Thursday, January 7, 2010
Tuesday, September 11, 2001
My Short Story
Wolfgang Wasley
It was a dreadful stormy night, when it happened. The Military plane going back to our base in Germany had crashed, and the pilot/commanding officer died. So I was left with just my two squad-mates, our weaponry, ammunition, and the strange crates of Ununpentium (Element 115) we were supposed to bring in from America. We landed near Zwickau, but at least were in our own country. “Let’s set up camp right here, it’s late and we have no transportation”, I suggested to my squad-mates.
“Sure,” said Deutsche, the stealth and espionage expert of the squad. “We should be safe. It’s our country, just post up some swastika flags and no one will attack us.”
“Sounds good to me.” Said Damian, a Canadian who immigrated to Germany 12 years before this war started. He is the medic and engineer of our squad. “I’ll start putting up the flags.”
As for me, I am the Interrogations and heavy weaponry expert. I never really thought serving in this war was a good thing to do, or the right thing to do, it’s just that there is no other ways for me to provide money for my family. So I joined the German army, and quickly got a high rank.
“let’s get to bed now. If we have any problems, just wake each other up.” Said Deutsche, who sounded as if he is taking the role as squad leader for now.
I woke to the sound of hounds barking and screaming like banshees. My squad is already awake, their eyes filled with excitement and fear. Deutsche just looked as calm as a small pond, as if he had some sort of a plan. Damian noticed this, so he asked “What are ya thinking, Deutsche?”
“This is defiantly our own men” said Deutsche.
“How can you be so sure” asked Damian.
“The Dogs. If it was an invading army, why would they give away their position by having that many dogs?” Said Deutsche, then a grin soon popped up on his face. Whenever he smiled, it really shows off this one scar he has from the left corner of his mouth down to his jaw.
“Haha, that’s an obvious one Damian!” I said. But to be honest, I didn’t even know that before Deutsche told us. I just like to play it cool I guess.
“Well I barely got any sleep! I can’t think straight now!” said Damian, looking very annoyed.
We all got out of our tent, with our uniforms on and our hands behind out heads, hoping that the people will see that we are on the same side.
“Well if it isn’t private Bumbleberry!” said the man who was giving orders to the other people around him. I recognized his voice; it was a voice I would never forget. The man was Colonel Rocker, my old drill sergeant. He would always say the same thing over and over to me whenever he saw me. It got really old really quick.
“You do know I’m not a private anymore, right?” I said jokingly towards him.
“This is no time for smart-alecks son. I have you at my mercy now, so don’t be a little anal leak!” Rocker exclaimed. He always had the funniest insults. But back in the Corps, if we make so much as a snicker, he would make us go through extensive endurance training.
“Sir, yes sir!” I exclaimed.
“Now listen up, we’ll be taking you back to where you came from, so I will need your full cooperation at all times. Am I understood?”
“Sir, yes sir!” all three of us shouted at the same time. Looks like we’re going home. ☺
When we got back to the base, we had to pay a visit to the General. Now, General Mills was the hardest person to give bad news to I have ever met. So if you ever had to see him, and you were the bearer of bad news, god help you. If he even suspects you of being the cause of whatever went wrong, he might just have head. Literally, he will have you decapitated. So he is really not a man to mess with, which also makes him the perfect General.
“Well. well, well. Look who we have here. Three Corporals who got in a little plane crash.” Explain yourselves, soldiers!” he said, ferociously.
“Sir, in our defense, it was our sergeant who crashed the plane, sir.” I said, meekly.
“Oh, so suddenly that makes everything okay? Of course not! And what happened to the 115 you collected?” Asked Mills, very loudly I might add.
“When the plane crashed, the crate was opened up and it was all demented, so we just left it.” I replied, again feeling like an idiot. Mills looked really furious now.
“So one of my pilots is dead, my 115 wasn’t delivered, and my wife has food poisoning. Thanks for nothing you three! Now go to the barracks, you all will be staying with the recruits in the Omega dorms for the week while you get ready to be shipped back to America for more 115” I never really understood what element 115 was, or why it was important, but I never dared to ask.
