Notoriously Nefarious- The Rise of a Neu Reich

by Sergio Black

  Feeling renewed and rested like a newborn infant, Lisa Ann crawls out of the sleeping bag at dawn, stretching and yawning loudly. Fang slowly shapeshifts back into himself and shakes a little, brushing off what little dirt has stuck to his fur. Balto comes to Lisa Ann and hunches down. Lisa Ann crawls onto Balto’s back and he leaps off into the wooded forest. Lisa Ann looks high to the sky as the sun shines on her darkest day, rinsing away the ensuing heartbreak. Lisa Ann smiles and laughs, unable to remember the last time she was this ecstatic, not just ecstatic but without doubt or worry, she feels as though a weight has been lifted. No longer feeling like an outcast in the NAZI society she felt a stranger in. The wolves respond to Lisa Ann’s delight, jumping and playing through the wooded trees like longtime friends. Nipping and biting each other, they chortle hoarsely in their wolfish way, which makes Lisa Ann admire them all the more. Not only are they responsive to her feelings, but they have a love for each other that she wished her family had shared.

  FAMILY. The thought hits Lisa Ann out of nowhere since she has been so preoccupied with the life-changing events that have happened in the last 24 hours. Mom and Dad. Lisa Ann panics and the wolves sensing her calamity, stop frolicking as Balto comes to a slow stop. Lisa Ann crawls off Balto and weeps. Balto and the other wolves descend over Lisa Ann, licking and snuggling her. Lisa Ann grabs Balto by the face, then rests her nose against his snout, as she stares him dead in the eyes.

  “Balto, listen to me. Can you understand me?” Balto paws at the air as he returns Lisa Ann’s stare. “Balto, we have to go to Boise, Idaho. Do you understand? We have to save my parents. Balto, please.” Balto looks to the other wolves and snaps his jaws, relaying the message. The other wolves snapback and Lisa Ann can sense how unplayful the wolves have become. Lisa Ann jumps on Balto’s back, gripping his fur tightly like she was barebacking a horse. Lisa Ann can feel Balto’s pent up energy before Balto leaps off and into the distance. Lisa Ann can never remember a wolf being so fast nor so strong. Lisa Ann knows Balto and his pack are exceptional and not from this world but somehow, she keeps finding herself in awe. In a short time, the terrain changes and the forest vegetation becomes less dense. Lisa Ann begins to recognize the area.

  “Balto, we are outside of Tulsa. If we keep going like this, we will be there much sooner than I thought.” Lisa Ann and the wolf pack have traveled over 100 miles in less than 3 hours without resting, crossing the border of Oklahoma and into Colorado. Lisa Ann is amazed at how fast the terrain has changed. Lisa Ann had seen much of the Neu United States when she was an International archery champion while attending school. From 6th grade all the way through N.A.D.A., Lisa Ann had many consecutive 1st place medals along with a very strong set of survival skills instilled in her by her dad. The forest that she and the pack were traveling through triggered a horrid memory that Lisa Ann can’t help but think about.

  CHAPTER NINE

  ALONE AND AFRAID WITH THE PANHANDLE RIPPER!

  “Lisa Ann, if we’re lost in the woods and need to find our way back to civilization, what do we do?” Trevor asked with a tone of tender bravado.

  “Find a river and follow it downstream, not upstream,” Lisa Ann said sweetly, reflecting every bit of her 8-year-old voice.

  “Good, Lisa Ann, very good. Now show me how to make a compass.” Lisa Ann scavenged their campsite and found an empty Sprite bottle, cutting it in half, she tossed the upper portion away, then walked to a stream and filled the lower half. Satisfied, she walked back to the campsite, then squatted, plucking a small leaf from the ground and carefully placed the green leaf in the bottle so it floated on the water, then atop of the leaf, she carefully dropped a tiny sewing needle, unpinned from the upper right corner of her Hitler Youth jacket. The needle on top of the floating leaf worked with the earth’s natural magnetism, forcing the leaf to spin and spin until it landed on the direction going north. Trevor Ryly had always wanted a son to pass his Master Youth training too. But in Lisa Ann he found someone who surpassed his expectations and therefore treated her no differently than if she were his boy.

