Notoriously Nefarious- The Rise of a Neu Reich

by Sergio Black

  Lisa Ann abandons her seed of thought and knows that if she even breathes a word of her ideas, she would be executed and her family would be forced to take the Walk of Shame, forced to strip naked, then raped by various high ranking members of parliament, before being paraded through the streets, while peasants spit and threw whatever they wished, then shouted an assortment of profanities of their choosing. If they are still alive afterward, they could be sold overseas to wealthy businessmen or high ranking NAZIs. No, Lisa Ann decides it’s best to vacate her radical thoughts until she has solid proof that the N.S.W.P. is corrupt. The Mad Doctor has told her Nefarious is the exception to humane treatment because he’s painted as nothing more than a murderous sociopath. Indeed, Nefarious is a killer but Lisa Ann can’t help but think underneath it all he could be the same passionate boy who felt turned away from the world, left to be consumed by his inner demons. And if darkness and retribution through justification are all he knows, then maybe he truly believes his cause is just and true. Lisa Ann is all but determined to save him from himself, if he truly is the young boy, she spent so much time with, and vows she will not let the Mad Doctor kill him.

  Lisa Ann shoves the strife to the back of her mind, continuing to walk with the Mad Doctor before coming to a black elevator that seems ominously out of place. The entirety of the elevator floats on air, slightly rocking back and forth with no cables whatsoever grounding it to any foundation. The Mad Doctor places his palm on a green panel that scans his print several times before sounding off a loud CRASH! BOOM! BANG! from the speaker within the scanner: WELCOME ANDREW RUSH! The pressurized gears whir, followed by the silent prying of opening doors. The Mad Doctor steps inside and lurches to the back of the elevator with Lisa Ann close behind. The overhead speakers VROOMS! like a diesel engine: PASSWORD REQUIRED! Andrew Rush looks at Lisa Ann through untrusting eyes as if to say, ‘Spill my secrets and I’ll gut you like a prostitute.’ Then he yells, “HEIL THE MAD DOCTOR!” The elevator door closes and gears fall into place. The Mad Doctor continues to stare at Lisa Ann then playfully bats his eyes, tilting his head towards the closed door.

  Lisa Ann hesitates to break eye contact then fixates her attention toward the sound of an intense video feed that splays picture perfect holograms across the elevator doors. Lisa Ann mumbles out of confusion, squinting her eyes at the terrors going on from within the Panic Rooms on Desolation Row. Several Superiors catch her eye, one of which is a man who’s dressed in the garments of an 18th Century Native American. What looks to be rain is coming down overhead which painfully jolts his physiology from physical appearance to loud claps of thunder. Another resembles an ancient gypsy of some sort whose molecular structure is distorted by a frequency warping disruptor. Another, a hard-bitten old century westerner, hangs by cuffs teetering back and forth from ceiling chains, then lastly, what appears to be a tiny black woman with dragonfly wings, locked inside of a mason jar, buzzing around in an attempt to escape a horde of angry hornets.

  Lisa Ann is nauseated at the ongoing cruelty and swallows the urge to gag, bringing her hand to her mouth. She looks back to the Mad Doctor for an explanation who shrugs his shoulders and smiles vilely. “They’re so many secrets to this place, we even have a ward for famous people and children.”

  Lisa Ann shakes her head in confusion. “What-” The speakers affixed to the ceiling boom a dark jingle from above, DADADADADA! Then the sound of a man screaming, AHHHHHHHH!

  The elevator plunges faster than Lisa Ann thought possible, she swings her arms, stumbling for balance. The elevator jerks to a halt, and the sound of a Vegas slot machine echoes from the speakers above, DING! DING! DING! DING! The sudden stop of momentum causes Lisa Ann’s knees to buckle, and she’s almost forced face first to the shiny floor constructed of unforgiving silver. She reaches out and instinctively grabs hold of a shiny silver railing that appears out of thin air, as though the small enclosure had sensed her anxiety in precious moments of little timing. The black doors ding open and the speakers above roar with deep nautical laughter. AHAHAHAH! Lisa Ann feels her tummy churn, the combination of freefall maladies and the horrible images seared in her brain, she fights the urge to vomit; stumbling she slightly regains her balance, and staggers forward, resting her body weight against the silver rail. The Mad Doctor watches from the corner of his skull like a fish and guffaws at her lack of acknowledging the praise he is so rightfully owed.