The next week was undoubtedly the strangest week of my life. On the first day, we heard the horns call for the recruits to get up and do their early morning runs, but me and my quad slept in because we didn’t have to do anything the recruits had to do. I had a dream that night, and as usual, it was a horrifying one. I was a in tore up, beaten clothing, with chains pierced all over my body. But I wasn’t locked to anything, the chains all over me didn’t lock onto anything else. It looked as if I was in some sort of prison system, all around me were some sort of zombies, some hostile and some neutral. None were friendly. I saw what appeared to be some sort of aliens beating these zombies to death, and even though they were ugly creatures, I felt bad for the zombie guys. What did they do to deserve this cruel treatment? I looked around myself, and I noticed that one of the aliens was coming towards me. I look down, and I see that I am also one of the zombies.
That’s when I woke, trying to scream, but I was out of breath and gasping for air. It was daylight, but I wasn’t in my bed anymore. I had shackles around my ankles, and I right away knew what was happening. I was in the back of a vehicle. I heard rumors about stuff like this before but I never believed it to be true…. I remember is boot camp when a private got in a huge argument with the drill sergeant. The next day he wasn’t there. Rumors quickly spread that they had him sent to prison, or executed. Is that what is happening to me now? Oh god I hope not. Where are my squad-mates? Why is this happening to me? What did I do wrong? I put my right hand onto my left arm, and immediately felt shooting pain. I look up my sleeve and see a small incision. Did I get a shot? What did they inject me with? Oh god, I’m feeling drowsy again… I might…. Pass out…
Again, I awoke in a freight, gasping for a breath, but I couldn’t remember any bad dreams I have had. I was very awake. I looked around. I’m on a bed, there’s a dresser and a closet, but this room is really uncomfortable small. It’s still daylight, so I jump out of bed and head to the nearest door. I slowly try to open it, just to find out it’s locked. What’s going on here? I go back to the bed, and take a seat on it. Looks like I’m just going to have to sit here for a while.
Just a few minutes later, I hear a noise outside of the locked door, and two people walk in. they are both tall, clean shaven men who appear as if they were either really stressed or really tired.
“Hello, Mr. Bumbleberry,” Said the first man, in a deep gruff voice. “I am John and this is Zach, we are your parents. In this facility, every patient is assigned two workers to look after you, and record any improvement or deconstructive behavior. Are you following along so far?”
“Why am I here? What is this place? What do you what from me?” I quickly asked, and I very much expected answers.
“You are here because you have the skills to do exactly what we need, and you will do whatever we ask, or there will be severe consequences. This is the Pennsylvania Institution for thqa1e mentally confused. An insane asylum, if you prefer. And all we want from you will soon be revealed, just remain patient for now.”
“Pennsylvania? So, I’m in America? This is a huge mistake, I’m a German, I’m a Nazi for crying out loud! If anything I thought you Americans would kill me.”
“No, we have other plans for you. Here, Take this,” he said as he handed me a blanket. It obviously had something in it, so I opened it up and found a gun. “you’ll need this later on.. but for now you can use it to protect yourself.”
“Protect myself from what?”
“oh, nothing. Nothing” the way he said it sounded like he wasn’t telling me something, “You will know when to use it when the time comes. We will be leaving now, if you need anything, there is a hidden buzzer under the floor in your closet. Use it if you need us.” He said, as he was walking with the other man out of the room. I looked outside, and it was just sunset. I then went to bed, I had a feeling that tomorrow was going to be a big day for me.
I had the same dream again that night, except it involved way more brutality. Like last time, I woke up trying to scream, but I didn’t have any breath. At least I knew where I was when I woke up this time. I walked around the room, and decided to take a look at the secret buzzer in my closet. So I go into my closet, and look around for a fake floor. Jeez, this is really hard to find! If there was actually an emergency, how in the world would they expect me to find it if I haven’t seen it ever before? Seriously! Wait, I see a crack! Is this it? Yes! It’s about time!