  “So, Lisa Ann, if I were to leave you out here tonight, think you could find your way home?” Lisa Ann smiled big and nodded. Trevor Ryly, her father, nodded and acknowledged his daughter’s confidence. “Good.” Trevor knew his daughter well and knew that if she had said she was up to the task, it was something he couldn’t take lightly. That night, Lisa Ann and Trevor crawled into their prospective sleeping bags. Lisa Ann awoke at sunup to find Trevor gone, nowhere to be found. She started to feel panic stir in her chest and began to hyperventilate; she recited her training declarations out loud, “Don’t Panic, Stay Calm, Stay Vigilant, We are warriors, We are SS!” She used a nearby oak tree with colorful green leaves for support as she leaned over. She breathed deeply and regained her composure. Lisa Ann had adept tracking skills and followed the trail of clues left by her father, which included broken tree twigs, snagged particles of black clothing fiber, hoping they would lead her to a stream which she could follow to civilization or out of the Panhandle National Forest completely.

  Lisa Ann walked onward for a day and a half with no food other than small insects she was capable of scavenging, far and few between, nonexistent or rare. Her body depleted of nutrients, her core temperature dropped, both legs grew numb and weary, her toes turned dark blue, petrified, then ice cold. Lisa Ann stopped in the middle of Neu Idaho forest and lay back against a tree. ‘I will just sit here a minute,’ Lisa Ann thought to herself quietly.

  Lisa Ann awoke to gooey slobber on her face and the sound of angry snapping dogs. She fluttered her eyes open but was quickly blinded by a spotlight welded to an SS pickup truck that shone directly in her pupils. Instinctively, Lisa Ann covered her eyes to protect them from the illuminant searchlight. The man who towered over Lisa Ann was a very well-known serial killer who’d eluded authorities for decades, but aside from the Panhandle Ripper he went by another name given to him by the press. The Chameleon Killer had a severe reputation for having falsified many identities; formidable and overbearing, he stood at 6ft 2 and 270 pounds. He wore a black leather belt with a green belt buckle that read ‘Yeehaw’ over a protruding beer belly and a tank top two sizes too small. The Panhandle Ripper’s greasy sweaty head was covered by an old green billed hat that read: If You Aint From Boise, Then You Aint Noisey. But the most horrible thing about the Ripper wasn’t his size or height, nor his intentions. It was the black corduroy vest that hung between his belt and blue jeans. She could tell by the placements of the SS insignias on the front, and Chevrons running up the sides, that it was her father’s. ‘But how? How was this turd of a man able to catch my dad?’ Lisa Ann hesitantly wiped away beads of perspiration that broke on different patches of her face. When faced with anxiety, she would wince hard; the Panhandle Ripper kneeled down. He was so close to Lisa Ann she could see the yellow stained teeth made from the chewing tobacco left in his mouth when he slept, when he breathed in her mouth, she could smell the putrefying odor of stale alcohol. The Panhandle Ripper stared into Lisa Ann’s face and studied her beautiful green eyes, and abruptly plunged his dirty, crusty, nasty fingers into her mouth, then frisked them about, as he studied her teeth like a racehorse.

  “Well, look at you, seems you followed my trail of goodies that delivered you straight to me. You’d be surprised how many kids get lost in these woods,” the man said with a thick country accent before continuing his rant. “Why is someone so pretty out here all alone? You wanna see my collection of other toys? I’m sure you do. If you come with me nicely, I will feed ya.” Lisa Ann momentarily forgot how to breathe at the realization that she’d walked straight into his little game. The Panhandle Ripper had just said she followed his trail of trumped-up clues. Lisa Ann was sick from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Lisa Ann fearfully shook her head no and tried to make a run for it. The Panhandle Ripper had tied Lisa Ann’s shoe strings together while she slept and she fell within a couple of steps. Lisa Ann lay face down on
the forest floor. The Panhandle Ripper approached Lisa Ann from behind and angrily jerked her by the back of her long red hair then lifted her from the ground until she dangled in mid-air. The Panhandle Ripper craned forward, his lips mere inches from Lisa Ann’s face, he shook so fiercely, that mucus dribbled down his nose the more he became enraged.

  “That wasn’t very nice!” The Panhandle Ripper backhanded Lisa Ann with such force that a sharp CRACK! rang out in the dark forest. What little films of spittle she had in her mouth flew out when her head whipped to the side. He then carried Lisa Ann by her hair, as she kicked and flailed, reaching his rusty old SS pickup truck. He punched Lisa Ann in the temple hard enough to send her to Sandman’s open arms.

