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"The rules that come with mental patients are that a third get better, a third get worse and a third remain the same. Do you know what I mean by that?"
–Dr. Ewen Cameron psychiatrist involved in shock therapy and mind control research.
"The blessing of euthanasia should be granted only to true Germans"-Dr. Viktor Brack
Dr. Richtofen was a very different person when I first met him, before his 'work' changed him, before he went insane.
Then again, these days who knows what sanity is anymore?
In a world where people are treated like property,
where you can be shot for any reason at all, any small suspicion of treason.
The pope, children growing up with the endlessly drilling in their minds that mass murder is
justified for reasons that are too complicated for their innocent minds to understand.
They are being lied to, and used, and god only knows for what.
For reasons that I am no longer sure make any sense anymore…when did I even accept them to be sensible anyway?
A few times I awoke from induced sleep before falling blissfully back into oblivion.
The unresponsive and highly injured state my body is in was mostly what drove me to fully awaken, fighting the sedatives every step of the way.
It seems I had been shot in the thigh and above my left Ilium.
I am pretty sure my kidneys, intestines and femoral arteries are intact.
The problem is how long have I been bleeding for.
How long I had been laying here, I also did not know, but if I did not get treated, I knew I would definitely die.
Slowly, very slowly I regained control of my muscles, allowing me to roll over on my belly,
ignoring the excruciating protests my wounded torso made, and with much effort I began to pull myself forward with my hands,
submerging into the coagulated blood caked on the floor.
I did not care, I had to get to the supply storage that I knew was close by.
As I finally dragged myself out of the small room, I began to hear strange groans and moans,
they sounded awful, only a dying organism could make such awful noises.
I looked to my right, nothing but an empty hallway, the power seemed to be out which was just a classic.
As I turned my cramped neck to the left, my eyes widened in horror of what I saw,
a strangled cry leaving my lips, my brain slowly making the connection.
"O Lieber gott!" I heard myself cry as I watched the creature tear its way toward me, it's ugly decaying eye sockets bulging ever so slightly.
It required extra attention to detail to tell, but they were definitely fixed on me.
The creature was human, for there was a spinal cord dangling out of its torso,
its intestines sliding along the floor with no pelvis or legs to hold them in its rib cage.
This horror left a nasty trail of desiccated blood and other bodily fluids.
It was foulest odor I have ever encountered, burning my nostrils, making my eyes water as foul stomach gases irritated my retina.
I cried out again, trying to push myself up with my trembling arms, but to no avail, I had no strength,
however, the effort had caused my hip to bleed faster a cold shiver passed my body, and I knew my blood pressure had gone significantly down.
The realization that things might get physical struck me, I would have to fight an undead torso, and it was a life and death situation.
I stopped resisting, i sat there and waited for the auto animated entity to close its distance of only a few feet,
what had once been a raven S.S. uniform was now a collection of wool, silk,
and cotton bits and pieces that had absorbed too much blood, now forming a solid consistency.
The creature was so close to me now, It was so very hard to not scream,
the displeasure was incredible, nothing I have encountered had ever reached this level of filth, and I had seen many disgusting things.
"Come und get me." I challenged the being, taking out a pen I had left in my pocket; anything sharp would do more damage than my trembling fists.
As the creature lashed out at me with its disfigured hand and missing digits, I quickly returned the blow with a swift stab at its left eye socket,
rewarded with a squishy sound and mangled groan from the zombie.
This was not a good idea, for when I pulled the ballpoint out a mixture of blood,
puss and what seemed like brain matter poured out, spattering onto me and the floor.
Immediately I dropped the pen impaling a shriveling eye socket with a dangling membrane and threw up some nasty chunks myself.
My nausea and bullet wounds were not the only things to worry about,
for the creature was still only half un-dead, I did not notice until I heard a loud gunshot.
I looked up from my filth in surprise, my vision blurring by the sudden movement,
all I could see was a tall figure looming over me with a six shot revolver pointed at me,
as my gaze established focus, I could not believe what I was seeing.
"R-richtofen?" I weakly enquired, hoping this was not a hallucination.
As I said this name, the man in front of me let down his gun, squinting his eyes at me as if he too thought I was just a delusion of his.
"first I hear voices, und now zhis?" he commented at no one in particular.
Is it just me, or is his voice more acute than it used to be?
I couldn't exactly put my finger on it, but he sounded different, crazed.
