The Lebensborn Experiment: Book I

Forward

In his address to German Officers on September 7, 1940, Heinrich Himmler, Minister of Interior and Head of the Gestapo stated, In the eleven years during which I have been Reichfuhrer SS, my aim has always been the same, to create an Order of Good Blood that can serve Germany and commit itself without sparing itself; to create an Order that will so spread the idea of Nordic blood that we shall attract to us all the Nordic blood in the world; to deprive our enemies of that blood and annex it to ourselves. We must take it for ourselves, and the others must have none.

To facilitate the Reich’s plan of annexing all people of Nordic blood to Germany, the welfare organization known as the Lebensborn Register Society (Fountain of Life) was commandeered to house children stolen from other countries to be adopted by German parents. The Lebensborn Society existed long before the war and was first established as maternity homes to care for both married and unwed mothers and their children.

All over Europe thousands of racially valuable children from six months to twelve years old were taken from their families to be Germanized. Records of the Nuremburg Trials indicate that over 200,000 Polish children were kidnapped and more than 50,000 children from Ruthenia were abducted. Children whose appearance didn’t meet the Nordic ideal, i.e., blonde hair and blue eyes, or whose ethnic origin was questionable, were taken to concentration camps. Only a few were ever returned to their parents.

The kidnapped children were brainwashed and told their parents no longer wanted them and had given them away. Many were mistreated. Some were used in experiments to endow them with physical attributes to further the claim of Nordic superiority and satisfy the Reich’s relentless obsession to create a master race of Aryan Super Humans. This is the story of one of those children and the results of one of those experiments.

Chapter One

"What a chimera than is man?

what a strange creature,

what a monster, what chaos,

what a combination of contradictions,

what a prodigy!

Judge of all matters, imbecile worm of the earth,

Depository of truth;

Gutter of incertitude and glory and disgrace of the universe."

Unknown Author

Germany, April 28, 1945

It wouldn’t be long now before the boy was dead.

In agony, the boy screamed and screamed, until his throat was raw and bleeding, until his screams no longer sounded like that of a ten-year-old child, but the squealing of a small, wounded animal caught in the snare of a hunter’s trap. The snare was the cold steel of an operating table where his ghostly white, naked flesh lay bound.

Somewhere in the Black Forest of Germany, high in a dingy tower of a medieval castle, his captors anxiously awaited his death. The hunters were members of the boy’s own race who prowled the earth like a pack of ravenous Pit bulls, raging war with the rest of the human race for total domination of the world.

Death for the boy stretched on for hours, until finally it took him at midnight.

Leaning over the dead boy’s body was two Pit bulls of notorious distinction. The younger was a member of the SS and one of the many leaders of the pack, an Oberstfuhrer by the name of Otto Strass. He was exceptionally tall and bony. So tall, his long legs made it appear as though he was standing on stilts. He wore the black uniform of a German soldier distinguished by the rank insignia of a Nazi Colonel.

The Oberstfuhrer stared at the boy, admiring the child’s perfectly symmetrical face, the child’s high cheekbones and square, sturdy chin; the child’s creamy-smooth complexion and long, thick eyelashes—features, unlike his own. The Oberstfuhrer’s eyes were deeply-set, brown and listless, between which a long pointed nose protruded disfigured by a deep gash down his left nostril. His hair was muddy brown, thin and stringy. His skin was pasty-white and spotted with tiny pimples, pink and peeling. He was, in fact, an ugly man, not what the Reich considered the ideal Aryan type, which made the Oberstfuhrer’s hatred of the Jews all the more ferocious.

The second hunter was a short, crusty old doctor by the name of Josef Weiss with white frizzy hair and large, owl-shaped blue eyes covered by a pair of thick, gold-rimmed spectacles. Once denounced by his colleagues as a madman and his medical experiments declared unholy, the doctor’s license to practice medicine was revoked. But that was twenty years ago, long before organized insanity spread throughout the country like gangrene infesting an open wound. Today those same colleagues admired and revered Dr. Josef Weiss as a medical genius.

The Obertsfuhrer looked on with hungry anticipation as Dr. Weiss stroked the boy’s curly blonde hair then proceeded to open the child’s hollow blue eyes, first the right, then the left. Twelve hours ago, the doctor injected four ounces of a serum he invented into the boy’s veins.

How long will it take him to revive? asked the Oberstfuhrer.

Three days, answered Dr. Weiss. Exactly the same amount of time it took God to raise Christ from the grave, so the legend goes. According to his age and size, that’s the length of time it will take his body to react once the serum has circulated into his blood stream. For an older man like me, it will take fifteen days maybe more, for you, five or so.

But why is there such a difference in the revival time?

