So, here's my first rewritten Ben Chatham story, "Nemesis". This story was the best one Sparacus had written, but the biggest problem is that fact that he overloaded the story with unneeded things that don't make sense.
Why were the Nazi's making robot clones of themselves? What was the point of the aliens, who came to Earth, fought a bit and left, doing nothing?
Anyway, this story was so close to resembling a good piece of fiction, I rewrote it into four 3-5 page parts, all of which were posted weekly (give or take a couple of weeks) on the Doctor Who Forum. Now here's these four parts together for the first time.
Enjoy:
NEMESIS
Part OneBen tapped out “Yankee Doodle Dandy” on his legs for the umpteenth time, trying to tap out the boredom of being cramped in the tiny chair of a bus. He was sweaty, tired and everyone else in the bus wouldn't shut up in order to let him think. Beside him, Katie was scribbling on a piece of paper, crossing out bits and replacing them with bobs, before crossing out the Bobs again. Keen to concentrate on something over than the bus, Ben leaned over to have to look at Katie's piece of paper, before asking-
“Do we really need a plan of things to do while in Cambridge?!”
“Of course we do. You might want to go to the college and do your lecture thingie, but it's my first visit to Cambridge and I want to go to town. You know; see the sites, eat the food, live the life. I don't want to spend a hour in a dark room full of nerds, then piss off back home. Alright?”
Sighing, Ben muttered an “Alright” while asking himself why he put up with Katie most of the time, before adding “What sights? We're going to Cambridge!”
“Sights equals Shopping” stated Katie with a deeply smug grin. “You never know, we might get to watch a boat race...”
Suddenly the bus stopped; it was Ben's stop. Finally Ben got out of that ridiculous bus, before getting pulled into the nearest shopping centre by Katie.
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After a hour of shopping and around £100 later, Ben and Katie were finally within the ground of “Cambridge University”, Chatham's old school and the site of his lecture. Walking through the lavishly decorated corridors, you could almost smell the refined nature of the building. Everything was so upper class, from the old fashioned windows to the students, who'd pass by holding their weight in textbooks.
Of course, Katie wouldn't stop moaning about the fact that it was all overly rich and, in most cases, looked crap, to Ben this was paradise. A world away from the dark streets he had got accustomed to over the years, this was a different world to the rest of Britain. No monsters, no evil scienctists, no chavs...
“Ben! What the hell are you doing to here?!” called out Kyle for the end of the corridor, before making his way to Ben. “How ya doing, man? High Five!”
Ben attempted to high five (and failed) and a familiar shout cam from behind Ben. Of course, it was Katie...
“Who the bloody hell's 'Bling-Boy' here?!”
Kyle muttered “Bling-Boy?”, but was interrupted by Ben, saying “Katie, this is Kyle. Kyle, Katie.”
“Oh, so is Katie your wife or somethin'?”
“I wish, I'm afraid Ben's gay, aren't you Ben?”
“No way, Ben. You're gay?! LOL!”
“Oh dear God, he's one of those who say LOL as a real word...”
“Ah, stuff you bitch. Ben, what you doing here?!”
Ben finally got a chance to speak in this conservation between Katie and the one person Ben had hoped Katie wouldn't meet.
“Oh, I'm here to do a lecture.”
“No chiz...”
“Chiz?” questioned Kaite, unsure whether it was a real word or not.
“What are you doing here Kyle?” asked Ben, quite desperate not to let Katie go into a rant again.
“I'm part of a school party, but it was boring. So I ran off and here I am!”
“Yay, yet another defunct kid who's going to fail school and work in the local chippy.” slided in Katie, in the best sarcastic voice she could manage.
“Ben!” cried out another voice. A quick look down the corridor revealed a old man with greying hair, who was now shifting his hefty lump of a body up the corridor, arms outstretched to meet Ben with a friendly hug.
“Oh dear god...” muttered Ben. “Mr Hoffman.”
Finally, Hoffman's friendly hug had made its way to Ben. Ben weakly gave a hug back to his old History teacher, while Kyle slipped a remark about Ben and Hoffman hugging to Katie, who scolded “Bling-Boy” for being so insensitive before chuckling to herself.
