Hitler Dead in 1940

November 24th 1939

Wehrmacht Commander-in –Chief General Walter von Brauchitisch looked down as a dark pool of blood formed behind the Fuehrer’s dead blue eyes. Staring in disbelief at his smoking Luger in his own grasp he thought, “I did it. I really did it.” Promptly the office door was knocked off it hinges as a rifle butt crashed into the back of his skull.

He awoke to his own screaming as one of his front teeth were wrenched out by pliers. Raising his hand, he tried to block the rays of the sun lamp burning his face but found both wrists handcuffed tightly to his chair. He opened his mouth stirring the blood filling his top gum with his tongue. Pleas of leniency were ignored as he suffered another bone shuddering punch to the kidneys. Looking back at his assailer, he found a brutish Aryan clothed in a white SS vest.

A silhouette of a head wearing an officer’s cap momentarily blocked the blinding rays of light. The voice spoke without pity in a steady Prussian accent, “Who else?” the officer inquired. “I, I, n-nein, nein…” stuttered Brauchitisch. This time the brute behind throttled his neck for a full two minutes.

Returning him to an upright position, the officer waited for his gasping to settle before slowly throwing pictures of his family onto the table in front of him. Tears welled up in his eyes as the officer again spoke, “I will let one of them live for every two co-conspirator you give to me.”

Later Brauchitisch tore another strip from his uniform jamming it hard into the painful crevice left by his untreated front tooth. He then heard the shouts and screams of a familiar voice outside in the prison yard. Craning his neck up towards a small barbed window in his basement cell, he could just make out his former Chief of Staff : Franz Hauser being dragged to the corner of a bullet ridden wall, his hands bound tightly behind his back.
 
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Slipping down the wall, Hauser fell hard onto the ground weeping openly as his firing squad was frog marched into the courtyard. Their commanding officer, originally under Hauser’s command, bellowed at him for displaying such cowardice in front of his own men slapping and kicking him contemptuously before offering the ceremonial blind fold.

So incensed had the officer become that he drew his own pistol and squeezed off two shots as he was bodily restrained by his men. One of his shots narrowly missed whilst the other bullet plucked at the shoulder of Hauser’s uniform. This action seemed to snap Hauser out of his hysterical stupor giving him the courage to climb back onto his feet. Calmly he stepped forward before snapping to attention. The other officer nodded approvingly, saluted and turned to the rejoined the firing squad. As the bullet thudded into Hauser’s body, Brauchitisch turned away ashamed at having given up such a close and loyal friend. Returning to his straw bed he curled up and shivered uncontrollably, remembering his last evening with him. Dribbling the remains of a bottle of Schnapps into his glass, Hauser butted out his cigar hard into the crystal ashtray on Brauchitisch’s desk. Smoke billowed from both his nostril as he said in a long drawn out manner, “This is completely insane Sir. We must stop this madness!”

Both men again pored over the invasion plan of Belgium and Holland. Finally Brauchitisch’s leaned back in his chair pulling his hands down both his ruddy cheeks. He then shook his head angerily, “I mean Autumn 1940! Warsaw has only just capitulated and now he wants us to set upon the West!
 
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At dawn a drunk Hauser stumbled out of his office back to his own bed. Brauchitisch fell into deep despair haunted by the same devils of disaster which had been so costly in the last war. Toying with his Lugar on his desk he recalled Hitler’s last meeting with all the generals, “ My decision is unalterable!" he bellowed,"violation of Belgium and Holland’s neutrality means nothing! We will attack France and Britain, and we must do so at the next best opportunity!”

Brauchitisch shuddered as he remembered Hitler's threat which seemed to directly personally at him, “And I will stop at nothing and I will annihilate anybody who stands against me!” It was then that that first murderous thought entered his mind, “Maybe it was time to put an end to this upstart little corporeal ?”

Feedback and additions welcomed

Cheers :D
 
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Feedback and additions welcomed

Try reading the old threads already existing about this. If you must go on, try to have some clear objective in mind. And, as far as my own personal preferences go, I'd say cut down on the dramatics.
 

Germaniac

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Hitler being killed is done to death :) . I hope your story will bring something new to the table instead of the same old Germanywank
 
Hitler Dead in 1940
Parts 1-3
History Discussion: After 1900
by Johanus

This is great ! I can see your POD somewhere in the mists, Autumn 1940 and all that, but cannot yet grasp securely at it. Love the characterisation ! A narrative form IMHO works best for setting up a timeline

Apologies if you've written more than 3 parts when I post this, but I download pages one afternoon, read them offline at home and comment, then post the comment the next morning. If you've done anything extra in between I haven't had chance to read it yet

Best Regards
Grey Wolf
 
Thankyou all for your feedback. Grey Wolf, I wasn't planning on doing anymore so feel free to continue with your own installments.

I will read with great interest! :D
 
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