The Hatchet Chronicles I


Disclaimer- I'm inching towards copy and pasting all of my disclaimers. It's annoying. But that's what the FF manual suggests me to do. Write disclaimers. Sigh...well, I don't own Total Drama and I never will own characters like Chris, Chef Hatchet, Noah, Owen, and Tyler. The other characters belong to me. The theme belongs to my friend who gave me the idea in two seconds. And all rights reserved for Fresh TV, Teletoon, Cartoon Network, etc. etc.

Note- This is the side-plot. All of my seasons for Viewer's Choice will have a side-plot. Can I promise that? Not really. Guess I'm hypocritical haha! In these side-plots, you will meet a lot of different characters that will serve a benefit for the story itself. Right now, as you can tell, the Hatchet Chronicles will dive into Chef's past, which is something I hardly see other authors do.

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Warning: This chapter may contain violence, inappropriate language, incorrect history lessons, offensive remarks, and basically anything worth the warnings. Oh, and some tough stuff that I can't reveal yet...

As such, sit back and enjoy the show!


"Come on Chef, you gotta tell us now," Steven smiled at Chef who was walking away after the elimination. The interns were following Chef. Some smiling. Some looking bored. That last one belongs to Noah.

"Yeah tell us!" Owen begged.

"Tell us how you and General Ral met!" Leon grinned, holding up a notepad and a pencil. "Was it through lies and manipulation? Or was it from the dark depths of the Bermuda itself!"

Silence.

"...I don't know what goes on in your head kid," Chef shook his head at Leon as he frowned.

"It's called an active imagination..." Leon groaned.

"Imagination is just thought kid," a voice said. General Eugene Ral appeared from the midst of the shadows. He had his hands behind his back as he stood tall and firm.

"Whoa!" Tyler jumped. "The General just came out of nowhere!"

"He came from the midst of the shadows," Noah poetically corrected. "That's exactly what the phrase above our phrase basically said."

"Whoa, you broke the fourth wall!" Tyler cried.

"I did didn't I?" Noah rolled his eyes.

"So what brings you here General?" Albert asked General Ral. "You want to join us or something? We're heading back to the cafeteria. Chef said he needed to get something."

"A trip with my fellow colleague and his own cadets should be something a general like me can go with," General Ral nodded.

"Yes, my cadets," Chef grinned, looking at the interns.

"...Chef," Steven rubbed his neck nervously. "You're kinda scaring me with that grin and that look."

"That's General Hatchet to you," Chef stood tall and firm.

"Great, he's got Ralitis," Leon shook his head, chuckling.

"Ralitis?" Noah blinked.

"Basically a disease spread by General Ral himself," Leon smiled. "General Ral wants to be known as a general and as such, Chef wants to be known as a general as well. As such, Ralitis makes Chef want to be known as a general-"

"Hold your darn teensy brain there boy," General Ral frowned. "There can only be one general here, and that's me!"

"So what does that make me?" Chef asked.

Pause.

"...Lieutenant..." General Ral said after a pause.

"Not bad," Chef nodded approvingly.


They were now at the cafeteria. Chef was sitting down on the table with General Ral by his side. The interns sat down as well, facing their two superiors.

They were silent for a while. That is, until Noah stood up to break the silence.

"Alright, I thought you were trying to find something Chef," Noah told Chef. "Why'd we come in here?"

"Actually, I organized this," General Ral said bluntly.

"Whoa!" Tyler jumped back. "The General is evil!"

"So you killed John Doe!" Leon pointed his finger at General Ral. Honestly, Ral looked unamused. Tyler and Leon sank back on their chairs.

"It's time you new cadets learn what Hatchet and I had to do back in the days of war," Ral sniffed the air.

"Awesome!" Owen grinned. "We're gonna see a backstory!"

"Flashback," Noah corrected.

"Additional chapter that will serve use to the story's plot," Albert corrected the two. The others stared at Albert. "...Nevermind."

"You kids are weird," Ral looked at each and everyone of the interns. "In fact, I'm contemplating whether I should tell you or not."

