The Aftermath

Chapter 1

Berlin 1945

"Es wird gleich vorbei sein...Es wird gleich vorbei sein...", 3.Reich mumbled,well knowingly that this was a lie.They woudn't stop.Not after that what happend.The bombing attacks are happening with oppressive regularity,stronger then ever before.At day the americans,at night the british.The resulting pain would not leave him space to even breathe properly.3.Reich sat slumped down in his giant office and stared at the wall like he did all day.That was the only thing he could do now at the moment and he absolutly hated it.The pain and the general lack of millitary equipment cursed him to inactivity.He wished to do something to change that,sending another Vergeltungsrakete over to UK,blowing up a few streets to create some kind of barricate to the approching T-34...But the resources were almost exhausted and the endless number of soviet tanks left no time to plan a tactical move like that.It was really depressing.But everything had started so nicely...   

It had worked like a charm.The invasion from Poland,Belgium,the Netherlands,France and the rest had gone so easily that it even surprised himself.He took that as a sign that it was the right path for him.He had proven himself as someone to fear and respect,building a stong empire with a fitting army.Everything was alright,good progress was made on the eastern front,cleaning out the useless from the proud aryan race...Nothing to complain about.But then it just got worse and worse.That dammed winter,Japan stupidly attacking and pulling America into the conflict,more annoying incidents,Italy who suddenly thought he was in the wrong team...(At least he dealt with that little traitor pretty well...He could still hear the cracking bones and pathetic screams under his fingers and it made him smile a little.)Just bad luck over and over again.His troops got pushed back fast and now the enemy was standing right on his doorstep. 3.Reich could send out air strikes over to UK all he wanted but that didn't work.Instead of breaking the morality from him and his people,it just seemed to strenghen him more.The only thing resulting of that was that UK bombarded him even harder then before and not even stopping from civilian cities. 3.Reich grunted in disgust and looked down on the letter which laid right infront of him on the table.The text was short and clearly.He alreday knew it by heart.Again he was asked to surrender alreday before any more people had to be hurt.They would not stop until every pain he ever caused would be paid back by three.Ha,they fucking wished...His father taught him to have a iron will and jes,he would not crave in! Before that he would rather die. 3.Reich moved carefully his remaining fingers on his left hand and hissed from the pain as a few little chunks broke off from the movement.The allied pigs are making ground again.Soviet soilders are starting to storm Berlin,probably making everything dirty.If he would pull up his left sleeve he could watch their progress.How his body craked and crumbeld,starting to dissolve into nothingness.It was so advanced now that the side of his arm and shoulder were alreday gone,leaving only three fingers.The right side of his body was not better.His torso cracked everytime he moved,showing the damage caused from the French and Americans and bringing him pain with every little move just like the open wounds everywhere.His empire was crumbeling.

Again his body clenches up as a wave of cruel pain rushed though every bone and muscle,making him feel every single injury.This was going on for a few months now and it was getting worse.Espechially since the last big attack.Recently UK and America had launched a heavy air strike on him by realising tons of explosive-and phosphorbombs over Hamburg.Somhow this caused a huge firetonado to form which burned mercilessly his way through the city and wiped out every life within it.Luckily he was not there to encounter it personally but he felt every second of it.Out of nowhere there was this terrible burning sensation in his stomach who got more painful with every second.For hours he laid curld up in a ball on the ground,shaking  and screaming as the for him invisible flames ate up his insides until he believed he was going to turn into ashes himself.That was the worst,not to forget the feeling of pure rage as he found out what caused his torture.The report let his blood run cold as he read from the thousend of deaths either burnd or sufficated in their air raid bunkers.Bodies filling the streets and all buildings were just black smoking framework.It left him with heavy burn marks on his stomach as a reminder of this gruesome day.He would never forgave them for this.

How calm they are killing off his people and destroying his good culture...Italy had said that he would do the same thing but it was justified with him.(He said that before 3.Reich broke his jaw to shut him up)He had to fufill a mission.To clean the world from all inferior subjects and to rule over it until the end of time just like it was supposed to be.But the other nations had to play the  narrow-minded idiots of corse.Sometimes you have to force people to their luck,even with violence if necessary to get the respect he deserved.Also he took just that what he deserved (and that means everything) for the things they did to him as his time as Weimacher Republik.So just a feeble reparation.

A painful sting runs though his left shoulder down to his heart.They're coming closer. 3.Reich grinded his teeth until it got weaker.A few pieces of his hand fell off as he made a fist. 3.Reich watched how they glided slowly down,then flew up again and trying to reattach themself back on his hand."That's how it is to slowly die away",he thought."Never experienced that before."Suddenly a SS-Officer burst into the room."T-The russians...the a-americans...everything...They are coming!You have t-to get to savety,quick!",he panted in pure panic.3.Reich was to tired to remind him to greet him first and speaking only after given order to.Or even knocking first...A shockwave let the roon shake and the furniture rumbled a little.The officer clung anxiously to the door frame but 3.Reich remained calm.The explosion was too far away to do any serious damage but that will change pretty quick.Groaning from pain he got up and his wounds started to hurt again from the sudden movement.He gathered his long coat wich he wore to hide his mangled body and started to limp to the door.With every heavy step he felt reminded of his almost dead economy ,strict limitation of food,the loss of his hard earned territory and the shame to deal with this all.This had weakend him so much that he almost couldn't walk anymore.Nevertheless 3.Reich stalked ahead,trying not to show any weakness and followed the officer outside in the hallway.Another impact let the ground shake and plaster crumbled down from the ceiling.3.Reich stopped shortly and looked over the monumentual architecture of the Reichstag.It would be the last time he would see it so better remember it fot that how it was before the allied forces would destroy it."We have to hurry!",the officer called out."There is a car o-outside..."Great,they even managed to get a car for him.He had nothing against a last ride.What would be his hearse?A nice black Volkswagen?That would be beautiful... Slowly 3.Reich stepped outside,well knowingly what he had to do next.

He would not crave in!

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A new story starts,faster then expected tbh.

Hopefully this will work out,I have big plans for this. :)

Forgive me for may appearing grammatical errors,I am not a native english speaker so please have mercy with me