The Red Revolution

AN: My first english fanfic: What if it not an insecure Japanese boy, failed American geek or the boy from next door is sent to Halgekania, but probably the most revolutionary kind of man? A man who fought his whole life for two things. Justice and Revolution. Lets see.

"There was no person more feared by the CIA than Che Guevara because he had the capacity and charisma necessary to direct the struggle against the political repression of the traditional hierarchies in power in the World." CIA Agent Philip Agee

Bolivia 1967

„Fire from the front!", shouted Che as his fellow comrade Simeon ducked from the fire. Che did not. He fired a few rounds from his AK-47 before he charged for the next cover. He knew that they were cornered by at least thousand Bolivian soldiers and CIA agents that were encircling them in the jungle in this very moment. Not my first time to be cornered like that, but it seems to be my last time, he thought.

"Simeon! You okay?!", he shouted for his friend and fellow revolutionary, while gun shots flew over their heads.

"Si! More or less, Comandante!", his friend replied when he rose to shoot back. As he shot his last round he ducked too late. A bullet hit his shoulder followed by a brief scream.

"That was my last ammo, Comandante!", he shouted as he was never hit.

Che aimed for the enemy and killed him with a AK-47 salve. As he ducked again for cover he tossed his secondary pistol to Simeon.

"Make good use of it."

He did. Two enemy soldiers were killed by Simeon and one more by Ches´ AK-47. The battle was nowhere to be won. In fact Che knew that this would be his last stand. Simeon fought bravely, as he always had. As everyone had that followed him over the years. Many of them were killed and left Che with even more eagerness to destroy the corruptness in this world. He shouldered hundreds and thousands of hopes, wishes and lives. Not one of them he would forget. Guatemala, Mexico, Cuba, Algeria, Congo and now Bolivia. He had seen the world – and fought it. His life wasnt only his anymore. If he would die he would do so willingly and with the most impact – till the last round, like any other revolutionary that fought under his command.

He reloaded and charged with the last rounds in the AK-47 out of his cover. As Simeon saw that he did the same. Che charged as he fired single shots. Almost all of them hit their target. As Che was fired upon, his red-star beret was hit and fell to the ground. The next one hit him in the stomach and rendered his gun unable. With both hands he held his wound and noted that he did not feel any pain, but the blood was gushing out like there was no end. His vision began to blur. Damn it. Not yet.

Simeon run through Ches body and held his hands up in the high as he stood between Che and the soldiers.

"This is Comandante Guevara. Show him respect!"

Simeon...

The soldiers did not stop. Simeon was hit by several bullets as he fell next to Che. He was lying next to Che as he coughed up blood. Blood was flowing out out his mouth now. As a physician Che knew that Simeon would not survive his wounds. Neither would he. Simeons fierce eyes met Ches´. The former mineworker smiled as he never did before in his life.

"I am... proud to die next to Che."

"...And I am proud to have lived alongside Simeon Cuba Sarabia."

In the next second Simeons life was gone. However his dead eyes were still filled with hope and pride. Che took his remaining pistol and tried to aim at the nearing soldiers, but as he did his vision began to darken again. The last thing he saw was a green light. Thats it.

Halgekania, Tristain

Louise would do it. She would summon a powerful and noble familiar. At least she hoped so. The school ground was filled with strange animals and creatures. Today was the Springtime Summoning Familiar Day and she was next in row.

"She will fail as ever.", a full-busted Kirche made fun of her.

"I feel an explosion in the air.", someone else said and the air was filled with laughter.

Louise tried to remain calm, but she was angry. About them and foremost about herself. Why couldnt she do something right for the change. She would be happy with any familiar. Even a mouse or something similar to it would make her the happiest magician in the school. Just anything. Just not to fail another time.

"Come forth my familiar..."

Somewhere entirely else

"Ernesto..."

It´s been along time since he was called by his first name. He didnt know where he was or what happened to him afterward. It was a wonder he was still alive. The Comandante was lying on the ground and there was no pain in his sides where the bullet hit him. There was only one explanation, for he saw no reason to believe in any kind of after live: He made it out alive somehow and now he was in an interrogation. He looked up and saw only darkness. He saw nothing, but felt a presence in front of him thanks to his instincts forged by jungle warfare

"Shoot, you are only going to kill a man."

"We are not here to kill you, Ernesto. In fact we saved you."

Now he realized how full and vibrating the voice was. As if the full darkness around him was filled with it.

"Why would you save me?"

"We saved you, so you could save us."