  Lisa Ann awoke, but remembered a severe headache and being dragged through the dirt by a single foot. She distinctly recalled Trevor’s voice screaming bloody murder. “Lisa Ann, the river! We are near the river! Goddammit Lisa Ann! You need to wake up and hear me! Was I crazy or did I also see glimpses of him tied up to a rotisserie like a fat pig ready for roast?” Lisa Ann groaned weakly, then realized she was locked in a small cramped room with lots of other children crying and whimpering. Lisa Ann will never forget the brave ones who were not so lucky. She still remembers the dank smell of fecal matter and bodily odor inside the cramped closet. The Panhandle Ripper had opened the door several times with the motivation of either yelling at them, or tossing hunks of carved flesh on the closet floor which was never enough, forcing her and the other children to fight over the scraps like ferocious feral animals. The door opened many times and every day or so he took another child and they were never seen again. Rumors had it, the Panhandle Ripper had a sanctum labeled the Boogie Room, the place he used to inspire fear. He had told the other kids that the bad children were taken to be gorged upon by the Boogie Man.

  After many days it was finally Lisa Ann’s turn to take a trip to the Boogie Room. The Panhandle Ripper opened the door and grabbed Lisa Ann by the hair and tore her from the closet. Lisa Ann recalled her Hitler Youth training, and knew how important it was to know your surroundings. Trevor always told her this was an instrumental key to surviving. Now, out of the closet, she quickly looked around at everything. The place was a small decrepit, filthy cabin, the living room and kitchen were adjoined with the door to the boogie room facing the living area. In the center of the living center was her father, Trevor Ryly, exactly how she remembered. He was in fact tied to a rotisserie like a pig. The Panhandle Ripper had somehow broken down the floorboards to create a firepit in the middle of his floor. Her father looked barely coherent and on the verge of passing out, blood dripping from his infected forearms where patches of flesh had been sawed away to the bone with a medical hacksaw that sat next to the hearth. Lisa Ann immediately retched up vomit that looked and tasted like diarrhea, the sticky stomach bile ran down her body, tainting her black skirt and black vest. She knew in her heart an attempted escape was futile. Lisa Ann had seen how the Panhandle Ripper strategically placed the German Shepherds near all possible exits. The shepherds snapped and snarled with real ferocity, ready to make a chew toy of anyone who dared to make a dashing escape.

  The Panhandle Ripper became enthralled to see Lisa Ann throw up. It made his heartbeat quicken with excitement, knowing he controlled his environment and could subject his captees to large lengths of cruelty. He smiled hard, showing off his oversized yellow teeth. “Well, we are going to have some fun, whatcha say, little dolly?” He grabbed Lisa Ann by the arm then forced her into his Boogie Room that contained nothing but an old urine stained mattress and a lot of leftover food wrappers sitting on the floor that read HAPPYS! The Panhandle Ripper threw Lisa Ann on the bed then grabbing both skirt and panties, he tore them away in two hard tugs. The Ripper eagerly fumbled with his belt buckle then pulled his jeans around his hips. When Lisa Ann began to protest, the Ripper cracked her on the lip and blood trickled down her chin. She didn’t know this but her suffering made his willy rock hard.

  Dazed and confused, Lisa Ann still managed to scream loudly, “NO! GET OFF OF ME! STOP! HELP ME! HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP!” Lisa Ann helplessly beat her tiny fist on his curly, hairy chest in what seemed to be a futile effort. The Panhandler Ripper opened his mouth and a thick fog crept from beyond his throat that infiltrated Lisa Ann’s ears. A loud high pitch whine rang inside her head that inhibited her ability to think straight. The echoing in her ears robbed her of all thoughts, and the sound seemed to increase over time. It reminded her of a broken fire alarm ringing in her head that rang and rang with no hope of shutting off while blood poured from her ears. She was on the verge of passing out, and all she could think of was her father. ‘So, this is how you captured my father, Trevor, you’re a Superior.’ Lisa Ann’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and in her mind, this was how it ended, alone, barren and afraid, without mercy, dignity, nor compassion. Out of nowhere an abrupt CRASH! filled the dank, ranky room, followed by several sharp cries voiced by his German Shepherds. The Panhandle Ripper closed his mouth and stopped his attempted rape session. He looked back at the rectangular colorless door in confusion. What the hell? The Panhandle Ripper stopped his process of molestation, then stood in his whitey tighties, and walked toward the bland colorless door when without warning, the frame smashed completely off its hinges as easily as a boy toppling Legos.

