Notoriously Nefarious- The Rise of a Neu Reich

by Sergio Black

  “The man fell asleep and I waited until dark, then escaped. My daddy was hanging and I couldn’t free him.” The Gestapo Sergeant looked at Lisa Ann doubtingly.

  “You escaped and none of the other children got out?” Lisa Ann thought of an answer fast.

  “Yeah, I couldn’t take none of the others with me. The bad man would have noticed we were gone.” The Gestapo Sergeant jotted some notes in his pocketbook. “Can I see my mommy now? I have to tell her that we need to find daddy.” The Gestapo Sergeant sighed and shook his head.

  “Yes, I surmise you can. But we need to move fast, we need to save the others and time is of the essence, okay?” Lisa Ann nodded, the Gestapo officer smiled warmly, then left the room, being sure to close the door behind him. Lisa Ann listened intently to the conversation ensuing outside the room, recognizing the Gestapo Sergeant’s distinctive voice.

  “We need your daughter’s help if she can take us back to where she was taken. That can be a big help. I feel like it should be her mother who asks her.” Lisa Ann jumped out of the bed and opened the door.

  “I will help you. I can take you there, to the bad place.” The Gestapo Sergeant looked at Lisa Ann’s mother and shrugged his shoulders.

  “Well?” Lisa Ann’s mother, Sophia, looked to the Gestapo Sergeant. Then gave a big nod.

  “Okay, baby, I want you to know I am really proud. You’re being extremely brave, honey. We will bring Father home.” Lisa Ann’s mother, Sophia, kissed her head.

  That night, Lisa Ann waited in the police station as the Gestapo and an SS strike team were being assembled. The Gestapo Sergeant approached Lisa Ann and crouched on one knee.

  “Hey, sweetie, are you ready?” Lisa Ann held tightly to her plush wolf that she insisted her mother get her after she was discharged from the hospital. Lisa Ann’s mom looked at Lisa Ann curiously.

  “Honey, what’s your recent fascination with wolves?” Lisa Ann looked at her mom and didn’t hesitate.

  “His name is Balto, mommy, like the wolf from the movie; he saved me.” Lisa Ann showed her perfect teeth as she smiled gaily and held onto Balto. Later that night, Lisa Ann led several police agencies and a fully armed SS strike team to the location she was taken from. Lisa Ann closed her eyes as she relived the moment.

  “It was here the bad man took me, here. I fell asleep against that tree.” The Gestapo and SS police investigated the area and found one of many Hitler Youth pins that had fallen from Lisa Ann’s shirt during the abduction, a mile from the location they located her father and the other children. The bad man, whose name was Peder Rasmussen’s head had been chewed to nothing and his limbs were severed from his body and strewn not far from the headless torso. The Gestapo Sergeant had seen his fair share of cruelty in the concentration camps but this was something else entirely, he couldn’t help but to vomit his steak dinner.

  “Get her back,” the Sergeant said. “I don’t want that little girl seeing this.” After the search, her father and 14 kids were recovered from the shack alive, no doubt traumatized, but safe. The Gestapo Sergeant looked to Lisa Ann with scrupulous intent. “What happened here, Lisa Ann? That man, oh God. He got what he deserved but what happened?” Lisa Ann recited her story after which the Gestapo Sergeant walked off and spoke with her mother about what had happened.

  Later that night, Lisa Ann sat in the back of the family’s demonic-looking REICH-STAGG CRUISER, holding Balto. Lisa Ann’s dad was okay, but the extent of his injuries was so great that he had to have skin grafts removed from his buttocks, to fix his mutilated forearms. One week later, the consequences were a bruised ego, surgery and a blood transfusion. Trevor drove home and adjusted the rearview mirror so he could gaze upon his young daughter sitting in the back seat. He couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with guilt.

  “Lisa Ann, what happened in the forest? I just want to know how you escaped. That guy who took us was no joke.” Lisa Ann looked at her stuffed wolf and thrust him forward with her tiny hands.

  “It was Balto, daddy, he saved me.” Lisa Ann’s mother looked at Trevor with a disturbed look.

  “Lisa Ann, you mean Balto, your stuffed puppy?” Lisa Ann shook her head.

  “I didn’t wanna tell the other guys; they wouldn’t have believed me.” Lisa Ann’s father looked back at his daughter and felt a remnant of realization.

