This has been something that I started on a few weeks ago. I just recently got what I have to a state I deem acceptable for FIMFiction. Of course, you guys are the judge of that. Enjoy.
Berlin had fallen in to a state of chaos. How had it come to this? When the war was new Göring had said if a single bomb fell on the capital of the Reich he would change his name to Abraham. Had anyone held the Reichmarshall to his promise he would have changed his name over a million times. Back in those days of such triumph, who could imagine Germany going to war with Russia? Not needing to worry about Russia made the takeover of France all the easier. And who could have imagined if Germany went to war with the Slavic pieces of sub-human filth, they wouldn’t knock the country on its side in six weeks or less. Who could have imagines the Red bastards would fight all the way from the gates of Moscow, all the way through their own country, across all of Poland, across eastern Germany and right into Berlin. Who could have imagined the war was over, say of course for the last orgies of blood and death. All of the Fuhrer’s promised secret weapons hadn’t done a single thing to stop Germany’s inevitable and total defeat.
Lieutenant Heindrich Wolfgang and a few survivors were all that was left of their company, huddled in what was left of the old museum. It was one of the many buildings in the museum district. Although everything of value the museum once held had been moved to the G tower; it was a massive reinforced concrete anti-aircraft tower. It was said it should hold for another 10 months, maybe even a whole year. Maybe they would get the chance to see if they were right.
A Russian smg fired a quick burst, which caused something to explode with a crash behind Heindrich. It might have been two or even three thousand years old, but a curator had decided it wasn’t worth enough to take to the G tower. Nobody was going to study it anymore; that was for sure.
Where was the filthy pig with the SMG? Heindrich spotted movement amidst the rubble. Firing a burst from his Schmeisser, he then moved quickly to a new piece of cover. A wild scream erupted from the direction of the pile of brickwork. That wouldn’t lure Heindrich into looking. The Russian dogs were far past being masters of making you pay for falling for one of their games.
Like it matters, Heindrich mused, you’re going to die here sooner or later. What difference does it make? But his training held, along with his pride. He refused to give less than his absolute best, even now; maybe especially now. If the sub-human garbage wanted his carcass, he would make the bastards pay every cent for it.
A few feet from him one his feldwebels was making a cigarette, with what appeared to be weeds posing as tobacco, rolled into a piece of paper ripped from a page from The Armored Bear; the last newspaper to go to Berlin, even the Nazi Party’s newspaper had shut down.
Fredric Hegewald was good at making do with what little was at hand. Like Heindrich, Fredric had been in the Wehrmacht since before the war, he had also survived four years fighting in the east. How long he or the other would be there was a question Heindrich refused to think about.
“Got any more of that?” Heindrich asked hopefully.
“Ja, here sir,” Fredric said passing him his tobacco pouch and a strip of paper.
After quickly rolling his cigarette he leaned over towards Fredric who lit it.
“That is gut,” Heindrich said blowing a small cloud of smoke.
A burst of machinegun fire sounded; a peculiar crackling noise followed. Turning, Heindrich found himself looking at a large oddly colored stone.
“What the fuck is that?” Heindrich asked.
Fredric got up into a crouch to read the exhibits sign.
“Most of it is missing sir, says here something about being part of the navel of the world. Says it was found and brought here around eighty years ago, the Greeks believe it’s a link between multiple worlds. It also mentions that two years ago the man who looked after this exhibit simply vanished,” Fredric said ominously.
“I’ll bet you five marks that a young girl vanished at the same time,” Heindrich said with a chuckle, “but doesn’t that sound great.”
“What sir?”
“A portal to another world,” Heindrich said with a grin.
“If you like the thought so much you should go sit your ass down and pray sir,” Fredric said laughing, “things can’t get any worse right?”
Anything was better than sitting and waiting for Ivan to hoist him up like a prize to be flaunted as they killed him slowly. And after the horrors he had seen and done in their homeland, he couldn’t blame them.
He heard rifle crack, followed by a shrill cry in the distance. At first he thought it was another Russian trick. After a moment he realized that was the screams of a wounded man. He was going to be dead soon, definitely not soon enough for him.
“I guess you’re right,” Heindrich said slinging his Schmeisser, “a brand new world or this fucked up museum, the choice is obvious.”
He crouched low and ran towards the large hunk of rock. Standing up tall and sitting his field gray pants down upon the large colored stone.
Fredric had realized his friend had final lost it. The pressure of war had finally made him snap. He was about to laugh at his crazy lieutenant when-
“What in the-”
One instant lieutenant Heindrich was there, the next he was gone, like some sort of trick from the movies.
“Mein Lieber Gott, der lebt im Himmel!” Suddenly mad hope surged through the Feldwebel. If there was a way out; any way out… What he had said to his lieutenant remained as true to him. How could he possibly be worse off?
He crouched and sprinted towards the stone. Evidently his crouch was too high; he was informed of this in the form of a Russian bullet through the back of his neck. He fell like a pile of bricks into the ground. Barely able to lift his head to look at the stone, his eyes closed and darkness embraced him. The Russians didn’t care about the stone, if they couldn’t kill it or fuck it, what was the point? It wouldn’t even be fun to smash.
That is the first chapter.
Hunter C. Creed