Notoriously Nefarious- The Rise of a Neu Reich

by Sergio Black

  Lisa Ann doesn’t struggle to free her hand but lets the sequence run its course. The stone surface slowly recedes from around her hand, then flattens again, the warding curse carved throughout the door begins to sizzle with heat before burning blood red. The entire wall quakes, Lisa Ann can hear the locks hiss and cogwheels whir before the door rumbles then slides open. Several white crystals rooted to the ceiling catch the earth's natural photons, creating a funnel of light that majestically brightens the square tomb’s tall room. Lisa Ann looks back to the Mad Doctor, astonished.

  “You’re not going to believe this.” The Mad Doctor feeling his stomach roar, and uneasy about entering the tomb for fear of booby traps, cautiously looks down at his feet then paces up the stone staircase. With every step taken, the Mad Doctor feels like he’s one footfall closer to either death or his destiny. The Mad Doctor reaches the top of the staircase and stands next to Lisa Ann, unable to suppress a genuine smile even if he had wanted to. Throwing both arms forward, he releases several fist pumps of triumph like those douchey guys from Jersey Shore. “This is it, the tomb of the Virgin Mary!”

  The Mad Doctor rushes forward, whooping and hollering, he pops his hips like a two cent knock off Elvis with mental deficiencies, “Whee-hee! I told you, mother! I hope you’re watching your failure of a son! I’m such a failure, right! I hope you see all this failure, from the pits of hell, you old bitch!” He lifts up his shirt and begins rubbing his tummy. “Goodness gracious great nuts of fire! I am a God!” he shouts toward the ceiling. His mental state quickly changing to scavenger mode, he rushes to inspect various parts of the vast room that’s adorned with treasures of his maddest imaginations, gold, jewels, and ancient artifacts. All the hoarded treasures buried inside the elaborate tomb pay homage and many thanks to the woman who birthed Jesus Christ. But of all the relics in the room, there is only one the Mad Doctor cares to find... Lisa Ann stands at the entryway, watching the Mad Doctor shout, shuffle around and giggle about. Her right hand begins to glow again, an innocent soft voice whispers in her ear with crying pleas, the pleas of a sobbing mother, these pleas can only come from great depths within the broken heart when a mother has lost her child. Lisa Ann knows this all too well and lets the letter of agony be her guide, her hand raises itself and drags her to Destiny. She stops and hovers over the most luxurious pearl coffin she’s ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on, and admires the craftsmanship, touching the golden star emblazoned at the center. In that instant, she feels the raw passion of Bethlehem’s protectors and its connection to her ancestors. Lisa Ann looks at her palm, in the center of her skin, she spots a small six-pointed star mysteriously tattooed into her hand. Lisa Ann touches it with an index finger and instantly remembers what it is the rays represent. Not only Christ’s reincarnation but also the morals he lived by and the six attributes of his father, power, wisdom, majesty, love, mercy and justice.

  Lisa Ann recalls from memory the small seance from the wall and repeats it to herself. “For those who are ancient and true.” For the first time in her life, she feels conflicted about her pledge to Nazism, for she knows the REICH is anything but what the stars’ rays represent.” She lines up the Star that sits in her palm with the one on the casket and jabs with all the force she can. The gears that hold the casket shut release with a surprising hiss. The coffin lid rolls off to the side revealing the corpse of Mary Magdalene, dressed in beautiful white silk robes, her red hair pulled back and on top of her head is Jesus’ Crown of Thorns. Her body is so well preserved she looks ageless and graceful, a loving mother and caretaker to Jesus no doubt, her great ancestor, laying with a deceiving peaceful smile, her arms folded around a 12-inch spearhead so chaste it looks almost to be see through. That’s when Lisa Ann realizes she is clutching the very weapon used to kill her son. Lisa Ann sheds several tears but quickly wipes them away. The Mad Doctor stops his scavenging when he hears the casket lid slide open; he trots to Lisa Ann.

  “Oh my God. It’s really here. I can’t believe my eyes... is that?” Lisa Ann finishes the Mad Doctor’s sentence with a cheerless retort.

  “The Spear of Destiny. I do believe so.” Lisa Ann reaches inside the casket and grips the spearhead. She respectfully pries it from Mary’s stiff hands and raises it above her head. The spear whirs and extends with deadly velocity, extending to a 7-foot javelin. The Mad Doctor looks at the weapon with astonishment.

  “I hope that thing can somehow get us outta here.” No sooner have the words escaped the Mad Doctor’s lips, the entire tomb quakes violently. Lisa Ann looks back at the formidable door and sees water sloshing about through the hallway.

