TLM hero of the sea meets Biggles hero of the sky

[swemer]

This is my first shot at writing fan fiction based on the little mermaid. Our story takes place during WWII, in both the sea and air, because I have chosen base the story around two of my heroes as a little boy: The Little Mermaid and W.E Johns Biggles. Please note that this Mermaid is Melody's GRANDCHILD.
For you that want to know W.E Johns better please check the following links: www.biggles.info/ www.wejohns.com/
I'll try to draw some pictures to accompany it later on.
Hope you'll like it. These are the 2 first chapters and I have tried to mimic the style of W.E Johns in the Biggles part of the story.
Oh and some info:

23/4-05 Fanfic started.

24/4-05 Some stupid errors corrected, such as colour of Biggles Eyes....
Sorry 'bout that one....

25/4-05 Another Picture Uploaded, for chapter 2

26/4-05 Chapter III uploaded. This is just a small cliffhanger...

27/4-05-29/4-05 I need to take a break from fan fiction for a while... Have 2 essays for university to write, and one to correct. Sorry... But I might be able to do somekind of illustration for chapter III. I'm under a lot of stress right now... I'll continue the story in the middle when things have cooled down a bit at University.

14/6-05 Okay, I ran on a bit of a snag on how to continue the story, but now I am ready to upload chapter IIII. It is the darkest chapter yet, so happy reading. I'll upload pictures for it soon.

2/7-05 Uploaded chapter V, another cliffhanger I'm afraid to say...

11/7-05 Upload of chapter VI... I am sorry that I could not come up with a better ending for this chapter, but hey, we cannot win them all... You'll get to know our main villain in chapter VII that I will have ready for you in a couple of days... So keep on reading...

31/7-05 It has been a long time... And yet I only have a little to give you... But don't worry... I'll try to upload the next chapter (VIII) as
soon as possible... Anyway I hereby give you chapter VII, the hardest one to write yet... But I promise I'll make it up to you in chapter VIII.
It could be nice to get some opinions on the story... Even if you don't like it, please say so then... It is even worse to get no opinion at all than to get the "you stink"... So tell me what you think about it so far.

9/9 -2005 Although I do not have acces to the internet yet at my new crib, I did manage to get my old powerbook running... I therefore proudly present to you chapter 8 and 9! Hope you'll like em!

14/1 - 2006 Long time no writing. But at last I have finished chapter 10, and I promise that chapter 11 is soon to follow. Sorry about the delay.

Chapter I "Trouble"

Biggles, was for once worried. He had been sent out over the English channel as a bomber escort -a routine mission- there had been no troubles with his spitfire and the bombers had not encountered any Germans on way to the target. On the way home it was a different story, though, out of nowhere there had appeared no less than 20 Messerschmits that had torn at least half of the bomber formation apart. One of the bombers had exploded with a horrific BANG as the fuel tanks had been hit. At last the British fighters that had been momentarily stunned by the suddenness of the attack had managed to drive off the German Fighters. During the fight Biggles had made a huge mistake, he had lost contact with his squadron mates as he was chasing one of the Schmits. Now he was on his own, with just enough fuel left to barley make it home.


As he was flying alone over the channel, cursing his bad luck, disaster struck again, from behind. All he heard was the rattle of machine-guns and as he turned his head he saw a strange looking plane with German Crosses, it had no propeller but two strange pods under each wing, and that was all he saw before the sickening sound of a wing being torn apart reached his ears. His instinct told him to put on the oxygen mask. His plane fell into a sickening spin, his head hit the dashboard, and he lost consciousness. The plane fell like a burning meteor down into the channel, where it broke apart with a thunderous splash.


Meanwhile a mermaid, that had been swimming around in the channel looking for things in sunken ships, saw the meteor that was the severed spitfire crashing into the sea just a little less than 500 meters away from where she was swimming, and she was paralyzed momentarily by the sound and blase of the oil burning on the waves.