  “Lisa Ann, you are to never speak of this again. Do you understand, it was a bad dream, it was not Balto, understood?” Lisa Ann shook her head and questioned herself silently. ‘Did I really see him, Balto?’

  That night, as Lisa Ann crawled in her bed, she heard rustling sounds coming from the woods next to her bedroom window. Lisa Ann jumped out of bed and ran to her window. There in the faint light, she could make out the silhouette of several wolves of ungodly size. Lisa Ann smiled, then opened her window.

  “Thanks, Balto, you saved me.” The wolf looked at Lisa Ann through her open window and let out a muffled gruff, smiled, then began licking his lips and running back into the forest. That night, Lisa Ann crawled back into bed with a sense of security and passed out like a flickering light.

  CHAPTER TEN

  MOTHER: WE ARE ALL PSYCHOS DOWN HERE!

  The Mad Doctor walks down the white halls of the N.S.W.P. with a black steel cane, a silent thought, and a sordid standpoint. ‘That little bitch, Lisa Ann. We had her in my grasp and then those fucking ungodly animals. They were impervious to everything. Those defiant eyes remind me of one thing... That fucking Infamously Notoriously Nefarious, this is all his fault! My precious plans unfolding, Lisa Ann running away! He did this somehow! No matter, no more Mr. Nice, forgiving, caring, Doctor. Fear me my peasants, these mishaps have given rise to Doctor Death.’ The Mad Doctor walks through the double set of locked doors where Nefarious is being held and looks at both masked physicians attending to Nefarious’ eye. The Mad Doctor stands in the doorway licking his lips with a gross smile.

  “Can you guess what happened last night, My Notorious One?” Nefarious lays back on his bed quietly and lets out a small rebellious smirk. Nefarious looks at the Mad Doctor, not attempting to hide his satisfaction.

  “You got a new accessory?” Nefarious looks at the Mad Doctor’s bum leg, his cane, then straight to his eyes. The Mad Doctor looks at the cane then back to Nefarious with a comet of anger while both doctors patching up his eye stifle a laugh.

  “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Or you’re both fired!” The Mad Doctor shakes like a vibrator, in his fit of anxiety, blood pressure begins to soar and both eyes swivel about with fury. Andrew descends upon Nefarious with a limp that doesn’t exactly portray weakness, but more so in a fashion, that says I’m here to fuck you up. Andrew raises the heavy cane, he cracks Nefarious across the face, the solid steel massacres his skin, splaying black blood across the wall, that immediately drizzles down the smooth surface before hardening like a crystal-quartz. The Mad Doctor smiles. “Prep him, we are moving him to Desolation Row. Have a Sicherheitspolizei team meet me downstairs.”

  The Mad Doctor leans over and asserts himself in Nefarious’ face. “You may think you’re funny, Nefarious. Just like your father, you think you’re better than me. You and your entire family are self-righteous, self-loathing, pieces of trash. You’re so beneath me I wouldn’t shit on you. I’ll show you firsthand how I broke Killian... the not so great one. He begged me to kill him in the end. Blathered on and on about let my son live! Oh God, please don’t kill my boy! Yawn, Yawn, Yawn. Make no mistake, you will die on Desolation Row. Just know one thing. I am in control. I am the game maker. And I am the game master. But guess what? It’s game over!” Andrew looks to each doctor that stands behind Nefarious’ gurney, nods, and backs away. The doctors acknowledge Andrew’s silent command, then proceed to unlatch Nefarious’ gurney, then wheel him out of the room. The Mad Doctor follows close behind, limping behind the stretcher, supporting two-thirds of his weight on the cane.

  Walking through the narrow hall, they come to an end, at the floating black el
evator. Andrew pushes his way past the physicians, looking over his shoulder to both Plague Doctors, “Turn around now! Cover your ears! And say my Anthem!” Andrew snickers at this, for he knows both men have no choice but to submit to his every whim; both men look at each other then cup their ears. Boisterously they sing aloud like choir boys: “LALALALALA! Oh Majesty, Oh Andrew, how we give our life for thee, From the shirts on our backs, To the shovels in our grave, Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah!” Andrew laughs aloud, satisfied with his own knack for making people look a fool, he punches in a 16-digit override code known by him, and only a select few key members within the Order. The door opens, Andrew hobbles to the back, the doctors slowly turn around and sulk as they wheel Nefarious through the entryway, the door slides shut. The elevator rumbles, then drops to a special area known as F-4, nicknamed the Desolation Row, a restricted area that houses some of history’s most Notorious, Infamous, Famous, Influential Superiors who refuse to play ball with the new Regime. The elevator stops and slides open.

