The Genetic Madman

[Tomtomrawr]

The house was gone. Plain and simple. There weren't even any parts still sticking out of the ground. Although a lot of it lay on the ground, finally freed from the dirt that had kept it in it's grip for hundreds of years.

The reinforced cellar had survived the onslaught that had destroyed the structure above it. But that didn't stop troops moving in and securing it and what it contained. Hans Fischer was being held down on his knees. Julia Fischer was lying on the ground several metres away. She wasn't moving. She wasn't breathing. And most of her body was missing. Hans was exhausted and battered. His right arm had a large wound on it, and his entire body was covered with an assortment of other wounds. From cuts to holes.

'So-on.' He managed to mutter, followed by a cough that ejected blood from his throat.

'So, zis ist vat I vas called out here to eradicate?' The man was in his mid-fourties, wearing a uniform decorated by medals and without a crease or foreign object on it. A foreign object could range from dust from the house to blood from men dying and dead around him. 'You vought bravely, Herr Fischer. But zis ist vere your story ends.'

'Do whatever you want to me, but please don't hurt my son. He had nothing to do with this!' He tried to stand, but a soldier kicked him in the stomach and he was forced back onto his knees.

The commander turned his gaze towards Axel. Examined him quickly before gazing down at his captured foe like a man would look at an insect. 'So, you do not vant us to hurt your son, do you Herr Fischer?' He clapped his hands twice in rapid succession. 'Soldiers. Take ze boy to ze truck, and have him transported to ze nearest prison. Ze prisoners can have zere vay vith him.'

Axel was immediately grabbed before he could even start to resist, and was lifted and then carried to the truck. 'Put me down! Put me down! Father!' Hans could only watch as his son was carried away towards the truck.

'I love you son. Don't ever forget that.' Those were the last words Axel ever heard from his father. He was carried too far away to hear the conversation between him and the commander.

He was placed in the truck and it pulled away from the farm. But before he lost sight of his father, he saw the commander raise his gun at his fathers head. He didn't see the gunshot, but he heard it. It was a sound that would always haunt him.