Chapter II "Rescue"

She swam quickly towards the place where the ocean was burning, knowing that time was short. She had never actually seen a pilot and a plane before but she had heard, and seen by the numerous shipwrecks that a war to terrible was raging in on the surface. She saw the young man, sitting unconsciously with his head lolling in the torn apart thingypit with a strange mask over the face, and she tried to pull him out from the seat. She could not do it, however, and time grew even shorter. She found that he was securely fastened to the seat by some kind of contraption, and she could not figure out how to pull it off from him. Desperately, she took a glass shard that had broken from the thingypit, and tried to cut him loose. On the second try the straps gave with a snap hand he started to flow free inside what was left of the thingypit. With one last desperate tug from her he was free of the thingypit and she swam with all her might up to the surface with him.

He came to, blinking at the sharp light and feeling a sharp pain issuing from his left temple. He tried to remember what had happened to him, recalling only the rattle of the machine-guns, the sickening sound of a wing torn apart, and then he passed out again.

When he came to again it was dusk. The ache in the temple had subsided down to a dull throbbing pain. Immediately his stomach turned and he threw up a lot of sea-water. After this he felt a little better, but not much. To his surprise he heard singing from somewhere to the right. The song was sweeter than any he had heard before in his life. Still he was so shocked that he jumped upon his feet, turned to the right and reached for his gun. He stopped his last move when he saw that the voice belonged to a young girl, at least that was what he thought at first.

She had been watching over him from a distance, and seen when he came to the first time. His eyes had been blank with panic and fear and he had been screaming, his handsome face screwed up with fear. Then he had passed out again, this time so long that she had to return to the sea two times for half an hour each to give her gills some moisture. She passed the time waiting for him to come to singing the songs that her grandmother had sung for her when she was young.

"How much do I love you?
How Much do I care?
Would you believe it if I told you,
That I would give my life for you
All my devotion, all my care?"

She was not completely sure about all of the words, it had been so long ago, so many years. Her grandmother had died when she was just eight and it had been a bitter blow to her. She was the middle child and she had had no one else to turn to except her grandmother, that was as adventurous as she was. She had but one treasure left from her; a medallion in shape of a clam, that when opened displayed a magic image of Atlantica, with mermaids swimming around it.

She was daydreaming while singing and was jumped by the harsh cry: FREEZE!
She looked around startled and saw the young man standing there, brown fire from his hazel eyes. When he looked at her he seemed to relax a bit and took the hand away from the strange object on his hip. Then he looked shocked instead, but he was not making any hostile gestures towards her, at least that was what she thought.

He was shocked to find that the girls body ended in a slim, dark green fishtail. At first he just stood there to startled to speak. Then questions began to form in his head, and he spoke: Was it you that rescued me, and who are you?

TO BE CONTINUED---->

[powerdroid]

Many of us here in the States are not aware of who Biggles is, except in those Monty Python sketches.

My primary suggestion is to break up your paragraphs. No one wants to be overwhelmed with a wall of words. Nice, bite-size paragraphs make it more reader-friendly.

As to the title of your story, do you still want it to start with an "M"?

[swemer]

Chapter III "Worries"

As Dusk was falling over Duxford air base, Algy, Ginger and Bertie had begun to worry over their friend.
- He should have been here for hours ago, Algy said, not hiding his worry from the others. Even if Biggles had lost formation, they all knew that he would be able to return by himself, maybe a little later than the rest of the formation, but he would return nonetheless. Now however, it had passed more than three hours, and they all realized that something really bad must have happened to their friend.
Ginger looked towards the hangar and his plane. He said: I'm going up there to look for him, he might have been able to swim to the shore on the German controlled side.
- I think that that is not such a good idea, there will be dark soon, and the Germans have night patrols and Anti Air Guns that are just waiting to shoot down a lone pilot replied Bertie, and adjusted his monocle.
The only thing we can really do is to talk to Raymond, and wait for tomorrow to organize a search party, even if chances are slim that we actually find something said Algy, and looked into the blood-red evening sky.

Major Raymond could not hide his worry for Biggles, even if Algy heard that Raymond tried to sound formal, and act with his normal coolness.
As Algy put his proposal for a search party to be organized, he met no protests from Major. Raymond. Instead Raymond said that he gave the idea his full support, he even ordered for all of them to begin search in the morning instead of doing their normal escort duty.

