Author's Note: Plenty of time jumps are involved in this chapter, so bear with me! Once again I'll try to deliver and make this worth it!

1730's

Nassau. Caribbean

Our new member of the group came at full force, filled with guilt and questions.

Her name was Andromache of Scythia. It was her old name, according to her. Now, she went by Andrea.

She was a warrior through and through, always having her weapon a mere inch away from her hand at all times. It was like our world of three was shaken up and now we were blossoming into four. Of course, the first thing we would ask was how long she was around for, sitting around a bonfire with her and getting to know her that very night. It took some coaxing and reassuring with her that Nico and Joseph were no threats, even when she said she saw them both in her dreams. Of course, when she first saw the both of them meeting with us, she drew her sword against Joseph's throat. I immediately calmed her, Nico pushing Joseph bad instantly inc are he would do something. We knew he wouldn't but it was better to be safe than sorry. I could tell she was raw and was haunting by something…or someone.

We knew, we didn't say it though, but we knew.

The way she spoke was low, filled with knowledge with what she went through and encountered in the past hundred or so years. If I thought we were old, she was ancient. She knew it too, how she was more observant than others and her fighting was also….beyond the years we knew when it came to fighting.

There was the hanging question in the air that we all wanted to ask her, and yet it didn't seem like the best time to ask since we all knew what happened, up until a point. I was the only one who finally spoke up about it, having a small twinge of bravery coming through me as I sat up a bit in the sand.

"What happened to the other woman who was with you?" I asked, seeing her look over the fire and at me. She wasn't mad that I brought her up, I could sense that for certain. But this time, I could see how something inside of her was still wretched and torn from what did happen.

"Her name's Quynh," She explained, the rest of us hearing how soft she said her name and how delicate it sounded on her lips, "I fought with her for over a millennium, maybe two. She the the first one that I met that was like us, and we stayed together ever since. We were in England when we were captured after a raid, they thought she was a witch…that we both were witches…and they threw her out to the sea,"

My heart was breaking in how she was talking so carefully about it and trying not to break down in front of three strangers. But then again, we weren't stagers. For as long as I was alive in this Immortal life, I dreamt of her and saw her fight battles with Quynh, laugh with her, and even cry with her in moments of distress. She lost half of her, and it was showing.

"I came out here to find her, maybe finding the ship they took her on and question them where they…" She paused, not wanting to finish it. I looked over at the other two, seeing them look just as moved as I was in what happened to the fallen Quynh. There had to be faith in something like this, faith that somehow she was alive somewhere and she was reachable. Nico's face was calm, whereas Joseph was like me, moved with what he was hearing.

"I haven't had luck in five years," She muttered, almost defeated.

"We'll help you find her," I finally said to her, all three of them were looking at me now as I was staring down Andrea. She looked shocked by how casual and yet determined I sounded.

"Yes, we'll help you," Joseph said in agreement, nodding his head as he too was thinking the same thing. Andrea said nothing, but I could tell she was trying to find a way not to have us help her. I spoke up again though in defense.

"You're like us, Immortal in this life. All this time while I was alive, I saw you in my dreams in how you fought and traveled the world. I wanted to meet you, so many times I wanted to see you and see how you lived. I felt what you felt in that moment when she fell in the ocean, I felt it, and they did too," I explained, pointing to Nico and Joseph, "There is a reason we all felt it: we were meant to find you and be with you. Just as you were with Quynh, and the three of us, we should stay together."

Her face was still as she was hearing me tell her all these things, but I didn't care. If she was looking, all alone, for five years and had nothing to look back on, it wouldn't be so bad to have some others to help in the search. Maybe she thought she was going to be alone for now on, and yet three more walked into her life without her realizing it or even searching for it.

It like like what Nico said so many years ago to me: Destiny.

"That would be nice," She admitted, having me smile and look over at Nico. He was quiet the whole time, but I knew he was listening to all that was being said. He gave me a quick look over too, sensing that I wasn't going to back down from my thoughts on this proposal. This meant leaving Nassau, our own small sliver of paradise that we had and held for five years. Yet, it was like the tide: almost moving and always changing.