  “This place is flooding!” The vault door behind them slams shut with surprising force, unveiling another stone door with vertical bars that sits above their heads, thinner in diameter, this door looks like something from the wild west. Sunlight peeks through the bars and floods the staircase. The Mad Doctor holds tight to his satchel and runs up the steps with Lisa Ann on his heels. He grabs the vertical bars then pushes and pulls trying to save them from an early death.

  “Lisa Ann! We will die if you don’t do something!” Lisa Ann grabs Andrew by the shoulder with a surprisingly strong grip and tosses him to the floor behind her. Lisa Ann looks at Andrew with deadpan eyes.

  “I got this!” Lisa Ann lifts the spear and aims it at a 50-degree angle, she calls upon her Star Energy and amasses it into the javelin like a lightning conduit. The Spear glows fire red before firing off a single destructive blast that vaporizes the door to tiny bits. The Aegean Sea quickly overtakes the tomb and in a few seconds the water line is up to her chest. Lisa Ann looks back at Andrew but he’s gone. She rolls her eyes and breathes in deep before immersing herself in the salty ocean which stings her abrasions like rubbing alcohol. She looks about frantically then spots Andrew near the coffin. He is attempting to rip the Crown of Thorns from Mary’s head. Lisa Ann is beside herself with revulsion, but fighting her urge to abandon him, she swims toward him and grabs his arm. He looks at her with desperation and shouts through the water but his words are all but garbled.

  “We cannot leave without the Crown!” Lisa Ann urges him to give up his quest, as she doesn’t stop tugging on his arm. Reluctantly, he abandons his mission then follows Lisa Ann through the tomb’s exit and they emerge above ground and lie on their backs. The warmth of the setting sun against their wet skin has them lost in total euphoria, for neither of them thought they would see the light of day again, the relief that sweeps them is beyond comprehension. Lisa Ann and Andrew don’t move for a minute, as they catch their breath from their near brush with death. Lisa Ann sits up before looking around.

  “Umm, Doctor Rush, where is the Temple?” The Mad Doctor scrambles to his feet and walks to where the temple used to stand. In its place sits a massive rectangular sinkhole that seems to plunge into the ocean. Andrew looks around and is anxious that the island will sink at any moment. ‘Fuck the Crown of Thorns’ he says to himself. Well, another mission for another day. Andrew had thought before that he was willing to die to achieve his dreams, but then looking at Lisa Ann, he decided that guesswork was very silly, and it was smarter to have other people die for you. Whoever saw a King fight his own wars? No, now that’s what he has soldiers for.

  “C’mon, my dear, back to the chopper.” The Mad Doctor attempts to drag Lisa Ann, but she doesn’t budge.

  Lisa Ann pulls her hand away from the Mad Doctor’s grip. “Wait, there’s something I must get off my chest. You were absolutely sure about me, right? You were absolutely sure we wouldn’t die?” Lisa Ann asks a candid question. The Mad Doctor stares methodically before breaking out into horrendous laughter.

  “BWAHAHAHAHA! Why, of course! Lisa Ann, I gambled with my own life as well, don’t forget that minute detail. Matter of fact, when we get back to homefield I am filing paperwork to have you promoted. But first things first, the Spear?” The Mad Doctor smiles with false affection then holds out his hand.

  Lisa Ann looks at the elo
ngated Spear, then reluctantly hands it off to the Mad Doctor. Upon touching the Mad Doctor’s hand, the Spear stops glowing and retracts back to its original 12-inch size. The Mad Doctor twitches with frustration, he shakes the white spear. “C’mon, Activate?!” The Mad Doctor growls loudly to himself, then tucks the Spear into his satchel, putting his hand on the small of Lisa Ann’s back, he escorts her back to the chopper. The Mad Doctor stares at the pilot through the copilot’s window while he and Lisa Ann walk forward. Curious about what the pilot has seen, he smells something fishy, the Mad Doctor pays well enough attention to the pilot’s body language and decides he has seen too much.

  The Mad Doctor steps on the footboard and hoists himself upward, then staring at the pilot, he opens the copilot’s door.

  “Sir, are we leaving?” The Mad Doctor looks back at Lisa Ann and puts on a nice facade.

