareidolia

la lalala
lalala
lalala
lala

"Yes, sweet sweet sorrow for mien frauline Samantha... Zhis sad, sad, tale shall end",He stared more intently at the eclipse above him more calculating then previous times, his eyes dimming dangerously, "End so violently, so slowly, and vhen I hear your cries, victory shall be mine. Ending so violently... for you."

He gave one last madly driven laugh into the air, shoulders shaking from his excessive laughing. The sound he left off sending chills down spines towards anyone listening. The song descending into a decrescendo until the air was left soundless and left a luring absence in the surrounding air.

Samantha, we know you're listening.


I apologize for all the neglect and TeenAngel, if you're reading this... Read the review I left above yours. I call it URGENT!

Also I am sorry if around 500 words into the chapter it didn't make sense. I had to try to remember everything I had in mind for this one-shot over a period of three weeks (school weeks mind you) and piece it together so it isn't as clean as I had hoped. I'll make up for it next update.

I hope you all have/had a great weekend and such. Take care and till next time!