  “As you can see, Lisa Ann, everything isn’t quite what it seems. You’re going to need a stronger stomach if you want a full-time position here. Pull it together, we shan’t have all day.” The Mad Doctor power walks out of the elevator, his hips swinging like Tyra Banks on a catwalk. He whistles “This Little Light of Mine” over exaggerating his strut as he approaches the Sinatonium doors, leaving Lisa Ann in a dismissive manner. The Mad Doctor stands to the right side of the blast door and the wall opens up revealing a retina scanner that shoves forward. Using a gross index finger, he pulls the skin beneath his eye, forcing his eyeball to cling open. The red beam hits his pupil then scans his retina twice. The first Sinatonium door whirs open vertically and the Mad Doctor is feeling groovy. He humps the air as he propels himself forward to the second panel where he impatiently waits for Lisa Ann. The Mad Doctor repeatedly taps his foot, for he rarely waits for anyone against his decree and if Lisa Ann hadn’t been detrimental to his plans, he would have fucked her, seeded her then excommunicated her, or killed her depending on how annoying she was, like he had his last assistants. Not that there was anything wrong with them, but the Mad Doctor knew all too well the ways of women, and how they scheme to manipulate men by weaponizing the honey potted snails between their legs. Lisa Ann regains her balance but still feels she’s in a rickety boat that strokes against brushing tows of ocean waves. Lisa Ann hobbles forward, walking through the first set of four doors, she falls behind the Mad Doctor who turns around and dismisses her shakiness.

  “For God’s sake, Lisa Ann, you’re a fucking Superior, so act like it…” Lisa Ann puts her hand against the smooth Sinatonium wall for balance as her equanimity settles into place. The Mad Doctor hikes a brow. “Shall we continue?” Lisa Ann doesn’t speak right away, simply pursing her lips, she gives an assertive nod.

  “I’m good.” The Mad Doctor reaches an index finger forward, speedily punching in a 6-digit code that is his birthday backward: 76/25/01, causing the second door to whir and open diagonally. The Mad Doctor steps through with Lisa Ann close behind. Walking to the last panel, a camera scans his face, voice booms from a speaker less room: PASSCODE REQUIRED! The Mad Doctor looks to Lisa Ann before turning back to the panel.

  “Mad Doctor Andrew Rush!” The last set of doors click and clank into place, taking seemingly longer than the aforementioned set of doors. Several moments transpire before the door finally opens, revealing Andrew’s obsession, the large doomsday bunker, known to him as Noah’s Ark the 2nd, the place where Andrew spends most of his free time. Lisa Ann strolls into the colossal underground fortress and spins around in place, taking in the surroundings of the not so subtle hideaway. She’s promptly reminded of one of those overzealous doomsday preppers who give new meaning to taking things too far. Lisa Ann continues her ascent forward, walking past several glass casings that sit on chest high pillars, that line up in a perfect row, which contain various items, one of which includes an old limestone tableau. Lisa Ann raises her hand, touching the polished glass as she reads the ancient writings within, before moving on. She gazes over a thick black book that looks old and decrepit, then looks beyond to Nefarious’ Scythe and behind it a Black Wand with multi-colored rings, then lastly a pair of old black six-shooters with pearl handles that have rabbit feet dangling on the bottoms of each gun. The weapons are beautifully stamped with a six-pointed star on each cylinder; on one barrel are the words YOU’RE FUCKED! then on the other, this one makes Lisa Ann smile a bit, LET’S CHACHA! Underneath the pistols appear to be a matching 10-inch bowie knife with a thick round barrel attached to the hil
t. The weapons are then surrounded by a metal gunslinger’s gun belt.

  Lisa Ann breaks her fascination with the relics, pressing forward only to come shoulder to shoulder with the Mad Doctor who stands before another glass case that Lisa Ann had not seen when she entered the room. It was well disguised by the other assortment of cases that line up perfectly. The Mad Doctor reaches down his shirt, pulling free a lanyard with several keys attached to it that Lisa Ann can only assume unlock the glass casings she and the Mad Doctor have just passed. Unlooping the lanyard from around his neck, the Mad Doctor sifts through an array of skeleton keys and finally clings hold to a gold key from the assortment. He unlocks the glass case and throws back the lid, reaching inside and removing the black satchel that he took Attica. Lisa Ann watches as Andrew reaches inside the bag and gently sifts through it, then pulls out the Spear of Destiny. Lisa Ann looks at Andrew’s face as it begins to twinge with delight, his maimed eye begins to swivel round and round in its awkward manner. The moments pass and she senses he’s becoming slightly agitated at the Spear’s refusal to allow him access to its power. The Mad Doctor looks to Lisa Ann and holds out the Spear.