Because the serum works according to your body’s metabolism, so the response time may vary from person-to-person. After the first revival, the length of death decreases as the boy’s body becomes more accustomed to resurrecting itself. Also, the quicker the body revives the less pain the body feels. Consequently, a person may be stabbed a hundred times and each stab will feel like nothing more than a tiny pin prick. Come! Let me show you.

The Obertsfuhrer followed Dr. Weiss over to the laboratory table and watched closely as the doctor took two rabbits, one white, one brown, out of their cages and placed each of them in a separate metal tray. Dr. Weiss then glanced over his shoulder at a young man who sat curled against the wall in a corner in the fetal position.

Shoot! commanded the doctor, pointing to the brown rabbit’s head. Slowly struggling to his feet, the young man plodded as quickly as he could towards the rabbit, dragging the weight of his left foot behind him as the torn and tattered remnants of a blue and white striped prison uniform sagged off his frail, bony body.

The Oberstfuhrer watched the wretched-looking redhead with curiosity.

A Jewish sympathizer? Oberstfuhrer asked.

No. Worse! the doctor replied with loathing, a Christian…and my nephew.

Finally reaching the rabbit, the young man fumbled the small pistol tucked inside his pants and held it up between the brown rabbit’s eyes. With shaky hands, he turned his head away and fired. The rabbit fell dead on the table. The young man let out a frightful moan then backed away into his corner.

Looking down at his watch, Dr. Weiss counted: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6….

Holding his breath, the Oberstfuhrer watched as the hole in the brown rabbit’s head rapidly began to shrink until there was nothing more than a small dent where the bullet had entered. Dr. Weiss stopped counting at fifteen and immediately the rabbit sprung to its feet. He reached into his white coat pocket, pulled out a carrot, and fed it to the rabbit then glanced over at his nephew.

See, Hans, see! The rabbit is alive!

The young man clapped his hands and bobbed his head in jubilation.

That’s my little friend, said Dr. Weiss, patting the rabbit on its head before turning to the Oberstfuhrer.

As you can see, Kommandant, there is no blood. That’s because the instant the bullet punctured the rabbit’s flesh, the wound immediately began to heal. In humans, it takes only seconds once the flesh has suffered a cut for the process of healing to begin. Now that process works infinitely faster and better. By tomorrow, the bullet will be eliminated from the rabbit’s body as waste, and in another day or two, the indentation made by the bullet’s impact will have totally disappeared.

As the rabbit sat in the metal tray nibbling on the carrot, the Oberstfuhrer placed the tip of his index finger inside the small dent in the rabbit’s head.

Though undetectable, this rabbit has died many, many times, said Dr. Weiss, and with each new demise, the length of death decreases, until finally, it will appear as if it never died at all.

Amazing! praised the Oberstfuhrer looking at the rabbit with astonishment. But how is it possible?

The serum actually boosts the composition of the blood cells, explained Dr. Weiss, enhancing the immune system with a thousand times its normal power to heal itself. Once injected with the serum, the boy’s body becomes invincible. Nothing will kill him—poisons, disease, not even gun shots to the heart! With the immune system so enhanced, the aging process dramatically decreases as well. But so far the serum has worked only on male rabbits. Female rabbits injected with the serum have all died. That’s because the serum can only be injected into the blood stream successfully when it’s diluted with the male hormone. Testosterone completely absorbs the serum. Unfortunately, estrogen doesn’t absorb it at all. In fact, when the testosterone-diluted serum is given to females, it actually has the opposite effect. It destroys the blood cells, causing an acute case of Leukemia to develop. Furthermore, the enhanced blood cells have only a one in a million chance of being passed on to female offspring successfully through childbirth, compared to a ninety percent success rate for male offspring. So unfortunately, our frauleins will grow old and die as normal, but German men will have the possibility of living forever.

Reaching under the laboratory table, Dr. Weiss retrieved a blow torch and handed it to the Oberstfuhrer.

What’s this all about? asked the colonel.

You’ll see, said Dr. Weiss picking up the white rabbit and moving it to the far end of the laboratory table. He placed it in a metal cage then turned to the Oberstfuhrer.

You mean…?

Yes.

The Oberstfuhrer pressed his finger on the trigger engulfing the rabbit and the cage in flames. The rabbit never made a sound, but the Oberstfuhrer cringed as he watched. As the stench of burning metal and rabbit fur permeated the air, he began to cough, so did Dr. Weiss. Dr. Weiss finally motioned to the Oberstfuhrer to stop. When the Oberstfuhrer cut the flare, the cage and the rabbit were as black as tar. Smoke clouded the room as sparks darted from the cage. The rabbit lay dead, burnt to a crisp. Glancing over at the doctor, the Oberstfuhrer noticed him counting again.

1, 2, 3. Dr. Weiss stopped and moved in closer. The Oberstfuhrer did the same. The colonel noticed the rabbit’s body twitch. Then, suddenly, the rabbit’s eyes popped open. It lifted its nose to the top of the cage and sniffed. Then, lowering its head, the rabbit took a couple of steps forward before licking the tarred flesh on its feet.

