Heindrich Wolfgang: Saviour or Destroyer?

by Spyderslicer

Chapter 3. The Journey Begins (Tiny rewrite)

Heindrich lay next to a heavily breathing Alice. He had been saving up for weeks; if there isn’t a woman around, a man needs take care of himself to stay sane. But the fighting had become too intense over the previous weeks; the last time you wanted to be caught by the Ruskis was when your pants were down, rifle on the ground and a hand on your cock.

“I needed that, I barely had the power to transform,” a familiar voice said, “I began running low after that translator spell.”

He watched as Alice disappeared and once again became the queen of the changelings; Chrysalis.

“What are you talking about,” Heindrich said grabbing Fredric’s tobacco pouch, he had forgotten to give it back to him. He then began rolling himself a cigarette, feeling a small pang of regret, not that he knew the stone would do anything, it just felt weird knowing his friend was probably dead, the Reds had been assaulting there position for days and had dwindled them down to six people. He was still unsure if anything was really happening had his mind finally snapped and he was imagining everything? Even so, if this was a dream or just his imagination, anything was better than being in the museum.

“I fed off of your love for this ‘Alice’. I didn’t go into much detail previously, but we changelings feed off of love. It is what gives us our power, it keeps us alive and in good health,” Chrysalis stated matter-a-fact as her long tongue slid from her mouth and glided across her fangs.

Heindrich shivered to think that a while ago his manhood had been in that same, yet somehow very different mouth. At that point you couldn’t give him all the Jewish gold on Earth to put his manhood in there. The mere thought sent another shiver up his spine.

Heindrich thought about what had just been said, it sounded like something he should be angry about. But he didn’t feel any different and keeping someone alive was a noble enough cause. He finished rolling the cigarette in his callused fingers. He looked at his unkempt hands and realized the rest of him probably looked like shit too. His finger nails were short and dirt was evident. His fingers covered in small cuts and calluses; four years of fighting in shithole countries full of sub-human garbage will do that do you. He put the thoughts of earth out of his mind as he got ready to-

“Buck,” Heindrich cursed.
“What is it?” The queen asked.

“I don’t have a light, Fredric had one…” Fredric, once again he pushed those thoughts out of his head. It really hit home that he was alone out here, but that was the price he paid for being alive. It was either alive and alone, or dead and alone... the choice was obvious.

“What do you mean ‘a light’?” Chrysalis questioned.
“I need a flame to light this,” Heindrich muttered.
“Watch your fingers,” Chrysalis said.

Before he could react a burst of flame shot from her horn. She burned away half the cigarette, which he dropped in surprise and pain; both at the fire and the small burns on the back of his hand.

“For bucks sake, be careful with that manure,” my lord, Heindrich thought, I need to get this fucking magic off before I kill someone.

That didn’t stop Heindrich from grabbing the coffin nail off the ground for a deep puff. After everything he had been through he deserved a smoke.

He sat in his underwear, a cigarette in his mouth as he began looking at his clothes. His clothes fared no better than his hands they were dozens of slashes in the field gray fabric. His peaked cap had a bullet hole through it where a Russian sniper almost punched his ticket. He gathered up his clothes and headed off the path. Finding a small stream he began to wash his clothes. He caught a glimpse of his reflection and almost did a double take. He looked like death itself. Dark bags hung under his eyes. His entire face was covered in dirt and grime. He decided it was in his best interest to take a bath. He slipped his undergarments back off and slipped into the cold water. He didn’t have any soap, the best he could do was take off the dirt with his hands. Dunking his head and scrubbing his hair, he could feel all the dirt and grime that had built up. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a proper shower, at least a few months.

He had no idea how advanced a world this world. He hadn’t the slightest when the first shower was invented. Did horses need showers? How big were the showers? He found it odd that his first thoughts were of the mundane. It was pretty easy to shrug off ones old life, when that life is practically over. If his choices were between world of magical talking horses and getting tortured to death by the Red bastards? His choice was obvious. It would take some getting used to, but he would cope. He had to cope; the last thing he wanted was to lose his mind.

“What are you doing?” A familiar voice asked.

Heindrich almost had a heart attack. He was standing waste deep in the water and quickly ducked down.

“Get out of here!” Heindrich said loudly.
“Why?”
“I’m in the nude,” he said defensively.
“Because I haven’t seen it before,” the queen said dryly.
“That was different,” he quickly retorted.

“If it makes you feel better. Hurry up and finish up there, we are going to the main hive,” the queen said impatiently, “we have a long walk ahead of us.”

“Yes, well, go away, I’ll be back when I’m finished here,” he said just trying to get her to leave.

“Fine,” she surrendered, “meat bags,” she muttered as she left.

