Chapter 154 – Shattered Glass

Chapter 154 – Shattered Glass

Now I have to say that hanging around and being in constant brain-numbing pain is actually not that fucking bad. I mean, sure the solution they pumped into my stomach tasted like ass – I think, not like I have another reference – and just hanging there wasn’t exactly interesting either but when you get used to the pain, the constant muscle cramps and the steadily increasing number of faces around you screaming random names and accusations at you, it eventually gets normal.

Which meant that I had time to think about stuff, like what the hell they did to my shit. Did it just vanish, was there some complicated system behind me I couldn’t see? I mean sure, those are pretty boring questions but I could do either that or count the seconds. Which I actually did, just out of boredom. I mean, at the start this whole affair was just horse cock torture but as time went on I cried less and eventually just wondered what the hell I was there for.

I had and still have no memories of myself before that chamber, but I did know that the second World War was going on. As a matter of fact as time went on I could remember more and more information. That ranged from the bank data of some German nobility to the exact names and executions to chess strategies. Amidst this sea of trivia, however, was never a single memory regarding myself. Can’t even tell you if any of those memories were mine or if the Nazi fucks were pumping them into me like the nutritional sludge.

Now I don’t want to say that getting used to that day to day routine was nice, the opposite in fact. I couldn’t even sleep back then and I can tell you that not being able to sleep forever majorly sucks. At least I think so. Much like the food, I have no fucking idea what the alternative is like. I just... know that it would have been nice to get some shuteye.

One day that door swung open. You know, the one at the edge of my vision. What stepped inside was the fuckass, asshole, holefucker who had the brilliant idea of making me.

“What is your name?” The dipshit butcher asked me.

‘Good question,’ I thought, ‘What is my name?’

As a sidenote, I want to add that I didn’t use to swear back then and OH MY NON-EXISTANT GOD do I regret that.

Back to my name though. I had no fucking clue. The faces on the walls certainly had a few ideas, Victoria, Eliza, Emma, Lydia, Hebanta, all of that and more screamed over and over. However, eventually, they seemed to agree on Thana, so that’s what I told the Nazi asshole.VịSit no(v)3lb/!n(.)com for new novels

Yes, I was made by the Nazi’s, not the Soviets, can the question cock face, I will answer it later.

For some reason that seemed to both make Josef Mengele, yes that is who he was, very happy and very annoyed. He mumbled something about bla-bla sub-humans, bla-bla, Nazi bullshit bla-bla. Long story short he wanted to create the Übermensch and wanted to do a test run on the less clean races before creating the true Aryan superbeing.

Well, he left and came back about a year later, yes, I was hanging around in that time too. That’s when things finally got moving. Moving of course meant: It got way worse.

“I find this result most interesting,” the racist cunt said, his hands deep in my guts.

He had moved me to another Illusion Barrier, where he had a nice operating table. And I mean actually nice. Lying was much more comfortable than hanging. Somehow, despite the skin of my stomach having been peeled back.

While I would have loved to rip him to shreds or anything I was thoroughly sedated by the fact that the fucker had implanted a little something in my brain before my memories began, which I only know because he told me about it. Well, he didn’t tell me, he told his pupil, some fucker who never took off his gasmask. Green-cloud exhaling arrogant cunt.”

“Wait a moment,” John intervened, “was it a male with a distorted voice? Typically wore a trench coat?”

He threw in an ice-bath to slow my heart rate or something and then he did something truly dumb. One day, while he was gone, one of his assistants decided to run some off-time experiments. Now, the exception about who could harm me and who couldn’t did include Masky McMaskface, but it didn’t include random laboratory assistant 1 through 124.

The second that scalpel hit my body and I took my first action as a sapient being was an absolutely glorious gorefest. I took the guy’s hand, ripped it off and used it to slap the shit out of the next guy, then I broke out of the operating room, took a few bullets to the chest, then disarmed the soldiers and slowly pressed their rifles through their mouths until their spines broke and other very graphical depictions of violence that I very much loved.

I also discovered that I could do that thing with my useless as shit wings. I mean they look nice but they really don’t do much themselves. Gives me a massive power boost though, so the fuck do I care about.

And then I had to find out that I was somewhere without an exit. I couldn’t find it, I mindlessly murdered everything inside and now I had nothing and no one to torture or fight against to keep me even the faintest bit emotionally alive and therefore, after destroying the whole facility in frustration, I was once again, a fucking potato.

Eventually the masked guy returned and actually spoke to me. I couldn’t react, but hey he addressed me. “I refuse to let you die,” the guy said, his messy grey hair hanging around, “I need you, I need what your body has and mine hasn’t. I made a deal with the Soviets, this war is lost anyhow. They think your only usage is that blood of yours, I will let them believe that.”

He proceeded to build that ‘stasis’ chamber you found me in and threw me inside. Got to say, between hanging around and being inside freezing cold water all the time, I actually preferred the former. Sucks that I was inside that for 70 years because somebody rebelled from the communists and stole me. Great thing that my senses were sharp enough to still let me hear everything.

So, I was whisked away from the Soviets, floated around for 70 years, you came along, accidentally broke me out and then that girl that shot me jumpstarted me, wasn’t completely correct of me to just kill everyone, but you try to think after having the brain frozen and in agony for a lifetime, I beat up your girlfriend, repeatedly, while killing the remaining Bloodfallen when she slept. That didn’t always work out, because I didn’t have enough cannon fodder lying around by the way. The Soviets came along, the idiots were descendants of people who had drunk my blood so I made them kill themselves, which was glorious, then I sat down here and finally you came along.

And this is the short version of the miserable life of a girl called Thana who is surrounded by these fucking faces, in constant pain from these ass nails and the fact that she can feel her own body decaying while regenerating against that same fact. A girl who can only feel if she kills or is being killed and who just wants to die.

So, John, do me a solid and take your best shot.” Thana concluded.

John halted his hand above the last nail that was stuck in her body. “How much longer until the decay takes over?” he wanted to know.

“How much longer? Bitch it long since has,” Thana laughed, “I am at best half as strong as four days ago, now rip out that thing so we can move this on.”

He took a moment to think about what he had just heard then he offered, “We can heal you, Thana.”

She burst out laughing. “Ahahahahahaha, priceless. John, I don’t want this life, I want to sleep, I want to die, send me off and forget all of this ever happened.” The tortured woman stared at the ground. “Please just... don’t forget me too much...?”

Could he do that? Could he just leave her to die like this? ‘One thing after another,’ he decided and exchanged a glance with Rave, who couldn’t say a word due to the hand still clamping down on her throat. ‘First I need to save you and for that to happen, I need to fight her,’ John fixated on Thana and ripped out the last nail. She giggled and sobbed, while the last wound closed.

John threw the nail aside, then used Observe.



Maybe this is doable?