"I promise I won't laugh," Leon promised, though he was regretting it.

"I promise I won't fall asleep?" Tyler asked.

Everyone else looked at Noah.

"What?" Noah asked.

They expected something from him. And after a minute of silence, Noah sighed.

"Fine, I won't make a snarky comment," Noah crossed his arms. He was regretting that promise.

Chef and Ral looked at one another. Then Ral began:


About 30 years ago...


It was the year...hmm...unsure actually. It was a year and a year nonetheless. In a small little diner with hungry, hungry people entering and exiting, Chef wore an apron and a chef's hat. His clothes had been greased and he had black hair with a unibrow. His physical structure was much different. In fact, he was skinnier, thinner, weaker.

"Order up!" he cried.


(Present Day)

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Tyler interrupted the flashback. "You were skinny?"

"You mean, you were actually nice?" Leon asked, crossing his arms. A flying pan made contact with his face. "...The frying pan...how is my old enemy...?"

"Don't interrupt," Chef frowned before he continued.


(30 Years Ago)

"Order up!" young Chef in his 20s cried.

And as he cooked, people ate and scarfed down food of any sorts.

It wasn't until that one time when military officials came into the restaurant and presented Chef with an offer.

"You look like someone who would be of some use to us," one of the official told the young Chef.

"We're looking for men and women like you, ready to combat in war," another official added. "Your skills in the kitchen can be of some use."

Chef looked at the paper.


(Present Day)

"So I did the logical thing," Chef said as the flashback faded. "I joined the army."

"I got a question," Owen raised his hand.

"What is it chubby boy?" Chef asked.

"Is your real name Chef?" Owen asked.

Chef was silent and he prepared to go back to telling his life story.

"I got a question as well," Leon raised his hand.

"And what's your question scrawny kid?" Chef asked.

"...You actually cook good food?" Leon asked.

Chef raised his frying pan at a frightened Leon.

"The frying pan!" Leon shrunk on his seat. "It hurts! It hurts!"

"Continue the story Hatchet," General Ral crossed his arms.

"Fine," Chef looked at General Ral before he could even land a blow at Leon.


(30 Years Ago)

Chef looked nervous. The same officials were sitting by his side.

Sitting across from him, another teen about his age. He too sat with two officials by his side. This teen had a buzzcut that seemed to have been blonde. He looked at Chef, though, he was to keep quiet.

The officials told them to stay quiet.

But the long, bumpy drive was getting boring. For both Chef and the teen looking at him.

It wasn't a lover's look. No. Just curiosity and relief that someone the teen's age was there.

...

Then the drive came to a halt. Chef was relieved. They've been driving for hours. And right now, Chef needed to head to the restaurant. No doubt the teen looking at him needed to go as well.

"We're here," the official said before exiting. "You two wait here..."

This was to Chef and the teen. The officials and gotten out the vehicle to talk to another military guard that had to look through all that identification scenario.

Chef took this opportunity to began to speak.

"...You been called out here as well?" Chef asked.

"Yeah," the teen nodded. "My dad's apparently leading a team of soldiers across German territory..."

"Damn, your dad is in the military?" Chef asked.

"You got it," the teen smiled admirably. "My dad's a general. And when I grow up, I want to be like him. A general who leads his men into war!"

"Sounds like a good dream," Chef laughed. "...What's your name?"

"Eugene...Eugene Ral," Eugene nodded, handing Chef a big old salute. "And yours?"

"...Uh...just call me Hatchet.." Chef told Eugene. "I respond better to that..."

"Of course," Eugene nodded. "Hatchet..."

A friendship was born indeed. Eugene Ral and Chef Hatchet.


The two boys were dropped off at a camp at some sort. Two military officials in front. Two military officials in the back. To them, it was like prisoners being escorted to the worst kind of prison.

Chef and Eugene looked around. Gated fences were everywhere.

Some military buffs were being pushed to the limit. Others were practicing target range practice.

Chef and Eugene were silent the whole way. They feared that if they talked, the officials might give them the worst kind of dirty looks.

In fact, the whole walk was rather awkward. It felt long. Like a hallway with doors that added by each amount.

