#1 Edited by The Poet (8335 posts) - - Show Bio

Welcome to Writers Guild Presents!

It's a rainy day where I live, but I hope the weather doesn't stop anyone from reading this week's edition (ok, not my best inroduction but that's the first thing which came to bond).

Cheesey introductions aside, our first writer is @batkevin74 with part one of a story which I realize now I don't have a title for, but anyway...here it is!

**

Disclaimer & warning: The 90% people mentioned in this piece are real, based slightly off real events but fictionalized. Whilst a story it possibly could offend some people as it is about Nazis, Adolf Hitler and World War 2, though it did end 69yrs ago. This is rated MA+ mainly due to the subject.

1939, The Kaiser Wilhelm Institute for Anthropology, Human Genetics and Eugenics in Berlin

Dr Josef Mengele stood quietly as the Institute director, Otmar von Verschuer, looked through his curriculum vitae. He paused to ash his cigarette and glance up at Josef before returning to the pages.

“This is quite Doctor Mengele…” Otmar inhaled the cigarette “Interesting.”

“Thank you.” Mengele nodded.

“You have the Fuhrers stamp of approval,” Otmar closed the folder and reclined back in the chair “And he has given permission for a site in Poland to be used as your facility. He has also,” He flipped through his desk before locating a small blue gift box. “You now have the army rank of captain. Heil Hitler!”

“Heil Hitler!” Mengele threw up the salute.

1940, Auschwitz Medical Facility

Dr Mengele looked at his ‘school’; dozens of twins and triplets from the ghettos of Poland. It served him well in his experiments as he infected one twin with say typhoid and used the other as a control agent. His research was closer to barbarism than science but since he was in charge he had total carte blanche.

Taking some notes from the Japanese allies Dr Mengele had injected several boys with a combination of methamphetamine and phenylcyclohexylpiperidine to see if he could increase their mass and strength. So far it had merely increased their aggression as was being demonstrated as the four subjects and their respective twins beat each other like cave men.

1942, The Berghof, Obersalzberg, Germany

“I hope you have some good news for me Josef!” said Hitler as he emerged onto the patio in his pale blue shirt and brown lederhosen carrying a tray of drinks. “I’ve essentially given you Poland to play with!”

Josef smiled and took a glass “Yes my Fuhrer, very good news.”

Hitler paused and looked him dead in the eye. “It had better be.”

The words hung in the air like a pistol to his head. Adolf’s piercing gaze burnt deep into Mengele’s until the good doctor blinked and looked out across the Bavarian hills. “I think I may have something that will brighten your mood my Fuhrer.”

Hitler grunted as he put the tray down. He crouched down and snapped his fingers. From the other side of the terrace, Blondi his Alsatian, bolted towards him. The leader of the Reich hugged his dog and scratched her belly.

“Who amongst the assembled guests here at the Berghof is…expendable.”

Hitler quickly stood, his fingers snapping again and Blondi quickly turning from playful pooch to ready attack dog at his side. “Explain yourself doctor!”

“Who here is of least value to the Reich?”

Adolf scanned the balcony at the people assembled at his home. Albert Speer his highly organised and motivated architect talking with Heinrich Himmler the head of the SS and his number two Reinhard Heydrich. Martin Boorman his own personal secretary and his mistress Eva Braun and her sister Gretl. Karl Dönitz the head of the Navy. Adolf Eichmann who smoked cigars with the bulbous Luftwaffe general Hermann Göring. The rat faced and zealous minister of propaganda Joseph Goebbels who leered at Eva when he thought he was unobserved despite the fact he was married to the long suffering Magda. His personal photographer Heinrich Hoffman. Dr Mengele himself. All were vital…to a degree.

“That one!” Hitler pointed at a cavalry officer standing quietly to the side.

“You!” Mengele yelled over the conversation as he pointed to the man. “What is your name?”

“Becker, sir! Hans Becker!” replied the officer as he threw up an almost instinctive and automatic salute.