  “Activate it.” The Mad Doctor narrows his eyes, saying this more as a command than a request. Lisa Ann takes the Spear which continues to stay suppressed within itself, refusing to bend to Lisa Ann’s will. Lisa Ann holds the Spear and gives it a few unenthusiastic shakes, before shrugging her shoulders in defeat.

  “I don’t-” The Mad Doctor in his frustration snatches the Spear from her hand. To anyone who doesn’t know the secret of the Spear, it looks to be just another timeless antique.

  “Fucking useless. Really, Lisa Ann, I am really beginning to question your self-worth.” The Mad Doctor walks away and talks over his shoulder. “Let’s go. Hopefully, this thing will still yield the fruits of our labor.” Walking past the glass cases and backtracking through the blast doors, following the same process as before, Lisa Ann and the Mad Doctor ride in the elevator in uncomfortable silence. Reaching Desolation Row, the Mad Doctor struts by door after door, and cell after cell, the echoes of pleas and screams ring out loudly to no use, all cries falling on deaf ears here, until finally, they reach Nefarious’ cell. Entering through both sets of doors, the Mad Doctor wets his lips with a creasing smile born for torture and his eyes narrow like a glare set for a personal vendetta. Holding the Spear tightly in his grasp, he enters the room and begins circling Nefarious as if he were a shark in muddied waters. Nefarious pays no attention but stares uncomfortably at Lisa Ann who purposely fixes her eyes on everything but Nefarious.

  The Mad Doctor smiles in a freakish fashion as he conceals his true intentions like it was a puzzle game. “Oh, Nefarious, I’m going to enjoy sawing the meat from your bones.” The Mad Doctor leans over Nefarious, same as he did before, but this time he exercises more caution, staying at least 12 inches from Nefarious’ perfect teeth, the Mad Doctor explores his warring eyes, he grips the Spear tightly at his side then raises it high above his head, before plunging it straight through Nefarious’ hand then gives a hard twist to heighten the agony. Nefarious’ eyes widen in shock, biting his tongue, the warm black blood trickles down his lip, as he refuses to cry out, only letting a small grunt escape his throat, “GHHAHHH!” The Mad Doctor flashes a cruel smile, flicking his tongue across his incisors then to the back molars which are all about ready to fall out. “Oh, Nefarious, this deathly homecoming is far long overdue. You took from me so now I’ll take everything from you…”

  The Mad Doctor rips the Spear from Nefarious’ hand which spews dark blood before crystallizing like tiny stone quartz. The Mad Doctor stares at the bloody Spear, perplexed and satisfyingly amazed. Walking behind Nefarious, he crudely grabs locks of his silky hair with his left hand and pulls Nefarious’ head to the steel gurney. Looking at Lisa Ann, the Mad Doctor speaks. “Bring in the cavalry, Lisa Ann.” Lisa Ann raises her hand, pressing a red button that sits next to the door’s entrance, ringing for assistance.

  Moments later, Dr. Feelgood and his kooky associates burst through the door, wheeling with them the same squeaky crash cart which this time contains a few more variety of items that Nefarious can’t quite see. Nefarious breathes hard through bloodied teeth, feeling his anxiety rise fast. “You better hope you kill me. If I get free, I’ll burn this dejected lab down, with all you in it!” The Masked Doctor looks to Nefarious, then Andrew, before turning to his colleagues. And speaks as one for all.

  “Mr. Warsta, if you can’t tell, you’re completely at Andrew’s mercy. The Mad Doctor has big plans for you. He doesn’t wanna kill you. Like your father, we can’t can toss you aside, you’re too rare to kill and too valuable to die. He’s going to dissect your powers, then a fate much worse than death awaits you. Just like your father.” The Mad Doctor motions with his head, signaling for Dr. Feelgood to fix Nefarious’ head to the gurney. Dr. Feelgood reaches to the crash cart, grabs a thick leather band, then walks behind Nefarious’ bed. Carefully, he wraps the band around Nefarious’ head, then loops both ends of the strap through notches on either side of the steel gurney. He fastens the strap tightly through metal buckles, making it impossible for Nefarious to move. The Mad Doctor lets go of Nefarious’ hair then swoons to Nefarious’ side so they are face to face. The reek of death coming from the Mad Doctor is strong enough to leave the repugnant taste of rotten cheese in Nefarious’ mouth.

