The Life, and Death, of a Murderer

The Birth...

December 8th, 1997. Hell has officially been unleashed upon Germany, and the rest of the world. Dieter Müller is born. Little does Müller know, less than twenty years from know, he's gonna known as "Schadenfreude"...

April 4th, 2016. Dieter is finally on his way to America! After many, many months of saving up money he can finally afford a plane ticket. Of course, Dieter isn't making the trip by himself. Müller's bringing along his best friend, Aksel.

"Ready Dieter my friend?" Aksel asked, harshly patting Dieter on the back as they slowly trotted towards the plane.

"Of course I'm ready comrade, I've been waiting months to get out of this höllenloch." Dieter replied, looking up from his passport.

"Oh come on my friend. Berlin hasn't been to unfair toward ye'."

"Trust me, it has."

"And how is that comrade?"

"I'll tell you as soon as we take our seats. Too many people near us."

The rest of the walk was in silence, slowly shuffling into the plane. Dieter and Aksel finally took their seats and sighed in relief and comfort. After a few short moments, the plane took off over the Atlantic Ocean.

"So..." Aksel began looking towards Dieter. "What has Berlin done so poorly toward you'd wanna leave mother land?"

"Well... You know better than anyone that me family and I grew up poor. I had to take opportunities I had to get food for me and me mother, sister, hell, me whole family. Of course, I had no brains when it came to muggin' a market of bread. I kep' gettin' caught. That meant I kep' gettin' thrown in either the big house or MCF."

"MCF? Hells that?" Aksel asked, tied into Dieter's story.

"Matilda Correctional Facility. A school where they 'fixed' kids with problems."

"What d'you mean 'fixed'?"

"Those awful fucks would either starve me... Or rape me."

"Comrade... That's awful."

"Trust me." Dieter began. "I know."

"Don't worry Dieter. As soon as we land on the rich, thick, soil awaiting us, we'll be free men."

"Forever and always." Dieter said, finishing Aksel's sentence.

April 5th, 2016. Aksel virtually slammed open the door of their new apartment building. He wobbled toward the side of the room, holding his heavy luggage. He set them down next to a wooden nightstand before plopping himself onto the bed and laughing.

"You see comrade? Even the beds in America are better!" Aksel bursted out with excitement.

Dieter rolled his eyes and smiled as he walked over to his side of the apartment room, placing down his luggage and sitting on the foot of his bed.

"America, so far, has been amazing. However, that doesn't make it free... We're gonna need a job." Dieter said, staring at his briefcases.

"Of course my friend, of course." Aksel began before standing up and walking over to Dieter. "But don't you believe we should hit the town? At least for tonight. It's our first day in the land of possibility!"