  The beast was the biggest, most heroic thing Lisa Ann had ever witnessed, despite the horrific looking nature of the beast. Somehow, Lisa Ann knew this was her hero. The creature was a pretty brown with the biggest paws and body Lisa Ann had ever seen. The Panhandle Ripper’s eyes grew wide and his whole body trembled with fear as he stood, unable to move and inevitably paralyzed. The Panhandle Ripper pissed himself as he stared into the eyes of his well-deserved death, this was the most terrifying looking black wolf he’d ever seen. The Panhandle Ripper tried to open his mouth, the fog barely clawed its way up his throat and past his lips. The wolf sprang forward and in one bite consumed the Ripper’s entire head into his mouth. The wolf savagely shook the Ripper like a small child thrashing a Woody doll. The wolf stopped and stared Lisa Ann in the eyes, then made a dashing escape out of the window with the sicko Ripper in its mouth.

  Lisa Ann wiped her tears and slowly pulled herself up, she quickly grabbed her panties, put them on, and walked into the small sitting area where she saw several more wolves of various colors. Lisa Ann was so dizzy from the Ripper’s Superior-Ability that she passed out from weariness. Meanwhile, the Black Wolf snapped and tore the man to pieces, separating limb from body with desolate ease. The Black Wolf trotted back inside and found a sleeping Lisa Ann. The Black Wolf scooped up Lisa Ann’s body as gently as a mamma bear carrying its cub and leapt into the foggy wildlife reserve.

  Lisa Ann woke up inside a white hospital room with many Swastikas surrounding her bedside, which was a symbol of Luck, to those within the ranks of the NAZI Party. “Oh my god! Daddy! And the other kids! We have to help them!” The doctors and several Gestapo police calmed Lisa Ann down. Lisa Ann uzis off a rapid succession of well-aimed questions ending with, “Where is my dad?” Sensing it was his time to seize command of the situation, the stocky, leather-suited Gestapo Sergeant to the back took charge, pushed his way through the crowd of doctors and Deputies until he was front and center.

  “Your dad is still missing at this moment in time. We just need to ask you a few questions.” He pulled a green pocket book from his black overcoat, a clickable pen from the other. “What happened out there in the forest?” Lisa Ann looked to the Gestapo Sergeant and everyone present. Lisa Ann had glimpses and flashbacks of the wolves that were massive, unreal, something blissful but unsightly.

  “My dad and the other kids, oh God.” Lisa Ann looked from the Gestapo Sergeant then down to her toes. She wiggled them to prove to herself they were still attached to her feet. “There are other kids out there just like me. We need to find them.” Everyone present in the room stopped speculating and everything became a hushed silence. “The oth
er kids the man took - they are still out there in the closet.” The Gestapo Sergeant knelt down real close to Lisa Ann’s bed.

  “Dear, can you tell me exactly where you were, and what you remember?” Lisa Ann shook her head no.

  “But I know it’s by a river. I couldn’t see the place, but I’m pretty sure my daddy had told me the cabin was near a river.” The Gestapo Sergeant nodded his head and spoke into his radio that was strapped to his broad shoulder. Lisa Ann avoided eye contact but spoke softly. “May I see my mommy now?” The Gestapo Sergeant turned his head over so he could see the doctors and his Deputies.

  “Hey, guys, give us a minute of privacy.” The group left without dispute and closed the door on their way out. “Honey, now I need you to be honest with me. Did your daddy leave you out there on his own accord?” Lisa Ann quickly made eye contact with the Gestapo Sergeant to emphasize her sincerity.

  “No, my daddy is one of the ones who was taken! He would never do that! He loves me! I waited until he was asleep and snuck off to bird-watch a family of owls, then got lost. That was when the bad man found me. When I didn’t come back my Daddy came looking for me. That’s when the bad man took him too! It wasn’t his fault. That man had superpowers.” Lisa Ann was smart enough to know that if the Gestapo Sergeant knew the truth about her dad leaving her in the woods, he would be reprimanded and she would be sent away. The Gestapo Sergeant nodded his head.

  “Okay, I believe you. So how did you escape again?” Lisa Ann knew she couldn’t say what she believed she had seen that night. Lisa Ann knew no one would believe her, and she could possibly be detained under the pretense that she was unredeemable. Her parents had prepared her, and taught her well enough to know what she could and could not say in the presence of a Government official.