Ch.9
"That man in the column, Santana, called you by your name before... Lt. Stroheim. Did he hear you from the air vent?" One of his men exclaimed. "Is it connected to this room?" He turned around and looked at me and another guard that was next to me.
"Hey! You two! Stay away from that air vent! It's dangerous!" I looked behind me, and I realized where I was standing. I dashed away from it, and in that instant, the other man screamed, then something... entered his face.
It was the man I saw in the video. "Oh no! It's him! Santana!" The man who was attacked turned around. "Did... Something happen, Lt. Stroheim? It's dark... I cannot see. Did someone turn the lights off?"
The old man in the wheelchair was frightened. "He dove into the man's body!" Even he was afraid.
The soldier continued to talk. "Hey, where is everyone? Don't leave me all alone!" The rest of the crew freaked out. Then, the man's face bloated up, then his body as well. He popped out of his uniform! Oh man, would that have happened to me if I didn't move on time? The big man continued. "I don't understand, but I haven't felt this fresh in a long time!"
The Lieutenant raised his arm. "It's okay, kill him! Shoot through the soldier's body!" I was about to follow his orders, when Joseph tapped me on the shoulder, and pointed to the old man. I guess that was Speedwagon.
As we walked over to the wheelchair, the soldiers shot the man, and now he was full of holes. He was still alive though, and the men freaked out. The man pointed his finger at us. What was he doing?
The Lieutenant tried his hand at explaining this. "Wait! Is that supposed to be a gun? That finger pose... It's like a gun! Is he copying us?" Then he started to laugh. "He only said my name earlier, he just said it like a parrot! He's just copying, there's no meaning! Just imitating us, like a monkey! Could he be?" He laughed harder. "His intelligence is low! If his intelligence is at monkey level, we humans can use him!"
I don't think that's the nicest thing to say, dude. He probably doesn't know English yet.
The man's jaw ripped open, and a low voice came out of it. "... Was it you guys who disturbed my slumber?" Lt. Stroheim was shocked. "He talked!"
The man known as Speedwagon talked. "His intelligence isn't low! He has a remarkable brain. He learned our language in that short time-span! He calculated this escape!"
See? Now that meant he heard all of your insults, Lieutenant!
Out of his extended finger, he shot bullets back at us, in one big clump! It hit a guy, clean in the forehead!
Joseph grabbed Speedwagon's wheelchair. "Hey, old man, watch out! Hide over here! He's gonna shoot those bullets back this way!" The old man turned away. "Get lost! I don't get help from Nazis!" An admirable mentality.
Joseph scoffed. "Geez, Just like always, still a stubborn old man in this situation."
My attention went back to the man, whose skin was ripping open to reveal the man from the video.
As the Nazis panicked, Joseph went over to the Lieutenant and grabbed his hair. "Hey, I'm gonna take some of your hair! Maybe more than some..." The Lieutenant yelped. "What do you think you're doing?! You do realize I am a superior officer, right?!" Joseph just ripped out a chunk of hair.
The half-naked man shot more bullets, and Joseph got into position. He held the hair between his fingers. "I call this; 'Hair Ripple Attack'!" Creative. Speedwagon exclaimed. "Oh! You are... You are... Joseph Joestar!"
He created a forcefield of hair around himself and Speedwagon. I couldn't just let those others die, so I went to block the other bullets from hitting these other goons. The bullets bounced off of the hair around Joseph and Speedwagon, and I left that circle of safety to use my stand. "Stone Free!" I turned both arms into strings, and weaved a bulletproof fabric. I've done it before, I can do it again. They stopped most of the bullets, but when I reformed my arms, they came back bruised and a little scratched up.
Joseph smirked. "These hairs are a bit dry. You better take care of your hair or you'll go bald, Nazi guy!"