Nico finally, sat forward, staring Andrea down and showing that he too was on board.

"Where shall we start?"

Andrea was becoming our leader, which we didn't mind at all. In fact, we craved to learn a bit more from her when it came to battles and fighting. Her war and battle resume beat ours by a landslide, so we took what she gave. She showed me how to fight her way, told me war stories that would make soldiers blush and gasp, and how she's seen rises and falls of empires.

"I was even considered a God at one time," She admitted as we were standing side by side on one of the merchant ships, sailing along the Atlantic, "Somewhere out in Greece. I forget when though…it wasn't that important to me,"

The first few decades with Andy were mostly devoted to her locating and finding Quynh, which brought nothing but false hope. We went on plenty of ships, asked so many merchants and sailors even threatened a swarm of so proclaimed religious relics who also had their hands in the witch trails. None of them pointed us in the direction of Quynh, and after several years, she surrendered.

Andrea gave up, and we moved on with reluctance to other adventures.

We fought in plenty of battles that were sprouting up in our travels, some of them small and some large. I died plenty of times in those, swords to the gut, an arrow through my neck. One of the worst ones was a cannon, almost nearly ripped my whole side off. The four of us died and resurrected over and over, shaking it off like a bad headache or the common cold.

We were a force of pure nature.

I could tell Andrea was filling the withdraws of not being around Quynh, especially since she knew about Joseph and Nico early on. She claims she saw it in her dreams, but seeing it in front of her eyes was a different story. Once, when we were in the New World after fighting off the British at the start of the American Revolution, she was sitting alone outside of the house we built together in Virginia. It was a warm summer night, late into the night when you couldn't hear anything. I watched her alone for a moment or two, finally walking over to sit next to her and handing her a small cup of ale.

"You get used to them, how they are with each other," I explained, seeing her briefly look over into the house through the open window into their room. Nico and Joseph were wrapped in each other, dead asleep, against the wall of the smaller bedroom near the front door. They wanted to be close by the front in case of attackers, but they wanted their own space. Andrea said nothing at first before she looked back at me.

"How did you do it?" She asked, almost seeking for me advice.

"I was more open-minded about it," I admitted, "God made us all, and He made us love each other, and I think they were made to love each other whole heartedly,"

"I don't believe in God," Andrea advised me, "And I've been around long enough to think that God was never there,"

"That could be the case," I said in a shrug, "But God has helped me out in all these years, 300 practically. They have each other, I have God…what can you have?"

Andrea said nothing, but I could tell she was taking what I said to heart. Maybe she didn't believe i God like I did, or how Nico did since we still somewhat prayed together in chapels we would stumble by. Joe never practice, nor did he despise it. He was open to it, and I wondered if Andrea was going to be the same since her life was longer ahead and vastly more brutal. She just gave me a small smile, still warming up to being emotional around us.

We both took a drink from the Ale, Andrea's face squinting from the taste. I had to watch with some entrainment as she pointed to her cup.

"What is this?" She asked, almost disgusted, "They call this a drink?" I had to chuckle as I too shrug with no real answer.

"Americans."

1817

Paris, France

Three distinct knocks were heard at the door of the warehouse we were in, all of our heads snapping over to the door. The wind was battering our small apartment we found while on the run to get away from the war out in both Russia and here in France. Napoleon was now banished, the Treaty of Fontainebleau was signed, and we were tired.

5 years later, in the winter of 1812, another Immortal came back to life.

This one was in the winters of Russia, hanging by the neck and was playing dead for three days. I had to play dead too, plenty of times in battles or ambushes. But with this one, he clearly did not understand what was happening to him. He seemed older than me, older and he had some gruff on him. None the less, he was somehow pained with this as I saw him in my dreams for the first time.

It took us 5 years to get to him.

Booker, the name he gave us, waltzed into the room with Andrea in tow, Andrew slamming the door shut to keep out the cold and Booker reluctantly looking around at our small room. The three of us were bunched, wrapped in the clothing of three layers, and our fingers froze to the bone. It made me miss the warm suns of Nassau as Booker sat down in front of the small bonfire we made in the room. It was small enough not to be seen but big enough to give us some kind of relief.

