Grendel: Reconditioning

Golden Guardian watched in shock and awe as the very cybernetic creature who had captured her and handed her over to this sick, twisted Nazi had been on the receiving end of that same woman's wrath for the last several hours. She dared not move a muscle or make so much as a sound lest she decided to take any of her obvious frustration out on her. In fact she had no idea what had set her off like this as the bitch had been shrieking in German almost the entire time. What it sounded like happened was that Grendel had failed and apparently failed at something big time. At the moment, Hauppman was behind the nude, hooded figure, who was obviously in a great deal of both pain and pleasure from her torments. Obviously Grendel had been conditioned to derive some form of ecstasy from her own brutalization. She was biting down hard on a riding crop so as to not scream as she was subjected to all manner of the blond woman's hellish appetites. Ilsa tapped on the end, as if to tell her to leave it in place for now as she stood up and walked over to her table. Scattered over the top laid her instruments, stainless steel and sharp all of them, along with a long syringe that she now used to inject herself with her inhibitor. After taking a few long breaths she turned back to her pet assassin.

""You have humiliated me, you know that? You were supposed to be my ultimate weapon and instead you fold at your first real challenge. You let that inferior cybernetic slut make a fool out of you and for what? Did you think I would not have any drones watching you? Now Henderson and his entire cybernetics division are probably laughing at me behind my back. Scheiße! I am going to let you explain this to me now and I had better find your explanation a good one."

Striding over a few steps, she jerked the riding crop out of her mouth. The woman spit out a mouthful of drool onto the stone floor. She might have coughed and gagged had she still required breathing. Ilsa though for a moment about slapping her across the face with it again, but she was already tired from earlier and went back over to her work table.

"I don't know what happened...I had her...the energy burst had affected her and her systems were re-booting. It hadn't worked like I thought it would have, by shutting her down completely, but we've never tested it on a cyborg of her design."

"And this is what caused you to pause? You still had ample time to stab her dead."

"No...I had a vision. When the woman fired her beam of intensified heat at me, I had a...memory? Something I remember from... Whatever it was, it distracted me. It was so vivid at the time, but now I cannot remember it at all."

Ilsa leaned back for a moment, tapping her long fingers on her table-top. Her face was stone. "You had a memory?"

"I think so, but I cannot recall it now in any of my systems. It was as if I had seen...experienced that form of attack before. Or seen it somewhere else, from another lifetime."

Hauppman ran a hand through her hair. "Is that all? Nothing more than that?"

"Yes Mistress. Is it from my life...before you granted it back to me?"

Ilsa smiled coldly, glad that the masked woman could not see the delight in her eyes and expression. "Yes...I am going to tell you why you remember that 'heat vision'. You have seen it before, many years ago, but from a different woman. Do you want me to tell you more...it may be painful for you to hear my child? I had hoped you would not remember to spare you from this."

The undead, cybernetic woman did not display any emotion. "Please, I must know so it will not distract me again from our goals."

Ilsa knelt down, sitting in front of her on the floor. For a brief second she gave a surreptitious glance to Guardian, like she was making her a silent partner, before looking back at her creation. "You have seen it from the same woman who has tormented my life and ruined the dreams of our great nation and Führer. The very same woman you have been trained and upgraded from birth to destroy: the verdammt Soviet Superwoman. You saw that laser vision in your last breaths of life as she shot you through the back with it and it exited from your chest. You can still see the scar from it jah? She is the same woman who killed you my beloved creation."

There was a long silence as Grendel was obviously rolling that around in her head. When she next spoke her voice was low, the rage and fury that it held being kept in check. "Why?"

Ilsa's brow furrowed. "Enough! I have satisfied your curiosity. All that you need to know is that she took your life and I gave it back to you my old friend. You are Grendel and you are mine now. There can be no more delays. I am going to have your systems checked-over and upgraded where needed and then you will go and kill that Slavic dog for both of us."

"But my pulse-weapon was..."

"I have already tested it on Sowjetischen Superfrau in the past. It will work correctly, stunting her powers long enough for you to sink your blades deep in her throat, watch her gurgle up blood and die. You already know what to do before vision leaves her body jah?"

Grendel nodded slowly. "I am to remove my mask and tell her that you send your regards. Then I am to salute her before she enters oblivion."

"Wunderbar. Then I want you to bring her body back to me along with a recording of her painful death. A present for Walkiria I should think. After I am have managed to replicate her DNA and the chemical composition of her blood, I will enjoy adding her powers to my already formidable Aryan body. It has been far, far too long in coming. For now however I need to go and speak with our Herr Doktor Henderson. You are to remain here until I have you collected, understood?"

"Yes Mistress. Thank you for explaining things to me."

She listened as she heard Ilsa's boot heels click up the stairs until the only sound that could be heard was the quiet breathing of Golden Guardian behind her. Grendel was positive there was much that Ilsa was not telling her. Or that she was lying about. She had been listening for certain tones and inflection in her voice pattern. She hoped that after she killed the Soviet woman that Genocide would tell her more about her past. The incident with Diamond the other night had not been the first flash of remembrance she had experienced. Certain smells she had no reference for, certain images she had no recollection of. Haunting music that she struggled to put a name to.

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