Karmic Retribution

Hey, another NOT self insert! Here we have, Simon Rhienmetall, a German who was deported from Germany, for treasons he wishes no one know. This is a ONE SHOT! If you want it to be a story, I will gladly continue it, it'll just take forever. And Simon arrives in Oregon, America,.. NOW!

The Fourth Class tickets were the most the German government would pay to get me here. Sigh, I am not scum! I have done nothing! They never believed me.. Oh well, I heard from the Russian dude next to me that we arrive in ten minutes. Well, I am Simon Rhienmetall, a twenty four year old man, with blond hair (slicked back) and blue eyes. I prefer my grey T-shirt and jeans. I need to find work fast if I'm to survive in the United States..

Finally I feel the ship stop. "Haben wir angekommen?" (Have we arrived?) I stand up, and so does the Russian next to me. He seems glad, yet I am terrified. What do I do? Where will I go!? The Russian turns to me, and smiles "Я думал, что я никогда не вырваться из этого ада дыра .. им , наконец, здесь !" (I never thought I'd escape that hell hole! I'm finally here!) I have no idea what he said.. But he sounds happy.

We make our way up to the top deck, passing multiple people, mostly tourists coming back from other countries, people hugging people, people running, people laughing. Where am I in this? I'm standing next to no one. Well, my parents were citizens of America, so I don't need to go through naturalization. I walk onto the board walk, and look around. Fisherman, all around, fishing as they rightfully should. I don't feel at home. I am only normal to those I have been surrounded by all my life. I don't know anyone! I don't even speak English!

I step off the board walk, no bags, nothing. I walk into a strange town, signs hang everywhere, that I can barely make out. I figure I will go to find a place I can stay. A man walks toward me, holding a piece of paper, and saying something very loud, as if begging. He's well dressed, obviously wealthy. My head turns into a flippin' tomato, and I stop walking. My eyes meet his, and he smiles, and shoves the paper into my hands. I look at it.

It's a.. Newspaper? I don't know, and I look up, and he's gone. I turn around, looking again. Nothing. I sigh, and read a little bit of what I can make out "Grand ..Opening, ... Given new life, need ... Staff." Huh. An ad? I need work. I turn my head up, and walk in the direction I feel my heart beating towards. I turn left, right, left, left, and go straight a block. And somehow, I feel that the sign I see ahead looks like the one on the news paper in my hands!

I look down. They match! I look up, a smile on my face! Hope, I feel it! A possible job, all I can hope for!

I sprint towards the building like a mad man! I stop for a second, hesitating. The building looms over me, intimidating. Cracks in the architecture, dozens of other things! It all seems way too much different from the one on the paper.. I look up, close my eyes, and stiffen up my face! Your a man Simon! There is no obstacle you cannot conquer!

I stumble in the door, my confidence still outside apparently. I stand there, hands in my pockets, waiting for nothing, my head completely aching after spending all of three seconds in the building! Very, VERY loud music! Kids screaming! Good lord, where am I!? The German government really knows how to punish people..

A woman walks up to me, and says something along the lines of "Sir.. Can't be.. Without a child." I add two and two, and realize she wants me to leave if I don't have a kid with me. I jump and pull the news paper out of my pocket, and point to the ad, and smile. Please work, please work!

She says "Oh!" And tells me to follow. I do as told, and eventually end up in an office, a round, chubby, happy looking man sitting in front of me. She says "This man.. Ad.. Job.." As she says the last word I beam and nod. She turns to me "Can you.. English?"

I then repeat the one thing I know in English "I.. Speak.. German.. From.. Germany." These English words are so confusing! What the hell is a Germany!? It's Duestchland!

The two realize what I said, which astounds even me. My English must be terrible! Like nails on a chalk board.. The man at the desk, whom I now recognize as the owner of this establishment smiles and says, in Duestch, "Ester Tag?" (First day?) I sigh and smile "Ja." (Yes) the boss smiles, looks at me up and down, and appears to be deep in thought, but he doesn't seem happy.. He's looking at me like he see's a bullet coming towards my head, and he REALLY wants to tell me..

"Ja, Sie können den Job haben , wenn Sie wollen?" (Yes, you can have the job, if you want?) I smile broadly "Ja!" (Yes!) however I remain cautious and curious. He turns to the woman who led me here. "Kate, get this gentleman a uniform," he turns his attention to me. "was ist Ihr Name, Kind?" (What's your name, kid?) I puff out my chest and adjust my posture "Simon Rhienmetall!" He laughs and says "Hehe, wohl Soldat!" (Hehe, at ease soldier!)