His face was etched in guilt, guilt, and remorse. It almost made me remember Andrea when she came, a haunting was on her shoulder in how she was presenting herself to us. It was the same with Booker, but with him also can excessive drinking to numb the pain. We felt it with him too, not enough words would help him deter what he was going through. He had a family, at least four children who were boys. Now that was all left behind him, and he was struggling with it.

Andrea was trying to get him into shape like he was a new soldier and she was a decorated veteran. He too was a soldier, fought with Napoleon which lead to his death and demise. However, in comparison to Andrea, he was fresh and he was cocky. I could tell they both were going to butt heads with each other.

"Found this one trying to kill himself with a gun," Andrea explained as she sat down by hurls a but, away from the fire. I had to give the man a pathetic glare since clearly, he was letting it roll off his shoulder. A bitterness was on his scoffed smile as he finally spoke up.

"Thought it would be easier," he mumbled, his voice was laced with bitter feelings and a twinge of whiskey.

"That's not how it works," Joseph advised him carefully, but Booker rolled his eyes almost playfully and yet in a sarcastic manner.

"What else do I have left here anyhow?" he bitterly spat out, Jospeh cocking his eye at him now. I could tell how the mood was getting a bit grave in how he was be-ratting this life he merely stepped into. Even Andrea, who was calm this whole time, seemed a bit off with how Booker was handling this as I finally felt like I had to say something to him.

"It'll take some time for you to adjust to this," I reassured him, keeping my voice level, "It doesn't happen overnight, but it will happen. Have some faith,"

Booker barked out a laugh, eyeing his with his glint eyes that were tainted with hate and some anger.

"Faith? What a pity excuse. You make it sound so easy, though you're a mere child to preach to me," Booker said almost in a snarl. I then gave him a challenging look, almost feeling as though he was trying to undermine me with his half clouded mind.

"That's enough," Nico warned him, his voice low from his spot at Joseph's side, "There's no need to be aggressive to her. This is not the time or place,"

"You wanna see aggressive?" Booker asked him, a bite in his tone as he then looked back at me, slowly getting up and trying to trip over himself and not fall into the small fire we made. I was watching him like a hawk as it seemed like he was trying to be somewhat aggressive at me. I could tell the others were watching him since he seemed a bit too cocky to be acting like this in front of four beings that were much older than him.

"I can show you aggressive," he said to me in a low tone, but I stopped him immediately with my tone. I got up as well, the both of us squaring off with the fire in the middle, but my stance was stern while he was wobbly.

"If you come anywhere near me with that kind of mindset, I assure you that I can break every bone in your body and make it hurt. I've been alive far longer, experience more heartbreak than you can understand, and I know anger just like you do. I've seen wars that can make you feel small and infantile, I've been caked in more blood that can fill any of your dreams and nightmares, and I have seen plenty of foolish men like yourself fall at the end of my weapon. You may be immortal just like the rest of us, but don't think that makes you higher than us either," I scolded him, seeing him watch me now as I was glaring at him.

It felt like he was a child and I had to put him in his place. He was seeing this as a curse, and although Andrew did too, Andrea went along with it. Booker was going to be a bit harder, that much we could tell.

He sighed, seeing that he wasn't going to get anything he wanted out of this, plopping back in his seat and wrapping his fingers around his head to calm himself down. I slowly sank back down in my seat too, still watching him and slowly letting the split moment of anger I had against him seep out of me. There was no more need for that.

"She's right you know," Andrea said to Booker from her spot behind him, watching the whole thing unfold in front of her eyes, "You're new to this, we aren't. So take what we say to heart because it'll be better for you in the end,"

Booker said nothing else for the rest of the night, and I could tell he was trying to let it all go under his skin and accept it. Nico looked over at me in worry from my outburst, Joseph giving me a side hug since he was right next to me. I never thought I would have this kind of moment with another Immortal, and I knew his story was going to be far different from mine. But this was going to be hard for him, and he needed to learn how to be stronger in it. I eyed Andrea from my spot, seeing how she was looking at Booker with some fondness. Maybe she knew how he was feeling, the loss of a loved one or the world revolving when you were forced to sit still.

