Awakening Grendel, Stage Three

Ilsa Hauppman strode down the brightly hallways of the special projects division, her booted heels clicking. Every scientist and technician working paused momentarily as she passed by and made sure to snap to attention and give her a salute. She was clad in a tight, black latex bodysuit that hugged and accented her every curve. Even halfway to 40 she could still turn the heads of men and women alike with her sculpted body and youthful Aryan looks. She walked at a quickened pace. She was practically giddy, but that wasn't an emotion she preferred to share with these rank and file operatives. Dr. Henderson was waiting at the end of the hallway. The tall, middle-aged man smiled warmly as she approached. She made a mental note that he didn't salute her as was expected.

"Greetings Reichsführer, and may I say that you look exceptionally breath-taking this morning." The man bowed slightly and reached out, taking her gloved hand and placing a single, brief kiss upon it. She turned the corner of her mouth up, almost in a half-smile. Henderson was odd, yet as charming as he was capable and intelligent. She forgave his ideosincreasies, such as the salute and calling him self the "Red Doctor" (which she made a mental note to ask him about later as it had an implication she did not care for), because he gave her results.

"I trust you are feeling better Reichsführer?"

Ilsa nodded. "Yes, thank you for the concern Herr Doktor. Accompany me if you will and explain the status of Grendel in detail. I read your reports but I want to know everything you and your team have done to her directly from you."

Henderson nodded and fell in line beside her as they headed into the elevator, bound for the lowest level of the facility.

Genocide glanced over as they walked. "I also want to thank you personally Doktor, for not only nursing me back to health, but also for the lovely gifts of Scharführers Keller and Gottfried. These "daughters" of yours are both quite beautiful and resourceful."

Henderson paused for a moment before continuing with her. A "thanks" from this woman was unheard of. He was taken a little off guard, but recovered quickly enough.

"Thank you Reichsführer, I am very honored that you appreciate my work. Speaking of which let me begin by saying that everything about Grendel, everything you accomplished, is staggering. To think that you managed to design and create a working, cybernetic prototype in the early 1950's is amazing. Her technology was dated, but still fully-functional and in perfect working order. She is a testament to your genuis. All my team and I have done is retrofitted her with ultra-modern tech and I must say I think you will be more than pleased with the results!" Henderson's hands worked as he talked. He genuinely was excited talking to her about all this, as if he considered her the only intellectual equal he had ever known.

"Continue please Herr Doktor."

Henderson nodded and went on: "Well her original limbs and dermal armor have been replaced with carbon steel treated with a tungsten alloy. Should be able to withstand even the highest grade military firepower and I have made sure that she is unaffected by electromagnetic weapons short of a nuclear blast shutting her systems down. Her physical strength has also been increased by almost 200% due to heavier lifting servos, and far more powerful pneumatic and flat-motor systems. Her body is now far more dense and her musculature larger and more defined physically. She should be able to throw a truck with ease, anything more than that might rip the arm free from it's moorings however, and leap over a mile if needed. Her top running speed is right around 50 miles per hour. We also took the liberty of implanting neural boosters and adrenaline stimulators along her nervous system. This will increase her reflexes and reaction time ten-fold."

"Her eyes are cybernetic, capable of low-light, night-vision, infrared and thermo-graphic vision along with a flash compensator and of course, are a lovely shade of emerald. Her hearing can be adjusted for high and low frequency as well as shut down completely with a damper against sonic attacks. Now as far as offensive weapons, besides her incredible strength I took the liberty of installing a pair of carbon steel blades in each forearm, diamond-edged of course. She is also equipped with a projectile weapon similar to the prototype I had installed in young Jessica Gottfried. As you requested, her body is also capable of employing an energy-collecting weapon similar to the gauntlets of your own design. Only good for a short burst I'm afraid, but it should render anyone inside the spectrum of her parameters powerless for oh, I estimate about 60 seconds. More than enough time for her to deliver a fatal blow. If I may ask, who is she?"

Ilsa turned to face him and cocked her head to the side.

"She is no-one of importance Herr Doktor, why do you ask?"

Henderson shook his head slowly. "Just scientific curiosity I assure you my dear. It just seems you and I have gone through a great deal of effort to make this young lady a beautiful instrument of death. While I can appreciate the literary context of her name, I simply wondered who it was you had bestowed such a rare gift upon. A comrade in arms from the war perhaps?"


Ilsa listened and stared for a moment before simply nodding.

"From the war, yes."

The elevator reached the bottom level and the doors slid open with a mechanical hiss. It was far darker down here and there were more guards here than present above floor. Ilsa made her way towards a large cryogenic tank across the chamber. She stopped at a small control panel nearby and began to type in her authorization codes. Her mouth was dry and her hands shaking. She had waited so long for this moment and now she would finally see the fruits of her labors. Henderson noticed her excitement and merely arched an eyebrow, standing well behind her in the understanding that this was her moment. Her authorization being accepted resulted in a series of loud metallic whirling sounds as the clamps and locks holding Grendel inside retracted and the heavy steel door swung open wide. The temperature in the chamber dropped and a fine, cold mists shot out of the container and crept along the floor. Ilsa hurried over to the entrance, her nipples hard not only at the cold, but also due to her sheer arousal at the situation.

From out of the container stepped a tall, heavily muscled woman clad in a tight, black leather bodysuit reinforced with armor plating at vulnerable points. Her head was covered in a helmet and gas-mask, similar to the ones worn by Genocide's shock troops, but much more armored and stylized. She stopped after several feet and bowed her head at Genocide. Ilsa ran alongside her and began to caress her limbs and body with her hands, fondling and feeling her creation. She was perfect! Ilsa let out a small noise as she ran her fingers across her smooth, metal helmet and down her neck. The feeling was positively electrical as Grendel was flawless and more beautiful than anything she could imagine. She looked over her creation's shoulder to Henderson and smiled widely. He flinched somewhat as it occurred to him that her smile was certainly most unsettling aspect of the woman. It belied emotion.

"Have you selected a suitable target to test her abilities Herr Doktor?"

The man nodded. "I think it will be well within the scope of her abilities Reichsführer."

Genocide leaned in and drew her tongue across the side of Grendel's masked cheek. "Before you move onto larger game my dear."

Grendels eyelids fluttered underneath her blood-red lens and her body trembled as Ilsa's tongue withdrew. Her voice was low and sultry, muffled slightly by the imposing face-mask.

"Yes, my Master."


To Be Continued...
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Once again, thanks to my friend for this amazing image of the completed Grendel's "birth". She has been a labor of love for both of us and there is still much more to come!

Also a special thanks to for allowing me to use his character, the sinister Dr. Henderson.

Genocide and the story stem from my twisted imagination.

Grendel will soon be prowling the roof-tops and alley-ways of