  The plague doctors' wheel Nefarious out and Andrew follows close to the side of the moving gurney, his steel cane resonates throughout the filthy, dome-shaped, bricked prison, CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! walking past many rows of rooms that are modified prison cells. Each room is completely transparent and sealed off with a clipboard on the outside. Each clipboard has a name, along with a photo, the ability level, affiliation and background of the Superior enclosed within its walls. The housing quarters in the sublevel of the basement are nothing more than small dank, poorly lit rooms built by none other than Ronnie Silent Room. The rooms, in general, are built to be uncomfortable in every way possible. Nefarious lays chained to the gurney and has no doubt that he will live to see his plans through to the end.

  “Whatever it is that you’re scheming to do, unless you kill me now, I only see this ending one way. With your broken corpse dangling at my feet.” The Mad Doctor grins widely.

  “We will see, Nefarious. We shall see. I have very special plans for you. You took from me so now I’ll take everything from you.” The Mad Doctor steps aside, letting the physician's wheel Nefarious down the long corridor. Nefarious looks around at the various cells and isn’t the least bit surprised by the size of the compact rooms, with no beds, no toilets, just a hole in the floor for their business, and weirdly there are gigantic speakers anchored to the four corners of the rooms. Nefarious is not surprised by the condition some of the prisoners of war are in, by the smell of body odor and fecal matter, you could tell they are not bathed regularly. Nefarious pays well attention, for he knows this area of the prison, in particular, incarcerates some of the world’s most influential and unique Superiors. He begins to silently take note of the ones whose powers he’s most interested in reaping. He calculates his course of action and what he will do once he is free. Nefarious’ focus is broken when No.1 of the Sicherheitspolizei pops up out of nowhere and briskly strides beside the moving gurney.

  “You look different in person, not as fearsome when you’re chained to a bed. Where is your almighty power now?” Nefarious ignores the stupid retort. Looking forward, he knows this is the place where Killian died, he can still feel the presence of his fading energy. Quickly, Andrew approaches and stands beside No.1 and his team of psychopaths.

  “Congratulations, Star Bringer, you’re in F-4. This is where the real fun begins.” The physicians waste no haste, and push Nefarious into his room, then line the gurney up with notches in the floor and secure the wheels in place. Once finished, the Plague Doctors give a nod, leave, then lock the door behind themselves on the way out. The Mad Doctor stares at No.1 and speaks.

  “Welcome to your humble abode, Nefarious. You may have noticed that there are speakers braced to this cell, I thought you might enjoy a little music while you stayed at Hotel Slow Death with us. After all, you are quite literally the most famous among us all. Nothing but star treatment for you, Warstar.” Andrew looks to No.1. “Do it. Make it exceedingly painful. He can take it.” No.1 walks forward, removing his white sweaty glove. The Mad Doctor is antsy as he waits for his fill of heinous torture. “Now, Mr. Warstar, I should warn you, this isn’t going to be pleasant, this is going to be bad, really really bad.” No.1 stiffens his open hand which crackles like static, and jams his palm onto Nefarious’ chest. Nefarious jolts forward, straining against the Sinatonium shackles and convulses so hard he can’t breathe. No.1 smiles beneath the mask. His red poison infiltrates Nefarious’ veins, turning them purple, the Strychnine coursing through his body is an altered mega dose that causes instantaneous, devastating sickness. Andrew laughs wildly, “HAHAHAH! Cue the music!” The sound of horrid death metal begins blaring from psionic speakers. WAHH! ALL YOU NEED IS A LITTE HATE! A LITTLE PAIN! A LITTLE NOVACAINE! AND YOU’LL BE OKAY! WAR! WAR!! WAR!!! He begins raving and prancing about with his cane, shaking his butt, he repeatedly punches upward to the air. “Are you seeing this, mother, father! This is for you, and all your glory! We are all fucking psychos down here! Kick it up a notch No.1!” No.1 leans into Nefarious’ ear so as to speak through the blaring music, his lips so close to the canal that Nefarious can feel the dampening warmth of his breath.