"Show yourself, or this conversation is over." Che was already standing in the dark room. At least he thought it was a room. Could have been a kilometer wide underground bunker. The darkness never revealed anything to him.

"Very well."

The Comandante was greeted by light and some kind of stage he was standing on revealed beneath him. Below the stage was an endless seeming abyss. Behind the stage was only darkness. But there was another presence on the platform. In fact two. There were an old man with long beard standing in front of him and a young girl. She seemed to be about 14 years old. Che could not say for sure for he was no expert in kids. He shifted his look to the man. Is this some kind of after life?

"Ernesto Guevara. Most call me Comandante. And you are?"

"I have been given many names. Your kind would refer to me as a god. This next to me is my daughter."

"My kind? My kind does not have any gods. You will have to look elsewhere for a servant." The last word Che almost spitted. The Comandante narrowed his eyes.

"I may be a god, but not yours, Comandante. What I look for is not a servant, but a savior." The old man began to smile as he spoke the words. The celestial being has never seen one so strong and defiant. Eyes that were piercing and strong. A man who would not even kneel before a god. He was a born savior to His people.

"Send me back to my world, so I can fight on." Che demanded. He did not need a self-proclaimed god to tell him what to do. He knew very well what he had to do.

"That is impossible. A moment before you died we brought you here so we could save you. You would have died in your world without my fathers action. My father may be an immortal being with godlike power, but he is also bound by laws he cannot break." For the first time the girl next to the "god" was speaking to Che. Her voice was light and her attitude almost shy. A light tunica was hung over her shoulders. Her golden hair was silk and beautiful. The eyes were black, but honest. Similiar to Ches eyes.

"And you are?" He asked the girl next to the beard man.

"My name is Brimir... young savior." Her shy attitude irritated Che.

"Me Young? You seem much younger than me, girl."

"Dont be mistaken, Comandante. Despite her appearance she is over 5000 years old.", her father enlightened Che, while Brimir shoved herself a bit behind her father.

"Father..!", the girl pouted to her father.

Che sighed to Brimirs reaction. Whatever.

"Then you should have let me die.", he said as he focused on her father again.

"There is another world that needs someone like you more than ever before. They are the one, who refer me as their god.", the bearded man said.

"Why not change it yourself? You refer yourself as a god, afterall.", Che asked.

"Because I am bound by laws. I cannot take action in this regard by myself. My actions in mortal world are limited to subtle messages and ...well proxys."

"You saved me from inevitable death. I would not call that subtle."

"Yes. But for your world you died... youre gone. It didnt make a difference for your world for I do not possess the power to send you back. However I can send you in my world as a proxy. The world I want to send you is full of injustice and false beliefs. Only you can change it."

"And if I choose not to help you. Would you grant me my death?" At that Brimir shrieked, however her old man remained still.

"No please not, savior. You are the only one... to right my wrongs.", Brimir said. The last part under her breath. She buried her hands in her clothes. The pleading eyes where also full of guilt. Che narrowed his eyes.

"What do you mean? Right your wrongs?", Che asked.

"You will soon understand if you choose this path. And if not... I will grant you your right to die.", Brimirs father said.

Brimir looked at the ground before Che and remained in this stand. I am offered a chance to bring my battle for justice to another world full of injustice. The answer should be simple.

"A world full of injustice, you said?", Che rhetorically asked.

The bearded man smiled and acknowledged Ches´ decision. Birimir let out a relieved sigh.

"Thank you so much, young savior.", she thanked him.

"Ernesto will be enough.", he offered her.

"Ok... Ernesto. You can call me Brimir for it is my only name.", followed by an honest smile.

"Very well, Brimir.", after he said that Che looked to the bearded man again.

"I am ready."

"Not by far I fear. We have to equip you. First this rifle. It is the same kind that was damaged in your previous fight. 120 Bullets. 2 Pistols with each 30 bullets. And this. A new uniform similar to the one you wear at the moment."

"A scoped AK-47 and two Makarovs. Seems good. That uniform, too.", as he said that he had already changed into his new military uniform. Finishing with his green beret with the red star.

"One more thing. When you arrive your body will be 20 years younger than now. So you will be about 20. But mentally you will be the same as now.", the bearded man said.

"Very well. This is acceptable."

"Good luck, Ernesto.", now Brimir said to Che. Che could see a little sadness in her look. But a revolutionary has only for one thing eyes for. He took a cigar out of his front pocket and lighted it on. He buffed out.

"Hasta la victoria siempre."

"Che was the most complete human being of our age."

Jean-Paul Sartre

Hope you like it. English is not my first language (german is), but I do hope it is acceptable ;)