“Thank you!” said Mengele as a pair of hands appeared on the balcony. Blondi let out a low growl as Hitler went to shout; Mengele held up his hand.

“Just watch, my Fuhrer.”

The hands shimmied across the balcony ledge then a masked man in black with a Nazi symbol on his chest launched himself high into the air, somersaulting twice before landing in front of a startled Becker. With ruthless efficiency he grabbed the man by the head and snapped his neck. The balcony erupted. Two guards opened fire on him. He easily leapt away from their nervous firing and using Becker as a shield closed the gap. Within seconds the guards were dead.

“Heil Hitler!” roared the man as he removed his mask and stood there like a statue.

“This, my Fuhrer,” said Mengele as he applauded his creation. “This the future!” He looked down and quickly helping the dictator to his feet. “Loyal, efficient, deadly. Commandoes genetically reengineered to serve you.”

Everyone was stunned. Adolf slowly moved towards the man who hadn’t moved. Mengele quietly sipped his champagne.

“Amazing!” said Hitler as he circled him like a shark. “Assassin.”

“Yes my Fuhrer!” barked the six foot tall, blonde haired, blue eyed Adonis.

“Loyal to me you say,” sneered Hitler as he glared at Mengele.

The doctor gulped and gingerly put down the champagne flute. “Yes my Fuhrer.”

**

Wolf’s Lair, Rastenburg

“Is he bullet proof?” asked Hitler as he watched the man do set after set of fingertip pushups in a handstand position.

“No my Fuhrer.” Dr Mengele made some notes on a chart. “He is near the pinnacle of human perfection. I could bore you with the technical details if you wish.”

Adolf waved his hand as he watched the show “Now impressive as he is, how does just one man win me the war?”

Dr Mengele smiled and put a cigarette into his mouth “As you are aware, most of my research has involved twins.”

“Yes, yes.” Hitler said impatiently.

“He has a twin working as an attaché to Churchill in London.”

“WHAT?”

Mengele blew out a cloud of smoke “Seems during the Great War, Klaus Mueller and his Swedish wife Ingrid had twin boys. Unsure of which side would win each took a boy; Ingrid fled to England whereas Klaus stayed in Berlin. Each boy unaware of each other, it is a fascinating case of nature versus nut…”

“Spare me saga doctor,” growled Hitler.

“As you would’ve been briefed by Himmler, we have cracked the Americans codes. There is a meeting of Churchill, Stalin and Roosevelt in Tehran scheduled in the upcoming months. We have an opportunity to strike a crippling blow.”

Hitler smiled and patted Mengele on the shoulder “This is very good.”

British War Office, Whitehall

Peter Mullins stood on the corner puffing away on his cigarette. Singapore had just surrendered to the Japanese in what the Prime Minister was calling the “great capitulation”. They had island hopped through Malaysia, now to Singapore. At this rate they’d be in Sydney by June.

Peter checked his watch, it was ten thirty. He had to be back here at four. He dropped his cigarette and went to step on it when a foot did it for him. He looked up and it was like looking in a mirror.

“What the?” exclaimed Peter.

His doppelganger smiled “I will need a haircut.” He cracked Peter in the groin and grabbed his throat as a black car silently pulled up and Peter was dumped inside and they whisked away.

Soviet Embassy, Tehran, Iran

“Is that cripple ready yet?” muttered Stalin to his aide as the Russian leader rattled the ice in his vodka.

“Mr Roosevelt is being set up in the conference room.”

Stalin rolled his eyes and finished his drink “How does a man in a wheelchair lead a nation? And what of the little fat man?”

“Mr Churchill is still an hour away sir,” replied the staffer.

“Do any of the Americans speak Russian?”

“No sir.”

“Get me a translator!” growled Stalin as he tossed the empty glass into the fireplace.

**

“You’ve been pretty quiet Peter.” Winston said through a cloud of cigar smoke as the car jostled about.