But then...they did finally make it to a building of sort.

"This is where you'll be staying," the officials told Eugene and Chef. "Your colleagues will be waiting for you in there."

"Colleagues?" Eugene asked.

"Didn't know we had one," Chef said.

The officials gave them the dirtiest look.


Eugene and Hatchet headed in. Immediately however, they were treated to seeing three other people, all quite the same age.

A buffet table laid there with cheese and crackers mostly.

A sofa was available as well but the only thing was missing was a television set. Most likely cause those didn't exist back then. Maybe. Facts about 39 years ago are quite troubling.

"They have a buffet table?" Eugene blinked.

"They have a comfy looking sack?" Hatchet asked.

"A what?" Eugene asked confused.

"You two must be the other recruits," one of the three teens said. This one was a male. He was African-Canadian with a buzzcut and looked quite goofy. He had on a white button-up with black pants and brown shoes. "Heh heh! Name's Jac Omedy!"

He flashed a peace sign.

"Jac Omedy?" Eugene asked. "Well, since you introduced yourself, My name is Eugene Ral...and this is Hatchet."

"Uh hey?" Hatchet looked embarrassed.

"Hatchet?" Jac asked, crossing his arms. "Your choice of weapon a hatchet or something. Nuhahaha!"

"That was a good one," Hatchet laughed.

"You serious?" Eugene looked unamused. "That wasn't a good joke at all..."

"I wasn't trying at all for that one," Jac giggled.

"I can see that," Eugene chuckled to himself. He looked to the other two.

The girl he looked at had short blonde hair and a white shirt along with brown shorts and high heels. She gave off a smile.

"Your name was Eugene Ral right?" the girl asked, smiling. "My name's Millie Terrison. I think we'll get along just fine."

She gave another smile. In fact, her smile might be a bit too much, but she still looked pretty cute.

"Um, nice to meet you," Eugene chuckled, catching himself blushing a bit.

"Aw..." Hatchet grinned and patted Eugene on the back. "Eugene says we'll get along just fine as well."

"Hatchet right?" Millie smiled before looking up in thought. "Is that your first or last name?"

"Last name," Hatchet told Millie. "I...don't really want to reveal my first name."

"Ah, that's fine," Millie smiled. "Its the secrets that make someone interesting!"

"I love secrets!" Jac laughed. "Especially that one girl named Victoria. She has a very interesting secret that only I know!"

"...What?" Eugene raised an eyebrow.

"Who's Victoria?" Hatchet asked, confused.

"...Someone..." Jac laughed.

"That's a strange one," Eugene chuckled nervously.

"But he's quite hilarious I believe!" Millie smiled cheerfully.

"How exactly?" the last of the people asked. He had blue slick-back hair with two strands popping out and pointing down. He looked bored and was dressed up more sophisticated than the others. He wore a blue suit with a tie shaped as a cross and blue pants along with black shoes.

"Oh, who are you?" Hatchet blinked. "We haven't been introduced to you yet."

"...I noticed that a while ago," the blue haired sophisticated teen said. "...But if you must know my name. It's Civet von Warrington."

"von Warrington?" Eugene asked. "Wait, as in the Warrington Family?"

Civet looked at Eugene and nodded.

"Isn't that the richest family in London?" Hatchet asked.

"One of the richest family in London," Eugene corrected.

"What's a guy like you doing here?" Millie asked, curious.

"It's a war," Civet crossed his arms. "And it's a war London is part of as well. As such, it's my duty to help my country. Of course, I had to be sent here because of a 'special program'."

"Special program?" Jac stopped laughing.

"Yeah, basically why we're here," Civet crossed his arms. "We're like a special unit team from what I heard."

"They rounded up a bunch of teens to help fight in war?" Millie gasped, stopping her smile. "That's terrible!"

"In Sparta, they trained young boys at the age of 5," Civet looked at Millie. "If you think about it, we're the lucky ones to get involved in this."

"You seem to know a lot about this," Eugene inquired.

"What?" Civet asked. "World History?"

