Hello my beauties! Time for chapter two! I'm really having fun writing this story and I hope you like it to! Time for some FanFiction therapy. (I do not own COD or their characters, just my OC)
Dempsey went as slowly as socially acceptable and led me to Richtofen. We went through the stage and spotted Nikolai and Takeo.
"Look what Dempsey found! Girl! You look like 4th wife. She was pretty. Pretty but smelly…" He trailed off as he took a large gulp from his bottle. Takeo paid no attention as he centred his body and appeared to be resting. Dempsey just shook his head and lightly tightened his hand.
"Don't listen to him. If he wasn't such a great shot, I would take that bottle and hit him round the head with it." He said, looking at my face for a reaction. I smiled at his antics; they really were just playful boys. He looked happy to have enticed such a reaction from me and his smile widened. He had just met me, and he was acting like we had known each other for a few months, at the least.
"Your accent, it seems, different." He stated, opening the double doors at the end of the aisle. It seemed like he was leading me to the projector room, I had a feeling that's where the doctor would be.
"I'm British. I come from the south of England, that's where the accent comes from." I said, adding a slight twang to emphasise it. It was funny seeing his face as it lit up in recognition.
"I used to fight with some of your troops. Great men they were, not as good as us American's though!" He announced, banging his chest with a fist.
"If you say so." I laughed back, rolling my eyes. He was a soldier after all. Reaching the two large staircases in the main lobby, we went up the left. He hadn't let go of my hand and seemed to be very aware of the fact.
"Sorry for holding on ma'am. It's been a long time since I escorted a woman. What did you say your name was?" He asked, holding himself at the top of the stairs, waiting for me to answer.
"I didn't. I'm Eloise. Nice to meet you." I said, gripping his hand as if shaking it. He looked me in my eyes and replied,
"Tank, Tank Dempsey. Pleasure to meet you, Eloise. Now, let's get you to the Doc." He said, the reluctance back in his voice. Taking me to a door beside some broken chairs that looked over the stage, he knocked twice. A grumble could be heard but no confirmation, so he knocked again. This seemed to have caught the Doctors attention.
"I told you to leave me be, dummkopf! Vat is it now?!" He shouted, annoyance dripping off his tongue like poison.
"I need your help, Doc!" Tank shouted back, squeezing my hand one more time before letting go. I could hear Richtofen's footfalls get closer to the door and the lock being turned. My heart pounded in my chest, I wondered what my brain would make him look like. Dempsey stood tall next to me, shooting me a look of concern and what seemed like an apology. Richtofen opened the door with full force, it banged against the wall beside him.
"Vat is it now? I-" He stopped, glancing at me and then back to Dempsey, and then finally back on to me. "Who is this?" he asked, eyes not leaving mine. I felt his inquisition bear down onto me, like a predator about to pounce onto its prey. He had removed his hat, his hair slicked back and smooth, like a black field of snow.
"Eloise, Doc. She says she just woke up here, I think she may have hit her head, so-" Dempsey started, before being interrupted.
"You came to me! Of course, I am a doctor after all. Come, come, don't be shy. You may leave now Dempshey!" Richtofen said, a sound of glee in his voice, but also wariness. He had no idea where I had come from. I don't blame him. Before Dempsey could protest, Richtofen had pulled me in and closed the door in his face. He made a large display of locking the door and Dempsey just sighed behind it. He clapped his hands like he was excited. I looked at him and a small smile appeared on my lips, he was exactly as I imagined. Tall, black haired and stocky. His jacket was unbuttoned, and his shirt was askew from his trousers, but still smart in some way. He carried himself with such elegance that you couldn't help but look. The only problem was, he had a swastika on his shoulder. Papers were stacked around the room, all haphazardly placed but in an organised way. Only he knew what was where. A large chair stood tall by a desk with a pen and another stack of papers. He seemed to be working on something important. I felt like I shouldn't be prying.