“I think I’m getting a cold.”

Winston looked at his aide who wiped his nose and face with a handkerchief. Something was off with him, though he couldn’t tell what. He seemed different. Maybe it was the closeness of the car or the fly by night trip to Iran via Spain which could’ve been blown out of the sky by the dreaded Luftwaffe, but his aide wasn’t himself.

“I’ll be fine sir.” said Peter with a smile that sent a chill up Winston’s spine as they sped towards the Soviet Embassy.

**

“Welcome comrade fat man!” said Stalin as he greeted Churchill on the steps of the embassy looking at his translator as if daring him to translate it all into English.

“President Stalin.” Winston waved as he climbed the stairs to shake the Russian’s hand. “Does he not speak English?” he muttered to Peter who shrugged.

‘What is the matter with you?” Churchill said through a smile as he greeted the leader of the Soviets. “Shall I make you wait in the car like a spoilt child?”

“Seems the fat one is having trouble with his staff,” said Stalin throwing an arm over Churchill’s shoulder much to his disgust “Ask him if everything is alright?”

“Mr Churchill, is everything okay with your staff?”

Winston walked in awkward step with Stalin “It had better be by the time this meeting starts.”

Stalin glared at Peter before escorting Churchill to the room.

**

“You look ill Franklin!” stated Churchill as he entered the room to see Roosevelt sipping tea as he perused a map of the world with his two advisors.

“Always a pleasure to see you Winston,” replied Roosevelt he placed the tea to one side.

“Tell the cripple and the fat man I am ready to discuss their ridiculous plans!” bellowed Stalin as he filled the room, the translator cleaning up the language. “Drinks?”

Peter closed the doors behind him and locked them, pocketing the key.

**

“We are looking for full cooperation and assistance from the Soviet Union,” said Winston as he took the floor speaking deliberately so the translator could speak into Stalin’s ear. “Our three nations in alliance, along with our other allies could turn the tide against Germany.”

“Currently the United States is fighting a war in the Pacific,” added Roosevelt as he moved an American flag across the world map towards Japan. “We have a plan to take out the Japanese that could free up hundreds of thousands of men and resources, but like all things it takes time, time we don’t really have.”

“Tell them the Soviet Union gladly will accept all their proposals, at a price.” Stalin picked up a Soviet flag and placed it on Poland. “The border of Poland shifts to the West. The cripple and the fat man will also support my reign.”

The translator started to speak when Peter began chuckling. Everyone turned towards him.

“What in God’s name is wrong with you Peter?” snapped Winston slamming his hand on the desk.

“My name isn’t Peter,” he spat in accented English “It is Mörder, which is German for…”

“Assassin!” yelled Stalin.

“Correct!” and he launched upon them like a tiger in a chicken coop.

To be continued...

Next up we have @impurestcheese with Marvel Mayhem: Crimson #2 continued from Writers Guild Presents: 3/14/2014

The occupants of the car watched as the man clad in irons was led by FBI agents into the waiting Lear Jet. A few minutes later the plane was taxiing down the runway and took off heading west towards the California coastline.

“Who was that man?” A thickset man with a Russian accent asked as the driver reversed the car and headed back towards the Vegas strip.

“A low level criminal that works for the crime lord Alexander Lukin.” Angela replied. “He’s wanted in Russia for supplying arms to Ultranationalist rebels. While the government and SHIELD have placed an order to have you extradited from what the Bureau has seen you are to be treated more like a potential asset then a threat.”

“So I am not being sent back to Russia?” Dimitri asked.

“Oh as you have just seen Dimitri Bukharin is being extradited, the arrest of Yuri Vikenti was a case of mistaken identity.” Angela explained. “Please understand that the FBI is regretful for any stress you have experienced in the past six hours.”

“Stress, do you know what they would do to me for deserting the armed forces with a dangerous and classified piece of tech?!” Dimitri spat. “I’d be lucky if it took ten years for them to kill me!”

