The Many Dangers of Being a Rebel

Chapter Ten: Fury Incarnate

Sitting in the cockpit of the Silent Sky Hawk was a bumpy ride. Alex sat throughout this ride thinking. He would have to fight, maybe even sacrifice himself for Donald. For a seventeen year old, this is a very scary thing to face. Alex longed deep in the back of his mind to be normal. To live every day happy and normal, like he used to. 

Alex was jarred from thought as the plane jerked more wildly than usual. Alex looked out the window and saw Adolf Hitler on the ground below, his hands and eyes glowing a pale blue. 

"Put us down." he said to Winston. 

To the whole crew's surprise, Adolf let them land and get out of the plane. The crew got out of the plane, guns raised as Hitler stood in front of them, silent. 

"Give us Trump without a fight, and we'll let you go." said Winston. He was trying to sound brave, but his voice was breaking. 

"I actually thought of a deal." said Hitler, smiling.

"You're in no position to negotiate!" yelled Henri, aiming his rifle straight at Hitler.

"Is that so?" he snarled, sending a powerful blast of energy at Henri. It melted his entire body instantly.

"So. Where were we?" he said. 

Alex launched himself at Hitler, screaming. Even though his brain was only seventeen, Alex made a decision. It was time for Hitler to die. Alex tackled him, thrusting himself and Hitler through an abandoned warehouse. With alarming strength, Adolf threw Alex off, rising into the air. Alex sent a bolt of lightning at Hitler, catching him off guard. Alex surged forward, letting a laser beam of energy cascade from his palm as he punched Hitler across the face. Hitler flew backwards about 20 feet, did a back-flip, and landed on two feet. 

"I'll admit. You are formidable. You just don't know how to use your power." he said, grinning and cackling like a madman. He jumped towards Alex, doing several midair kicks and blasts, sending Alex flying through the other end of the warehouse. Alex lay there outside, coughing, as the rain soaked his bloodstained suit. He tried to get up, but his leg was broken. He looked down at his right leg, as it bled profusely.  He fought to climb to his feet, but slipped in the mud. 

"Well well well. Where is the once mighty hero who destroyed my planes?" said Adolf as he strode to Alex. Alex tried to get up again, but was kicked in the face and smacked back against the ground. Alex coughed, spitting up blood and mucus. Great. Now his nose was broken. 

Alex looked up at Adolf, furious.

"You...You will... nev-" Alex tried to say, but Adolf kicked his face again, sending him crashing through the mud. 

Alex watched as Adolf strode to him, pulling a long, thin blade from a sheath under his black trench coat. 

"I guess we should  be thanking each other. I wouldn't have gotten these powers without you, but you never would've escaped your boring world without me." Adolf said, bringing the blade close to Alex's face. 

Alex gathered his only remaining energy, fighting through the pain, and launched himself at Hitler.

Straight into his sword. 

Adolf strode away to handle the other rebels, grinning. For his greatest threat was defeated. 

Alexander Rupert Roberts was dead. 

One.