"Eloise, you say. How did you wind up here then? Just woke up? I find that hard to believe Fräulein. Vere are you really from?" Richtofen towered over me, his face so close to mine I could feel his breath tickle my eyelashes. The smile was wiped from my face, I couldn't believe I could feel his stubble on my cheek, causing a slight rash from the roughness. I sat in shock, I thought this would have been a sexy dream, but here I am being interrogated. I didn't know what to say. His breath stopped me, it smelt like coffee and stale bread. How strange. His eyes held a madness that only he could possess, but a small look of wonder was hidden in the blue orbs.
"Listen Fräulein, if you don't start answering some questions then I vill have to start cutting fingers off. You are not something I envisioned in mein plan, und there vill be no interruptions to this." He spoke so levelled, not even a hitch in his voice as he mentioned mutilation. I don't know what I expected, he was obsessed with spleens and other body parts.
"I don't know, honestly. I just woke up here. I was at home and then, bam! I was here." I said, hiding my eyes from his scrutinous glare. My hair covered my face and I started fiddling with my hands. I shouldn't have to make up stuff like this in my dream, I was supposed to be naked over the PAP machine! This wasn't I expected. He grabbed my chin with force and pulled it up towards himself. An angry glare glazed over his eyes as he forced me to look into them. His glove slid slightly from his fingertips, but his grasp didn't falter. He was strong and he wasn't afraid to show it.
"Do NOT lie to me. I can see into your very soul. Tell me the truth und I may leave you vith all your fingers. Maybe." He spat, his accent thick and annoyed. He pulled his knife out of his pocket and ran his gloved finger across the blade after throwing my face back. I looked back at him, he was muttering to himself, as if he was talking to someone.
"I'm not lying! I promise. Please, I honestly don't know how I ended up here," I said, a half lie to get out of the situation. I knew I was dreaming, but I didn't know why. I don't even remember going to sleep. He wasn't satisfied with my answer, but it seemed to placate his murderous appetite as he muttered more loudly to the air around him. I'm so glad my head doesn't want me to die, that would be a huge turn-off.
"I vill find out vhy you are lying to me Fräulein, but right now I have much work to do. I vill take fingers, but I really need to get this teleporter vorking. Quickly, get on to the bench und I vill make sure you are… not dying." He said, no hesitation in his voice, as he pulled out a small torch. He examined my eyes and said I was fit for the go, whatever that As soon as he was done, he chucked me out and told me to "'shtay away from me, unless you vant me to kill you, inshtead of mein minions'". As much as I wanted to jump him, I think my head has different plans for me.
What a strange interaction! I honestly thought that would have gone differently, but hey, whose to say this is just some sort of brain foreplay? Dempsey was around the corner and pulled me from my musings. He had a look of relief to see me okay, with all body parts intact. He came over to me in a hurry.
"I'm so glad you're okay. He didn't do anything… weird, did he?" He asked, grabbing my hand again like it was a way for him to reassure himself. I looked at him, a smile back on my face.
"Yes Dempsey. I'm okay. He just checked my eyes to see if I had a concussion. I'm all good!" I said, not mentioning the finger thing. I didn't want to freak him out. Perhaps my brain wanted me to get with Dempsey? Said man led me down the large staircase, past speed cola and back into the dressing room. Sitting me down onto a stool, he passed me his bottle back. Taking a drink and thanking him, he held something behind his back.
"Look. I don't know where you came from, but you seem alright. Have you ever shot a gun before?" He asked, eyebrow twitching as if he knew the answer.
"I've shot an air rifle. Does that count?" I asked, laughing. I already knew what he was going to say.
"No doll, but it's a start! Here, take this pistol. I'll show you how to reload it." He said, bringing his hand around to the front, 1911 in his palm. His hands really were huge. Taking it, I played it around in my hands, testing the weight. "Careful! The safety isn't on!" He laughed, taking the gun back and clicking the safety switch. He then proceeded to show me how to reload it. It was a good job too, the moans of the undead could be heard groaning in the distance. Nikolai and Takeo could be heard shouting for help. It was action time!