Origins, part 2

Continued from: [link]

July 6th, 1941
Medical Officer Osipenko, personal journal

I am writing this journal now no longer as simply a means to pass the time while I was on assignment in the kolkhoz, but as a record of what must truly be the most significant scientific find of the 20th century! I do not exaggerate! As I wrote in my last entry, I was in the rural farmland giving injections to the populations of the various collective farms. It became obvious to me that they were being used as guinea pigs in some larger experiment, the end results of which neither myself nor any or my staff were fully aware of. The villagers and even the soldiers with us thought we were simply giving out vitamin boosters for an outbreak of typhus. Do you remember the young girl that had managed to catch my eye, the one that passed me on the road? Olga was her name. Olga Yezhov. Perhaps I was truly wrong about her name after all. Blessed is an understatement for what I believe she is becoming. Let me explain and I apologize if I seem to be rambling. I have seen so much in the past several days.

Shortly after we finished the last of the injections, we completed our records and quickly loaded our equipment back on the trucks to move to the next kolkhoz. As we were heading out of the village, a small child chasing what appeared to be an escaped chicken darted out in front of our truck. The soldier knew that he could not break in time and we prepared ourselves for the worst. A sickening feeling filled my stomach. That girl, Olga, with the short black hair rushed out from behind him and shoved him out of the way of the vehicle only to have it slam into her instead. It was a very brave sacrifice and I jumped out in the vain hope that she was still alive and could possibly be helped. I had thought I was fooling myself as I had heard the sound of the impact and knew it was too late. At best we could put her out of her suffering. What I saw next changed my life forever. The girl was still in the road, crouched down in an last effort to shield her frail body from the heavy vehicle that was about to crush her. Our truck however was completely destroyed. The front end that collided with her body seemed to have split apart as if it were make of tin and wood. The metal and oils lay spilled out all around her as she stood up shaking. She had only a few minor wounds that I easily treated. As if I had needed to! Those wounds all but healed themselves in a matter of perhaps thirty minutes. I immediately loaded her into another of the trucks and whisked her away to Moscow.

Olga was quite shaken and was at the same loss I was. She should have been dead...or at least had a broken bone. But nothing! Not one lasting injury in an accident that ruined our truck. What had we done to this girl? I left the soldiers and most of my staff behind to watch and observe the other members of her family and the village. Was this what the scientists had hoped for? Invulnerability to harm? If all of the Red Army were injected with these formulas they would be an unstoppable juggernaut. The German invaders would not be able to harm them for all their tanks and planes! I explained to the poor, frightened girl that she was of vital importance to the war effort and that her Motherland needed her to be strong and do as she was told. She was very shy and did not speak much the first few days, but she was loyal to her country and to the Party. A brave woman as I have said. Upon arrival in Moscow we met with Commander Popov of the Red Army who took us both to a science division headquarters. I was allowed to stay on and keep track of her medical condition. The commander was not (and still unbelievably is not) as enthusiastic as I was about her abilities, but I feel it was more the fact that she was a shy, naive peasant girl and was not the potential savior of the Soviet Union that I saw. He wanted her to be a man, a soldier in the army with training and discipline. His mind is also distracted with the way the war is going. The counterattack from our forces was an utter failure and today German forces crossed River Dnieper and closed on Smolensk. Over 700 tanks and thousands of Soviet lives lost.

For the last few days and nights she has been run through nothing but test after test. A veritable barrage of them! It is nothing short of amazing I tell you! Her skin and flesh is almost completely impervious to small caliber bullets(to say nothing of truck accidents). And her strength! It nothing short of amazing! Everyday it seems as if she is capable of greater and greater feats of strength! She is capable of lifting hundreds of pounds easily and even lifted one of our trucks with a great deal of effort. Her physical appearance has begun to change as well during this time. She is taller, heavier, more muscular...powerful looking. Already she continues to out-grow the clothing we provided for her and most of the time is wearing next to nothing (luckily the girl seems to not be terribly embarrassed from her time growing up on a collective farm full of men-but she is virtuous, do not get the wrong idea from me about her) I cannot imagine how massive and strong she has the capacity to become and in so short a time! I am beginning to think even the scientists who created this "super-soldier serum" had no idea what kind of genie they had let out of the bottle. They appear just as shocked and surprised as I am...as much as she is at times. Could her entire village be going through this metamorphosis right now? An veritable army of soldiers incapable of being harmed by the enemy?

During this time I have also gotten to know her as a person. She is quite educated for a farmer (much to my surprise and chagrin I must confess) and she is capable of learning things quickly. A very clever girl. She is also highly attractive as I have mentioned and grows possibly more so every day in an odd way. Olga will talk to me about her family and her village, about the war. She seems to understand that she is becoming something...different. As I write these words just the other day she seemingly defied gravity and lifted herself off the ground to hover in mid-air. Is it even possible? Is she capable of flight without wings? Is there any limit to what she is capable of?? These questions continue to excite me (and make me somewhat afraid, God help me) as I watch her day after day. Popov wants to start training her as a soldier soon. No one has told Central Committee yet to my knowledge and he wants to present her as a prototype of sorts. It must be soon as the Germans are almost knocking at our door. I cannot wait to hear what the results are from the villages and kolkhoz to hear the news that soon we are to have an army of brave super-powered Russians like this one young girl.

To be continued...

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Once again, this chapter's artwork was done by the amazing (and amazingly FAST) . I personally feel he has about 3-4 clones that assist him in creating all this wonderful SSW art, plus beautiful works on his own page, plus wonderful renders of other heroines like White-Owl.

Soviet Superwoman, Georgi Osipenko, Commander Popov and the story are my property and creations.

All this occurs decades before her being sent to