Booker had time to heal, I was sure of it.

Modern Day

Nile and I walked out to the patio, just the both of us as the others were staying in the living room to give us space. It was Andy's suggestion: both of us needing to talk about this since the others knew about it. It wasn't that I didn't want them to hear about it, but they already have. They experienced some of it.

Nile and I needed to talk together, just both of us.

"You don't have to tell me now if you don't want to," Nile said to me in hesitance as we were sitting together, side by side on the patio couch. I could tell she was trying to be nice about it, and we barely knew each other at that kind of level just yet, "I can tell it's a touchy subject."

"I need to," I reminded her kindly, "If you and I are going to be spending a millennium together and fighting alongside each other, it's good to know the bitterness of this life more than the sweet. Of course, I've had the sweet, there's no doubt about that. But the bitterness is there too, and lessons can be learned through the bitter,"

"You sound like my grandmother," She stated, having me seeing her grin as she seemed a bit flustered stating that to me, "A God-fearing lady. I think you'd like her, Eleanor. She was wise, in everything that she would tell me she sounded wise beyond her years," Just in the way Nile spoke about her grandmother made me think that they loved each other, and a twinge of sadness was on her face. She was too new in this, still absorbing all that she had to endure for now on.

"I can tell you loved her immensely, it shows in how you care," I reassured her, seeing her grin for a brief moment to think about her grandmother. I breathed out a cool even breath and leaned back a bit in my chair, trying to find the right way to start the story with what happened and how to properly talk about it

"We were helping the Allies find a way to Librate a camp out in Germany back in 1945, well hidden in the forest and yet mere miles away from the nearest town. This particular camp was notorious for human experimentation, the so-called doctors there would get their hands on any of the prisoners there and play God," I explained as she was a bit more alert now in how she was listening to the story.

"That was real?" She asked.

"Very much so. You have to understand Nile, these doctors were just as bad as those who hired them. Some of them tried to be good, but most of them weren't. They merely saw the prisoners there as subjects, not as humans. One of them was Stieven himself. He was notorious, very high up in the ranks at the camp. Whatever he wanted to do, he did it, and hundreds perished under his knife."

"Fuck," Nile breathed out, having me nod in agreement.

"Monsters are not always those who hide under your bed or in the shadows, Nile," I advised her, seeing the wheels turning in her head, "They can be in plain sight, woo you into thinking they're the good guy. It happened there too, plenty of those he preyed on were young and naive since he would coax them with happiness and smiles," I paused, sinking hack in my chair a bit more as I was cracking my knuckles out of habit.

"By the time 1945 rolled around, Germany was desperate to try and win in the air, though it wasn't in their favor. The Allies were zoning in on them, and as soon as Springtime came, they were desperate. We were contacted by some Allie forces in helping Liberate a camp that as still particularly large and fully functioning. We agreed to the job, not thinking of the consequences that could happen behind it.

"We went in the dead of night, it was a Tuesday, and it was just the four of us. By this time we've been in plenty of Battles to aid with the Allies and this felt more like a cakewalk. We made our plan: going through the wires that were loose and frail along the backside of the sleeping barracks and getting the jump from the side. Booker studied their patrol pattern and ranking officers that were at the camp, I watched from the nearby town of any of the officers who would come in and lay low, Nicky kept time of the deliveries and train transportation, and Andy was getting information of all of the higher officers that would come from other camps to observe and get reports. All in all, it was an easy mission."

Nile was entranced with the story, not saying a word as she was watching me with her massive eyes and her body so still, not wanting to disrupt the mood of the story. So I pressed on.

"We made it into the camp with ease under the cover of night, The Allied soldiers were right behind us and waiting for the signal to come in after us. We were going to take out most of the firepower before we could let them in. We were already making process and making our way into the offices that we knew we were going to find the officers in charge. At this time, no prisoners were found, and none were seen. So the first few officers and patrolmen we took down, we did it fast. Everything was going according to plan…up until it didn't"

"What happened," Nile asked, pressing on and wanting to hear more.