“You…you still have the Crimson Dynamo Armour?” Angela gasped before heading to the suburbs. “We had no idea, originally our surveillance was looking for a man called the Crime Master, a big time criminal who controls two thirds of the organised crime syndicated based on the Vegas strip. Our initial assumption was that Bennett Brand was a business front although we have long since discarded him of having any real involvement with the Crime Master.”

“What does that have to do with the attack earlier this evening?” Dimitri asked.

“Maybe nothing.” Angela answered. “We have a search out for an ex marine Frank Simpson but his records are sealed by a project called Weapon Plus. We were hoping that you could tell us something about the pills the gunman was taking, that’s why we chose now to pull you in.”

“It is hard to explain.” Dimitri replied as Angela’s face dropped. “But maybe I can show you.”

**

The blacked out BMW stopped outside a ramshackle house in the suburbs and Dimitri stepped out of the car followed by Angela. Fishing into his pockets he brought out a key and unlocked the door before holding it open so his company could enter. Turning on the lights revealed a Spartan home, with little inside besides the furnishings and the peeling wallpaper.

“Wow I sort of imagined…” Angela gasped. “You live here?”

“Da.” Dimitri replied. “Best home I've ever had and the only one not bugged by the KGB.” He added as he walked over to the TV and carefully slid the glass out and removed a second set of keys. “Only thing worth stealing is in the garage.” He added as he led Angela through a clean kitchen to a reinforced door with no lock. Taking the key Dimitri twisted the handle and activated a tiny pen laser that he shown at three sensors on the wall. With a hiss the door opened up to reveal the hulking form of the Crimson Dynamo armour.

“Holy Mary mother of God.” Angela swore.

“What you look as if you had never seen something like this before?” Dimitri asked. “When KGB records list you as White Tiger.”

“How did you? I was but after Shadowland, the things I did made me feel less than heroic so I handed over the costume, the amulets and everything else.” Angela stated. “Luckily I had my old job to fall back on although I feel that I don't deserve it. So you brought me here to show something about those pills? Is the armour part of it or just a backdrop?”

“All Crimson Dynamo Armor shares a central archive so pilots can learn from mistakes in the field. Former pilot Alex Nevsky encountered and recorded a similar occurrence in Vietnam when serving in Titanic Three. We can watch video of it, sit back and eat popcorn; I think I have some in my larder.”

Angela cracked a half smile. “You were trying a little too hard to be American there.” She stated coyly.

“Soon I will be American, I will take citizen test, quit job and open a small garage just like it says in the American Dream.” Dimitri told her before giving a short chuckle as he tapped in a command into the Crimson Dynamo armour.

“You hiring?” Angela asked as part of the wall retracted and revealed a TV screen, a flickering warning appearing in Cyrillic as the data was streamed from the armour’s memory onto the screen.

**

Rainforest of Vietnam - 1962

“Nevsky hurry up.” A Russian accented voice stated as the video camera operator moved through the thick brush and emerged into a clearing full of ripped up trees and putrefying corpses.

“You know I'm envious of you.” The glowing figure of the Radioactive Man sighed. “With your sealed helmets you can't smell what I can.”

“The sight is bad enough Dr Lu.” Nevsky answered. “Bullski you have most experience in combat. What happened here?”

“The bodies are of Viet Cong fighters and American GIs.” Bullski stated from the thickset Titanium Man armour. “They were both firing in the same direction and whatever it was shot back, the damage to the trees was caused by .50 calibre rounds shot at a height of four foot above the ground. Too low for an armoured vehicle and the weapon itself would be too heavy to be fired in such a way by a normal human.”

“I'm picking up faint radiological signals as well.” Dr Lu announced. “It could be a gamma powered creature that did this although the dosage is too low for a creature like the Hulk.”

“Hmm pinpoint the source.” Bullski ordered. “I will correlate the wound patterns and determine if any other weapon was involved. Nevsky keep watch, the person responsible could return and we have a duty to the North Vietnamese government to keep her people safe from criminals.”

