AN: Alright, well this is my first time writing a ME fanfic. Just finished ME3. Wanted more but eh. Hope this fanfic of mine will be good, I'm still learning not just how to grammar but also how to time management. Srsly I am procrastinator to the core. Any ways 'ere you go
Reichstag, Berlin. 1945
Berlin is burning. The Third Reich has fallen. The fuhrer and many remaining leaders are hiding under the Führerbunker. Just days ago I helped civilians and soldiers to get out of here and join General Wenck, I should've join them but... I have a duty and oath to Germany, I must fight for whatever what's left of this burning city.
After I helped saving those civilians I managed to go back to the Reichstag safely. I joined up with the remaining SS soldiers and defend the Reichstag to the bitter end. The Russians have managed to enter the Reichstag and took out the SS guards there. Then waves upon waves of Russian soldiers entered the building and rushed the stairs leading to where the Parliament always meet and where Hitler makes his speeches, or in other words my position. And here I am with my Sturmgewehr, me and the SS guards aimed.. and opened fire.
We unleashed hell on the charging Russians, the stairs became their death. We waited for another attack, and it came, and again we unleashed hell, and again the stairs became the graves of many Russians. We lobbed grenades to the stairs to push any remaining Russians out of the stairs. This gave them time to regroup and rethink, and this gave us time to catch our breath. Our munitions are running low, most of the grenades were used up, we are outnumbered, and our spirits are low, the only thing that is keeping us in the fight is survival. We heard many stories about how the Russians treat German prisoners, it's not pretty. We are surrounded, chances of fleeing is non-existant, just like what they say "Throw your soldiers into positions whence there is no escape, and they will prefer death to flight".
After a minute of rest, a familiar shout is heard throughout the building, the Russians are attacking. Losing hope to survive, losing faith, I say to my comrades "Men!, we have heard their treatment to our captured comrades. I will not elaborate it, we all know what will come to us when they capture us. We will not survive to tell tales to what happened here. We will die!. And if we all die, we must take the enemy with us!. For every comrade that died here, we will kill 10 of them. For every loved one that they took from us, we will kill 20 of them. And for every inch of every step they will take beyond those stairs we will kill 30 of them!. Auf Wiedersehen Kameraden, wir sehen uns in Walhalla!"
They did not shout, nor did they cower, they nodded in agreement. Every single one of them know that they will die in this last stand of ours, but knowing that they fought against the enemy that took everything away from their young lives, their mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, and friends. Knowing that they fought back against them, is good enough for them not to cower in front of the enemy. And here it comes, with the clap of loud thunder, comes the devastating lighting.
The Russians attacked, with more men than last time. Their numbers overpowered us and managed to suppress us, but not taking out a lot of them. While we were suppressed the Russians flooded the stairs leading to the second floor, overlooking us. I ordered some of my men to shift their fire on the second floor, though my men managed to take out some Russians they still took the second floor and opened fire on our position
"Granate aus!" several of my men shouted. They lobbed grenades to prevent the Russians firing on us. It was useless, only some were thrown, many of the ones tried to lob a grenade were shot, and those that made it to the second floor only inflicted minimal damage to enemy. But still not completely useless, the Russians on the second floor halted their fire for a few seconds.
We are getting overpowered, we are about to get overrun. We will fall but not without taking the Russians with us, I got out of my cover and fired my StG. I killed several Russians, and I did not got shot, wonderful.
But even if I do that hundred more times, it will not matter, for every Russian I kill, 10 more will replace him, how are we suppose to beat an enemy like that. And so that battle goes on for seconds, to minutes, and to a miraculous hour, where I am the only one left. Looking at their eyes I see fear, me and my men held out for an hour, we killed and held off waves of Russian attacks, and I am still standing. But in those eyes I also see anger, like the ones I saw in many of my comrades' eyes during this battle. The Reich, we invaded, and killed, we raped, and plundered, now they are doing the same to us.
I still remember Crete, I partook in the mass murder in Kondomari. No, no. That's not my fault, that's the High Commands fault. I am merely a soldier, a tool for their actions. I looked at the Russian's eyes again, and I saw and remembered the civilians I killed in Russia. The men, women, and... children that I murdered. Their eyes, all of them, their faces, all dark, I see a wall of them, a wall full of faces. And in front was a hooded man, with dark red eyes, holding scythe. I tremble in front of him, I looked around my surroundings... I am still at the Reichstag. And there they are, the Russians aiming their weapons at me, and a familiar sound echoes throughout the destroyed building. I see smoke from the barrels of their rifles. Next I again saw the wall of faces, with the hooded man looking at me as if he is staring in my soul. "Valhalla ist nicht für dich mein Freund"