“So, Ben,” said an excited, if out of breath, Hoffman. “Do you want to go into my study for a cup of tea? How about some biscuits?”
Before Ben could say no, Hoffman started to drag Ben down the corridor, talking about an event 10 yars ago that he expected Ben to remember. Ben looked back at his friends with his best “Get-me-out-of-this” face, but Kyle and Katie replied by giggling to themselves and letting Ben be dragged in Hoffman's study.
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An hour had passed, Ben was still nowhere to be seen and there was a 15 minutes to go before Ben's big lecture. Kyle and Katie had run out of insults for each other, and were now waddling around the corridor nearest the Lecture stage in silence. Kyle was bored out of his brain, and checked the time. Crap! Kyle was supposed to be leaving with his school right now! His trip had ended now, he should be on the coach back to London!
In a panic, Kyle rushed a mumbled “good-bye” to Katie and ran off towards the coach, knocking over a statue in his wake. Stopping to glance at the statue, Kyle then saw something else that hadn't been there before. The statue had previously been on a stand. But the statue had been covering something; a big red button. When ever Kyle sees a big, red button which must never, EVER be pressed, he just had to press it.
A large section of a nearby wall opened up, revealing a hidden room. A green light emitted from this room, and music could be heard. Coming closer, both Kyle and Katie gasped at the room that was now shown to them. It was full of computers, computer screens and wires. The green lights were causing by the unnatural screen savers on the monitors, all of with contained a blobby background covered with German text. Closer inspection reveals the music was coming from an old fashioned gramophone, which was playing a record.
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Ben was still in Hoffman's study, having forced himself to eat a packet of biscuits and down at least seven cups of tea. The chat had been going on for an hour now, which was mostly made up of Hoffman talking about nothing and checking the time on an old clock which hung from the wall.
Hoffman's study was an extremely untidy place, with numerous text books and magazines thrown around the room. There was books on tables and chairs, and many piles were sprouting from the floor. Lying on a table next to Ben lay two books which, out of desperation for something to do other than listen to Hoffman, Ben picked up and started to read.
“Interesting range of books you read, Professor.” stated Ben, staring at the two books covers. “'Hitler – The Third Reich' and 'Advanced Biology Version 3.4'?”
With a smile, Hoffman said “See, I'm not just an old History teacher. I have a giant amount of knowledge in this hear noggin of mine. More knowledge than you could ever believe...”
Ben laughed fakely before checking the old clock on the wall.
“*****, I'm late for my lecture!” exclaimed Ben, leaping out of his seat and running towards the door that lead to the corridor.
“Lecture? There is no lecture today.” stated Hoffman, with a smile.
“What do you mean no lecture? I had a letter, telling me I had a lecture, today in about five minuets.”
“Oh, that must be the one that I sent.” said Hoffman darkly, finishing this statement with an even darker chuckle.
Ben, rather unnerved, backed his way to the door, but was blocked by a large blond man, with blue eyes and a brilliant stature. He wore an army uniform, with a sash proudly displaying a swastika. The Nazi who was standing before Ben was also carrying a rifle, which the German held up high, before bringing the butt down sharply on Ben's head.
Unconscious, Ben fell onto the floor. Hoffman got out of the chair he was sitting in and grabbed Ben's head, checking the area for his forehead which the gun had collided with.
Looking up at the guard with a venomous look, Hoffman said with a sharp, angry tongue “Sie dummer Idiot! Wir benötigen seinen Kopf in gutem Zustand! Sie kennen unsere Pläne!”
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In the strange computer room, Kyle was furiously tapping on a computer keyboard with was connected to one of the computers. After surfing through certain files, which were a mixture of articles about Hitler and certain surgery articles, Kyle had finally found a letter addressed to Ben, telling him that he was due for a lecture.
“Katie, have a look at this. The letter to Ben was faked. Katie? Katie?”
Turning from his computer screen, Kyle saw Katie's still body on the floor, a fresh pool of blood surrounding her head. Standing over Katie, holding a rifle covered in Katie's blood, stood a large, blond figure. A swastika was proudly displayed on the Nazi uniforms shoulder, and this was the last thing Kyle saw when he was hit over the head savagely by the Nazi, his blood soon joining Katie's on the floor.