The message from Raymond would keep their hopes up, at least until they would be done with their search.

[powerdroid]

Well, it has been tightened up. You're doing a good job, including the addition of illustrations. Keep writing.

[swemer]

Chapter IIII "Knowledge"

-Yes, she said, looking at him with big, almost black, eyes. I rescued you, because I saw your aircroft, your sky carriage, in flames.
He thought, she means aircraft, but he did not correct her. Instead he asked again, "who are you or maybe the right question is what are you".
She looked a little offended at the question, but she answered it nonetheless:
-I'm a Mermaid, and the name is Myrrhia. I come from the city of Atlantica, but I think it is much more fun to explore new parts of the ocean, especially the forbidden ones, such as this one. She said this in a singing voice that had some glee in it.
- I love this part of the ocean because there is always new shipwrecks to explore...

This comment from Myrrhia sent shivers down Biggles spine. He knew that the "new" shipwrecks where the result of the Germans' "Wolfpack", submarines stealthier than any other weapon known to man. And of course the anti-ship mines also got their share...

She continued: Most of the ships transport so boring stuff though... Strange objects made out of iron, that are far to heavy for me to carry...
Oh and then there are those strange metal objects that sweeps the bottom of the sea... Black and slender like metal wales, but instead of fins they have some kind of spinning disk that propels them forward... Strange things bobbing on the surface as well here... My uncle touched one of them and he exploded and vanished.
What is going on up there? My father spoke about something called war, and that you are trying to kill each other, but why should you want to do anything so stupid?

-Because we are stupid I guess... I have never thought of it that way before. Why everything started in the first place. Yes, I guess it is because we humans are kind of stupid. You see some years ago, there was a big war as well. The nation that started it got repelled, and the human world got back into something that could be called peace. The world, however was in ruin, and some of the people that lived in the nation that had stood on the loosing side in the first war thought that they should get revenge. A evil man saw his chance and started to convince the people in the nation that war was the only way to get dignity back to their country...
At first the nations that had won the first war didn't care about the new development in the nation that lost. But as the power of this man got stronger, the nations realized that something had to be done....

Biggles broke off, as a sound that seemed familiar to him reached his ears... The sound of engines... Soon he could see black silhouettes in the sky, some of them trailing billows of smoke, and his heart sank. It was German bombers, returning home. He was in enemy territory, and the situation had turned from bad to worse.

What is it, Myhhria asked him.
We are in a bad situation, Biggles replied, or at least I am...
You see the aircraft that just passed over us are the Evil mans and they are returning home... So we are in quite a nasty spot, because if jerry finds us...

-RAUS! A voice cried sharply from the left of their position. A young tall man with cold eyes looked at them, and had a submachine gun pointed straight at Biggles.
-Lassen Sie Ihre Pistole. Schnell!
Biggles saw no other option than to comply with the order, and he dropped his gun on the sand.

Meanwhile another, older man had approached from the right of their position had a look at Myrrhia, before he cried to his companion with astonishment:
- Das Mädchen hat einen Fischschwanz! Ich nicht belive es!
- Was?! Was Art des unsinnes ist die?
- Ich erkläre Ihnen, daß sie einen Fischschwanz hat!

From the mans shocked appearance, Biggles could derive that he had noticed Myrrhia's fishtail.

-Was sollen wir mit ihr tun?
-Wir nehmen sie mit uns, Doktor Ouberkoppf sind glücklich, einen Blick an ihr zu haben.

Turning to Biggles the first man pointed with his gun and said:
Hergekommen und keine Tricks! Wir werden das Oberst sehen.
Raus!

And with these words, Biggles was led away with the gun of the old man in his back. The young man carried Myrrhia. Soon they reached a car, and the old man ushed Biggles into the passenger seat by pointing his gunbarrel harder into Biggles' back. The old man then took place in the backseat with Myrrhia.
OH- I vergaß fast, wir müssen blindfold sie, the young man said before entering the dirivers seat. He was just to put on a black strap of cloth over Biggles' eyes, but the old man was faster than him, and hit Biggles in the back of the head with the butt of the gun so that he fainted.

