You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly. You should upgrade or use an alternative browser.
alternatehistory.com
I really liked doing this and i feel I was not able to even remotely finish it how I wanted, and I thought that things got a little outa control, so it's back.
A Time of Tears: A Different Post War Germany
November, 1921
Munich, Bavaria
The Weimar Republic
The Man stood in the crowd. Overhead rain patted down onto his trenchcoat. Even though it was raining it did not keep people from turning out for the speech. The crowd was unusually big, it made The Man even more nervous about what he was going to do. He looked around nervously, looking for any suspicious people. If he did, he was going to call this off right now and go home. He looked and found everybody was to preoccupied with their own thoughts and affairs. The Man sighed deeply to calm himself. He was doing god's work. The Man was a former member of Hitler's party but left due to a dream he had a few months ago. In it he looked over a ruined Germany. Men and boys lay piled by the road as troops marched through Berlin. The Man could not hear what they were saying but he did notice an American flag. The thought scared him. Hitler was going to ruin Germany.
The Man had actually served beside Hitler, he was in the same unit as him and saw the man on the front running messages. The Man was a frontline soldier, barely noticed him except for one time they spoke. In the few fleeting moments of silence during First Ypres Hitler seemed a tad off but the Man did not know exactly what it was. Now he did, and he was going to put a stop to it. He fingered the .455 Webley Revolver he had looted off a dead Brit. The soldier was just a young boy, couldn't have been over 17. His thousand yard stare would haunt him forever. The Man was the one who killed him. Jumped into his trench and beat him to death with his shovel.
"It was necessary...he would have killed you." he told himself again. he always did, it was the only way to cope with the guilt. The boy had his whole life ahead of him. The Man was 57 now, he wasn't going to do much more, or at least he thought. Now he stood here in the crowd and nervously awaited Hitler's arrival. He waited another ten minutes and was about to leave when thunderous applause erupted from all around him. The Man looked up at the stage and saw Adolf Hitler standing just feet away from him. He smiled as the crowd shouted "Heil!" in unison. He said it back in a quieter tone. The Man felt like he was going to puke however he couldn't tell if it was from pure disgust or nervousness.
As Herr Hitler's speech began the Man made his move. The crowd seemingly parted before him as he advanced quickly. He got to the line of SA and tried to push forward even more but was stopped.
"Get back, now!" one of them said sternly.
The Man responded by pulling out his revolver and opening fire on Hitler. The five bullets mostly impacted the podium but one went into HItler from his chin and exited out the back of his head, splattering brains and blood on the men behind him. The room was silent for half a second as Hitler flew backward then suddenly it erupted in shouts and screams. The men on the stage with Hitler rushed to him while the SA and the crowd rushed The Man. The Man however was built like an oak and was able to put the gun to his temple and fire his last shot into the brain. He died instantly as his limp body was dragged to the ground and viciously beaten by the crowd and SA. The medical personnel arrived soon after and solemnly informed the crowd of Hitlers condition. Hitler was dead.