Mein Got! It’s a miracle, the Oberstfuhrer said with both hands pressed against his forehead in disbelief. Unable to contain his excitement, he walked around in circles.

Wait! Wait! Come here! Quick! Look!

The Oberstfuhrer returned and watched the color of the rabbit’s burnt, black skin rejuvenate itself until all its flesh was pink and healthy again. The Oberstfuhrer could not repress a gasp as he stood with his mouth gaped open.

Now I dare say, not even God Himself could do better than that! boasted the doctor, gushing with pride.

The Oberstfuhrer rushed over and embraced Dr. Weiss, gripping the doctor by the shoulders with both hands, You are a god!

Maybe, but real power comes from the ability to destroy, not just create, said Dr. Weiss. Walking back over to the opposite end of the table, the doctor reached his hand over an empty flask and grabbed a bottle of dark brown liquid. Taking another small carrot from his coat pocket, he began pouring the liquid onto the carrot. The liquid came out slow and thick like honey; it even smelled like honey. He then walked back over to the rejuvenated rabbit and fed it the carrot through the burnt metal cage. Seconds later its flesh began to darken until it was black and burnt like before; it collapsed, dead again.

What happened? What did you do? asked the Oberstfuhrer looking agitated.

I fed it the anti-serum which reverses the effect of the serum. You don’t think I would create a serum that gives humans the ability to overcome death without creating an antidote do you? That would be foolish, insane. For every truly great man who rises to power, there are two or three lesser men like you who think they are just as great, waiting in the wings to overthrow him. The antidote ensures that such a coup never happens.

The doctor continued. If any of our loyal comrades no longer want to serve the Fuhrer, getting rid of them will be as easy as feeding them a delicious slice of strudel laced with the anti-serum. Just one bite and snap! They’re dead, never to rise again!

Once you have been killed by the anti-serum you can’t be revived. Whatever the person’s previous wounds were from their last death, those wounds will reappear.

The Oberstfuhrer looked at the charred rabbit.

I see you’ve thought of everything, doctor.

That’s what makes a good doctor great.

Regaining his enthusiasm, the Oberstfuhrer hurried back over to the operating table. But are you absolutely sure this will work on humans? he asked, looking down at the dead boy’s face.

Yes, assured Dr. Weiss, rejoining him. But as I stated before, the serum doesn’t work on females.

Women are of no consequence. Their usefulness lies only in their ability to bear children for the Fuhrer, said the Oberstfuhrer. He then placed both his hands on top of the doctor’s shoulders. Do you realize what this means? It will make you the most important man in Germany! Perhaps even more important than the Fuhrer himself, said the Oberstfuhrer, also considering the possibilities of his own rise to power with a greedy grin of ambition. You will be worshipped and hailed: Vater Hochste—Father Supreme!

More importantly, said Dr. Weiss, it will ensure German domination over the world. Just picture it! German soldiers being splattered by enemy artillery, yet they keep coming! Nothing the Allied Forces can attack us with will be able to stop us! At such a sight, even our enemies will have to acknowledge that we are the master race!

Clasping his hands together behind his back, Dr. Weiss walked pensively over to the arched window. While gazing up at the stars, he closed his eyes for several seconds, then opened them and turned to the Oberstfuhrer.

Yes, Kommandant Strass, I must confess that my dream has always been to become the greatest physician the world has ever known. The doctor who could give his countrymen the one, extraordinary gift that not even God Almighty Himself could give.

World supremacy? asked the Oberstfuhrer.

No, said Dr. Weiss. Eternal life!

Chapter Two

"The craving for power becomes

insatiable and limitless when

it gets hold of a soul that

is not master of itself."

Andrzel Frycz-Modrzewski

Any sign yet?

No, Oberstfuhrer, not yet, answered the soldier, dropping his binoculars and standing at attention.

Carry on, said Strass. The Oberstfuhrer gazed down between the columns of the parapet wall but could see only the tops of trees clouded in the early morning mist rising from the valley below. The air was crisp and filled with the fragrant smell of pine. Ascending on the horizon was the yellowish-orange glow of a new day. Even from here the faint rattle of mortar fire and enemy bombs could be heard from hundreds of miles away.

All of Germany was under siege. It was on this day, the morning of April 30, 1945, that Colonel Otto Strass and a small band of German soldiers watched and waited for the arrival of the man they had sworn to live and die for, the man who had lifted the entire German nation from the abyss of economic despair and political disgrace. To them, as well as to most of their county men, Adolf Hitler was not a man at all; he was the Messiah, their Fuhrer—God.

Strass walked about the open rampart of the tower, occasionally peering down in the direction of the road. His hands were cold, yet sweat dotted his brow as his heart raced. He strained to concentrate, pacing back and forth,