Viktoria: Last Days of Europe

Prologue: The Attempt

The rain had started pouring down harder each day with no end in sight. Mother Earth itself seemed to be mourning its current pathetic and gloomy state. The world had become bleak and unwelcoming in the past few years, more than it had ever been. Not even in 1944, when the Nazi's were at the height of their power, had the world turned this grim. Everything had lost its color, it seemed. No longer would one spot individuals in flamboyant clothing with bright smiles driving equally obnoxiously bright coloured cars; Nay, all that people wore in this time was a shade of gray, the car's were a gloomy black and the people themselves had seemed to lose their inner joy.

Then again, calling these people walking down the streets 'humans' would be an insult to the word, he thought as he looked at another passerby, face devoid of any emotion even as he stepped into a brightly coloured cafe. These individuals were nothing more than a cog in the machine which fueled the state. Dreamless and ambition less workforce exploited to the extreme by the government. As he walked down the street, people would partway for him, providing a painful reminder to him about the uniform that he currently wore. In his heart of hearts, he knew he was no better than these people who suffered silently, preferring to remain trapped instead of lashing out. He could console himself, however, with the thoughts of what he was going to do. After today, no longer would his yearning be in vain. After today, all shall be free of the tyranny of the Black Sun.

Thus, as he stepped into the theatre, it was with a calculated move to his steps. He wasn't frisked unlike the others entering the building. He was thankful for his rank at that moment. Extremely thankful. Perhaps the first and last time when he would have to thank God for having this uniform. The play happening tonight was "Demons, Knights and Maidens", it was a much acclaimed play around the world, one that was sought after for its deep storyline. However, no matter how witty and philosophical, Sir Langley was. He had no interest in witnessing the play. He was here to finish his duty. Nothing more, nothing less.

His seat was right under her viewing box. It would make it far easier than it would have been otherwise. He felt the explosive through his coat, stored safely into his coat's inner pocket as it was, as he timed it using a small inconspicuous detonator. He knew she had arrived early and thus would most definitely be in her viewing box, awaiting the bombastic performance that the actors would put on for her. He laughed mentally at his pun.

As the play began, he heard cheering from the viewing box above and breathed a sigh of relief. His sacrifice would not be in vain. He ordered a glass of wine and savored it as if it was the last glass of wine on the planet. In a sense it was, at least for him. He ran his hand over the spot where the explosive was stored in his coat as he checked the time. 5 minutes till the world is freed once more, he thought to himself as he took a sip of the wine.

He checked his watch again. The explosive will go off in less than a minute. I hope you rot in hell, Viktoria, he thought to himself as he finished his glass and closed his eyes awaiting his death. The last thing he heard was Sir Langley making a joke while laughter was heard from the audience before all were silenced as his bomb went off.