Chapter 8: Escape
Megan Gaebel let herself be dragged down the hall by Ralph's goons; how the hell am I going to get outta this? she thought to herself. Her thinking went on for quite sometime until they reached a large room near the middle of the institution, inside it was a humongous machine that looked like it was made to torture Intel out of the strongest. It was about seven feet tall, with a board attached to the front that had restrains on it so a person could be held onto the machine, as well as a facemask that was attached to the board with a thick chain. On the left side of the machine was large control panel where a skinny nerdish looking man with glasses sat, eagerly pushing buttons and preparing for a wonderful day at the office on the right side of the machine was a giant viewing screen which seemed to mirror images that showed on a smaller viewing screen above the control panel. Megan shivered, she knew this machine meant trouble for her, big trouble.
"Isn't it magnificent my dear?" Officer Ralph asked in a light-hearted type of voice.
"What the fuck is this thing, some type of torture device? Do you want information from me or something?" Megan asked in her normal, quiet voice, fear creeping into it that was only too easy to pick out.
"No, not a torture device, much more. But enough of that you'll see very shortly, I'll save what it really is as a surprise for you to experience yourself," he retorted, smiling at the sound of fear that was noticeable in the young German's voice.
At these words she was dragged across the room but the two goons who led her in but one more joined them when they got to the board at the front of the machine. Slowly the new guard who joined them took off her straitjacket, when he was finished another picked her up and the last guard fastened the restraints around her wrists, forearms, thighs, ankles, chest, neck and then secured the facemask around her head. She could still breath and see, but her hearing was somewhat impaired from the squeeze of the firm helmet made out of rubber and iron.
"Ok, now that I'm strapped in this shit can you at least tell me what it before you use it?" Megan asked. Ralph just ignored her questions and crossed his arms behind his back. He looked up at her restrained body and smiled.
"So Ms. Gaebel, you're fifteen years old correct?" he asked, his face a mix of concern and excitement now.
"You don't have to answer my questions, so I don't have to answer yours. Now tell me WHAT THE FUCFK THIS THING IS!!!" Megan roared, loosing control from anger and fear.
"If you insist young one," Ralph said in an almost mocking voice. "It is simply the most state-of-the-art piece of equipment and the first machine ever created for the steady uprising of mind control," he said with finalization in his response.
At these words every nerve in Megan's entire body tensed and every one of her muscles froze. "Now why would want to control my mind?" She asked, almost shaking now.
"It is quite simply really, for a fifteen year old your skills are extrodinary, now I want you to work for me and become part of my forces, but I know you won't do that willingly," he answered.
"So you plan to take over my mind using this machine and make me your body guard and slave?" she asked.
"Correct, however I also wish to probe your mind to find out some information about your background and your "great leader" that you told Siesel so much about," he answered, motioning to the computer tech to start up the machine. Suddenly a loud buzzing sound filled the room.
"YOU'LL NEVER BREAK ME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!! WHEN I GET OUTTA HERE I'LL KILL YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES!!!!! I'LL NEVER REVEAL MY SECRET!!!!" she screamed, rage beyond nothing she had ever felt before crept through her body. She startedvto wiggle frantically, looking for a loose restraint. None. She began to wiggle harder, trying to break a restraint but before she could truly try she felt a shockwave sent through the facemask into her head, which made her to weak, and fall limply into the binding restraints.
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head and she knew that her flesh was being cut into ever so slightly, then before she knew it the pain was replaced by a cold sensation. What the fuck are they doing? She thought to herself. From the right side of the machine, where the large viewing screen was placed Ralph answered.
"Nick, our good friend at the control panel, has just cut into the back of your head and inserted a small metal bug that will alter your brain patterns to what I wish them to be altered to, and I can control them from a little tiny remote that is in my back pocket right now. Isn't it marvelous?" he asked in an excited voice.
Megan began to feel weak, and shaky. She could barely keep herself conscious but she somehow found a way. Then Ralph spoke again.
"Well wouldn't you know it, its all here. Germany put together a "small boy force" before the war to train boys around the age of ten to be full-scale soldiers. You were recognized for your skills as a young woman and became the only girl in this force. Your kill record is outstanding, averaging 72 assassinations a month while you were undercover and 312 in combat. You were born in Berlin and at the age of nine started your training under Sergei Ratrolov, a Russian who moved to Germany at the age of 14 and became a general under Hitler at the age of 31. At the age of 14 you fell in love with General Ratrolov, age 34. You have little friends because you believe that getting close to people only leads to pain, whether be a relationship problem or a death of a close friend so you take pride on becoming friends with animals. It quite lovely how much I can learn from one little metallic device isn't it?" he asked, taking a break from reading her biography that had obviously shown up on the large viewing screen,
Megan was about to answer but before she could muster out any words that was a small burst of automatic gunfire that came from across the room, then a small explosion followed by more automatic gunfire.
"KILL THE FUCKING TRAITOR!!" Megan heard Ralph's voice yell. His command followed by more and more gunfire of all different types. Suddenly all was silent, then there was a burst of automatic gunfire and one shot from a single handgun and Megan's restraints loosened, letting her slip off the board and land on all fours on the cold tiled floor below her.
"Ugh, I'm surrounded by incompetent lunatics!!" Ralph said in a loud voice just below a scream as he started to run away. Megan heard another small burst of automatic gunfire, then the clip in the gun was empty. Megan looked around to see where the shooting was coming from. Even thought her eyes were still unfocused and she was still weak she could see a black man standing in the far right corner of the room, he look to be about 5'7 and had a decent muscular build, he had short black hair, brown eyes and wore a white basketball jersey and white shorts, a black sweatband circled his head and the empty Thompson was still in his hand. He threw it down and ran to where Megan now lay on her stomach, very weak from the process that the machine had done to her and still shaken knowing that she had a mind control device in her head.
"You ok girl?" the colored boy asked.
"Would you be ok if you just had your head cut open and a mind control bug that seems a little too high-tech for this day and age forced into your brain?" she asked sarcastically.
"Dunno," he responded, "never happened." He said smiling slightly. "Names Courtney, and don't comment I've heard it all before," he said to the almost unconscious girl.
Megan couldn't respond though, she was fading into unconsciousness quickly. Courtney slapped her on the cheek slightly. "Come on you gotta stay awake, we gotta bounce before any more guards come in here strapped," he said as he ran over to one of the dead guards and picked up a new Thompson. He took a Colt .45 from the guard's shoulder holster and threw it to Megan, who caught it weakly. "Know how to use one of those?" he asked.
In response, she shakily loaded the gun, and put a bullet between the already dead guards eyes that the Colt had come from.
"Good," he said with a smirk. "Let's go," he said jogging toward the door. Megan followed stumbling quite a few times. "Look," Courtney said as she reached him, "I know you're in no shape for a routine getaway but we gotta get out before our situation gets worse, do you think you can stay strong for me?" he asked.
To save her strength just a little more she nodded. Courtney put his hand on her shoulder, then slowly edged out the door, Thompson at the ready. Megan knew that it was finally time for her to escape this crazy house and finish the job that her master and love had sent her here to do. Siesel Bernard and his family would be no more.