NEMESIS
Part TwoIt was small and incredibly cramped laboratory, filled with scientific equipment and other junk, most of which was rusty and dirty. In the middle of the room was a large metal table, and above that was a giant laser-like device. In the the corner of the room was a pile of what looked like rotting meat.
This was all that Ben could see. After Ben had been knocked out by Hoffman and his guard, Ben (along with Kyle and Katie) was stuffed into a truck and drove to an anonymous location. Once there, Ben had been tied to the metal table, his limbs and his neck restrained by metal straps. A claw-like device held the back of his head, making it incredibly difficult and painful to look from left to right.
Of course, it didn't help that the room was dark, the only source of light in the room being a lonely half-dead lightbulb with hung from the ceiling. A dull hum resonated throughout the cell, and green grime was crawling its way up the metal walls of the laboratory.
Straining against his restraints, Ben called out into the darkness, asking “Is anybody there?!” To his surprise, someone actually answered.
“Ben?” cried the unmistakable voice of Katie. “Ben, is that you? Where are you?”
“Strapped to a table,” replied Ben. “Where are you?”
Another voice said “WE are chained to these walls here. Chained by our neck and arms.” continued Kyle.
“Well, at least we're all alive,” sighed Ben in relief.
“Come on, it's a missed opportunity to get another chav off the streets, isn't it?” retorted Katie, as per usual.
“Listen, I might be chained to a wall, but I can still kick your as...” started up Kyle, but he was interrupted by the a strong, German-accented voice from beyond the rooms walls shouting:
“Conservation will cease!”
A door leading into the room was violently kicked open, giving way to Hoffman and three Nazi guards. Two of the guards stood in front of Katie and Kyle, making sure they didn't do anything they weren't supposed to. Kyle got in a sly comment about the guards uniforms and received a harsh kick in the ribs for it.
Hoffman was accompanied by the other German guard and began making his way towards Ben, his usual old-man grin replaced by a mad-man grin. Hoffman sat down on a stool, messing with some medical instruments that were on a nearby table. Inspecting each instrument and deciding it was good enough for use, Hoffman finally turned around on his hair, turning his attentions to Ben forehead. Holding a scalpel, Hoffman practised incisions in mid-air directly over Ben's forehead while muttering to himself. Finally, the scalpel was put down and Hoffman relaxed on his stool.
“Hello Ben, how are we doing today?” asked Hoffman.
“Well we've all got headaches, thanks to you and your- Ow!” screamed Katie as she got kicked in the stomach for talking.
“If you must know,” replied Ben over the sounds of Katie cursing, “My head hurts, my back hurts and my ankles and wrists are chaffing.”
“Excellent!” cried Hoffman, rubbing his hands together and jumping out of his chair. “Now, be very quiet. The operation is about to commence.”
“Operation? What operation?”
“The brain swap,” said Hoffman as if it was common knowledge. “You see, I'm a Nazi!”
“Yeah, no kidding!” replied Kyle, who received yet another kick in the stomach shortly afterwards.
“I'm a Nazi, but if you see any newspaper, news programme or just look out of a window, you'll see there's no Nazi world domination! And why is that?”
“'Cause you're all crackpot loonies who couldn't dominate Poland, never mind the World!”
“We did dominate Poland, you idiot! But that's not the reason. You see, the reason we're not dominating all the known world is because we have no leader!” shouted Hoffman with a furious intensity. “So, who'd be the best leader of the Nazi party? Why, Hitler would be the best option! But he's dead.” Hoffman glanced at Ben as Ben finally figured out what was going on. “The only thing would be left would be his body. Or, to be more precise, his brain.”
Moving over to the cloth that was vibrating on the table, Hoffman pulled off the cloth to reveal a brain in a jar. It was suspended in a thick, ugly green goo with wires connected to various parts. The brain vibrated rapidly as its carrying case and goo tried there best to keep him alive.
“Say hello,” said Hoffman in the voice of a mad man. “Say hello to the Brain of Hitler! Yes, the brain of Hitler which will, thanks to that laser-like device above you, will be in your perfect little head. Won't that be fun Ben, or should I call you “Hitler Chatham?”