  “Lisa Ann, be a dear and give me a private word with the pilot, please.” Lisa Ann nods and walks off into the distance. The Mad Doctor seems to have transformed from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde in a moment’s notice. Turning back to the pilot who looks at him calmly, he has no idea his life is in danger. The Mad Doctor crawls inside the open door, dropping the satchel to the chopper’s baseboard to free both hands. The Mad Doctor reaches his right hand inside his peacock coat, gripping the syringe from within his pocket and without warning, he slams the pilot’s head off the widget console, thoroughly discombobulating him before jamming the needle into his carotid artery, releasing 50 milligrams of strychnine. The Mad Doctor grabs the pilot and covers his mouth, muffling his screams, the helicopter rocks, and jumbles with the aviator’s struggle. The pilot’s eyes roll into the back of his head while he shakes and convulses horrendously. Foamy red stomach bile covers the Mad Doctor’s hand and seeps through his closed fingers. The pilot gives a final few jerks before his toes curl and he becomes completely lifeless. The Mad Doctor licks his lips and regains his composure, looking back at Lisa Ann to find her staring at the Aegean Sea. The Mad Doctor stares into the window’s glossy reflection and licks his hand before running his wet fingers through his disheveled hair. He detects his eye is amiss like a gyroscope and smacks his fist into the side of his socket in an attempt to set his eye in place.

  The Mad Doctor winks to himself. ‘Lights, curtains, action.’ The Mad Doctor jumps from the chopper waving both arms vigorously, jumping up and down like a crazed lunatic. “Help! Lisa Ann! Help!” Lisa Ann abruptly turns from the Aegean coast and sprints back to the chopper. The Mad Doctor tries his best to be distraught and falls to his knees.

  “Lisa Ann, we were talking and I don’t know what happened. He just had a heart attack or something. God, it’s so terrible!” The Mad Doctor chokes fake sobs and covers his face with bloody fingers, spreading them ever so slightly so as to see Lisa Ann’s reaction. Lisa Ann walks past the Mad Doctor and steps onto the footboard, elevating herself to eye level, looking from the Mad Doctor to the pilot who’s slumped in the cockpit, strained, stiff and contorted. Lisa Ann leans inside the chopper’s doorway and inspects the pilot with better observation and views several struggle marks running down his neck like a series of cat scratches. Lisa Ann steps down, folds her arms waiting for an explanation, then turns to the Mad Doctor, looking into his face, she calmly speaks with a tone that will not stand for anything but the truth.

  “How’d you do it?” The Mad Doctor throws up his hands and looks to Lisa Ann, attempting to portray innocence.

  “Lisa Ann, I don’t know what you mean.” Lisa Ann looks at the pilot, hoping against all probability Andrew wasn’t guilty of her suspicions, but the ending to this story looks grim.

  “First of all, you have blood on your hands, secondly men who die of heart palpitations don’t lacerate their own necks before they die. These lacerations are caused by someone attempting to hold him still.” The Mad Doctor stares at Lisa Ann with criminal intent and decides to drop his charade. The Mad Doctor shrugs his shoulders and nods his head.

  “You got me, very good deductive skills, Lisa Ann.” The Mad Doctor smiles then stands up from his knees, wiping off the dirt and debris stuck to his clothes. “Lisa Ann, you have to understand, the man was a faggot. I witnessed this abomination wearing women’s lipstick. I took an oath to uphold the Neu Commandments same as you, it was my civic duty to expunge that filth from this planet, and on top of that, he practically saw everything. He would have told someone and you understand why I couldn’t let him that happen, right? You’re so important to me. I couldn’t let anything happen to you. So, I killed in your name. To protect you.”

  The Doctor’s act at emulating sincerity comes off as creepy, vain and egocentric. The Mad Doctor swoons forward like he’s performing the Cha-Cha Slide, closing the distance between himself and Lisa Ann. He entwines his parky, dead fingers around her shoulders, pulling Lisa Ann close, embracing her in a tight hug like he means it. The Mad Doctor buries his head into Lisa Ann’s bosom like a pervert and inhales deeply with the desperation of a nursing baby.

  “Ahhh, you smell like lavender... reminds me of my dead mother, may God rest her soul.” Lisa Ann fights the tears that press against her eyelids, her stomach begins cramping with pains that are more savage than even the worst menstrual cycles. The Mad Doctor pulls away from Lisa Ann but holds tightly to her shoulders as he lusts into her red, swollen eyes. “You understand, right?” Lisa Ann fights the urge to vomit as bile creeps up the back of her esophagus, the chunky stomach acid stings her throat. She says nothing and quietly smothers it down with a faint GULP! She keeps her composure well but is sick at the realization that the man she once revered as a God and her idol, is nothing more than a murdering fascist bastard. For now, Lisa Ann decides it’s best to play along and pretend like they are friends.