"No no," Eugene shook his head. "I meant what we're all doing here."

"Oh that?" Civet asked. "It's what happens when you have a rich family. You get more intel on what you're about be thrusted into."

"So then, what happens now?" Jac asked.

"What do you mean?" Hatchet asked.

"Well, we're done introducing each other to one another," Jac crossed his arms. "Shouldn't something happen right now?"

"Life's not a video-game Jac," Civet gave a unamused frown. "Something isn't just gonna happen just because we finished some tutorial."

A knock on the door came as Millie went to pick it up.

"Something happened alright," Hatchet blinked.

And as soon as Hatchet blinked, Millie jumped a bit after a storm of soldiers headed in and stood up tall. Millie hurried to the other teens as a man walked in. This man was in his 50s, he had a gray and white goatee and mustache along with a full on blue general suit with blue pants and black shoes. He had on a blue hat and had a scar on his left eye along with an eyepatch. A zig-zag mustache was available as well.

The man stood tall and looked at the five. Silent.

The other five felt intimidated. Civet as well.

"...Um...hey?" Hatchet asked.

"Good day cadets!" the man saluted.

"Good day indeed!" Jac saluted back.

"Yes yes, agreed!" Eugene saluted.

Civet gave a weak salute as Millie gave a firm salute.

Hatchet was the last to salute.

"You cadets are absolutely awful at saluting..." the man shook his head. "I'm Sergeant Genesis. But you call me Sergeant from now on! Understood?"

"Uh, okay," Jac shrugged.

"Understood?!" Genesis barked.

"SIR YES SIR!" Jac saluted firmly.

"Good!" Genesis nodded. "We will begin the tour NOW!"

"Tour?" Eugene asked.

"What is this, a damn reality TV show?" Civet asked, unamused.

"It's more of a resort!" Jac laughed. "An awesome resort!"

"Did I say you can talk?!" Genesis barked at them all.


(Present Day)

"Oh so that's where Chef got that attitude from," Tyler laughed.

"Stop interrupting!" Chef barked at Tyler.

"Yeah, I can see the family resemblance," Noah rolled his eyes.


(30 Years Ago)

"This is where you will be eating your food and showering," Genesis said, having not moved from the building they were in. "If you bothered to check, there were stairs that leads to your rooms. Boys on one side and girls on other. I don't want to see no babies roaming around in my camp!"

The boys looked at Millie.

"Yeah, this will be awkward," Jac blinked.

"I'm the only girl here," Millie sighed to her self before pulling off another smile. "Oh well, I bet it won't be that bad."

"Good, you're sucking it up," Genesis nodded at Millie. "Now let's go!"

The group looked at one another. Jac shrugging it off and grinning. Millie hugging herself tightly and uncertain. Civet crossing his arms in thought. And Eugene and Hatchet looked at one another. They gave each other reassuring smiles and followed Genesis.


"This here is where you'll be training," Sergeant Genesis said. "Everything will be supervised under me. And it is here where you'll be practicing your short-range and long-range target practice. You'll also be trained in combat, how to drive planes and guns, and best of all, how to withstand pain."

"Withstand pain?" Civet blinked.

"Do you know how many soldiers give up after feeling a buttload of pain?" Genesis asked. "A lot! And you five aren't any different! As such, you will learn to withstand pain!"

"All of a sudden this feels like yoga practice," Jac laughed. Millie giggled at that as Eugene snickered a bit.

"What's so funny?" Sergeant Genesis turned around, penetrating everyone with death-defying glares.

"Nothing," Eugene gave a look at Genesis as Millie pulled up a friendly smile. Jac had to stifle a laugh.

Sergeant Genesis narrowed his eyes and continued the tour.


"You see that warehouse?" Sergeant Genesis asked, pointing to the warehouses that held fighter jets. Currently, the fighter jets were being filled with missiles. "That's where we keep our fighter jets."

"We can see that," Eugene said.

"Stop back-sassing me!" Sergeant Genesis cried.

"I'm more concerned about why we're here Sergeant," Civet spoke up. "What's the point of this 'special program'? Why us? What are we trying to accomplish here?"