“What is that laser-like device above me?” asked Ben, eyeing the device now with a worried gaze.
“Well a couple of years ago, this device fell down to Earth. Down to Cambridge. Straight into my houses back yard. Bringing it into my house, I soon realised it could be used a weapon of some kind, so I took it to my next Nazi meeting. After some experiments, I realised what this thing was, it's was an alien matter transporter! It can be used to get two items and swap their positions. I can use it to swap yours and Hitler's brains. The transplant will work, it's been done before. Hasn't it Boys.”
The two guards guarding Kyle and Katie muttered agreements in voices that didn't suit their bodies, the voice more seemed to suit the body of the other guard.
“And one final question,” began Ben. “What's that rotting meat thing up in the corner?”
“Why, my original plan was to put Hitler in a “Frankenstein” body, to make a body from scratch and put Hitler inside it. It works, but look at it. He's not going to get many votes with the reformed Nazi body looking like that. No, your body will be much better.”
Kyle was bored of all this chatter and was struggling to get out of his chains, but it was no use. Then Kyle saw it, the knife in his guards back pocket. Kyle formed a plan, his arms and legs could go forwards enough to do it, but would he do it quick enough?
He had to try. With one furious kick on his legs, Kyle managed to hit the guards straight on his heel, causing the guard to scream in pain and fall to the floor. As he fell, Kyle stook his arm out as far as it could go and grabbed the knife from the guards belt. With a wrist movement Kyle had perfected while saying at his Gran's house on afternoon, the knife hit Kyles right hand restraint, cutting it in two and freeing Kyles left hand.
Hoffman was paying Kyle no attention as he, muttering crazily, positioned the laser. It had two nozzles on either end of the laser, and right now one was pointed at Ben, one at Hitler's brain. Finally, Hoffman produced a remote out of his pocket and started hitting the buttons manically. He finally turned to Ben.
“Well, goodbye Ben. I'll see you when the Nazi party rule the world!” shouted Hoffman, spitting in his apparent madness.
A click of a button on the remote and the laser shot into life. A giant crystal blue beam of light shot out of both nozzles, shooting out into the distance and hitting Hitler's brain and Ben's head. All that Ben felt now was a horrifying pain. It grabs him in the neck and caused him to stop breathing, it grabs his eyes and applied so much pressure to them they should've popped out by now. His entire head seemed to be growing and shrinking at the same time and he seemed like he's expload any minuet now...
Kyle had cut himself free of his straps, knocked out the two other guards and freed Katie, all within 20 seconds. Now he ran to Ben and, pushing Hoffman onto the floor, hit the laser away from Ben, knocking over Hitler as he went. Using his knife and precise hits, Kyle managed to free Ben from his table, dragging the dazed and confused man off the table and running off with him.
Hoffman had got up and was beginning to chase Kyle, Katie and Ben in a sheer rage, but then he stopped when he heard a weird, unearthly groaning. It sound like someone screaming in a high-pitched voice underwater, and there was a slight robotic undertone to it. It could be.
Hoffman turned around to see it was. Lying on the floor was Hitler's brain, directly in the path of the laser first beam on light. In the corner lay Hoffman's home-made body, directly in the path of the second beam of light. Hitler's brain disappeared and the operation was complete. The laser suddenly shut down, leaving a broken glass case on the floor, and a mumbling body in the corner.
Slowly, with the robotic/under water voice, the creature groaned, rubbing his head. Then it utters its first words:
“Where am I?”
With those words, Hoffman knew he'd done it. He'd resurrected Hitler.
NEMESIS
Part ThreeHitler is alive, in a new body that had been made by Professor Hoffman to ensure the continuation of the beloved Nazi party. But of course, having your brain took from a jar into a new head by way of alien laser means that you get a migraine to challenge them all.
Hitler groaned, clutching his head. He managed to get up onto his feet and he began waddling around the laboratory he was in, immediately walking into a table covered with surgery equipment and knocking it down, bringing himself down with it. Hoffman rushed to his aid, but Hitler waved him off with his discoloured hand that was a couple of sizes too big for him.
Finally back onto his feet, Hitler stood still for a while before looking at Hoffman.
