Dragon Parabellum Pt1

Meanwhile, In Ward 223, a young man of twenty two years old by the name of Marcos Nelson slowly awoke.

“Mr. Nelson?” He heard a female nurse say. “Mr. Nelson?” She reiterated.

“Uhhh,” He groaned, slowly shifting, then opening his eyes. “What is it?”

“Dr. Himmelsen will see you now.” A man walked in wearing a lab coat. “Ah, Mr. Nelson. Today is the day of your discharge. You will be transported to the front doors in a wheelchair and then you will be free to go. But first,” Dr. Himmelsen pulled a little pill out of his pocket. “Swallow this. It will make you feel more comfortable.” Marcos looked at the pill. It was a pain pill, one that made you relaxed. He took it with a glass of water and calmed down almost immediately. He was helped out of bed and into a wheelchair, and they soon left the room.

“So, Mr. Nelson, tell me, what did you do that landed you in such an awful facility as this?”

“Factory accident,” He responded, not so much as looking up. “I worked on ammunition cartridges. Somebody next to me was testing the ejection system of an FG-42, and it went off by accident and hit me in the side.”

“Well, you are a very lucky man to be alive, Mr. Nelson. Very lucky indeed.” They approached the exit, but the doctor made a sharp turn, veering away from the doors. “Hey, where are you going? That was the exit.” Dr. Himmelsen chuckled and changed the subject. “Marcos…” He asked, “Are you fond of dragons?”

“Dragons? Well, I’ve never given any thought to- Hey! What about the exit?”

“Well, turns out that you get to be an even luckier man- For today, we are on the eve of a scientific breakthrough- And you will be there to witness it. And soon, you will aid the Wermacht much, much more than just creating munitions.” Before Marcos could say anything, clamps sprung from the wheelchair, restraining his hands and feet. “What? What do you mean by scientific breakthrough?”

“Well, let me put it this way- Have you ever wanted to BE a dragon?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Marcos asked, his voice shaking with fear.

“Well, if so, then you are about to get your wish.” Marcos’ eyes blasted open as if he had been hit in the side with another lead slug. “You’re going to turn me into a dragon?!?” Marcos screamed. “You’re mad!!! Absolutely mad!!!” The doctor only chuckled and remarked, “Thank you.” Marcos began struggling to free himself, but it was no use. As they passed a reception desk manned by two nurses, Marcos screamed, “Help me!!!  Please!!! This man is crazy!!!” They just smiled at him and the doctor said, “I’m terribly sorry. This patient does not want to take the procedure, so we are going to have to give him a lobotomy.”

“No!!! Don’t listen to him!!! He only wants to turn me into a d-“ But, Marcos never got to finishing the sentence, for they soon left the room. “Please sir,” Marcos pleaded for his humanity, “Please, please reconsider!!! I-I want to see my family again!!! I will pay you all you want!!! Everything!!!” Dr. Himmel paused for a moment, fakely thinking it over. He then continued as if nothing was asked. “No!!! Please!!! Please!!! I-I don’t want to be a dragon!!! Find somebody who actually wants to be one!!!” The doctor only chuckled again and said, “Marcos, Marcos. You are going to be THE scientific breakthrough of the millennia! Do you realize just how important that is? Besides, Germany will compensate your family greatly for helping us to defeat the Allies.”

“I don’t care!!! Let me out of here!!! No!!!” He struggled and thrashed as hard as he could, but to no avail. His eyes darted around frantically, analyzing the situation, looking for a way out. But, the horrifying conclusion came to him that there is none. His fears were soon justified as about twenty soldiers joined them, guns and all. He then knew that the doctor was dead serious. “Oh, God…” Marcos felt something pierce the back of his neck and he blacked out almost instantaneously.