SCARS OF FRANKENSTEIN
By Douglas Ketcham and C.L. Werner
(NOTE: If you're wondering why this is in the Godzilla section, it is a prequel to C.L. Werner's fics Godzilla vs. Frankenstein and Frankenstein Has Risen From The Grave).
Prologue
Berlin, November 1940.
A man walked through the hallway. Not a very tall man, and with his Charlie Chaplin mustache, he looked almost comical. But this man had power. This was made clear by the armed men surrounding him. His name was Adolf Hitler.
He entered the lab. He looked at the man who was responsible for his coming here. The man had a hawk-nose, and was thin. He was in his 40s, but he still had a fearful aura about him. Even the dictator sensed it. The rest of the men in the room raised their right hands. They started at the man who didn't.
"Ah, Fuehrer. I see that you're hear."
Hitler glared at him, and his lack of respect. Perhaps he should throw him into a camp now.
"I appreciate your coming. I had something important to show you," the man said.
One of the SS men came in with a dachshund dog. The man patted it on the head. The guard showed it to Hitler, who petted it. It was definitely alive, but the Fuehrer wondered what was the purpose of its being here.
The man then got out a gun, and shot the dog. It quickly died.
"Please show the Fuehrer that the dog is dead."
The guard brought the dead dog up to Hitler, who quickly turned it away with his hand.
"Is this what you wanted to show me? That you can kill a dog?" he asked, anger in his voice.
"I just wanted you to be sure that it is dead, so you can't dismiss what I do next as a trick," the man replied, with no worry of what would happen to him if the Fuehrer was not impressed.
The man left, then reentered in a surgical suit, carrying surgical tools. He put the dog onto the operating table.
Hitler started at him, curious. The man looked back at him.
"Well don't be timid. Watch the operation," he invited.
The Nazi leader came up to the table. For the next two hours, he watched the man work on the dog.
Finally, it was over. And the dog started breathing.
"GOTT IM HIMMEL!" the Fuehrer cried out.
The man grinned.
"That's not all," he calmly said. He got out a wrench and dropped it on the dog. Surely it would collapse and probably die. But instead it bounced off. Hitler, and everyone else in the room, were speechless.
The man got out his gun, and shot at the dog. The dog growled and showed it's teeth, but in no way died.
"As you see, I can resurrect the dead, and make them stronger. And any creature. Even a human being. But there are still flaws I need to work out. But if I have some specimens to experiment on"
"What good will it do us?" the Fuehrer asked.
"We Aryans are the superior race to all others. Yet we are forced to work with lesser creatures, like the Italians, the Russians, and the Japanese. With my help, we will have an invincible army, one that will destroy our enemies without their help, and they will fall with the rest of them. Once you have the world conquered, we can exterminate them."
"Very well. Come with me, Dr"
"Frankenstein. Dr. Heinrich Von Frankenstein."