“I am alive, but how. How?” he asked Hoffman savagely.
“I have resurrected you, meine leader,” replied Hoffman humbly. “I have resurrected you, you live in a new body. A body I have made for you so you can live and rule over the Third Reich yet again.” Hoffman's voice had changed again from his mas scientist accent into another voice, full of love for him handiwork- I mean, his newly reborn leader.
“A new body...” said Hitler, running the possibility through his mind. “Very well, a mirror. Hand me a mirror quick!” he commanded.
Hoffman quickly ran to one of the table and produced a small mirror, giving it to Hitler who snatched it off him with a grunt. Hitler looked at his reflection in the mirror, considered it for a second, and screamed at what he saw. He backed away from the mirror, releasing it and letting it fall to the ground, the glass smashing into tiny shards.
“What's wrong?” asked Hoffman.
“You fool! I'm a freak! Look at me. Look at me! Is this the body of a world leader? Is this the body of a normal peasant, for Lords sake?”
“But sir, you're alive. We can do the operation again if so need be-”
“What, and have me suffer through this headache again? Look at me dammit, can't you see you've screwed up?!”
Now that he mentioned it, Hitler's body did look a bit worse-for-ware. His face was an ugly composite of many different faces; the chin of a woman was fastened to the lips of a broad-faced face, and one of his cheeks was a whole different colour to his nose and other cheek. His eyes didn't completely fit his eye sockets and part of his scalp was now a sickly green. And that was just his face, his body was a mishmash of other body's. The main chest and stomach had been fitted with arms that were too short, and the arms had been fitted with ill-fitting hands, one of which was losing an index finger. His legs were vastly different lengths to each other, something that Hoffman had tried to fix by glueing a wooden box to Hitler's small leg. It had seemed alright at the time.
“Sir, these are little things that can be ironed out by small scientific methods.” assured Hoffman, but Hitler wasn't having any of it.
“You couldn't iron these defects out with an iron the size of this room! You've failed, buddy.”
“Sir, I'm Hoffman, your loyal servant. And sir, you're forgetting the important thing; you have life!”
“Pah, a sponge has more life than me! You've failed Hoffman, stop making excuses for yourself. Get out of my sight.”
“But sir-”
Hoffman was caught out when Hitler stormed up to him, grabbing him by the neck with both hands and throttling the poor professor, before throwing him into another table and onto a heap on the floor.
“Get out of my sight!” ordered Hitler. “Get the hell out of here!”
Hoffman, nursing his injuries, got to his feet and quickly limped out of the room. Hitler, glad of Hoffman finally disappearing, sat on a stool (rather uncomfortably due to the overall shape of his body) and sighed.
Meanwhile, Ben, Kyle and Katie were making their great escape from wherever they were. They ran through metal-walled corridor after metal-walled corridor throughout the entire Nazi compound, but after 10 minuets and various hardly avoided scrapes with Nazi soldiers, Ben, Kyle and Katie finally found themselves in a small, concrete square, in the open air. Clouds had settled underneath the sun and everything was a menacingly dark shade of grey.
Luckily for Ben and co, the entire square was deserted. To the left, right and behind the group there were more corridors and offices were all the Nazi business was done. In front of them was a giant iron gate, obviously the entrance (and exit) to where they were. It was obvious from what everyone had seen and heard that this place was basically the new Nazi version of Coditz, a giant Nazi prison/office/training camp.
Ben, now able to walk after his painful operation, took the lead, heading steadily to the front gate – and immediately getting blocked by two Nazis, who ran up to and grabbed Ben by the collar, half-choking him. Following suite, two other Nazi guards came and took hold of Kyle and Katie and, even though Ben and co. threw and kicked and punched all they could, the guards got the three “new” prisoners to the reception, where a message was sent around about the three prisoners to very official person in the building who had any sort of power. Within five minuets, Ben Kyle and Katie had been sentenced to death, via getting shot in the head.
Hitler didn't know what to do. He was trapped in this monstrous body, cursed with the fact that his body was a horrifying mishmash which came together to make him look as awful as possible. He was the leader of the New Neo-Nazis, he was alive and breathing, but what could he do now? Hoffman had left so many gaps in his plans, it was unbelievable the man could ever be German.