I open up the fake floor, and I actually fine 3 buttons. One is clear, and below it reads “Casual”. One is red and below it reads “Emergency”. The third and last one is black, and reads “Voice”. I think the third one is also for emergencies. I hear something outside my room, and my door opens. I quickly try to reassemble the floor, and cover up the secret buttons, but to my own bad luck I didn’t get it on before whoever opened the door walked in and saw me. So I quickly turned around and went charging for whoever it was. While I was running, I saw that it was only my assigned parents, so I tried to slow down a little bit, but was unable to come to a complete stop. The one I was closest to, Zach, ducked down and picked me up my waist, then threw me onto my bed.
“Oh god I’m so sorry, I thought you were just some random guy” I said quickly, hoping they don’t think that I am actually crazy
“I figured that was the case” Said Zach, in his calm, soothing voice. For some reason, his voice somehow sounded familiar, but I couldn’t remember form where.
I then got a huge headache, out of nowhere. “Are you okay?” asked John, who sounded really alarmed. I stumbled down to the floor. My head felt like it was going to explode, and my vision was bright and blurry. The two men are moving over me now, am I hallucinating?
“Dr. B? are you feeling ill?” asked the one on the right, in a soothing voice. Why is he calling me a doctor? I’m not a doctor, but the way he said it sounded so very familiar, like I heard it a thousand times.
“It’s not working,” he spoke out again. “Do it.” The other man walks up to me, gets a pistol out from his jacket, and pulls the trigger.
Once again, I find myself waking in the institution room with a panic. But once I look around, I realize I’m not in the institution room any more. I’m in an office, with papers all around. I’m in a business suit, with a nice tie on. I look on the end of the desk I was sleeping on, and I notice a name plate with MY name of it.
What’s going on here? Do I work here? Oh wait… I remember some things… I do work here. Oh my god, being here has really messed with my head… wait, what’s this? On my forehead, it’s a scar... it’s new. I can even feel stitches… does that mean that someone messed with my head? Did they somehow import these memories to me? Because I can’t remember everything right now. Oh, what’s this on my desk? ….it’s a gun… the one John gave me. He said ill know what to do with it when the time comes…. I think I know what he meant. I have to do it now…..
It was a dreadful stormy night, when it happened. The Military plane going back to our base in Germany had crashed, and the pilot/commanding officer died. So I was left with just my two squad-mates, our weaponry, ammunition, and the strange crates of Ununpentium (Element 115) we were supposed to bring in from America. We landed near Zwickau, but at least were in our own country. “Let’s set up camp right here, it’s late and we have no transportation”, I suggested to my squad-mates.
“Sure,” said Deutsche, the stealth and espionage expert of the squad. “We should be safe. It’s our country, just post up some swastika flags and no one will attack us.”
“Sounds good to me.” Said Damian, a Canadian who immigrated to Germany 12 years before this war started. He is the medic and engineer of our squad. “I’ll start putting up the flags.”
As for me, I am the Interrogations and heavy weaponry expert. I never really thought serving in this war was a good thing to do, or the right thing to do, it’s just that there is no other ways for me to provide money for my family. So I joined the German army, and quickly got a high rank.
“let’s get to bed now. If we have any problems, just wake each other up.” Said Deutsche, who sounded as if he is taking the role as squad leader for now.
I woke to the sound of hounds barking and screaming like banshees. My squad is already awake, their eyes filled with excitement and fear. Deutsche just looked as calm as a small pond, as if he had some sort of a plan. Damian noticed this, so he asked “What are ya thinking, Deutsche?”
“This is defiantly our own men” said Deutsche.
“How can you be so sure” asked Damian.
“The Dogs. If it was an invading army, why would they give away their position by having that many dogs?” Said Deutsche, then a grin soon popped up on his face. Whenever he smiled, it really shows off this one scar he has from the left corner of his mouth down to his jaw.
“Haha, that’s an obvious one Damian!” I said. But to be honest, I didn’t even know that before Deutsche told us. I just like to play it cool I guess.
“Well I barely got any sleep! I can’t think straight now!” said Damian, looking very annoyed.
We all got out of our tent, with our uniforms on and our hands behind out heads, hoping that the people will see that we are on the same side.
