Doctors Paradise

Werner followed Dr. Ziegler through the building. The hallways were nothing special; they could of been the hallways in the buildings he ate lunch or dinner in. Dr. Ziegler was taller than he'd expected. When he'd sat at his desk the day before Werner had guessed him to be about 1.70m but he turned out to be quite a bit taller. Not a giant, but at least 1.85m. 

Ziegler reached for the door handle of a room that read; Dr. Zieglers Versuche (Dr. Ziegler's Experiments). He smiled at his brand-new assistant. "Welcome to a Doctors Paradise." He said and swung open the door. 

The second Werner saw even some of the inside he felt his stomach churn. There was a long white table, a table for human-sized subjects. But it didn't look much like an operating table, it looked more like torture, there were handcuffs built in. The room emmited a certain energy; an energy that felt wrong in every way. He didn't recognize many of the instruments; they were older versions, but he could also tell that they simply wouldn't be allowed in normal hospitals even then. Dr. Ziegler strode in and Werner was forced to follow at his heels. He left the door open until Ziegler nodded at him to close it. He didn't really want to be in a closed room with this man. 

"I assume you realize that the experiments we do here, in Auschwitz and many other KZs are very important for the German army and can give us results that would be impossible otherwise." He said, already justifying the terror that Werner would soon experience. "As I said before, it's a doctors paradise. We are allowed to do anything we want on anyone." He said it with a gleefull smile. "I've done various experiments on adults, children, men and women and so on and so forth. Such experiments would not be possible if it weren't for these Lager...I'm not a fan of staying in such a drear place but the work makes it worth it." As he spoke he put on white gloves that reached to his elbows. "You know what I did yesterday, Werner?" He leaned down, his lips right next to Werners ear. "I dissected somebody without gloves...I felt his heartbeat in my hands for a few seconds before it stopped...that comerde, that is power over life and death." The combination of the psycho's words and his hot breath on Werner's cheek made his skin start to crawl. For the first time in the twenty-two years of his life Werner truely wished that he wasn't alive. His mind told him to run, told him that the doctor might decide to use him as a guinea pig as well. Why would he not? Maybe he wanted to test if there really was a different between the heartbeat of a Jew and a nazi?

"I have to admit," Dr. Ziegler started, turning away from Werner and walking to the other end of the room to a door that Werner had previously been unaware of, "the polish guy, Wojciechowski, he's a good doctor. When I ran some tests on him yesterday he could name everything I was doing...in some ways I wish I could work together with him." He opened the mysterious door. "Wait right there, Werner, I'll go and fetch him." 

So Werner waited. In the little room that could not be compared to any of the hospital rooms he'd ever been in. Even though it resembled them in the way it looked the energy was different. It didn't give off the enegry of trying to help, it gave off the energy of murder. The walls seemed to drip blood, even though they were white and clean; the air smelled sterilized but at the same time almost more metallic. Werner closed his eyes, to block out the terrible picture for a second, but when he closed his eyes he felt a phantom knife cut his chest. He opened his eyes and jumped backwards, expecting to see Dr. Ziegler in front of him with a raised knife. But there was nobody there...The room was haunted, that was for sure. A sick idea planted itself in Werners mind; would the ghost of Dr. Ziegler, would his twisted energy linger in here forever, and did the visitors of this KZ feel that? Did they wonder who assisted him? 

The door opened again and Dr. Ziegler reentered, Wojciechowski followed him. The pole smiled at Werner when he saw him; he recognized the young lad. 

"I've seen you before. You were there when they unofficially interrogated me. You said that I could cure cancer." Being addressed by Wojciechowski made Werner lose his ability to speak. Both of the doctors had a powerfull aura, but Zieglers was dark and cramped wheras the aura of Wojciechowski filled the whole room. Werner felt as if some of the older doctors calmness seeped into him. He was surprised and impressed that Wojciechowski not only recognized him but also knew the context he'd seen him exactly. "A doctor never forgets anything." He added, as if he'd realized that Werner was impressed by his memory. 

"Take a seat on the table, Wojciechowski. I'm glad you already met my new assistant...he's a nice fellow isn't he?"