SCREAMS!!! Contest WINNER!!! A Nazi's son makes progress with his father's technology...
|SCREAMS!!! Contest WINNER!!! 11/21/19
"Wie geht's, Fräulein?" the man in the white lab coat greeted, as the woman before him awoke from her chemically-induced nap. The man was tall and thin, probably in his early seventies. He possessed a manic energy that sent his wispy white hair swaying with every erratic movement.
Louisa said nothing as she awakened, groggy, and trying to comprehend what was happening.
"How are you?" he switched to English.
She still said nothing. She just stared at the man. He sounded muffled.
"Mein Vater hat..." he caught himself and switched languages again. "My father created a machine to create.. wie sagt man Klone auf Englisch?... clones! yes, clones."
Clones? This guy was clearly off his rocker! Louisa glanced down. She was naked and in some sort of glass tube. Instinctively, she tried to cover herself with her arms, but she couldn't move them far enough inside the tight tube. Claustrophobia attacked her with furious force, and her heart began to race. She fought to control her breathing as the scientist continued.
"But he was never able to get it working before the war was over. I, on the other hand finished his work!"
Louisa did the mental math and decided that the war to which the man was referring must be the second world war. And you thought it was a great idea to continue weird, illegal Nazi cloning research because...? she thought. Fortunately, she didn't verbalize her snark.
Louisa looked back to the man's grinning face, detecting a note of savagery in his foggy eyes. What had she gotten herself into?! She had just needed a part time job while she went to school! On her first day, this happens? Of all the people to work for in this town, of course she would pick the Nazi-wannabe psycho dude...
The man pressed a button, and the tube began to fill with a clear liquid, too viscous to be water. It felt cold as it pooled over her feet.
Louisa struggled as the liquid began to rise up her legs, but it was useless.
"Don't worry, Fräulein! You will be able to breathe the liquid as it covers you. This needs to be done as part of the process. I already have the DNA samples that I need."
The liquid was to Louisa's chin now. Her eyes went wide and her breathing turned to a pant as her latent claustrophobia sent her into a full panic. She squirmed and rose to her tiptoes to avoid the liquid. She closed her mouth as it was covered by the chilly liquid and whimpered in fear.
Louisa closed her eyes as the liquid rose above her nose. She wondered how long it would take before her lungs began to burn. She knew that the scientist had told her that she could breathe the liquid, but she absolutely did not want to test that. The thought of allowing her lungs to fill with the unknown sticky fluid sent shivers down her spine and pushed pulses of pure terror into her panicked mind.
A moment later, she ran out of choices as her lips parted without her consent, and she gasped in the foul fluid, choking and gagging... and breathing. Her terror diminished slightly as her lungs labored but functioned.
As her fear subsided, she glanced around the room, noticing, for the first time, a tube next to hers. It held a shapeless, flesh-colored blob. The scientist seemed to be doing something at a panel in front of that tube, though she couldn't see what through the blurry liquid that now fully encased her.
Several agonizing hours later, Louisa heard the thump of a door sliding open in the bottom of her tube. In a moment, the liquid drained to the point where it was below her mouth, and she began to cough and hack the strange, breathable fluid out of her lungs. After a violent fit of coughing, she managed to expel the last of it, breathing deep of sumptuous, gaseous oxygen.
She opened her eyes and saw... herself?! in the tube next to her. Was that her clone? Had this strange German scientist actually pulled it off? If that thing was actually alive, it seemed as if he may have!
She glanced to the scientist, who seemed giddy, his wispy, white hair bending this way and that.
Louisa looked back to the clone. Was she breathing? Yes, she was! The clone's chest seemed to be rising and falling as she stood naked in the tube. Wait a minute! This thing didn't look exactly like her after all. It looked better! It was difficult to tell, through both her tube and that of her clone, but the thing seemed to have a larger bust. It seemed taller than she was. Maybe fitter? Her waist sure looked smaller than Louisa's.
