Project Super Serum: The Scientific Diary of Dr Arnim Zola

by ThomasNewtieGangster

I am testing a new product on them. A serum, not unlike the one the famed Dr. Erskine created, and I shall work it to perfection, to create a new kind of soldier. A weapon. The new fist of HYDRA. (Rated T for torture and some slightly disturbing images.)

11. April 9, 1944

April 9, 1944 – Test Subject Three

He is finally dead.

I was awoken at some ungodly hour of the morning to the sound of hysterical laughter. I rushed into the room, where the subject lay completely still, his back arched, cackling like a madman. I stood by a watched, fascinated, and he laughed every bit of air from his body. As his oxygen began to deplete, the subject started to wheeze, the jolts of laughter becoming further and further apart. His chuckles became pained, and I noticed a tear slip from his left eye. He turned blue in the face, and his very last breath, however small it was, was spent in insane joy.

My theory has been proven. If my conjecture about my next subject is true, then it is possible that it will work. Or I might die in the grip of a killer.

I am off. I am eager to resume my testing; I am on the verge of an amazing breakthrough.

A. Zola

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A/N: Sorry if I'm making Zola too cynical and creepy, but I really hate him.