Myrrhia looked at the two men with disgusted black eyes that where pulsating with a red, almost hellish glow. If the young man would have noticed he probably would have been very afraid to approach her with the blindfold.
Now, he just laughed as he put it on to her, and made a bad joke to his friend about how pretty she was and that it was a shame that she was half mackerel and that doctor Ouberkoppf probably would kill her with his "questioning".

To be continued --->

[emily]

This is very good. You're very talented! Please keep posting! =D

[swemer]

Well, I will, problems in the next chapter, should I make a small cliffhanger again... Hmm... Hard and difficult choice...

[emily]

I think you should, I like cliff hangers. =)

[swemer]

Well you never know... I might just do one...
At least I found a hilarious new word:
Fischschwanz... So funny!

[swemer]

Chapter V "Sea the Consequence"

Maryna was worried about her daughter; Myrrhia had left the palace early after having a terrible argument with her and Eranos, Myrrhia's father. The argument had been about the usual things, how Myrrhia should be more like her sisters and not swim away so often from the palace.

Maryna sighed. She thought that her mothers stories was the thing that had shaped Myrrhia into becoming so adventurous. It felt good to blame her mother about this, because of the guilt she felt. Myrrhia had been three years old when Maryna gave birth for the third time. All attention had gone towards this new child and Myrrhia had been a bit neglected by her mother, father and older sister. The only one she had to turn to was her grandmother, Melody.
Melody had told her the stories about how she chose to become a mermaid, and returned to her mother Ariel's roots. Maryna had never been interested in those stories, she shared the opinion of most of the merfolk, that although humans was generally nice, the undersea world and the world on land should be kept apart.

Her husband Eranos was of the nearly the same opinion, although he tried to keep himself updated about what happened in the world on land he didn't want to have any actual business with landfolk. He was worried about the news of war on the surface and land. And he was not amused by the idea that his daughter was going into the war torn places of the sea. He had served in the last war between merfolk, and seen horrors that where unimaginable. That last war had taken place some 20 years ago, and it stood between the Barbarians of the Baltic Sea and Atlantica. The Barbarians, a fierce, but in many ways primitive tribe of merfolk had come to sack Atlantica. They succeeded to penetrate into Atlantican borders, and killed many merfolk, mermen, mermaids and babies. None where spared, but they where speared... Oh yes, that was the most gruesome sight - young merfolk sitting pierced on poles, while sharks -the vultures of the sea- cruised around them taking chomps out of the corpses.

Melody, that was queen of the sea at the time, had ordered all young men out to battle, including the man she was married to.
Melody's husband was never to return. He fell in the last battle when the Atlanticans had managed to push back the Barbarians towards their borders. He had turned around to save Eranos with a bolt of his trident, that Melody's Grandfather once had used to save Melody with. Then a Barbarian had managed to hit him in the back with a spear. He had dropped the trident. This was the last thing Eranos, and anyone else saw of the king. They had managed to find the trident, but the body was never to be found.

He had been one of the six that returned the trident to Atlantica. Melody sat in her throne, stiff and silent. Her eyes where red from crying, they could see that the news had hit her quite badly. But now she sat silent in her throne, she just took the trident from them, held it in her hand and sighed.
Eranos was the only one that noticed the girl that sat beside Melody. It appeared she was crying softly. Eranos swam to her side, and began to talk to her. The girl was Maryna.
Maryna had looked into his eyes, that where pulsating with a deep blue light.
Three weeks later they where married.

This Maryna thought, was some of the strangest memories she had. She had felt so thorn apart and sad, but yet so happy to have Eranos. She was snapped back to reality by her husbands worried voice.
- Where is that girl? Do you think we were to hard on her? I just think it is dangerous out there.
- Don't worry Eranos, Myrrhia can take care of herself, and besides I am certain that she will be back soon...
- Yes, but she has never been gone for so long before! Oh why did we have to argue!
- Thankfully she is fast to forgive. She will come back.
- But what if she cannot return! What if the humans have captured her! There is a war going on up there!

