Blood-stained Secrets
Chapter 5
A/C- Im so sorry it's taken me so long to update this T-T I had a terrible case of Writers Block (and I'm still not completely cured of it yet) If you have any advice or words of wisdom on where to take this story please let me know. Honestly, I need some ideas as to what Eddy is questioning the man about, my first idea isn't working out all that great T-T All help is greatly appreciated.
Richtofen sat in the corner of his small office in a chair he had taken out of one of the other rooms. The American was strapped to the long metal chair in the center of the room, unconscious and oddly enough, in the same position his last patient had been in when he breathed his last breath. His head held back and drooping slightly off to the side. Richtofen reached over to the counter that held his notebooks and picked up the one he had been writing in earlier along with a pen. He crossed his legs and rested the book on his lap and began to record the patients' reactions to the drug he had injected into him earlier.
"Subject number six. The drug was administered and the patient reacted to it just like the others; lack of balance, dizziness and impaired vision. Subject was knocked out and taken to the testing room. Once he regains consciousness the testing will continue." The doctor felt a small thrill as he thought about the horrible things he would do to his next victim. He let out a girlish giggle and placed the pen inside the notebook, marking the place and closed the book. He drew his attention back to the man in the chair. He saw the man twitch suddenly and a small moan escaped his lips. Richtofen uncrossed his legs and sat upright in the chair watching the man intently. When the victims head moved to the right and began to move his hands The Doctor stood up and grabbed a scalpel from the counter, the small sharp blade gleaming in the feint light coming from the light bulb hanging overhead. He locked his eyes on the man who was quickly regaining consciousness, and started toward him with a slow predatory gait. The insane smile on his face growing larger with each step that brought him closer to the helpless man. The Voices were howling for blood.
As the Doctor approached the chair the man strapped to it began to move, his hands forming fists and his head moving from side to side. Richtofen stood in front of the man and leaned over resting a hand on either side of the arm-rests. His face inches away from the Americans, his smile stretching across his face. Suddenly, the mans eyes flew open, taking a moment for his eyes to adjust. When he realized it was the sadistic Nazi who hovered over him he gasped and tried to push himself back into the chair, attempting to put space between him and the doctor.
"What the hell did you do to me?" He demanded, struggling against his restraints.
"Now, now." The German tsked, rising to his full height. "We will have none of that, mein tier." Breaking off with a maniacal laugh. He walked around to the back of the chair, the man trying desperately to free his self and face the doctor.
"I have something to ask of you, American." He said, coming to a stop behind the mans right shoulder, placing his mouth next to the mans ear. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "I'm hoping you can give me what I'm looking for without to much trouble. I would hate to ruin your pretty face." He said mockingly, pulling away. The man sat straight ahead, refusing to react. He had a feeling he knew exactly what this crazed Nazi scientist wanted but damned if he was going to give it to him. So he remained stubbornly silent. Richtofen realized the man wasn't going to cooperate and walked back in front of the chair looking down on the man threateningly.
"Very well," He said with a smirk. "we will do it the hard way then."