"No, no, I am real, und I am dying." I managed to say, rolling over on my hip so he could see my wounds,
ignoring the fact that I was now sitting in blood, vomit, brain matter, and puss.
The strain of sitting on my hip sent my eyes rolling back as a wave of pain and nausea hit me,
I fell back, a loud groan leaving me as I felt bile rise in my throat once again.
I tried to fight it, but to no avail, I lost consciousness again.
"You failed six of zhe fifteen questions on zhe test." Came the simple remark, a tone of disappointment was easy to catch.
Dr. Richtofen regarded me with a cold visage, handing me the graded test I had taken the day before.
After completing the test I was dismissed back to my quarters, where i was escorted by a soldier.
Sophia had gotten the same kind of test, though the questions varied;
she knew much about chemical compounds and biology and therefore would probably be better off than me.
At first she hated Dr. Maxis, but now she would talk about him like a dreamy school girl does her idol.
It was kind of creepy how different her disposition had become in the matter of a few hours,
regardless, we chatted nonsense about our lives until it was time to go to sleep,
this was signaled by a loud bell somewhere out in the facility.
In the morning I had been called back to the office of Dr. Richtofen, whom, according to Sophia, was just Dr. Maxis' assistant.
"Don't be confused!" she said as I angrily bad mouthed Richtofen, thinking he was all high and mighty when he had a meister to obey.
"Zhis doesn't mean he doesn't have authority, he is second in command, don't forget zhat!" was her brief warning.
And now here I was, feeling like I was in school all over again, about to be told by my teacher to study harder.
I didn't bother looking at the test, instead I locked eyes with the doctor, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
"So…vhat does zhat mean?" I asked, folding my arms, scooting back into the chair.
The doctor was silent, his elbows on the desk, folding his gloved hands together and resting his chin on leathered knuckles.
A small smirk crept up on his lips as the doctor locked eyes with me;
"It means you are not half as bad as vhat I thought, I handed you an aptitude test of subjects you are not an expert of,
but you still managed to answer most of zhem correctly."
I was not expecting him to praise me, but I did not let my guard down, I was silent.
Richtofen too was silent, taking a note of the men's SS uniform I was wearing;
it seemed he liked me wearing a dress for he provided a disapproving shake of the head.
"Und how is your ankle feeling today?" he brightened, standing up from behind his desk and walking up to me,
before he could get any closer, I etched into my chair and smiled.
"Oh it feels much better, danke herr" I nervously replied, fidgeting in my seat as he stood a few feet away from me, arms behind his back.
"Zhat ist gut to hear." He paused, his face rearranging into that of seriousness once more,
he took a seat next to me, arranging his uniform as he got comfortable, locking eyes with me.
"You are an expert in cognitive science, ja?" he didn't wait for me to reply, we both knew this was true.
"I have matters I wish to discuss vith you, but before ve get down to business,
I must have you promise me you vill not say a zhing to Sophia or Dr. Maxis, or anyone for zhat matter."
this was interesting, was the Doctors assistant hiding something?
Was he creating a project of his own?
I nodded, not once breaking eye contact, it was essential he knew I was serious.
"Vhat is it you are doing zhat requires a manner of secrecy, most importantly, vhy do you need me?"
The doctor smiled, lifting a gloved hand to his face, he held out his index finger in front of his lips,
"Shhhh, all in good time, Imelda," he paused, leaning closer to me and signaling for me to approach him,
I inclined forward a few inches, not too close.
"I need someone like you if I am to carry out…zome projects."
He cheerfully explained, reaching into his breast pocket.
At first I thought he would take out a hand gun and shoot me right then and there, but instead he took out an envelope,
my name written in fine cursive.
"Read zhis on your own time, vhen no one ist looking.
For now, meine meister has told me to show you around the facility and let you in on vhat projects we vill be developing here.
Did you fill out zhe papers I gave you yesterday?"
I remembered that I had left them on my drawer, so then I proceeded to tell him….
"Uhhh…you sure you found her alive?" came a congested raspy voice in english, the r's rolling like a Russian's,
the sound of boots shuffling somewhere to my left, someone reloading their gun.
"Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised if nazi here liked to fuck corpses."
Said another voice, this one low and impatient, the accent of foreign origin, like the first voice.
"Shut up, Dempshey, I have to get zhe bullets out und need to concentrate! Go avay"
replied an angered familiar voice, an awkward silence settled.
