The Genetic Madman

[Tomtomrawr]

Axel von Fischer listened to the explosions overhead. He felt them on the chair he had decided was the most comfortable. He was surrounded by farming supplies - cages, fences, cheap food. But he occupied the largest cage of all, for his father had locked the door. He was trapped.

He continued to simply remain quiet and paint a mental picture of what was going on up there. He could picture the trees on fire, parts of the house blown apart by large weapons designed for the job now given to them. He could even picture his mother and father with their rifles, firing wildly into the crowds that surrounded the small house they called home. Were they defending themselves, or were they defending Axel?

Hans's words spun around in Axel's head. Your mother and I were lost long ago. Did that mean that his father knew that on that day he would be killed?

He pondered the question, but was constantly distracted by the noise. But it was different now. It had a rhythm. The rhythm of destruction. Axel could sense it through the clash. The beauty of the sounds that were being produced from these weapons. These explosions.

Bang. Boom. Weeeee-BOOM. Ka-blam. All of these sounds and hundreds more he could piece together to form a song. The song of war.

But the explosions suddenly stopped, and all that Axel could hear was the marching of the troops entering the house. Soon they would find him, and he just hoped that his father could save him. With his final act.

The door leading down to the cellar opened, and Axel was blinded by the light of day.