"We were ambushed," I answered.

1945

"Stoppe sie!"

This seemed like a mission that we knew like tieback of our hands.

At this point in time, both Andy and I are adapting to fighting in World War II disguised as men, and we've done that so far in our Immortal lives. But now this time around, it was a bit harder to pull off. We were sporting short hair that was able to be styled in a way to resembled the style fo the men from afar, and if anyone got a bit to close we knew to show them their places.

But this mission, it was already crazy.

It was all-out warfare. Guns were going off left and right we were diving behind doors and desk in the first wave of fire. I was shooting back at the officers that were trying to gun us down, being pinned a few times with bullets. The room was flashing in bullets that were going everywhere. We were winning by far, there was no questioning in that, but they were just as aggressive as we were gaining the upper hand on them soon enough.

It was all according to plan.

At one point I was sparring with a soldier and got me in the leg at least twice. I had him in a headlock after what seemed to be an intense hand to hand combat match. With one twist on my arm, his neck broke and he crumbled to the ground in a heap.

Most of the officers were wiped out as soon as we got a second wind, all four of us were staggering over to the main desks to get one information that we needed to hand over tot he Allies. I was breathing out the bullets that were in my arm and legs, feeling them push themselves out of my skin and scatter all over the ground as I was skimming over the papers. Pushing some of the blood out of my eyes, I saw Andy looking down at some of the prisoner's pictures there among the files, and her face went cold.

"They're experimenting on them,"

"What?" We all walked over next to her, our faces had blood mixed with grime and sweat all over as we too were see what she was seeing. It was heart-wrenching, seeing how these so-called doctors were doing such inhuman monstrous things to these innocent people. It made me sick, sick, and beyond angry.

"I don't like this, Boss," Joe said in a low tone, his eyes scanning over the papers.

"None of us do," Andy reminded him, her voice was so close to going cold and venomous in what she was reading, "That's why we're here."

Out in the distance, a distinct alarm went off in the camp. They knew we were here.

"Shit," Booker cursed as he cocked his gun, "Boss, we need to go,"

"Eleanor, signal the Americans," Andy instructed me, "Booker, guard the door. Nico and Joe, get as much ammo as you can from the bodies, we're gonna need them. I'll get the papers,"

We were all moving at once, but I was aiming for the open window that was over to our left. Peering out I could see the alarms going off all around the camp and the floodlights were moving all around the open spots. Dogs were barking at an alarming rate and soldiers were shouting.

I grabbed the flare gun that I had enclosed in my army jacket, taking the safety off before I placed my arm out of the window, aiming it high in the sky and firing. The flare soaring in the black sky, blossoming up in the air and giving the whole scenery a tint of red.

"We need to go now, boss," Nicky said to Andy as I was getting my arm back into the room and seeing Andy fold up the papers quickly, showing them in her pockets. Booker was looking out of the door and down the hallways, seeing nothing thus far as both Joe and Nicky were getting the last of the spare bullets and guns for us to use. I could see the flare falling slowly from the sky as gunshots were now being heard.

"Guys," Booker said in a warning, "We have about 30 seconds until we have company,"

I threw down the flare gun and got out my own pistol, the rest of the guard getting their guns reloaded and at the ready. We now had to locate a good exit area for us to get the prisoners out and in the clear, since more German soldiers could be coming at any moment. We had to be ready for a 2nd wave, 3 rd wave, and maybe even more.

"Go," Andy said, Joe was going first and then Nicky following right after. I went too, Booker behind me an Andy last, we all moved like a team. Guns out and at the ready, Book walking backward to follow us and shield us as I was fast on my feet, weaving to go in the front. Once we made it to the door that would lead to another courtyard, I held up my hand for the others to pause.

We all stopped against the wall, having me take an even breath before I found a small compact mirror that was in one of my pockets. Opening it softly without any sound, I lowered it to the ground and had the mirror carefully tilted to be at the very corner, poking out very slightly and tilted down to not catch a reflection.

