"Hey blondie!? Are you still alive?" I pulled the bayonet out of my face. Surprisingly it didn't make my words completely inaudible. Not all too sure how that worked but I won't think too hard on it. The German representative ripped off his mask with huf and began to cough up blood.
"Of course I'm alive. What do you take me for, coward?" With the little strength he had left he leaned against the wall. "Can I confide in you miss Epstein?" I hesitated for a bit but I was honestly too tired to do anything else but nod. "I consider you my angel of death at this point. I hold no grudges against you, you've bested me. A good soldier knows when he's beat but unfortunately I'm not a good soldier. Forgive me father for I have sinned." More bloody coughs interrupted his words. "My bravery is as real as a dream, my feets as fabricated as a story. I promised my soldiers glory but I only led them to their deaths. It made me feel special. It made me feel honored. So many young fools joined my regime. You wanna know what I did to them?" He reached for his jacket pocket. "I gave them a grenade and an order." He revealed a grenade with the pin freshly pulled. I stared at him down, unwavered. 1 second, 2 seconds. "I'm not afraid." 3 seconds, 4 seconds. "Are you?" 5, and nothing. No kaboom, no splat, nothing. Pussy.
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Frankenstein's Bastard Child
ActionAlice (age 23) has been abandoned by her family shunned by the world join her as she explores a corrupt group of wealthy bastards and the leftover experiments in this supernatural thriller!