Deep in worries, Hitler didn't even bat an eyelid at Hoffman who'd managed to silently enter the room. Hoffman's hair was screwed up, his eyes bloodshot and his teeth firmly gritted. There was a shocking desperation for something that was apparent in his red eyes; he had a desperate want for blood. For Hitler's blood. After everything he'd done, after all the hours he'd spent perfecting and doing his ultimate plan, all he got was an angry German telling him that he was no good before attacking him.
Enough was enough, thought Hoffman, raising his loaded pistol and aiming it straight at Hitler's head. He cocked the gun, the sound of the cocking finally awakening Hitler to Hoffman's appearance. But it was too late, the gun was fired and a bullet hit itself in Hitler's forehead.
Hitler screamed out his rage and his pain; his thickened man made skin was tough and durable. He was alive and in agony. He got up of his chair and, in pain, waddled around the room and slowly walking towards Hoffman. Raising his arms, Hoffman realised what Hitler was about to do and tried to run, but it was too late. Hitler grabbed Hoffman violently and quickly broke the poor professors neck. Hoffman's last thoughts were of the irony of his situation; the scientist was killed by his creation. It was almost a bad horror movie made real.
Meanwhile, the execution of Ben, Kyle and Katie was here. The three people had been locked in a cell for ten minuets while a shooting party was arranged. But now the time had come, Ben and co. had been marched out into the cold outdoors and stood in front of a line of Nazi soldiers, all with a loaded rifle. They were given blindfolds, par Kyle who flatly refused to wear one, and it was now the time.
A Nazi soldier, the head of the shooting party, gave out the German orders. The rifles were cocked, aimed and prepared to fire...
NEMESIS
Part FourBen, Kyle and Katie were as good as dead, they were about to be shot by a Nazi firing squad. They'd been tied up, forced to stand next to a brick wall with blindfolds on (except for Kyle who completely refused the blindfolds) as Nazi soldiers loaded, cocked and aimed their guns. The firing squad leader, a senior Nazi sergeant, looked at his soldiers with an extreme amount of pride before walking up to Ben and co.
Kyle struggled against the ropes which he'd been tied up with,,, before gazing at the smug, blond Nazi soldier coming up to them.
“Warning;” Kyle said. “Dr. Strangelove is coming.”
“Who?” asked Katie.
The question remained unanswered as the sergeant had got to the trio.
“So,” the sergeant asked. “Any last requests?”
“One,” replied Ben. “I'd like to know where we are?”
“Why, in the Nemesis Nazi training camp.”
“In England?”
“Ah, now that would be telling.”
“So basically the answer's yes. But that was a question, not a request.”
“So, what's the request?”
“Can we be set free?”
The sergeant laughed. “You'll have to do better than that. You're not going free that easily.”
“Well, yes I am. You see, Kyle doesn't come from a very refined background. After years of criminal activity, he's became rather skilled in many acts. Acts such as hiding a Swiss army knife in his pocket and using it to cut open some rather pesky ropes which have been tied around his arms while a friend keeps the man in charge busy with useless chatter. See?”
Ben took his hands from behind his back, revealing a piece of rope which had been cut in half that was lying on his wrists. Ben then proceeded to punch the Sergeant in the face. Katie and Kyle escaped their bonds and the soldiers, surprised at the turn of events, started firing. Katie dived to the floor, picked up the Sergeant and used him as a human shield, allowing the three to run off through a door into one of Nemesis' many corridors. The three finally took their long deserved rest in an empty corridor. Katie dropped the now dead body of the Sergeant which she'd been carrying all the time onto the floor, and Kyle punched Katie in the face.
Meanwhile, there was more trouble afoot. Nemesis had been built by Professor Hoffman in the hopes of resurrecting Hitler so he can lead the Fourth Reich and take over the world once more. Hitler was alive, but a freak made of mishmash of body parts and Hoffman was dead. Hoffman had tried to assassinate Hitler and had paid for it with his life. Unfortunately, a shot aimed directly at Hitler's green head had rather annoyed the former leader into action and partly into insanity.