Maryna snapped and began to cry. She had tried to be strong and not let her emotions show. Now she released her worries, and it felt better.
Eranos eyes pulsated with that deep blue light, the color they were when he was concerned about something.
Maryna had fallen in love with those eyes the first time she saw them. It was also the only physical thing Myrrhia had inherited from her father; the ability for the eyes to change color as emotions switched.
It often looked sweet, but it could also be a scary feature, even if one was used to see it as Maryna was. This morning had been such an occation. Myrrhia's eyes had been deep black and pulsating with a red almost hellish glow. Her fathers on the other hand had been a cold light blue color, almost like ice.
Now, however, Eranos eyes where the deep blue color they had when he was concerned. He held the crying Maryna in his arms, trying to comfort her.
I'll start a search party tomorrow he said. We cannot do anything now. The waters where Myrrhia went are far to dark and dangerous at night.
- Oh, Erano-o-s she cried, I am so worried. I have blamed my mother for Myrrhia's adventurous stroke. Now I can see that I am to blame as well... I have not cared for her enough...

He tried to comfort her, but he knew she was partly right about it. They had, in a way ignored Myrrhia.
He sighed. All they could do was to wait for the dawn, and hope that Myrrhia was not in trouble.

But they were wrong, trouble had just begun for their daughter as they spoke...

TO BE CONTINUED--->

[emily]

Very good! I love cliffhangers, but this one is too good!!! You must continue! =D

[swemer]

Will do... Have to takre my time tough...

[swemer]

Chapter VI Myrrhia, Mermaid Myrrhia.

The car moved fast on bumpy road, Myrrhia, who was blindfolded, could not predict when the next bump would come, and several times her head hit the car ceiling, something that amused the two men that had captured her. The old man put his hand on her fishtail, and she tried to remove it. The old man responded by digging his gun into her side and said some hard words in the strange language.
She felt an anger towards those two men unlike any anger she had ever felt before.
The old mans touch made her feel dirty. She wanted to cry, but she knew that that would make the men laugh even harder.

She fought against the tears as the car sped onward on the bumpy road. Suddenly, without warning, the car stopped. She could feel some cold night air against her face, and she could hear the young man talking to an unknown voice.
- Ja, zwei Spione.
- Passieren, Ich spreche mit dem Oberst, er werde erwarten Sie.

The car moved on at a slower pace, and now the road it traveled on felt smoother.
Suddenly the car stopped again, and the blindfold was removed from her eyes.
Bright light hit her eyes and she had to squint. Slowly she got used to the light. The first thing she saw was Biggles, still unconscious, being carried away by two other men dressed in grey uniforms. Two other men approached her, then stood stunned as they saw her tail.
Then they walked towards her by an order from the old man, grabbed her in a rough manner in the arms and the tip of the tail and began to carry her away.
Her protests to this treatment was all in vain. They only responded in their strange language, and gripped her even harder.
They walked through two huge hangars, where behemoth shapes stood in darkness. She understood that the shapes must be aircraft, but of an unimaginable size.

They carried her through a door which led into a long hallway, with big grey doors on either side. Probably they led into other rooms with aircraft, she thought. Her carriers did not stop at either of them though. They walked towards the end of the hallway, where a much smaller door was situated. The man carrying her tail released his right hand from the grip and pressed a small button next to the door.
A noise came from behind the door and it opened to reveal a small chamber.
The men carried her into the chamber, pressed another button, and the small room began to descend.
Suddenly it stopped with a small jolt, and they carried her out of the elevator.
This hallway had doors made out of oak on either side and the hallway was lit by chandeliers. The men carried her towards a door on the right hand side of the hallway, knocked and got the reply:
- Kommen Sie!


To Be continued--->

[emily]

Very good, please continue! =)

[swemer]

Chapter VII - Interrogation
The men opened the door, which led into quite a large room, which contained a desk out of oak, a persian rug, and other things that looked highly valuable. The chair behind the desk was turned away from the three that entered the room.
A firm voice came from the chair, gave some orders on the language that Myrrhia did not understand.
The orders where complied however, by the men seating Myrrhia in a chair in front of the desktop, and then leaving the room.
Myrrhia sat staring at the back of the chair on the other side of the desktop. Slowly it began turning to reveal a man that seemed to be around Biggles age, but there the likenesses stopped.

