BLOODWORTH IV: Peter Strikes Back by Tai Goodman (novel books to read .TXT) 📕

She walked over to Kraut with a pill-case. Her tender hands opened the case as if she was opening a crocodile's mouth for it. Inside was a red pill. With two fingers, they clamped the top of the tablet and stuck the pill in Kraut's mouth. The pill dissolved immediately. "It's a psychological drug. Whatever he wouldn't have told you, he will now." 

Peter grabbed Kraut by his hair and held it upwards. "Look at me- LOOK AT ME! Where's Meindabann. All details, no shit!" 

"From vhat I recall.. 44 avenue, big brown brick building... Three story... Several parking meters are in front of zhe entrance.." 

Peter patted him on the head. "Good boy. Natasha, you wanna come?"

"Sure. Let's find this maniac."

 "I bet you saw the name of the chapter, and you're wondering... 'Is this the part where the not-so-important-but-at-this-point-is-important-guy dies? Yes. It is. And you get to see all the details. SO if you haven't guess, this is about to get REALLY messy." 

Meindabann was in his office, neatly stacking papers on top of each other. The telephone on his desk rang. "Nehmen Sie bitte den Anruf entgegen," he told the phone's automated microphone. The call transferred to the audio output.

"Hey, Enrich, it's me, Gustaff."

"Ah, greetings Gustaff. How may I help you today?"

"Well, you know that mass-murderer with the baseball bat, right?"

"Mhm... Vhat about him?"

"Well.. He might've broke into the filing station and stole his own file..."

"UND NOBODY DID ANYTHING ABOUT IT?"

"No, Kommandant. I wish there was nearby security but they went on break. We tried to fight back ourselves but it didn't do anything."

"Schisse.... Vell, send one of the surveillance majors to make a new file. It's zheir duty to restore zhe lost files in case of theft." 

"Alright, thanks a lot Kommandant."

"Nein, danke schon. Heil Fegelein."

"Right, Heil Fegelein."

The call hung up. Then once he got back to whatever he was doing, there was a loud CRASH two floors below. He dialed the operator. "OPERATOR! WAS WAR DER SOUND?" 

"KOMMANDANT! DER TERRORIST MIT DEM BASEBALL BAT, ER-" 

The call was disconnected. "MMMMRGH! Schisse! Ich muss ALLES selbst machen!" 

He slammed his big hand onto a red button underneath his desk. A suit of armor rose from a lift from underneath a carpet. The suit of armor was covered in hexagonal metal pieces to add ballistic resistance. He stepped inside of it and closed the back. "STURM UND DRANG!" 

Enrich opened up a cabinet and pulled two assault rifles out. Both were fully loaded. He pushed both of their bolts together and cocked both. There was shooting downstairs. Enrich proceeded out of his office and bumped into two of the people in the building. "You! Vhat is happening down zhere!"

"I-I-I don't know, Kommandant! There was a loud crash and- Then there's shooting!"

"Move." 

Enrich trotted past the man and walked over to the stairwell. 

Downstairs on the first floor, Peter knocked the helmet and ear off of a Nazi soldier, and then slammed the bat directly on the man's forehead. 

"FUCK THEM UP!"

Natasha was nearby, stabbing a soldier in the chin with her knife, and then using him as a human shield to incoming gunfire. "PETER! HELP!"

Peter pulled out his assault rifle and took cover behind a bust podium. "HOLD ON! I GOT YOU!"

He fired a shot and blew a hole through a Nazi soldier's teeth and through the back of his skull. Two more came around the corner with shields. Peter identified their gear from his position. "SHIT! THEY GOT SHIELDS, WE GOTTA MOVE UP!" 

Natasha nodded and slowly started moving toward the people. Peter shot two more times and hit the shields instead of the enemy. "FUCK!" Peter screamed. A gestapo swung into the room from a rappeling wire. Peter heard the two feet slam on the ground behind him. Caught between a super athletic spy and two armed men with shields, he was out of room. "Shit, think fast." 

The gestapo whipped out a concealable baton, extending it, and then he squeezed the grip to summon a spinning circular saw blade. "Ho, that don't look good." 

The moment both were about to attack, Peter smiled. "Nah, I have a fool-proof plan." 

The gestapo charged at Peter, who had ducked underneath his feet as he attempted to dropkick him. "NOT TODAY!" he remarked, kicking him over his head into the incoming gunfire from the shields. Natasha dropped her human-shield and flipped over one of the shields. She plunged her knife through one of the soldier's neck, and then slashed the other one twice. In the middle of the room, the gestapo was inching away from Peter, who was walking toward him. 

"Alright- You little son of a BITCH. I'm gonna FUCK YOU UP!" 

Peter whacked the man in the eye and bashed in his face until it was all scrambled into bloody pieces. Natasha smiled and tugged on his sleeve. "Peter, come on, let's go!"

They went around the corner, and Peter accidentally whacked a Nazi in his face, breaking his jaw and injuring him badly. With the other hand, he popped the Nazi in his face with his rifle. Natasha called the elevator. "We can use this to get up to the third floor!"

"Great. I have a feeling some other people are taking the stairs!"

Peter watched three Nazis bust out of the stairwell doors. "FUCKERS! SHOOT 'EM!"

Natasha stole a dropped rifle from the last man Peter murdered, and shot a widespread line of fire. The recoil was all over the place for her. "HOW DO YOU AIM THIS THING?" she squealed. Peter popped one's helmet off, and then shot a bullet clean through his forehead. Then he watched one pulled out a grenade. "SHIT! DUCK AND COVER!"

