Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Hey guys! I have been taking a creative writing class and decided to start posting some of my stories. Sorry I took a break from the blog, but I am getting back on it. So here is my latest short story:





Experiment: Veronica

                Ah, my dear Veronica. What a beauty. I remember heading to my class and meeting her at the foot of the stairs. She had just gotten out of work at the library and was running down them. When we collided, my glasses flew off my face and books were scattered everywhere! We looked so foolish! But it was then that I saw her beautiful green eyes and knew I needed to be with her.
                We dated like any young lovers would, timidly. It took three months for us to hold hands! She always said the sweetest things to me. She would help me with my work by encouraging me to do my best. Finally after I had finished school we got married and I was so happy to be able to have her as my wife. She was beautiful Aphrodite with Athena’s mind.
                I began working for the Third Reich. We began to experiment different ways of making our soldiers stronger and faster. I worked tirelessly with Veronica standing right beside me, occasionally giving advice even though she was not a scientist but just a loving wife. When I began to grow frustrated with mistakes, she would calm me down with gentle words. The experiments ultimately failed. The Third Reich decided to call the program off after losing ten men to the procedures. I was a broken man.
                Veronica had a beautiful, prized ring given to her by her grandma. It was a silver band with a large green stone sitting proudly in the center. Seeing me so upset, she sold it and bought some surplus beakers and burners and put them in the basement for me. I was overcome with joy! I began working at once to make anything I could and it made her so very proud. It was difficult to find the resources I needed to work with, so it was she who would go to laboratories and beg other scientists for some. I didn’t want her to do such a thing for me, but she was a strong, loving wife and did it despite my protests. One time the Gestapo caught her and interrogated her for her suspicious behavior, but she informed them that her husband was working in the laboratory, so they let her go, thinking I was still an employee. Oh, what a sneaky woman she was!  With her scavenged supplies I was able to make pills that contained many necessary vitamins, shots that ease pain, and many other things. The Third Reich became interested in me and my work once again. They funded me and gave me the materials necessary, and Veronica no longer had to put herself in such dangerous and embarrassing situations.
                It was horrible the day I had the accident in my lab. My formula exploded due to excessive heat and was splashed all over the floor. It was one of my most promising tests too. I created a solution that would drive my enemies mad, at first slowly but then rapidly, until they destroyed themselves and others. I didn’t want Veronica to help clean, being concerned she would be affected by it. When I was downstairs, she must remain upstairs. I would never let her be put in a dangerous situation again. As I cleaned the terrible, terrible mess, I made sure none of it would be left behind. I put the rags I used in a trash bag and kept it in the basement for when I would be able to dispose of it. That is when Veronica started to get sick.
                I noticed over the next couple of weeks that she had rashes on her forearms. When I would confront her about it, she would tell me that there was no problem. She was always brave like that. I got slightly nervous for her and found that my trash bag full of the formula soaked rags was gone. She tried to tell me she didn’t take it out. I believed her until she began acting differently. When she would wash the dishes she inspected them like she had done in the past but now she seemed to look more closely, almost as if making sure there were no bugs. When I would offer to clean them for her she would tell me that I do not clean them properly because I never double checked for remaining food. She obviously had become paranoid.
I kept to a normal schedule despite her abnormal behavior. Why didn’t I realize the signs and react? I continued my work, but constantly met trials such as not having supplies or not being able to come up with the correct formula. I was so selfish. Though leaders of Deutschland complimented me for being one of their greatest scientists, I knew it was just Veronica having them say that in order spare my feelings. This is when I began my work to make explosive toads, and rabbits that flew. She would tell me I was working too much and was losing my mind! Ha, she was such a jolly joker.
                The rash began to spread to her face, but she denied it, saying she saw nothing. My poor love couldn’t realize she had been affected by the formula. I felt terrible, and I couldn’t let anyone else get sick. Fearing my experimental infirmity could be contagious I locked Veronica in the house and made sure she could not leave. It was then that her illness turned for the worse; she turned on me! She began calling me mad and told me I needed help. I couldn’t let this go on. I began to look for a cure to help my poor Veronica. I worked day and night, constantly hearing the sounds of her banging against the doors and screaming out for help.
                She was not compliant when I began to cure her. She would scream, twist and beg to be set free. I wanted to, but first she had to be healthy again. None of the cures seemed to work! My wife needed me and I couldn’t help her! I knew I needed to go to more dramatic measures. I raised all her dosages. Slowly she began to shout less and become more docile, like her normal self.
                One day, when I came into my laboratory, I found my love, my all, dead. Her body could not handle my help. I had failed my love again.
                She still lives on now. Her beautiful heart sits waiting for me in the house just as if she were still alive. The rest of her body, however, could not stay, as it would have been too difficult and painful for me to handle. When the police found her in the river they concluded she was experimented and tortured to death. I am unfortunately not able to stay with my dear Veronica because I am in a cell for “murdering” my wife and also for being “insane”. If only they knew she was just sick and needed help. One day I will return to rip open the floor boards to hold my wife’s heart. Luckily her beautiful eyes were small enough to fit into my pockets. Every time I look at them, I remember our first meeting.
                                                -Dr. Schultz Kempler
Journal Entry Found on Prisoner 12956 Before Execution

April 19, 1944

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