This man, Myrrhia thought, must be clever but cold. She could read that out of his cold blue eyes, that had nearly the same color as her fathers eyes when he was angry. A chill went through her spine as he looked at her. Then he began to speak, in almost perfect english.
- So you are the new kind of weapon the British have put together to stop us?!
A girl with a fishtail? What possible damage can you do? Answer me, and I will not have to send for the good doctor...
- I am not a weapon. And who are the British you are speaking about?
- Don't lie to me, Spione! I know you came in company with another man!
Wasn't the plan for you to infiltrate this facility?
- No! We didn't even know that this place existed! I rescued him, Biggles...
- Biggles! Do you speak true spionen?
He said this in an upset voice, and his face, that she now noticed had a scar crossing over one of the eyebrows, had turned pale.
- I, it is true. He said his name was Biggles.
- Then you are a spy! I know Biggles! Since you wont tell me what your mission was, I am going to use some persuasion...
- No, please, she said, trying to plead to him although she already knew it was useless. I am not a spionen!
- Soldat!
This exclamation was followed by the doors being opened and the two men entering again.
- Herr Oberst?
- Nehmen Sie dem Doktor das Mädchen... Sie ist ein Spion! Und holen Sie den Mann hier!
- Ja herr Oberst!

To Be Continued --->

[Merstar]

This is good stuff, please continue

[swemer]

Thank you.. I am working on chapter VIII

[swemer]

Chapter VIII Unexpected Alliance

Biggles awoke, his head throbbing with pain and his throat swollen from lack of water. It felt as if his scull had caved in, leaving the back of his head unprotected. He put his hand on the back of the scull to get a feel for how bad the damage was, as he reached the lump where the old man's Machine gun butt had hit him he grinned with pain, and his eyes filled with tears. His scull was not broken, anyway, and that was although small, a kind of comfort... He looked around, his eyesight still blurry from the tears and from the pain. Slowly his eyesight cleared, and revealed to him that he was in a small prison cell, dimly lit from some grimy yellow light bulbs. The cell was guarded by a young man that looked quite different from the other Germans. He looked unsure, tired, and maybe, Biggles wasn't sure at this, sad.
The man turned around, and Biggles could see that although the man was young, his eyes where those of an old man, vacant and almost dead.
The man must have been through some horrible event, that he had not been able to recover from.

Biggles decided that he should try to ask the man for a little water, since his small cell lacked a washbasin, or any other source of water what so ever.
Normally Biggles would have been able to speak perfect german, he had even once worked as a spy for the British on a highly dangerous mission, were he had met his arch enemy, captain Erich von Stalhein for the first time.

Now, with his head throbbing with pain. he could only remember a few words of german. They came out in a squeak, much like the sound of an unoiled door-hinge.

- Wasser.... bitte?
At first the guard seemed lost in thought and didn't respond either in word or in action, and Biggles had to repeat his pleading with a voice that grew weaker and weaker.
At last the guard seemed to snap out of his dreams, and he looked at Biggles like he was some kind of interesting beetle, that had decided to land infront of him.

Biggles repeated his question, this time in a voice that was nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
The guard turned around, walked away and returned two minutes later with a small glass of water that he gave to Biggles.
Biggles drank the glass of water greedily, and asked the guard for some more.
Again the guard left for a short while and returned with the glass refilled.

After draining this glass in the same fashion as the first one Biggles felt much better, and he decided that he should try to talk to the guard, that seemed friendlier than any of the other soldiers he had so far met, now that his throat had stopped throbbing and his head had decided that it should take a short break from playing merry-go-round.
- Thank you, Biggles said to the guard in german.
- For what?
- The water, I have had nothing to drink for hours.
- That is nothing. Even if you are a spy, you do not deserve to suffer. And besides, wouldn't you have given me water if you had taken me prisoner?
Not that it would matter to me. I have nothing to left live for...

The guards attitude chocked Biggles, and he had to think for a while before he could give an answer, and ask the question that had to follow as well, to the guards bitter words.