He quickly finished washing, scraping the worst of the dirt and grime that caked his skin. He surveyed his surroundings, all clear. He climbed out of the river and slid into his undergarments. He put on his still soaking wet clothes, they weren’t much cleaner. It didn’t help cleaning dirty clothes with slightly less dirty clothes. He cleaned up as good as he could, he was still pretty dirty, his clothing were disheveled and covered with patches of mud. But he carried himself like an officer befitting of the Reich.

“Before we move out I need to take inventory,” Heindrich declared as he stepped back onto the path. The queen simply shrugged and sat down.

He had his Schmeisser along with twenty three box magazines for it. He let out a sigh, this was ammunition to scrounged from four dead comrades. The MG34 was also from a fallen comrade, he remembered that moment. He was falling back when he got hit between his shoulder blades. He kept sprinting, the next round caught him in the lower back.

He survived for about three hours before he bled out. There only medic had bit it two days previously when a grenade landed next to him. He had about enough time to shout in surprise before he was engulfed in the explosion.

The MG34 was passed around to four different soldiers, all of them were killed. The MG34 was considered bad luck, it was up to Heindrich to carry and use it. They needed the fire support.

He had six full drums of ammunition and a single spare barrel. He had his Walther P38 and four clips. He had five grenades, two smoke and three fragmentation grenades. He also had his bayonet and a shovel. Lastly he had a few things of rations.
“Ok let’s move out,” Heindrich said standing up.

The queen simply nodded and stood.

They had been walking for a few hours if the sun was any indication. He would use his watch, but he forgot it on his wrist when he took a dip in the river. He hadn’t realized until after had gotten out and checked his watch out of habit. He simply pitched it into the river, with the money he would get from helping Chrysalis, he could buy a hundred watches… Assuming they make watches, Heindrich thought with a chuckle.

“How far away is this ‘hive’?” Heindrich asked still walking, his eyes constantly flicked to the sides, always watching for signs of danger. Years of fighting the Russian pigs had turned him into a rather paranoid man while he walking by potential hiding places. The amount of times a soldier had been killed the second they let their guard down were too many to count.

“An entire day by flight, three days on foot,” Chrysalis said still looking straight ahead.

“Another question. How exactly is this land divided up, territory wise,” Heindrich questioned.

“We are in Equestria, the largest country on this world. Most countries are separated because of species, although each country will have residents of all species. For example, the griffons are the dominant species in the Griffon Kingdoms; the diamond dogs are in every country, whether they are wanted or not, they are from Canida. Ponies are the exception to the one country rule; Equestria, Neighpon, Germaneigh, Prance,” Chrysalis said, giving him different information than he needed.

Although some of those names sounded familiar, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Let me stop you there. Where do you changelings reside?”

“I can give you a history lesson later. In short, we discovered Equestria to have all the love we will ever need. They refused to give a portion of their citizens to become slaves. We declared war and moved into their territory, we quickly began work on building dozens of hives. They didn’t think we were serious and they left us be. There stupidity was our good fortune. We began launching attacks on them, they retaliated in force. They destroyed a couple of our hives, but we held on. We have since then taken over a large amount of territory that have allowed for more hives and outposts. This war has been going on for over five hundred years now..."

"Five hundred years," Heindrich practically shouted.
"Is there something surprising?" The insectoid equine questioned.
"And it has been going on for that entire period?"
"We take brief pauses to breed more changelings for war. In short; yes, it has been going on almost nonstop for over five straight centuries, and it will not be over until we have every Equestrian under our hooves. Eventually we will enslave everypony in every corner of this world,” the queen was obviously passionate about her plan.

“Why exactly do you need me?” Heindrich questioned.

“You have you fire-spitter for one that will put fear in them. I am here to rule over this world and control how the hives run. I am no tactician; every changeling that I put in charge of groups of changelings has failed miserably. They can learn, but good luck finding somepony to teach them how to actually fight. Our numbers are for naught when the enemy is stronger, and better equipped.”

“I believe I can help you there,” Heindrich announced.

“That is exactly what I want to hear,” the queen said with a wicked smile stretched across her face; which only served to make her visage more terrifying.

They walked in total silence for hours, the sun eventually set and they continued walking in the dark.

“I think we can stop here for the night,” the queen said stifling a yawn.

“I’ll go get some wood for a fire,” Heindrich said heading off into the forest.

They made camp far off the path. The last thing they wanted was to be found by passing enemies.

“Ok, light it,” Heindrich said stepping back to not having a repeat of earlier.

A burst of flame shot from Chrysalis’s horn. Within seconds a fire was raging. Heindrich started tossing chunks of wood onto the fire.

He slid the MG34 off his back so he could sit comfortably against a tree. There wasn’t much talking, just the two sitting on opposite sides of the fire.

Heindrich curled up, hugging his Schmeisser close to his chest. He fell asleep quickly; it had been a long and weird day in this new world. But it was better than being dead that was for sure. And he was part of a good cause; these ponies were the lesser beings according to Chrysalis. Her changelings were the peak of perfection. Knowing he was helping the master race of this planet was good enough for him, even if they were black.