Chapter 3

Despite the strength of the many straps that were tied around him, the man continued to kick and scream, cried and thrashed as the doctor continued working on his body with his surgical scalpel. It was not the tool that was causing the man his distress, as he had been administered painkillers not half an hour ago. Fighting through the drugged state of his mind, the man knew that he was not here at a regular surgery hospital, not here to be treated but only to be experimented on like an animal. Just like the others, he too would be disposed of like a broken toy, along with the rest of the victims that had been brought to castle, experimented on before finally having their bodies dumped in a valley deep in the mountains.

"Ohhhhh….. ahhhh… It hurts." The man croaked out

Struggling as much as he could, the man tried his hardest to escape. But the straps were far too tight. Blood dripped from his back, onto the table. The surgeon operating on him seemed to only enjoy the anguish he was causing to the man.

The doctor was finished his surgery. Today's procedure was the removal of the man's lower spinal cord. Operating on the man was Dr. Richtofen himself.

The room was was a fairly a decent size, containing a sink, a shelf for various files. Standing near the door were two large figures, Richtofen's bodyguards, as the bounty for the last of the remaining Nazi fugitives would be very high for anyone to collect. In the center of the room, the test subject lay on a table, strapped, with his belly facing downwards allowing full access to his back.

Richtofen continued the surgery with breakneck speeds, continuing to cut with a look on his face like one was gutting a fish, not even a shred of mercy or empathy remained in the cruel, mad Nazi's soul. With the conscience of a psychopath, the doctor stuffed a cloth into the man's mouth to finally silence his cries as his ability to walk and even live remotely a normal life was being taken away from him with every moment he sat through. He was utterly powerless to stop the bloodthirsty doctor.

"Oh quit your vhining, or I shall shut you up myself" He said as he handed the sample over to his assistant, the former Nazi researcher, Dr. Brummer.

"It is done," Brummer said as he took the sample given to him by Richtofen "But this man will never valk again. The damage done to his spine is far to great to ever heal"

Richtofen gave a sadistic laugh to his assistant.

"Hahaaha Doctor!" Richtofen said as he went to wash his hands of the crimson-colored blood that got on his hands. "This man vas a bum we found on zee streets of Paris. He did not look like zee athletic type type to me, he won't miss them too much. You joke quite well these days."

Brummer felt sick to his stomach as this was almost too much for even him to endure. It had been years since Brummer himself had conducted a similar surgery long ago in the death camps throughout Europe. However, before the Russians swept through Eastern Europe, Brummer felt a lingering spark of humanity deep within him, he knew he could never hope to redeem himself after the evil acts he had done. Although none of his victims could ever have forgiven him for the cruelties he inflicted upon them, they did see he had changed. But neither they nor Brummer himself could forgive the man for his acts during the war. For among his most heinous crimes in the list of atrocities committed by Brummer, during the war, was turning his own parents over to the Nazis, making him all the more heinous and desperate to redeem himself, somehow, someway, he must accomplish this before he dies.

As such, Brummer had been on the run since the end of the war in 1945. First, fleeing to South America along with various other Nazi officials moving to Argentina, then to Paraguay, Brazil before finally returning to his home country of Germany to try and settle his conscience in what he hoped for was a more peaceful end than many of his victims. That is when Richtofen took him back under his wing, blackmailed to continue his research under the Nazi.

"Vell now Doctor," Richtofen said, drying off his hands. "Take zee sample back to the lab, vee vill process it along vith the other hundreds of samples vee have collected to create our serum. Vee both know how much power vee can have if we manage to recreate your vork doctor."

Brummer sighed and took the sample and placed in a plastic box. Brummer was to take that sample and place it with the rest of the samples that have been collected over the past through months. In the back of his mind, Brummer hoped that his tip off to the authorities would prove fruitful and end the madness that was taking place here at the castle.

"Vhen you are done vith that." Richtofen said before leaving the room "You may retire to your quarters. I think thirty surgeries vill be enough today. As for you two," Richtofen said gesturing to his guards. "Dispose of this pig, vee vill not him his carcass stinkin' up zee room here."

The two men nodded and rushed down to the table. They quickly undid each of the straps that tied down the poor man. Once down, they dragged the body out. They had been completing this ritual for quite some time. Richtofen and Brummer operate on the men, these two would dispose of the bodies if they were not used in other projects.

Brummer slowly backed out of the room, quietly obeying Richtofen's orders. He entered the log hallway to the room across from the operating room to set aside the sample collected for use in future projects.

"If only I ver not coward" Brummer thought "Then I vould kill the pig myself."

Richtofen was finishing up in the operating room.

"Ah another day to continue my research." He said as he was taking off his lab coat.

After taking off his coat, there was a buzzing sound through the air, a faint but somewhat audible buzzing, like that a bumblebee makes. It was Richtofen's cell phone which he had almost forgot.

"Ah it must be my creditors." Richtofen said as he dug through the pockets of the coat to answer the phone.

Richtofen knew he could never fund his own research without a benefactor of some sort. Having been denied access to his Swiss Bank Account he had set up before the war, Richtofen began using what was left of his underworld connections. One route led to another and he was put in touch with a wealthy individual, one who had connections all the way to even the United States Government. It was through this individual who was able to get Richtofen a head start.

"Guttennacht" Richtofen said answering the cell phone. "Ja, zee research is going vell. We should have results by the end of zee month. Vhat do you mean you demand results in half that?! I cannot produce results in-"

Richtofen got cut off as he listened to his backer speak to him. Losing this individual meant losing the whole project to allow Richtofen in his quest to destroy the world. But he couldn't let anyone know that. As far as anyone was concerned, he was a brilliant researcher who specialized in creating weapons for terrorists on the black market. No one could know of the truth.

"I see, ja. As you vish, vee vill double zee speed of the research, to get zee results you desire."

The speaker on the other end seemed to be satisfied with the response.

"Very vell, vee look forward to meeting our next meeting" Richtofen said with a frustrated expression.

Once the conversation was concluded, Richtofen hung up. He then screamed and punched the door near the room.

"Verdammt!" He screamed. "She is vorst than Dr. Maxis's daughter, Samantha. But like any good girl can be placated with a present. I'll give her the research results while protecting mein own. Soon..." Richtofen began laughing like a maniac

The doctor stormed off and left room to return to his office. Sitting down in his chair, he wrote down a few notes and sat back and lit a pipe.

"Hahahha soon I vill be zee destroyer of the world, and I vill not let anyone stand in mein way." as he puffed on the smoke. "Not even you, mein gut Fraulein..." he thought as he sat down in his chair, ready to start the next phase of the research.