I peered down, seeing the reflection of soldiers who were walking our way. Looking behind me, I mouthed, "8."

Nicky took a smoking flare from his pocket on his pants, reaching across Joe and handing it to me as I placing my mirror away. I gave them one more look, seeing them in a ready stance and then grabbing the end of the flare with the rope.

Yanking it hard, I rolled it around the corner.

"Rauch! Geh runter!"

I whirled around the corner after I knew there were a few good seconds of smoke filing the small hallway. There was a wall of smoke in front of me, having me throw on the scarf around my neck that was tucked away over my mouth and nose as I cocked my gun and barreled in. The others were right behind me, taking out soldiers as we went. It was a clean assault, barely any time for them to recognize what was happening and where to shoot next. My body was on autopilot, every jab to the throat, and gunshot to the chest.

Finally, after a good 30 seconds, all of their soldiers were down.

Booker kicked open the door that leads outside in the main courtyard of buildings, the smoke immediately rolling out into the open air. It wasn't the smartest choice since it gave away our location, but we were heading in the direction anyhow. We all ran out into the chilly night air, hearing gunfire and war cry on both sides as we had our guns out at the ready.

"Get to the Americans and we'll get the prisoners out," Andy explained to us, all of us now moving quickly and quietly into the night and making sure no one was around. In fact, it was my turn to the flank, looking around behind us every other second as the others were watching in the front and at the sides. I felt a bit safer being in the back, knowing that the others were okay and I was capable of guarding them against my spot a few feet back.

We could see from a distance the Americans barreling their way through, firing at the Germans and trying to get the prisoners out in one piece. They were flocking for the exit, rows, and rows of what seemed to be skeletons and corpses all running in a frantic as German soldiers were trying to stop them from leaving. It stunned me, almost taking me go to a stop to see some of them were women, crying frantically to avoid the bullets that were being inflicted on them by Germans.

I was too dazed to feel myself being shot at from behind.

I grunted, falling to the ground and feeling the tearing of skin into my shoulder blade. The wind was knocked out of me, my eyes going wide as I was sprawled on the ground and seeing the others still going without even noticing I was hit. It took them a moment though, Joe finally looking back and see me on the ground.

"Eleanor!" He said in a shout, about to come over when something else was rolling in between us. It was heavy and round, both Joe and I froze up. Nicky, Booker, and Andy finally turned too and see me on the ground, but the object that was 5 feet away from me and 6 feet from them was enough to have all of us go cold.

A grenade.

"Shit!" I tried to roll away, even with my shoulder preparing itself slowly and the pain was getting through my body. I was trying to go as fast as I could, knowing the I had mere seconds. 3 seconds went by, the explosion was so loud that it almost shattered my ears from how loud it was. My body was thrown, flying in the air as I could feel shattered bits fo the grade impaling my body, scrapes and dents being placed and now my whole body was numb as I collided against the building wall.

I was a heap on the floor, my vision was once again sideways as I knew I was torn up all over. Blood was all over my face, which felt like it was shredded in ribbons. Nothing was working, smoke was everywhere in front of me and around me as I was feeling my own brain slowly shut down.

The last thing that I saw was the others, also on the floor and out cold as well. I wanted to shout out to them all, but nothing was working in my body as everything was about to go to black. Now I was scared, beyond scared. Since before I could truly die, I felt hands on my feet, dragging me backwards. It had me breathe out one more time, gasping for help from the others since they too were in a heap, but it was no use.

Everything was black.

Modern Day

"What happened after that?" Nile asked, clearly on the edge of her seat as I paused in the story, shifting in my seat as I could tell I was about to get into the thick of it all.

"We were all separated," I explained, "I didn't see where the went, because I was dragged away before I lost all consciousness. The next thing I knew I was dragged out of camp, in a truck somewhere that was going North. I had no dead where we were going, but I knew it wasn't anywhere that was safe. I was covered in blood, bullet rips in my jacket and my head all confused. It was the first time, in a very long time, that I was alone and away from the others."