“Da comrade Bullski.” Nevsky replied as he walked between where Dr Lu was searching and where Bullski was scanning bodies. Looking down he saw a corpse twitch and bent down rolling the man over to see his face was tattooed with the image of the American flag. “Over here this one is alive.” He called.

“Hmm trace levels of radioactive isotope, it appears to be similar to the one used to create derivatives of Project Legacy, this man is an attempt to create a super soldier.” Dr Chen stated. “And look there is the weapon he used to kill all these people. It’s obvious why he would be fighting the Viet Cong but not his own men unless the tattoo is meant to be ironic.”

“Maybe the process made him unstable.” Bullski suggested. “The question is what do we do with him? He is now a prisoner and an asset but not one that would be of use to the Soviet Union or Red China, yet I am unwilling to send back to the Americans lest they set their monster loose again.”

“Wait he’s trying to speak.” Nevsky hissed as the man reached for a pouch slung over his shoulders.

“Red to go up, white to calm and blue to sleep. Need a Red, No VC.” The fallen soldier murmured as he reached for a red pill. Aggressively Bullski struck him before pushing a blue pill down his throat and throwing the weapon into the bushes.

“There must be something we can do.” Nevsky asked. “He would be killed if he were imprisoned here and we promised not to kill without reason.”

“What about the Avengers?” Dr Lu sighed. “As much as I hate them they are not federated and could contain him in one of their super gulags. And if he does escape he will be their problem.” He added a smile on his face.

“Da a good idea Dr. Lu.” Nevsky stated. “I Hill call Iron Man and bring him here, until then keep him calm with the pills and out of sight.” He stated as the camera turned off.

**

Las Vegas - Present Day

“My god!” Angela gasped. “Everyone was in on it, the Avengers, the Army probably SHIELD too.”

“One question that needs asking. One that Nevsky, Lu and Bullski didn't get an answer too.” Dimitri stated. “Where did the Avengers put the mad soldier and who has control of him now?”

Moderator
#2 Posted by The Poet (8335 posts) - - Show Bio
Moderator
#3 Edited by dngn4774 (2952 posts) - - Show Bio
#4 Posted by Jonny_Anonymous (32993 posts) - - Show Bio

Pretty awesome @batkevin74 I always like stories set in the 40s

#5 Posted by ImpurestCheese (4858 posts) - - Show Bio
#6 Edited by The Poet (8335 posts) - - Show Bio

@impurestcheese: yeah, it's funny how this works. last time your regular story was followed up by this and this month it was switched...

If this becomes a regular thing...Shall I change "writers guild present" to "Impurest Cheese and Friends" :P

Moderator
#7 Posted by ImpurestCheese (4858 posts) - - Show Bio

@the_poet: And thus my empire begun construction

#8 Posted by 4donkeyjohnson (1649 posts) - - Show Bio

@impurestcheese: Pretty good, don't know much of Crimson Dynamo but reading a block makes it a little better, even though its kinda JUMPY in parts

#9 Posted by ImpurestCheese (4858 posts) - - Show Bio
#10 Posted by 4donkeyjohnson (1649 posts) - - Show Bio

@impurestcheese: From part one to part two, with Nuke and then to 1962 and back to the present...jumpy!

#11 Posted by ImpurestCheese (4858 posts) - - Show Bio
#12 Posted by cbishop (7416 posts) - - Show Bio
#13 Posted by ImpurestCheese (4858 posts) - - Show Bio
#14 Posted by cbishop (7416 posts) - - Show Bio
#15 Posted by dngn4774 (2952 posts) - - Show Bio

@batkevin74 Good stuff! Loved all of the details, especially Blondi (since most people don't know that Hitler had a dog). How much earlier were the events in this chapter before Operation Blau? I know this happens the be the same year but didn't Hitler just ruin his element of surprise?