Hitler looked down at the dead body of Hoffman. Hoffman had been stupid, a coward and social reject. Were all Nazi's like this nowadays? Was the entire Nazi race a bunch of idiotic pansies, always wanting recognition for things not worth recognising? It was a risk having these type of people as Nazis; they weren't true Nazis, they weren't the people of God the Nazi's were, they were the idiots of Satan. The risk mustn't be taken; all of them must die.
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“What the hell did you punch me for?!” moaned Katie as she wiped the blood from around her nose.
“Oh, what do you think?!” ranted Kyle. “You just murdered that German soldier, you crazy ******!”
“If it wasn't for me, we'd have been shot!”
“You hypocritical cow! It's alright for someone to die at your hands, just as long as you say alive, is it?”
“Exactly!” spat out Katie.
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Years of war, dealing with scientists and nuclear bombs, had taught Hitler enough about technology that'd he'd be able to easily rewire the computers in the lab in the correct way. A wire from there joined with a wire from there has the power to destroy a computer, or make it blow up. And that was what Hitler was doing. There were many computers in the lab, they were needed for Hoffman's blasted experiments. For once Hoffman was useful, he'd given Hitler hid plan. Hitler's plan was very simply; he'd make all the computers in the Lab blow up. There was twenty+ computers and with the amount of power in each computer that extremely big bangs were basically quarantined. Everyone will end up dead and Hitler will restart the Nazi's from scratch. This generation of whiny, needy Nazi will be gone and Hitler's own group of the perfect specimen will be dominant throughout Britain and Europe once more.
And all he had to do was fix these wires together and start the computers, then he'd have three minuets to escape. Three minuets and Nazi's will be reborn. Now all Hitler had to do was escape.
Hitler quickly headed out of the Lab's door, being immediately met by a squad of the Nazi soldiers, again with their rifles.
“What the hell's that?” asked one of the soldiers, cocking his gun in preparation.
“I am your leader,” Hitler tried to explain. “I am Hitler and you are good as dead.”
Hitler leapt towards the soldiers with a surprising amount of grace and forcefulness, which was meeting by the soldier firing at Hitler all he could. All he could see was a monster, a horrifying monster claiming to be Hitler, but he couldn't be Hitler. Hitler was dead. The soldier kept firing, his ammo soon met by the other soldier's ammo, all the group fighting the monster with the gun power they had.
The argument between Kyle and Katie had finally been broken by the close sound of rapid gunfire. Rushing to the sound, the trio found the weirdest of fights going on near the laboratory. A rotting monster fighting a group of armed Nazi soldiers, and the Nazis were losing. The monster with his thick, man-made skin resisted the bullets and lunged towards the soldiers, grabbing one and breaking the poor man's neck.
Soon, the fight was a one-sided bloodbath, but Ben wasn't interested. His attention had been drawn to the laboratory and the apparent fire inside of it. Waiting for a time when Hitler was facing in the opposite direction to Ben, Ben found that time and rushed into the laboratory, followed by Kyle and Katie.
Inside the laboratory, all hell had broke loose. The computers were destroying themselves with sparks galore. Mini explosions happened everywhere when the computers microchips finally gave up and exploded, and all this had culminated in a giant fire sweeping through the entire laboratory. The heat was immense, but it could get a lot worse. Ben knew this and ran to the computers, ripping off various sections of the computers case and having a look at the circuitry.
“Hey, Katie. There's a fight going on up there! Maybe you can get one of the soldiers to protect you from the fire down here. Better he burn to death than you!” mocked Kyle.
“Well, I think you should get a soldier to protect you from my fist!”
Another punch to the face and a proper fistfight started, the two “friends” clawing and attacking each other with fists and feet. They fought their way through the fire and onto the operating table, continuing to fight on top of the table.
Ben was too busy with the computers, until he finally realised what the monster had done.
“He's overloading the computers; they're going to build up with energy and explode. I need to cut off the power: No power means no explosion. They all seem to be connected and plugged into the same socket, and that socket is there!”
Ben dived for the socket, about to wench the computers plugs free, when he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He was grabbed by the neck and lifted up to off his feet to come face to face with an angry Hitler.
