I Got A Story Book Of My Own • Tank Dempsey

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The group approached their base, Richtofen's lab, upon arrival they seen he had a man laying on the table who with his head saw off. "You're late" Richtofen said looking up from his large book. He turned his head to see a new person standing there behind one of his friends "und you brought a new person—?"

"she has a wound that needs to be tended to, Doc" Dempsey said walking over beside him setting his weapon down on the table.

"We killed man she was with." Nikolai said "because he would've killed her first."

"Ja!" Richtofen jumped up "alright alright, I will tend to wound." He grabbed her wrist and took a look at the hand, still bleeding like before. "Und your name is?"

"Love."

"Love?"

"Yes."

Richtofen started to laugh, he thought it was a joke "hahaha! Zat 'tis not your name, Love is not a name! What is your-" Love looked at him with a glare, without hesitation she aimed her KSG to his head. It shut him up real quick. Nikolai aimed his weapon at her head to be cautious.

"It's Hannah Crimson, but I am called Love by people I used to survive with. You don't have to call me Love, since clearly you can't handle it. But do not laugh."

Dempsey walked over to Nikolai and lightly pulled his arm down, signaling to put his weapon away. Love wasn't going to shoot. "Ahhh, shes just like our Dempsey" Richtofen smirked, making Dempsey sigh. "so violent"

"Excuse me?" She asked with a risen eyebrow, confused on what he meant.

"It's nothing it's nothing" Richtofen laughed "I vill be back" he held the Kronorium tight walking away. She turned her head to look at the three men.

"This guy is a Doctor?" Love asked in disbelief.

"I said he's a nut job of a doctor, you can clearly see why. He's our ticket out of this hell hole. Though everything he tells us to do takes us to another shit show" Dempsey sighed sitting down at a table.

"Someday this will all end.." Nikolai said throwing his axe over his shoulder. "But someday is not anytime soon."

"This way Frauline....Love...if you please" Richtofen said standing steps of stairs.

She rose her eyebrow at him holding her Bowie knife in her free hand and her wounded close up to her cut in a angle as if she was holding a invisible baby. Seeing the knife Richtofen smirked, already liking her behavior for this group. She seemed useful as he thought. Useful to get them out of this never ending nightmare.

They both sat down at a table, the table was covered with empty vodka bottles and ashes. With just enough room for his supplies. Holding needle and thread, he reached his hand out for hers. As she set down her golden knife flat beside her she handed her injured hand over. His hand was warm and bigger than hers.

"This will sting, a lot, Frauline...Love" Richtofen said, getting ready to stick the needle in her skin.

"Just say Hannah" she rolled her eyes "you can't keep a straight face saying Love."

"bitte" he chuckled "I've met no one vith Love as a name, especially not in Germany"

"Hannah is fine" she sighed, when she felt the needle prick through her skin she started to grip on his other arm, having muscle it wouldn't hurt him. While she growled her pained arm tensed up, dealing with the stings.

"You're fine, Frauline Hannah" He assures "almost done" when she nods she looked down at the stone floor. Looking at the table she could see her blood ran down the side of her arm to stain the stone table to red.

The needle dragged the string across the open wound on her palm, he made ties as stitches to keep the wound closed and secure. Leaning forward he bit the string and pulled away tearing the string in half. Lastly he could tie the strings together for the bandages.

"Vat weapons do you have?" He asked as he wrapped her stitched hand with a tight bandage.

"Bowie knife...umm... and my KSG" she said tilting her head "shouldn't be hard to use one handed"

"If you say so.." he chuckled "your knife is your best option until your hand is healed. Unless you can use your shotgun with one hand, but if not..I assume you're one of us now, I have a something you can use in meantime."

"Okay?" She stood up putting her bandaged his over her gut walking over where he handed her a bloodhound pistol. "Thank you"

He hummed and gave a small smile coming back around with a box of ammunition. She took it and placed the box in her pocket. She was still very confused on who these strange men were, and what their story was. Nevertheless, they are very intriguing characters.