“Well if it isn’t private Bumbleberry!” said the man who was giving orders to the other people around him. I recognized his voice; it was a voice I would never forget. The man was Colonel Rocker, my old drill sergeant. He would always say the same thing over and over to me whenever he saw me. It got really old really quick.
“You do know I’m not a private anymore, right?” I said jokingly towards him.
“This is no time for smart-alecks son. I have you at my mercy now, so don’t be a little anal leak!” Rocker exclaimed. He always had the funniest insults. But back in the Corps, if we make so much as a snicker, he would make us go through extensive endurance training.
“Sir, yes sir!” I exclaimed.
“Now listen up, we’ll be taking you back to where you came from, so I will need your full cooperation at all times. Am I understood?”
“Sir, yes sir!” all three of us shouted at the same time. Looks like we’re going home. ☺
When we got back to the base, we had to pay a visit to the General. Now, General Mills was the hardest person to give bad news to I have ever met. So if you ever had to see him, and you were the bearer of bad news, god help you. If he even suspects you of being the cause of whatever went wrong, he might just have head. Literally, he will have you decapitated. So he is really not a man to mess with, which also makes him the perfect General.
“Well. well, well. Look who we have here. Three Corporals who got in a little plane crash.” Explain yourselves, soldiers!” he said, ferociously.
“Sir, in our defense, it was our sergeant who crashed the plane, sir.” I said, meekly.
“Oh, so suddenly that makes everything okay? Of course not! And what happened to the 115 you collected?” Asked Mills, very loudly I might add.
“When the plane crashed, the crate was opened up and it was all demented, so we just left it.” I replied, again feeling like an idiot. Mills looked really furious now.
“So one of my pilots is dead, my 115 wasn’t delivered, and my wife has food poisoning. Thanks for nothing you three! Now go to the barracks, you all will be staying with the recruits in the Omega dorms for the week while you get ready to be shipped back to America for more 115” I never really understood what element 115 was, or why it was important, but I never dared to ask.
The next week was undoubtedly the strangest week of my life. On the first day, we heard the horns call for the recruits to get up and do their early morning runs, but me and my quad slept in because we didn’t have to do anything the recruits had to do. I had a dream that night, and as usual, it was a horrifying one. I was a in tore up, beaten clothing, with chains pierced all over my body. But I wasn’t locked to anything, the chains all over me didn’t lock onto anything else. It looked as if I was in some sort of prison system, all around me were some sort of zombies, some hostile and some neutral. None were friendly. I saw what appeared to be some sort of aliens beating these zombies to death, and even though they were ugly creatures, I felt bad for the zombie guys. What did they do to deserve this cruel treatment? I looked around myself, and I noticed that one of the aliens was coming towards me. I look down, and I see that I am also one of the zombies.
That’s when I woke, trying to scream, but I was out of breath and gasping for air. It was daylight, but I wasn’t in my bed anymore. I had shackles around my ankles, and I right away knew what was happening. I was in the back of a vehicle. I heard rumors about stuff like this before but I never believed it to be true…. I remember is boot camp when a private got in a huge argument with the drill sergeant. The next day he wasn’t there. Rumors quickly spread that they had him sent to prison, or executed. Is that what is happening to me now? Oh god I hope not. Where are my squad-mates? Why is this happening to me? What did I do wrong? I put my right hand onto my left arm, and immediately felt shooting pain. I look up my sleeve and see a small incision. Did I get a shot? What did they inject me with? Oh god, I’m feeling drowsy again… I might…. Pass out…
Again, I awoke in a freight, gasping for a breath, but I couldn’t remember any bad dreams I have had. I was very awake. I looked around. I’m on a bed, there’s a dresser and a closet, but this room is really uncomfortable small. It’s still daylight, so I jump out of bed and head to the nearest door. I slowly try to open it, just to find out it’s locked. What’s going on here? I go back to the bed, and take a seat on it. Looks like I’m just going to have to sit here for a while.
Just a few minutes later, I hear a noise outside of the locked door, and two people walk in. they are both tall, clean shaven men who appear as if they were either really stressed or really tired.