The soldier pulled the pin, and lobbed it over to Peter's feet. "NATASHA, MOVE!" he yelled at her. Peter collected the live-grenade, and tossed it back to its thrower, blowing the two Nazis to pieces all over the ceiling, wall, and floor. Blood was dripping from the ceiling. Then the elevator went DING! 
"Elevator's here, let's go go go!" Peter screamed out. The doors slid open, with vacant room inside. The two stepped into the elevator and pressed the 3rd floor button. "We're coming Meindabann, fuckle your seatbelts cause you're going to Hell." 

The elevator began to travel up to the third floor. Peter eyeballed Natasha, panting in the corner. "You high and tight there, Natasha?" Peter asked.

"Hehe.... High and tight... That's what she said."

"Yeah. I'm just... Exhausted already. After we kill this asshole, what're we doing next?" 

"We're gonna go get my friend back."

"Oh... The Masked Terror?"

"Damn straight."

The elevator car was disrupted during its travel, stopping at the 2nd floor. "SHIT- THEY CUT THE POWER TO THE CAR!" 

The cables above started to make creaking noises. "We gotta get out, UH, UHHHH.... THE HATCH, GET UP THERE!" Peter yelled, panicking. Above the two was the emergency escape hatch. Peter used the bottom of his baseball bat to pull the latch down and open the hatch door, which swung directly over to Peter and hit him in the head. His vision was blurred. "God... That actually hurt..." 

Peter walked around the hatch that was in front of his face and climbed up the prongs to the ladder. Natasha peered upwards to see people cutting the cables to the elevator. "PETER! HURRY UP!"

Peter's ankle twisted and he fell back into the elevator car, hitting his head on the fall. "OW! MY HEAD!" he grunted. The car started inching downwards. Natasha stepped onto the safety platform and waited eagerly for Peter to exit the car. "COME ON! WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME!"

She aimed above at the people cutting the cables and shot one in the shoulder. "AAGH!" 

Natasha fired again, and hit the Nazi in his neck. The Nazi lost his grip and plummeted down onto the elevator car with a thud. Peter released the first prong due to the vibration of the car from the impact. Natasha watched one of the cables snap. "PETER!" 

The second one was about to snap, and before it did, Peter bounced through the hole as the cable snapped and the elevator car sunk all the way back down. Natasha grabbed Peter's hand right when the safety platform sky-rocketed all the way up to the 3rd floor. Once it was completely level with the 3rd floor, the small bump ruptured the two's balance. Shots started coming towards the doorway, so Natasha heaved Peter onto the platform. "Get ready." 

The two stepped beyond the doorway and Natasha was dropkicked back down into the elevator shaft. "AAAAAHHH!"

"NATASHA!"

Peter gaped at the long dark hole that Natasha fell all the way down to her death. "No. No no no NO! There's no fucking way she's dead. Not when we're this close." Peter was rotated to face a Nazi with a grip with a trigger built into it. A tear dripped out of Peter's eyelid. "You.... YOU! ASSHOLE! YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING PAY FOR THAT YOU GODDAMNED SON OF A BITCH!"

The Nazi pulled the trigger on his grip and a sword's blade extended out of the slender hole in the top. Peter identified the person due to his nametag, "Werner." 

The ninja-like swordfighter murmurred, "LIKEWISE." 

Peter dropped the rifle in his other hand and grasped the bottom of his baseball bat with two hands. "You got balls, I'LL GIVE YOU THAT MUCH, YOU NAZI PIECE OF GARBAGE!"

The two clashed melee weapons together, and both looked each other in the eye. Peter's blue eyes locked onto Werner's brown eyes. "You don't sound like a-"

The weapons' force against each other grew larger. 

"-German... What the fuck are you doing in this house of cards?"

Werner kicked Peter through the bottom of the swords and answered, "You're right. I'm from Britain. Came to America in 1944, joined the Third Reich in '45. If you can't beat them..." 

Flames sparked up the side of the blade that Werner held. 

"JOIN THEM."

Werner demonstrated his sword's ability by slashing a bust diagonally. Peter's elbow bumped into the stock of his rifle. "Guns are better than swords, DICKHEAD!" 

Werner noticed a fire extinguisher on the wall, and punctured the metal surface of it. A cloud of vapor erupted from the hole and covered the area. Peter fired into the cloud. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? GET THE HELL OUT HERE SO I CAN RIP YOU APART!" 

Peter's rifle was stolen by Werner, who was standing behind him. Werner fired all of the rest of the bullets in the magazine at the ceiling. Peter whacked the rifle out of Werner's hands, and continued the melee fight. Werner pulled a device out of the back of his pants and threw it unnoticably behind Peter. Footsteps were approaching. Peter kicked Werner away and turned around. "What the f-?" 

On the floor was a noise-making distraction. And then Peter was slashed in the back with Werner's sword. "That's like a knife through my heart... Actually, yeah, it's EXACTLY like that." 

Peter twisted around and fell backwards, crawling in the opposite direction from Werner. His hand was slighlty cut by a fragment of the fire extinguisher's body. "There's something to grab, Pete." Peter slung the metal piece at Werner, and hit him in the shoulder. Werner proceeded through like nothing happened. "Wait... I GIVE UP! DON'T HIT ME! PLEASE!" 

Peter was then impaled through the stomach by Werner's sword. The flames burned his insides, and then switched off. All there was, was a regular blade in his side. 

"I went to Japan, once. Some... random