Nazi-Germany and the rest of the Axis alliance are invading the Soviet Union. A huge shock to the world and the Allied forces are determined to end the war. Rumors are getting stronger and stronger of the Nazi's holding extra-ordinary powers, much like demons. Their eyes glow red and they have been said to be faster then the eye can see, killing people without remorse. Ofcourse, these are only rumors since noone really experienced it for themselves.
But some people, Allied people, or to be more specific, the Allied smartest minds, quite believe these rumors. They intended to act on it, and they did. Funded by a clever system that transported mere pennies from millions of transactions used to buy military items from all over the world in different countries, caused for a obscene amount of money available to spend on this project. A few of the Allied countries are involved in this, but not everyone is alerted by it and it has been kept top secret.
Undercover spying missions have been set up to find out if these rumors are true, and at the same time to test out the Allied counter-project to battle these demons itself.
It was called...
Project Werewolf.
June 22, 1941, Berlin
The moon lit the streets with a calm and magical atmosphere, and besides the heavily armed patrols that drove and walked by now and then, everything seemed quite calm. A rather small gathering by high ranking german officers had just taken place, and from a white building several of those officers were heading home. The nightly sounds surrounded them as it was on the edge of the city where green reigned more then bricks did.
Two officers seemed to talk rather loudly as they walked over the street, which isn't that special, were it not they were speaking
english.
"You bloody bastard! Next time you talk back to one again of them you'll blow up this entire operation like a teapot that's been overcooked!" one of them spoke with a thick brittish accent. The other waved it off as he stopped and got out a cigarette and lighted it. The streetlamp on the corner of the street lit their faces as their Nazi uniforms were cleary visible, down to their perfect shiny black boots. After blowing out a puff of smoke, the other clean shaved officer chuckled at the apparantly brittish man. "I do believe a teapot would whistle, not explode." he said with a rather straight forward american accent. The brit fumed and them sighed deeply as the american guy presented him a cigarette, which he took. After lighting it he shook his head. "Yes, and as soon as the teapot whistles, people come start running to fix the overheating problem, dear chap! It'd be wise to keep yourself quiet..." he stopped mid sentence as a patrol drove by them, the german soldiers in the car saluting as they drove by slowly. The air was only filled with smoke of the cigarettes until the sound of the engine was gone, and the two men turned to walk into the alley, still discussing heavily.
"I don't see yer problem. I was perfectly polite when that nazi basterd asked my opinion." the american said, grinning as he inhaled deeply from his cigarette. The sounds of their boots echoed through the alley and the Brit let out a hollow laughter. "He asked what you thought of the medal he got awarded with and you rudely told him your grandma could do better then that! If it wasn't for your german being that good I swear..." he stopped mid sentence once again as a dark figure stood in front of them in the alley way. There hadn't been any sounds of walking or anything like that, the figure just was there. As if he had appeared out of nowhere.
"Well well, German officers speaking english in their spare time, that is something you don't hear everyday." said the dark figure with a thick german accent to his english. The two men that had been arguing earlier stood silent, the dark alleyway only lighted behind the figure, causing it to be hard to see his face. The american was first to remove the cigarette from his lips to say something.
Bang!
A gunshot sounded and the cigarette was shot from his fingers. The figure snapped his fingers and a lamp in between the figure and the two pretending-to-be-officers came on. "
Schweinhund! You do NOT speak unless told to!" said the man that appeared in the now light of the lamp, showing his nazi uniform and face.
He pointed the gun he was holding at the two men, but then tossed it away carelessly. "You have foolishly revealed yourself days before this, and I have been ordered to find out your motives." The german man grinned and spread his arms. "But you see, I am rather...impatient. And I will find a different way to make you talk, or silence you, that will ofcourse be up to you two gentlemen." he concluded and to underline that, his eyes started to glow red as his grin revealed two sharp fangs. A slow hiss escaped his lips as the two english speaking men narrowed their eyes but did not flinch at this demonic display.
Slowly they turned their heads to look at each other and the Brit tossed aside his still burning cigarette, turning his head back to the Nazi Vampire. The American grinned, taking off his jacket and tossing it aside, against the wall. "Now ya see, I don't think that goes for us. But as for you..." he said, uttering a short grunt afterwards. Or was it a growl?
Their jackets began to rip apart as their muscles swelled up and became bigger and bigger, and their faces began to extend forward. Hair grew all over their body within seconds until they swiftly completed their transformation with a loud wolf like growl. Two seven foot tall heavily muscled werewolves stood against the Nazi Vampire, who's flaming red eyes looked big and stunned. "Y-you...
Wehrwolf!" he uttered, hissing loudly. The left werewolf had a shaved spot on his shoulder where the american flag could clearly be seen tattooed on. "Yes. Or as the commies called us, Capitalist Pigs. " he growled, grinning. Both of them howled and charged the still shocked Nazi Vampire. Screams and cries filled the night, blood colored the cold stone walls.
The Capitalist Pigs
as
The Allied Werewolves
The Red Eye Demons
as
The Nazi Vampires
[Nazi Vampires]
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