  “Yes, I understand, if you did it for me, then I guess it’s okay.” Lisa Ann looks toward the ground and tucks several strands of stray hair behind her ear then folds her arms, coerces a false smile, and on the outside, everything seems dandy, but on the inside, she’s conflicted with inner turmoil. Despite being a devout NAZI to everything NAZISM her whole life, she always felt like a black sheep within its ideals, but she never dared speak out against her parents or their wishes. Now more than ever, she feels like she no longer belongs to the movement. The Mad Doctor nods his head, aiming to sympathize with her feelings.

  “It’s a tragedy, Lisa Ann, and I will make sure his family is well compensated.” On the outside, Lisa Ann wants to scream from the pent-up frustration, but in its place releases a single tear that rolls down her cheek with a sad expression. The Mad Doctor relinquishes his right-hand grip on her cold shoulder, then cups her chin the way a tender husband would. Using his thumb, he wipes away the tear that rolls down her now ghostly face. For the first time since her apprenticeship with Andrew, she actually feels his sincerity. Lisa Ann lifts her head and looks him in the eyes.

  “It’s not every day someone kills for you,” she murmurs. The Mad Doctor nods agreeing. His gyroscopic eye that usually swivels with uproar is now still and peaceful.

  “Yes, maybe someday you can return the favor, my dear.” The Mad Doctor raises his head toward the darkening sky and stares into the edge of our outer plane. “It’s getting late and the seismic activity is increasing. We better get going. I’ll be our pilot back to Waco.” Lisa Ann turns away and steps into the chopper, before buckling herself in. The Mad Doctor nods his head, thoroughly satisfied that he’s captured Lisa Ann’s undying loyalty. He moves with a hop in his step, making his way around the nose of the helicopter to the chopper’s main door, grabbing the handle, he yanks the door open with a sharp ARCH! The Mad Doctor steps onto the buckboard and leans over the pilot, unstrapping the seat belt, he rips the aviator out of his chair and lets the corpse slump to the rocky earth like vermin. Jumping down, the Mad Doctor kneels and frisks the pilot’s body for the bundle of money he had given him, his fingers feeling for the rectangular bulky shape. “Aha, Eureka!” The Mad Doctor licks his lips and quickly un
straps the laced inner pocket fast as his dirty rat fingers will allow. Reaching inside, he pulls out the blood money then kisses it passionately, before stuffing the crispy bundle into his inner coat. Lisa Ann doesn’t say anything but finds his actions abhorrent, fighting the overwhelming urge to say something, so instead bites her tongue until it bleeds, and just when she thought Andrew’s lack of humanity couldn’t get much worse, it did. Satisfied, the Mad Doctor drags the body to the island’s ledge before kicking him into the ocean, letting the undercurrent carry the corpse out to the deep sea. The Mad Doctor watches the body disappear and walks back to the chopper, then pulls himself into the cockpit, making himself comfortable.

  “Back to base.” The Mad Doctor shuts the door and flips several switches. He looks over to Lisa Ann whose head is turned toward the window, sightseeing the crashing tidewaters of the beautiful Aegean Surf. The Mad Doctor fiddles the yolk from side to side and hovers briefly, before pulling away from the rocky terrain. Cape Sounion gives one last quake then sinks to the bottom of the Aegean...

  CHAPTER SIX

  CAPTURED

  Nefarious sits on the back of the Six-Eyed Raven attempting to contain the chills of excitement that snail up his spine, for he knows losing fortitude of his emotions could result in an overuse of power. He focuses his attention toward a 70-foot skyscraper, the architecture’s stacked windows glimmer and shimmer under the afternoon sun. Nefarious readies himself to wage war with the N.S.W.P. enterprise and if need be the entirety of the Neu Empire. Jumping to a battle position, Nefarious reaches his left hand over his shoulder, letting the tips of his fingers brush over the ailing Scythe that demands blood for blood. He steadies his right hand in front of him, touching down on the Raven’s head, lightly gripping the plush feathers that change colors under the pressure of his palm like the Northern Lights. Nefarious allows himself the slight pleasure of enjoying the clash of colors that reminds him of the rainbow-colored sweaters Eden had given him for Christmas the year before her demise. The memories flood Nefarious’ mind but he refuses to feel the shame of forbidden agony that would weaken his sense of ambition. Nefarious concentrates on the Raven’s energy, feeling as though they were no longer separate beings but sharing a like mind, just as Winsor had prophesied. He feels the secretion of energy coming from the Raven’s wings that shoot inward to the center of his body; the vibrations crash against him in exultant tidal pools, the energy seeping into his body, plunging him into an abyss of power-like vacuumed quicksand.