The Story of Vincent Dross (Wolfenstein Fanfiction)

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As we arrived at the entrance to the cave Vincent contacted everyone inside.

"We're back, deactivate the traps." He ordered.

"One second Vincent." Lewis said over the radio. We waited for a whole minute before we heard from him again.

"Alright, you should be good to come in." Lewis told him.

"Should be?" Vincent asked concerned.

"Probably." Lewis said.

Vincent sighed and then walked inside with me and Niko following and, as soon as we were in, Vincent was greeted with probably the tightest hug from Anita I had ever seen.

"Oh, it's good to see you back!" She exclaimed to all of us.

"Alright, Anita darling, you can let the poor man go." Chuckling, Alfred walked into the room from the cave branch leading to his bedroom.

Anita rolled her eyes then let go of Vincent before pulling me into a hug, and then moving onto Niko.

"Oh, I get it, I'm your least favorite." Niko joked

"Ah, it's good to see you too, kid." Niko said after her joke, then she patted Anita on the back.

"I whipped together a surprise for you, a hero's welcome, you could call it." Anita informed us.

Niko looked over at her "Anita, what did you do?" She asked

Anita was already gone though, behind the bar we had crafted out of wood for her. In front of the bar was five large chests, filled with ammo, water, medical supplies, explosives, and more.

She pulled out three glasses of greenish blue liquid, decorated with salt and one small part of a lime on the rim.

"Oh, Anita you didn't have to-." Vincent said, rather touched by the gesture, but interrupted by Anita.

"Just drink it." She said, pushing each drink towards us.

Vincent grabbed one and then me and Niko followed.

"To our heros!" Excalimed Anita.

"To progress." Vincent said.

We drank.

To heroism?

To progress?

To what?

The next morning Vincent was having his arm measured by Felix.

"What are you doing?" I asked Vincent.

"I want Felix to make an arm blade, something I can use quickly if I get in a pinch." He explained.

"It should come after the grenade launcher but it all depends on the materials at our disposal. " Felix informed me.

"Wouldn't this make it harder to blend in with Nazis if we ever have to again?" I inquired.

"Not if we hide it well." Vincent responded.

"The blade would need to be thin, then." Felix added.

"As long as it can kill Nazis." Vincent said.

"Oh, don't worry Vincent, it'll kill Nazis." Felix assured him.

Once Felix was done taking measurements Vincent stood up and went to his room.

In Vincent's room was his guns, including two assault rifles, four pistols, two of which were the newly created Nazi pistols and the two others being Lugers from the end of World War Two, four knives stolen off of Nazis, three tesla greades, a newly created Nazi shotgun, and an AR Marksman energy rifle, the bigger weapons, such as the rifles and the shotgun, neatly placed on a wooden desk, and the pistols, knives, and grenades in a drawer in the desk.

Also within his room was a punching bag which he used to release his anger, strengthen his hands, or to see if he had to sharpen his knives, evident by the many stab wounds on the punching bag. When he was using it Vincent would usually be shirtless, likely because of the sweat produced. The punching bag went through quite a bit of abuse.

His bed, which was really just a mattress with a linen blanket, was in the corner of the room with a bucket next to it for trash. On a wall he put up notes he had taken on the Nazis, usually just on recent technological developments, however.

He also placed a chair in the corner near the entrance for anyone he needed to speak with to sit in.

Once Vincent entered his room the sounds of fists hitting leather echoed into the cave.

I think that this time he was doing it because of his unending rage.

But I don't think it worked too well

Not this time.

Not this time.

He spent at least an hour in his room punching the bag, abusing it, trying to release his pent up anger to no avail.

Eventually, someone entered his room, the only person who could ever calm Vincent down, Anita.

"Really, uh, teaching that bag a lesson, huh?" Anita said, leaning on the doorway which, again, was less of a door and more of a bunch of wood put together to mimic a door.

Vincent looked at her, stopping his relentless flurry of fists.

"Leave me alone, Anita." He said it like it was an order, but he was more or less just asking.

"Come on Vince, just talk to me!" She said.

He sighed and sat on his bed, and Anita followed, sitting next to him.

"Don't you want to talk?" She asked.

"... I don't know what I want to do." He said in response.

"What do you mean?" She questioned.

"It was... stressful, being at that lab. Saw things that I didn't want to see... don't want people to know about. I... I don't know if I want to talk." He explained.

"Vincent, you shouldn't have to keep that all in, we know the Nazis do terrible things, it's why we joined your resistance in the first place." She tried to get him to open up.

"But this was different-" He said "- they weren't just... killing them..." He sighed "You shouldn't have to worry about it, I'll be fine, I already told Kelly and Niko about it anyway."

"You clearly didn't tell them enough if you're this worked up about it." She stated "Come on, I can handle it." She flashed a comforting smile at him and he sighed.

"I... I don't know how to describe it-" He started "-I watched the worst forms of torture the human mind can imagine. Watched a person struggle for their life before they collapsed. It's... it's the kind of stuff that gets to you, y'know? Crawls under your skin, making you scratch and scratch, hoping that it'll go away but... but it never does..." He paused for a long while before swallowing and then continuing "To... to hear people scream for help... for their life... and you can't help them it, well, it... it affects you. You can hear about torture but until you come face to face with true... unimaginable suffering... you can never understand it... it hurts... it hurts knowing that people die like this... like they're not even human..." He closed his eyes and then, after a few seconds, opened them again "... knowing that people I care for... could be in there as well."

Anita patted Vincent's shoulder "Hey, thanks for opening up."

They exchanged hugs and then Anita left, telling us what had happened.

We didn't hear anything from Vincent's room after that.