- Yes, if you were my prisoner I would have given you water, I suppose. It is just that most German soldiers don't act like that. And why do you say that you have nothing left to live for?
- This morning 9 am, British bombers raided southern Berlin. Their target was the weapon factories there. It is just that there was a school close to it. My son went to that school. Now the school is just a ruin. No one got to the shelters in time. My wife died a year ago, in a fire, and now my son is dead as well.
Yet I cannot blame the British for bombing the factories. We do the same to London, don't we?

Biggles got a lump in his throat. Although this man was the enemy, he felt pity for him. Comprehension had begun to dawn on him. He could see that the civilians in Germany also lost their friends, and that all the German soldiers were not monsters, but men with families and lives, much like the regular British soldier.

- I am sorry to hear about your son. If we had only known that it was a school down there as well.
- Then you still would have bombed the factories. That is the way of the war.
We are loosing it. I can feel that. But yet, the fürer refuses to give up. Therefore this place. Although we are loosing the war, the fürer have started to conduct experiments with weapons far more powerful than anything yet known to man.
- What is this weapon?
- It is a bomb that can outwhipe a whole city. Me I don't support the project. We are going to lose the war, bomb or not. But who would care for the opinion of a single soldier?
- But why, with such a bomb you could surely turn the war to your advantage?
- I don't think the English, or any other people would deserve to have their civilians and cities wiped out. I was forced into the army against my will, and I want to stop this project, I think our fürer has killed of enough innocent people allready.
But I cannot do anything to stop the project. I am just a guard.
- Maybe you can, Biggles began to say, but he was interrupted by rapid footsteps in the corridor. The guard straightened up immediately, and put on a stiff expression, and Biggles fell silent.

The footsteps belonged to two men, the same two men that had led Myrrhia away.
They asked Biggles' guard some questions, and he responded by opening the cell.
The men took Biggles by his arms and walked away with him in a firm grip.
Biggles tried to wring himself lose from their grip, but all he had for that was a kick in the back that made him vince.
The men laughed at this as they led him to the elevator that would take him down to his nemesis.

---To be continued--->

[swemer]

Chapter VIIII - Ouberkoppf ist ein schwinekoppf

Myrrhia had been led away again, this time into a room that was entirely white, with stainless steel instruments on the walls. She had been strapped down on a stretcher and she could not move. The room was lit with fluorescent lights.
So far no one had shown up, and she wondered what would happen to her.
She had never been so angry an afraid in her whole life.
If she would have had a mirror, even she would have been terrified with the color of her eyes. They were no longer red, the usual color when she was angry. Now they where glowing white, the color of very hot iron, and it would have terrified anyone to look into those eyes.
They where the eyes of hatred and suffering, the eyes of undeserved pain.
She was not violent by nature but this nights events had turned her into something that would have made even the fiercest soldier look like a whimpering coward.
She tried to move again, and with great effort she managed to nudge her fishtail a little, she felt that the straps that held it the fishtail loosened their grip a bit. She tried to move a bit more, but was interrupted by the sound of the door being opened to her left.

She turned her head to the left as much as the contraption that held her would allow, and saw a bald man with glasses and a white robe entering the room.
The man looked mean, not mean like the soldiers, but mean like a boy that enjoys to pull of the wings on flies, or feeding seagulls bread with fishhooks in it.
In short, this was a man that enjoyed to see others suffer.
He approached her, and she could feel that his breath reeked of something that merfolk called catchucka, a strong alcoholic drink made out of fermented seaweed.
He took a blunt knife down from the wall, and approached her with it.
She thought that he was to kill her for sure, as he leaned over her with the knife pointing towards her throat.
He laughed and said some phrase in the language she could not understand.
Then he leaned even closer and his lips touched hers. This was her worst experience so far. To have this, old clearly drunken man's lips touching hers. She tried to bite him, that was the only action she could take to to try to evade the man.
He laughed at this small action of rebellion, and said something in german.
Then he took the knife and began to turn towards her fishtail with it.



Will Biggles and Myrrhia escape?
Can Algy, Ginger and Berty find Biggles in time?
What is the secret behind Eranos and Myrrhias color changing eyes?
Join us next time on TLM meets Biggles!
--- To be Continued--->

[Merstar]

Nice, very nice