  “Mr. Black, what you’re feeling is the effects of my specialty poison, on top of which, all your red blood cells are being depleted of their oxygen, the pain and damage from this method of torture will make any hopes of recovery irreparable.” Nefarious has a feeling No.1 is just getting started and is only showing a small portion of his power. Nefarious strains against his Sinatonium shackles, refusing to scream no matter how intense the pain gets. ‘I’m not going to give these fools the satisfaction.’ No.1 stops momentarily and looks back at the Mad Doctor who looks more than thrilled. The Mad Doctor nods in approval and hobbles to No.1, then talks above room level.

  “Good, if he’s resisting, take things further. I came to see a show, goddamnit!” No.1 stares and is unsure of whether Andrew is being earnest.

  “You sure? You want him alive, right?” The Mad Doctor’s eye gyrates from irritation.

  “Just do it!” No.1 nods and stiffens his crackling hand, before placing it on Nefarious’ chest. Nefarious’ skin bubbles and boils, his blood fighting to tear its way through his veins. Searing pain loots his ability to perceive anything taking place around him. Nefarious thrashes wildly and dark sweat soaks his entire body. Nefarious can never remember feeling something so physically painful in all the years of his existence. Nefarious closes his eyes, tunes out the terrible death metal, then imagines his father laying on the same exact gurney, in the same exact room. What would Killian the Wise have done? Nefarious retraces back to days of his youth, when he and his dad would sit on the roof of an old red farmhouse; they would sometimes say nothing at all because they hadn’t needed to. Both of them together would bond in silence, and just stare at the stars.

  “Son, what would you do one day, if all the stars really fell from the sky back to earth?” Nefarious looked at his dad with excitement.

  “Dad, that would be so awesome, the stars are my friends!” Killian stared at his son with adoration, somewhere in between about the way he perceived the world, for he loved his son with all his heart, his innocent naive nature, the ability he had to see the beauty in everything. But he feared one day life would hit him hard and knock him flat on his face. When that day came, it would indeed be the end of his dear boy. Nefarious stopped smiling, sensing something was amiss. Killian cleared his throat and began speaking.

  “Son, if ever the stars fall back to earth one day, I hope you’re going to be stronger than your mother and I. Your mother speaks the truth about the stars being devils. They’re worse, son. The stars are pretty now, but they are a special kind of evil. If they fall from the sky, then the man known as HIM would have won and there’s nothing anyone could do to save humanity. I hope one day you right the wrongs of our people’s history. I love you.”

  The painful but brief memory allows Nefarious to absorb energy that lingers about in the small room. Coming to
the truth that everything he loves is now gone, Nefarious opens both eyes and the Sun of Vergina that had been extinguished for days roars back to life. The entire fortress shakes and the shackles cuffed to Nefarious’ wrist begin straining to the point of fracture. The blowback of uplifting pressure in the room is something no one expected. The Mad Doctor begins to feel his feet hover off the floor; he looks to No.1 and freaks out.

  “No.1, do something! My life is at stake!” No.1 pushes forward through the whirring force, protecting Nefarious, finally he wraps both hands around his head. The blood behind Nefarious’ eyes bubbles and sizzles like cooked meat. Nefarious struggles, squirms, and kicks, but the power only seems to increase with the more pain No.1 exposes him to. The gale energy emanating from Nefarious lifts No.1 from the ground, and he would have been thrashed around the room had he not clung onto Nefarious’ skull for dear life. The concrete panels in the room begin to crack, as large lacerations appear on the walls around them. The speakers blaring death metal short out, then explode into pieces. The Mad Doctor lifts his cane and heaves it forward, cracking Nefarious across the skull. Nefarious’ head lolls back unconscious. Everything in the room seems to settle, the Mad Doctor’s feet touch the ground. Fixing his dirty suit, he tries to hide his disbelief at the wad of power Nefarious was able to wield in his current state. The Mad Doctor sits in still silence, shaken to the core.

  No.1 breathes heavy, from the quantity of Superior-Ability he had to use and talks through his teeth. “Sir, if you don't mind me asking, what the fuck was that? In all my years I have never seen anything close to it. I thought this room was indestructible.” The Mad Doctor snaps back from his brief thought bubble.

  “It’s Killian’s essence, somehow after all these decades his power still permeates the air. Think, you buffoon, what was Killian’s Superior-Ability?” No.1 stands for a moment, thinking hard, before the thought hits him like a sucker punch.