This thing was some sort of an improved version of her!
She wasn't sure what she felt about that. Was she inferior to this doppelgänger? A mix of emotions welled inside her at the realization.
The scientist neared the tube for a closer look at his creation. Her eyes suddenly jerked open, looking directly at the scientist outside her tube. He jumped, clearly startled by the sudden movement.
Suddenly, her hand shot through the tube, blasting glass outward, and grabbed the scientist's coat. The scientist grabbed at her hand, prying at her fingers, but he couldn't seem to remove them.
Her other hand shot through, then her legs. The rest of the tube shattered, falling in pieces to the ground.
Louisa had a much clearer view of her now, though only from the back. She had been correct. Her double's body had been improved. Significantly.
She had the same dark hair, but shinier, more vibrant somehow. Her back seemed far more toned and muscular than her own. Her butt... what Louisa wouldn't do for a butt that looked like that! Her legs looked longer and shapelier as well.
This clone looked as Louisa probably would if she worked out eight hours a day. And had better hair. And longer legs.
The clone grabbed the scientist's coat with her other hand, pulled him slightly toward her, then launched him through the door across the room! The thing must have thrown the man twenty feet, and still had enough force to send him completely through the heavy hardwood where he landed on top of it in the next room, unmoving.
Okay, so the clone was stronger than she was as well. Much stronger.
The clone turned toward her and smiled. Louisa shrank back against the far side of the tube, in complete terror for the second time today. As she did, she couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was.
The doppelgänger's face was more finely boned and elegantly shaped than her own. Her eyes were larger... and completely black. The clone's breasts were full and perfect. Her abs had incredible definition, and her hips were rounded and sleek. She looked breathtaking--an incredibly idealized version of Louisa.
With black eyes. Eyes that gave her the creeps.
The clone cocked her head to the side.
What was her double going to do? Reach through the tube and throw her across the room as she had with the scientist? She hoped not, but that seemed to be the preferred modus operandi for weird, evil Nazi super-clones, judging by her limited sample of information.
Luckily, her clone didn't seem to want to do that to her, opting instead to go after a pile of clothes near her tube. The clone donned them. Louisa recognized them at once. They were hers.
Of course, they looked significantly better on her clone than they did on her. Louisa wondered how the girl had been able to get her skinny jeans over those hips of hers. But then, super-strength would probably help a bit with things like that, she supposed.
As Louisa watched the clone dress, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. It was the scientist! He held a metal rod about a meter long, looking poised to swing at the girl as he crept toward her.
And swing he did, as soon as he was close enough. The bar clunked against her. She seemed to notice it, but it didn't budge her an inch.
Invulnerability, check, thought Louisa as she mentally inventoried the possible superpowers that this girl might have.
The girl turned and plunged her hand through the scientist's heart.
Of course she just did that... thought Louisa, ...because that is such an evil Nazi super-clone thing to do. Couldn't she have come up with something more original than that?
As long as it doesn't involve me losing parts... or being injured in any way whatsoever, she quickly appended to her thought, just in case the evil Nazi super-clone could read thoughts.
She momentarily felt bad for the scientist as he dropped into a heap before the girl. But her empathy was short-lived as her mind kicked into gear and reminded her that this was all his fault. Serves you right for stealing my DNA, putting me in a tube, and making an evil Nazi super-clone bitch! she thought.
Not that I'm calling you a bitch... Louisa quickly thought, in case the clone really did have those telepathic powers.
Fortunately, the clone either didn't hear her thoughts or was ignoring them because she bent her knees slightly, then flew through the roof of the lab, sending building materials crashing down to the floor under her.
Louisa's shoulders slumped in relief that the girl had apparently decided not to kill her.
Then, she realized that she was still in the tube.
And in some sort of secret lab.
And no one knew she was here, except for the dead Nazi scientist on the floor ten feet away.
And her claustrophobia was rising.