  “Oh, you’re still full of so much pride, I can see it in your eyes. Do you really think you’re better than me? You’re a killer, just like me. It’s funny, you still think you have got a chance of escaping. Please let me be the one to rob you of that hope.” The Mad Doctor gently grabs hold of Nefarious’ black locks and begins to viciously saw away clumps of hair. Nefarious doesn’t resist, deciding it will be best to conserve as much energy as he can. Minutes later, the Mad Doctor steps back, then walks around to the front of Nefarious. “My God, Nefarious, if I hadn’t decided to make a career of hunting your kind, I swear I would have become a hairstylist.” The Mad Doctor grabs the personal mirror from the crash cart and raises it in front of Nefarious’ face. Nefarious can feel fresh torrents of anger crashing against his skin. Nefarious stares at his reflection, seeing the once long, unkempt hair he vowed only to cut when he was defeated in battle, is now short and tamed with leafy bangs falling in front of his right eye.

  “Conformity, get used to it, Nefarious.” The Mad Doctor drops the mirror back to the crash cart, leaning in closely, he grabs Nefarious’ cheek with one hand and speaks politely but with a hint of menace. “After we’re done with you, you’ll beg us to kill you. But we won’t, my boss has big big plans for you.” The Mad Doctor applies pressure against his face before letting go. Turning away, Spear in hand, he heads for the exit and speaks over his shoulder to Dr. Feelgood. “He’s all yours, for the time being. He better not be worse for the wear when I return. I want a usable blood sample.” Walking through the doors, the Mad Doctor knickers to Lisa Ann, “Come, we’ll watch from afar.”

  Dr. Feelgood stares beneath his Donald Trump mask, his breath growing rapid at the sheer excitement of anatomizing the one, the only, the Infinitely Infamous, Nefarious Warstar. Reaching to the crash cart, he lifts a 5-inch Sinatonium needle, then plunges the tip into Nefarious’ neck. Pulling back on the plunger with some effort, the black blood fills the syringe then crystallizes. The Plague Doctor holds up the syringe so all present in the room can see the solvents. Nefarious focuses on the blood spilled and despises the thought of his blood being spilled for the sake of frivolous greed. The crystalized blood expands and cracks the syringe before exploding. Dr. Feelgood and his associates shield their eyes from the rogue debris.

  Dr. Feelgood, in his moment of giddy enthusiasm, takes the mask off his face and looks at Nefarious. “Mr. Warstar, we’ve never encountered this before. Not even your father’s blood gave us this kind of trouble. This is where the fun begins. I suppose as a scientist it doesn’t get more exciting than this.” Dr. Feelgood holds
what’s left of the destroyed vile close to the camera for the spectators to see and shrugs his shoulders silently saying, ‘now what?’ The Mad Doctor and Lisa Ann watch from within the security room as Dr. Feelgood and his team work toward a viable solution. Lisa Ann can’t help but feel queasy every 5 seconds at Andrew’s lack of empathy and even more so with the possibility that Nefarious could very well be her tormented friend. Lisa Ann is interrupted between thoughts when the Mad Doctor speaks.

  “Fuck... His blood is useless. Lisa Ann, we need to find another way to dissect Nefarious. Any thoughts?” Lisa Ann looks at the Mad Doctor and already begins to feel remorseful for what she is about to tell him.

  “Honestly, I think with all the raw power coursing through his veins, his blood boils too hot. Hence the explosion. So you would need to drop his core body temperature and keep it at a constant state of negative degree. And as for the clotting, I think blood thinners could take care of that. I think in a large dose it could work. And by large dose I mean, what would normally kill us would be a stone in a very large lake for him.” The Mad Doctor turns around with rejuvenated enthusiasm that quickly turns creepy, as with everything else he does.

  “Lisa Ann, you’re a genius. A genius! Come, Lisa Ann, we have work to do.” The Mad Doctor skippity skips as he leaves the room and Lisa Ann follows close behind. Lisa Ann can’t help the sinking feeling that Andrew’s interest is self-serving and nothing more. Seeing Nefarious strapped to the table like a rabid animal and mocked goes against everything Lisa Ann has stood for. “Lisa Ann, when we enter the room, watch and learn. I am gonna show you how to refute your fear. These guys are parasites, Lisa Ann, they will suck you dry if you let them.” Lisa Ann walks silently, absorbing the Mad Doctor’s every action.

  The Mad Doctor bursts through the twin doors with sudden abruptness. His presence seizes command of the stock room. The room itself is large and divided into 2 sections, one side built for comfort with several large black sofas, flat screen TVs and a personal bar. The other side has various steel tables, crash carts and large racks of miscellaneous items like bone saws, syringes, scalpels, vials, test tubes and a surgeon’s table that is completely mobile. The Mad Doctor, followed by Lisa Ann, approach the conversing doctors.