I the follow the woman, Kate, after she tugs on my shirt sleeve. I am dragged to another room, after some walking, and finally we arrive in a room full of uniforms. I look through some uniforms, and sigh, some name tags are scorched or.. Blood stained? NEIN, that has got to be marker, but some names are still readable. "Jacob Fitzeres" and "Nicholas Brenemir" are some names that I can still read. Nicholas's Uniform is massive, but has a.. Stab wound? On the back. Nicholas at least had to be at least EIGHT FEET TALL.

Jacob's has a massive blood splatter on the front.. I turn to Kate, and look at her with a 'WHAT ZE BACKFLIPPING FUCK!?' Look on my face, and she nods, understanding. "Those were past night watch men.. You don't wanna know." I turn back to the uniforms, and there's one in perfect condition, next to one that appears to be wet, but I can't tell what the lequid spilled on it was.. Maybe root beer, it looks kinda reddish. The perfect one has a blank name tag, and the one next to it is (was wet) labeled "Michael Schmidt."

I put the perfect one on, and instant authority runs in my veins. I feel power, as if I were the best man in the building. I protect all! I smile chaotically, not noticing Kate blushing with a hand over her mouth trying not to laugh.

She hands me a belt, with three or four items. A taser, duh. Handcuffs, duh. Pepper spray, duh. A note pad? Eh. Suddenly a young man walks in, walks up to Kate, and have some small talk. He takes off his uniform, the name tag reading "Jeremy Fitzgerald." On the front. He's a tiny, tiny man. Barely 5'2. He notices me, and asks Kate something. She points at me and says "... Name is Simon Rhienmetall..." Some other words I couldn't understand.

Jeremy steps forth and shakes my hand. He seems terrified of me. I smile broadly, and he just shrinks further. I'm not terrifying! Oh wait. Our uniforms look different.. Oh wait, I'm of higher authority, aren't I? I just began! Eh. I just say "Hello! I am Simon Rhienmetall!" Mike's uniform is dark blue, and Jeremy's is light blue..

Jeremy smiles, still blushing like a tomato.

"Hi! I'm Jeremy Fitzgerald, and I think your not gonna like Mike.. He's.. Strange." I tilt my head questioningly. He points to the uniform, of Mike Schmidt. That's who that is then.. "Warum wird nicht ich ihn mag ?" (Why won't I like him?) Kate, apparently also speaking German (thank god for bilingual people!) translated what I said to Jeremy, and Jeremy told me "He's strange.. He acts like a man lost in the middle of the Sahara.. With a FRICK ton of water, but no food.." I tilt my head again, still confused.

He shakes his head, and says "Never mind, just.. I gotta go, my shift is over anyway!" He rushes off. I'm still confused. I shrug my shoulders, and ask for the time. Kate replies "Das Ziet is," she looks at her watch "5:00 P.M, Sie beginnen um 12:00 Uhr zu arbeiten!" (The time is, 5:00 P.M., You start working at 12:00!) I walk outta the building, feeling glorified, despite having no place to stay. Kate rushes out after me. "Sorry about not telling you, your to be paid $120.54 a week!" And then her face softens.

"You seem nice.. Uh I have to warn you.. The Animatronics aren't exactly very friendly to the guards..." I tilt my head, now just mindfucked. "diese animatonics sind harmlos , was könnte einer von ihnen sogar zu einer Person zu tun ?" (Those animatronics are harmless! What could one even DO to a person?)

She goes from worried to serious! "Listen Simon! Come in tonight, and you'll know what I mean! Just.. Don't ever, EVER, leave the office the millisecond the clock strikes Twelve!" I examine her face, for signs of trickery. She isn't lying. Something bad is gonna happen, huh? Well, I'm the Night Security, I'm the man to DEAL with these things! Ja, I'm the most important man in the building!

Well, guys, if you want more, Imma have to tell ya, the reviews (I'll need THREE to continue the story a second chapter..) better be pretty ok. I have some more stuff lined up, but so far this is gonna be the first chapter! And yes, some of the stuff is actually me translating, some of it is Google translate, some might be right, some might be wrong.