Blood Stained Hands

His eyes were cold and pale, not like they used to be. He was a walking skeleton, on his way to his deathbed. The hours were ticking away. The Allies were coming closer, they were hunting him down just like he had once hunted them. Now he was alone, except for the company of his wife who he had just promised to spend forever with. Their forever was coming to an end, just like the war and just like the Third Reich. It would only be a matter of time before she bit down on a cyanide capsule and he pulled the trigger. What started out as a simple love story ended in a great tragedy.