“Hello, Mr. Bumbleberry,” Said the first man, in a deep gruff voice. “I am John and this is Zach, we are your parents. In this facility, every patient is assigned two workers to look after you, and record any improvement or deconstructive behavior. Are you following along so far?”
“Why am I here? What is this place? What do you what from me?” I quickly asked, and I very much expected answers.
“You are here because you have the skills to do exactly what we need, and you will do whatever we ask, or there will be severe consequences. This is the Pennsylvania Institution for thqa1e mentally confused. An insane asylum, if you prefer. And all we want from you will soon be revealed, just remain patient for now.”
“Pennsylvania? So, I’m in America? This is a huge mistake, I’m a German, I’m a Nazi for crying out loud! If anything I thought you Americans would kill me.”
“No, we have other plans for you. Here, Take this,” he said as he handed me a blanket. It obviously had something in it, so I opened it up and found a gun. “you’ll need this later on.. but for now you can use it to protect yourself.”
“Protect myself from what?”
“oh, nothing. Nothing” the way he said it sounded like he wasn’t telling me something, “You will know when to use it when the time comes. We will be leaving now, if you need anything, there is a hidden buzzer under the floor in your closet. Use it if you need us.” He said, as he was walking with the other man out of the room. I looked outside, and it was just sunset. I then went to bed, I had a feeling that tomorrow was going to be a big day for me.
I had the same dream again that night, except it involved way more brutality. Like last time, I woke up trying to scream, but I didn’t have any breath. At least I knew where I was when I woke up this time. I walked around the room, and decided to take a look at the secret buzzer in my closet. So I go into my closet, and look around for a fake floor. Jeez, this is really hard to find! If there was actually an emergency, how in the world would they expect me to find it if I haven’t seen it ever before? Seriously! Wait, I see a crack! Is this it? Yes! It’s about time!
I open up the fake floor, and I actually fine 3 buttons. One is clear, and below it reads “Casual”. One is red and below it reads “Emergency”. The third and last one is black, and reads “Voice”. I think the third one is also for emergencies. I hear something outside my room, and my door opens. I quickly try to reassemble the floor, and cover up the secret buttons, but to my own bad luck I didn’t get it on before whoever opened the door walked in and saw me. So I quickly turned around and went charging for whoever it was. While I was running, I saw that it was only my assigned parents, so I tried to slow down a little bit, but was unable to come to a complete stop. The one I was closest to, Zach, ducked down and picked me up my waist, then threw me onto my bed.
“Oh god I’m so sorry, I thought you were just some random guy” I said quickly, hoping they don’t think that I am actually crazy
“I figured that was the case” Said Zach, in his calm, soothing voice. For some reason, his voice somehow sounded familiar, but I couldn’t remember form where.
I then got a huge headache, out of nowhere. “Are you okay?” asked John, who sounded really alarmed. I stumbled down to the floor. My head felt like it was going to explode, and my vision was bright and blurry. The two men are moving over me now, am I hallucinating?
“Dr. B? are you feeling ill?” asked the one on the right, in a soothing voice. Why is he calling me a doctor? I’m not a doctor, but the way he said it sounded so very familiar, like I heard it a thousand times.
“It’s not working,” he spoke out again. “Do it.” The other man walks up to me, gets a pistol out from his jacket, and pulls the trigger.
Once again, I find myself waking in the institution room with a panic. But once I look around, I realize I’m not in the institution room any more. I’m in an office, with papers all around. I’m in a business suit, with a nice tie on. I look on the end of the desk I was sleeping on, and I notice a name plate with MY name of it.
What’s going on here? Do I work here? Oh wait… I remember some things… I do work here. Oh my god, being here has really messed with my head… wait, what’s this? On my forehead, it’s a scar... it’s new. I can even feel stitches… does that mean that someone messed with my head? Did they somehow import these memories to me? Because I can’t remember everything right now. Oh, what’s this on my desk? ….it’s a gun… the one John gave me. He said ill know what to do with it when the time comes…. I think I know what he meant. I have to do it now…..
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