There followed more some shuffling of clothes and boots decreasing in volume,
"Fucking asshole nazi piece of shit…" a very low mumble that my sharp hearing caught,
"Shtupid American…" and I didn't seem to be the only person that caught it.
Who were those people? My thoughts were cut short as I felt someone take hold of my torn shirt;
I opened my eyes only to catch Richtofen standing over me, knife at hand.
The doctor noticed I had opened my eyes and flashed me a toothy grin.
"Oh good, your avake." He commented cheerfully as he once more took hold of my shirt.
While holding the knife under the cotton, he sliced my shirt open with one quick motion.
Normally the shirt would fall back to reveal my flesh, but it was caked with so much blood that bits of the cloth had stuck to the wounds,
the shirt stayed in place.
I searched for Richtofen's eyes, worried as to what he would do;
he was staring at me with an expression I simply could not decipher and made me uneasy.
I was not in the condition to hold my head up for very long, however, and I lay back down,
taking note of the nausea and pain that I was starting to feel, the sedatives were almost worn off.
"I found you in zhe Wehst ving" the Doctor finally said, walking closer to me so he would be in my field of vision;
he reached in his left pocket, taking out a syringe with a strange pale substance.
I am not sure if it was my bloody deficiency, for I could not be seeing that it was glowing!
"Vhat zeh hell ist zhat!" I reprimanded, trying my best to back away, but I had no strength left in me to move,
I sat back down in what I dully noted was a medical chair, with restraints and everything...
The doctor smiled at me, he seemed malnourished for his cheeks were hollow and his SS uniform hung loosely on him,
last I remembered he had been in good physical condition.
"Relax, it vill make you feel better, I promise" he said, that crazed tone I had previously seen showing itself once more,
there was definitely something different about him.
How long had it been since our last encounter?
"I just got off a bunch of sedatives, don't you dare stab me with whatever that is, du hurensohn!"
I angrily retorted, with much effort I sat up on my elbows,
the strain causing another wave of pain and nausea to override my system.
I coughed; spraying blood in my hand as I quickly covered my mouth.
The doctor held the syringe up, eyeing me curiously.
A big bad Cheshire cat smile still fixated on his lips as he watched me struggle with every small movement I made,
paying dearly as blood just kept gushing out.
"Now, now, mein frau, ve can do zhis seh easy vay, or ve can do zhis seh hard vay, ihre wahl."
I narrowed my eyes, I would not succumb to his threats, whether they be empty or not, I would not allow myself to be sedated once more,
being robbed of my freedom of my own body was pretty infuriating.
I turned my head away from him, collecting all the unpleasant blood and leftover puke from my mouth,
and released it in one wad of spit somewhere far where I could not see.
"Ich werde stech mich, vergiss es!" I darkly hissed in warning, giving him the best intimidating glare I could muster,
taking a quick glance at the scalpel lying on the tray, but to no avail.
The doctor threw his head up and laughed hysterically, and just as the oscillation rose in pitch, it subsided just as drastically.
In mere seconds the doctor was hovering over me, the weight of his body completely paralyzing my already weakened body.
I tried to move my arms, but the Doctor had beaten me to it,
both my arms were held above my dome, both wrists shackled by bony leathered fingers.
I glared up at the man on top of me, his smirk angering me beyond redemption.
The doctor knew I would wait for him to let his guard down, and then I would deliver a lethal blow even if it meant bleeding out in the process.
So it is that he decided his next move, at first I did not know why he removed his glove from his free hand with his teeth,
until he reached down and traced a finger down my naked stomach, resting on my bullet wound.
I shivered unpleasantly, sucking in breath through gritted teeth, the sting was unbearably painful.
My body felt heavy, like if plutonium had been injected into my body, with the atomic weight of 244 eliminating all chance of movement.
Without warning, Dr. Richtofen jammed his index finger into the un-cauterized wound, his eyes on me as he watched me whimper below him.
At first I cried out, but I knew that if I showed signs of weakness in front of this individual,
I would surely regret it; he was the kind to tease someone into madness.
Once I got used to the painful sensation, he proceeded to dig in the wound for the bullet.
The pain was unbearable, i responded by gritting my teeth so hard my brain, jaw and neck began to hurt.
My vision clouded over, spots appearing on my sight as i lost focus.
My eyes rolled back in my cranium, falling back onto the medical chair, everything went blank.
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vocabulary:
o lieber gott-oh my god
meister-master
du hurensohn-you son of a bitch
ihre wahl-your choice
ich werde stech mich-im going to stab you
vergiss es-forget it