Nile was looking at me with her intrigued eyes, her stance was so still in her seat as she was enraptured with all that I was tell her. I felt bad that this was going to get worse, and the notion of re-telling it ad re-playing it in my head made me want to vomit, or run for the hills. Maybe all at once, but maybe this was what I needed.

"For the first time, I was afraid,"

1945

Buchenwald Concentration Camp

"This one worked with the Americans. We found his body out near the grenade explosion outside Building D."

"His condition worsened?"

I was phasing in and out of sleep, something was strapping me down one something cold and hard. I could hear voices in and out, though ti felt like I wasn't coming back from the dead. No, this was different and this was odd. In fact, there was something over my mouth and face. What was it?

"Not that we could see, sir. We had to make a hasty escape,"

"How sad," The second voice, sounding deeper and almost deadlier though I couldn't see him, was almost laced in honey and venom at the same time.I was slowly waking up, finding myself in same strange room that seemed so distinct and far away from where I was before. I wasn't outside, I couldn't tell if it was morning or night, but the florescent lights that were above me were far too bright since it sounded like at least three people were in the room and their voices were echoing and bouncing all over the walls.

"What's the update on the camp?"

"The Americans killed all of our guards and took the prisoners, sir."

"It's only one camp. If we go along with the plan then we can surely get ride of the other camps before more American's show up. They were lucky this time, but luck runs out to those who are cocky,"

"Sir, he's waking up,"

There was silence in the room now as my conscious was coming back a bit more with seconds going by. The walls were a olive green, almost military green, there was a smell of sterile instruments in the air and I could see in a way some German soldiers walking around the room. One of them was in a doctor's lab coat, peering down at me briefly from the corner of my eye since my head was to the side. He was staring at me, I knew he was, and just the way he was made me feel like he was a predator.

"Show we be worried if he tried to attack, sir?"

"No," he replied, his thick German accent was slicing through the air, "This gas has the keen ability to dissolve the use of muscles almost to numbness. Of course, too much of it can cause brain damage," He got up from his crouching position and looked over at the soldier whom was sealing to him, "Besides, this ins't a man,"

"What?" He asked in shock.

"Did it occur to you when you grabbed her for me that this was a woman?" He asked, almost in a sarcastic manner. I tried to move my arms then, noticing the straps were too hard and thick for me to do anything. This was making em panic as I was now shaking my wrist around and trying to kick the straps off.

"Oh, she's awake. Turn down the gas, she has no need for it now," he said in a gleeful tone, my eyes blinking as I felt him move my head from its side to have me ok straight up. A bright light was right down on me, and I could still feel the caked blood on my skin and my hair matted from both sweat and from blood.

"I've bene watching this one and her rag tag group of soldiers for some time, since they've been popping up around the battles with the Allies," The doctor explained as I was trying to think of why I was there and how I was strapped down in this manner, "What I saw in these soldiers…I saw it was pure magic,"

I saw him them move over to grab what seemed to be a long metal rod from a counter top not too near by. I then knew what was happening, my arms and legs were not trying for dear like to break out of the straps that I was using, but it was no use. Whatever mask was overly face and gas I was breathing was having me be a bit slower in my actions. No matter how hard I would push and shove, I was stuck as my pale one hand on my side and slowly inserting the rod in between my rib.

Pain. Searing pain.

I screamed out into the mask that was covering my mouth as I could feel the metal rod that was piercing my skin and digging into my muscle and fat. It was so slow, almost unbearable to go through with each shout I was giving out. It felt like ages that the rod was inserting into my body, and yet it was worse when he was pulling it out. Each inch that was coming out, covered in my blood, more pain was jolting all over my body in every crevice.

Once the rod was out, I gasped in pain and I was trying to at make move around and make the pain go away. It took a few several seconds, before I could see the doctor looking down at the decent sized wound against my rib slowly closing up. He gasped in amazement, still holding the rod that was covered in my blood. It was hard to breath, even with my side healed again as he finally spoke, looking down at me.

"You're my new personal patient, Fräulein."

Google Translate:

Stoppe sie! = Stop them!

Rauch! Geh runter! = Smoke! Get down!