“I fight off a stupid bunch of Nazi rebels who want to kill me, when I hear something down here. And then I see you, about to cut the power from the computers. Well you're too late, we've got 30 seconds and the entire place goes sky high! But don't worry, death's not that bad. Trust me, I've lived through it once.” gloated Hitler as he effortlessly tightened his grip around Ben's fragile neck.
Katie and Kyle were still on the table, though Kyle was winning. He delivered an uppercut to Katie's chin, knocking her off the table and into the raging inferno below. Kyle jumped off the table, ready to deliver the final blow, when he hit his head on the alien brain swapping device. The device dislodged, fell to the floor and fired, hitting Hitler directly in the head.
The headache had returned as Hitler let go of Ben, Hitler's brain slowly being transported out of his own head. Finally, Hitler's body stopped at all, falling to the ground onto the fire and being roasted alive. Hitler's brain hit the floor and suffered the same fate.
Ben couldn't breath, he was still hot and the soot being produced by the fire stung his eyes, but he had to do it. Ten seconds to go and Ben dived onto the floor, grasping the computer plugs and pulling them from the wall. The computers powered down, but there was still some power within. There was still going to be a small explosion in
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Ben got up and tried to see Katie and Kyle in the heat.
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He found them and ran to them, his feet being stung by the hot metal underneath his feet.
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Both of his friends had contacted horrific burns, both of his friends unconscious and submitting themselves to the basking fire.
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Ben grabbed both of them and desperately dragged them from the fire, trying to get to the door that will finally get the trio out of this hell hole of a room.
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Ben was out, finally able to see and breath cool, refreshing air again.
4
A Nazi soldier was staring dumbstrucken at the legion of dead Nazis that were in front of him. He was even more dumbstrucken at the three people who'd just came out of the burning Labatory.
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Ben cried out news of the explosion and the soldier took Kyle, the both conscious people running down the hallway and away from the laboratory.
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The four people got to the end of the corridor where was a left turn.
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They turned left and fell onto the floor, hands over there heads.
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A terrific explosion ripped the corridor apart, incinerating the dead soldiers and putting a final end to Hitler. Ben waited a few moments before opening his eyes. The corridor he was in now was fine, though a quick turn at the corridor he'd just been in told a different story. The fire was spread out into the corridor and there wasn't a single item in the corridor that wasn't on fire. Slowly, the corridor faded out back to normal, but it still produced a horrid heat and putrid smell of burnt flesh. But it'd have been a lot worse without Ben, at least everyone else in the building was safe and alive.
-- A week later --
Hospital Ward C was the stereotypical hospital ward, complete with bleached white walls and that distant smell you only get in these type of places. Ben came into the ward with his crutches, the fire was severely damaged his legs but he'll pull through and will be completely healed in a couple of months or two.
But it wasn't Ben who was in hospital, Ben was deemed fit enough to leave a couple of days ago. Instead, he was looking for Kyle and Katie who's suffered burns all over their bodies as the results of their fight. Ben finally found the two people of adjacent beds in the ward, everything covered in plaster par their burnt, sore faces. The painfully turned their heads in Ben's direction as Ben came up to them slowly, before resting himself into a chair. The trio sat in perfect silence for a few moments, before Kyle broke it:
“So, how's your legs?” asked Kyle through cracked lips.
“They're fine,” replied Ben. “How's your... everything?”
“Fine. Me and Katie seem to be healing at the same rate.”
“Incredibly slowly?”
“Exactly” smiled Kyle. From her bed, Katie did a small painful smile as well.
“Still not talking, her lips aren't completely healed?” asked Ben, looking at Katie with a one of pity.
“I know, brilliant isn't it?” replied Kyle, his tongue firmly in his cheek. “So, what about Nemesis?”
“Ah, it's been in the news. The explosion and subsequent fires were dealt with by the firemen and the police, and the Nazi's were arrested. They found two murdered bodies in the explosion.”
“The thing and...?”
“Hoffman. Shame, always did like him as a teacher. But we now safely put this whole thing behind us and concentrate on getting better.” Ben got braised up and got out of his chair with much difficulty.
“Going so soon?” asked Kyle.
“Yeah,” replied Ben, finally up on his two feet and crutches. “I'm going to Oxford. I've got a lecture to do.”
THE END
