The Genetic Madman

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771 A.S. - November

'Mother? Father? What is happening?' The winter was just moving in on Planet Hamburg. The leaves on the trees had long ago vanished into the dirt or the first patches of thick snow. The wind blew through Axel's thick, wild hair outside his house. He was looking in at his parents, Hans and Julia, who were inside the small farm house.

The Fischer family had owned the house for years. The alure of the work in the city was not worth the frantic and chaotic lifestyle, so the family had owned the house for twenty-five years, long before Axel was born.

'Quickly Axel, get inside!' Hans shouted through the window. He opened the door to the right and Axel quickly scurried inside.

'Father, what is going on?' But now he could hear it. Axel could hear the thrusters of approaching ships, and the engines of land vehicles moving up the muddy path. And he immediately understood what was happening. They were coming.

The chaos in the city was not the only reason the family had moved to the countryside. The main reason was that in the city they were easy targets. Targets of those they hated. The people. Axel had been educated by this hatred of other people. Other people always looked down on their family, due to their historic and terrifying background.

And now, now the family had killed enough people (even military officers), the Federal Police were moving in to put a stop to them. But they weren't going down without a fight.

'Get your weapons! Hurry, we don't have much time to prepare!' The three of them moved down into the dark, damp cellar and grabbed their weapons. Not the top of the range, but they would do.

'Hans, did you prepare the mines?' On cue, an explosion filled the silence. Julia immediately knew the answer to the question. She hurried upstairs, leaving Hans and Axel alone.

'Son, I must be honest with you.' Axel considered replying, but knew that when his father was honest it was important. 'I don't believe me and your mother will survive this ordeal. But you must, son. You must continue the bloodline of our family, no matter the cost.'

Tears were welling up in young Axel's eyes now. Only eleven years old. 'Son, don't cry for us. Me and your mother were lost long ago. But you have a future ahead of you. You can continue the family dream. The will to destroy. To kill. If we are caught, I will beg them to spare your life. It will be my final act to save your life from the execution.

'You can not fight, son. If they see you fighting, then you will be treated like the rest of us.' He concluded that his rifle was in decent condition, and started up the stairs. Half-way, he turned back towards Axel. Axel could see the tears in Hans's eyes, and Hans could see the tears in Axel's. 'You must not come up for us. No matter what happens, you must not come up. When it is over, the Militar officers will search the house and find you.'

He turned once again to move up the stairs, and spoke his last words to his son that weren't surveyed by others. 'Continue the family, my son. And remember this: Death is not an option for you until you have a son.' Before Axel could respond, Hans closed the door. All he could hear was the preparation of the guns.