Those Who Slay Together, Stay Together

Visions of the Past and Paradise Ranch

"THAT'S CHEATING!" Samantha screeched as everything faded to white, making it hard to see even though there was technically nothing to see at this very moment...

What the hell is happening?! Isabella thought in a panic, increasing her grip on the foreign meteorite in her hand. The strange rock seemed to burn between her fingers as she held it, making her wince as she tried to ignore the pain. She felt solid ground underneath her again as she opened her eyes to find herself in a room Isabella knew she had seen before...

"What the..." She mumbled, suddenly cut off by the sound of a door opening. 

A familiar looking man walked in followed closely by two assistants carrying what appeared to be another person, obviously unconscious at the moment. 

What the fuck is going on here... Isabella thought as she stood there frozen, wondering why none of them had seen her yet.

"Stellen sie ihn auf dem stuhl." The taller man ordered as the other two men in lab coats obeyed, bringing the unconscious man towards the chair in the middle of the room and strapping him in tightly.

Isabella glanced to side for a moment noticing a mirror on the wall next to her, but something was missing. 

My reflection... It's gone! Isabella gasped, her heart stopping briefly as the thought of not existing kind of freaked her out. What the hell happened to me when I grabbed this thing?! She wondered, glaring down at the space rock she was holding while instantly realizing nothing was there.

Instead an eerie green glow resonated from within her palm, causing the woman to nearly choke as she stared at her hand. Before she could dwell on this new problem too much, the voice of the man in charge startled her, making her look his way as this strange reality continued on.

"Jetzt verlassen." Richtofen ordered harshly as his subordinates left the room quickly, closing the door behind them as the rooms remaining occupant went to work sorting through what appeared to be scalpels on a tray, humming to himself while he did so.

Isabella couldn't help but creep closer for the time being... She had to find out if her suspicions were right as she inched towards the person in the chair, her stomach flipping as she locked her eyes on a certain Marine. 

Dammit... She cursed inwardly. I didn't want it to be him... 

Subconsciously looking him over, she noticed he looked a bit younger than when she had met him in Kino...

Shaking her head, she focused on the other man in the room who was approaching with a hand full of dangerous looking tools, green eyes glimmering as he stepped into the light of the overhead lamp illuminating the small area. He set his tools down on the operating table noisily before picking up a radio and hitting the record button.

"Log 1474. Date: September 20, 1945," A serious voice began before...

"Deeeear diary~" The doctor sang in his high pitched tone as Isabella stifled a laugh, getting serious again before continuing to listen in on his private thoughts.

"It vould seem zhat ze OSS realized zhat ve have captued von of zheir spies..." Richtofen continued emotionlessly. "Zhey tried to send a rescue team to Verruckt, ze first batch of test subjects... I suspect zhat zhere are others, more in ze Organization... Dr. Harvey, Yena und Dr. Peter McCain to be precise. Dr. Maxis doesn't let any Americans in Group 935, no matter how much genius zhey have. Schtupid Americans with zheir apple pies und baseball und children..."

Richtofen sneered in disgust, glancing at the man restrained in the chair who seemed to be waking up. "But I digress... Ze new American test subject is interesting und muscley... His intellect seems low, but his vill is strong... Like ze others, he doesn't seem to know who he is anymore. Unlike ze others, he keeps breaking ze restraints und yelling at me-" Richtofen added in an irritated tone, one eye twitching before sure enough, his audio recording was interrupted by said test subject.