Sergeant Genesis looked at Civet.

"You're a von Warrington kid right?" Genesis asked.

"...Yes..." Civet nodded.

"Then you should know," Genesis said before continuing along.

"But...I don't know..." Civet blinked.

Sergeant Genesis turned around, sighing bitterly to himself.


Somewhere else...

Marching. A whole army was marching. This was the enemy. And standing above them all was a man who looked to be in his 30s. He had black hair and red eyes. He wore a black Nazi uniform complete with the cape and Swastika arm band.

Next to him was a man in his 40s who had on glasses, the left part covered by the light brown hair. He also wore a white coat and held a grenade in one hand. He also had a small brown goatee.

On the other side was a man in his 30s who had blonde slicked-back hair and a black Nazi uniform as well.

And beside this man? A woman with grayish blue hair that was braided. She had on a green beret and had on black gloves with a teal Nazi uniform complete with the Swastika and the black rubber boots.

The army mentioned before were all filled with Swastika-wearing soldiers that stopped and turned to the man.

"...Ah...Canada..." the man who stood up front flipped his black cape back and raised his arms in the air. It looked like he was praising the Heavens. "Soon ladies and gentleman! Soon, all of Canada, every zingle parts of Canada vill be ours!"

The soldiers stood tall and firm and listened to the man speaking.

"Adolf Hitler may have failed zanks to zhose silly Americans, but zhey never considered a man next in line after Hitler's rule," the man spoke. "Soon, when ve control Canada, ve vill zhen control America, and zhen, ze world! I promise all of Germany zhis! I promise my friends and family...and most of all, ve vill do zhis for him! Hitler! Heil Hitler!"

"Heil Hitler!" the soldiers gave the Nazi salute. "Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler!"


"Fuhrer Reichner..." Sergeant Genesis had showed them a clip of the Nazi leader's speech. Fuhrer Reichner...a quite a typical (maybe unusual) German name. But a man of utmost intimidating glances and leadership skills.

"Fuhrer Reichner?" Jac asked.

"Is that even a name?" Hatchet blinked.

"Hell, Nazis?" Civet growled. "How are they still here?"

"Just because Adolf Hitler fell, don't mean the Nazis fell as well," Genesis said.

"So this is all secret?" Millie asked. "Like, the government is covering this up or something?"

"It's not something important to be covered up, but it can be covered up," Genesis nodded. "The government didn't want to update a bunch of textbooks."

"Makes sense," Jac shrugged.

"So basically this 'special program' is to help you guys get rid of the Nazis 2.0?" Eugene asked. "That's messed up."

"War itself is messed up, so I wouldn't be talking," Genesis growled at Eugene. He clicked a button which revealed mugshots of five notable people. Of course, these were the mugshots of the four Nazis described. Plus one that has yet to appear.

Fuhrer Reichner was in the first picture.

The man in his 40s was next. Then the blonde man in his 30s, then the woman with grayish blue braided hair, and then a man with short blonde hair and an eyepatch and notable Nazi clothing.

"These are the notable leaders of this next generation Nazi gang," Genesis said. "I already told you who Reichner was, but this guy..."

He pointed to the man in his 40s. The man with glasses and his left eye being covered by light brown hair.

"This is Reverend Lushun," Genesis said. "The guy who makes all the major weapons for Reichner to use. Also a close subordinate of Reichner himself."

"Damn guy looks devious," Jac blinked.

"The goatee doesn't make him look any better," Civet muttered.

He then pointed to the man with blond slicked-back hair. The man in his 30s.

"Lieutenant Germane Schwarz," Genesis said. "Bloodthirsty, cruel. If Reichner wasn't the main leader of this operation, then Schwarz would've been main leader himself, and you do not want that."

"Why?" Millie asked.

"Stories say Schwarz is an escaped criminal, others say he was possessed by a spirit of a serial killer," Genesis said. Millie looked terrified. The boys, not so much.

"Those are just stories right?" Civet looked unamused.

"Possessed by a spirit," Jac asked. "That's not even a good joke."

"That's because he wasn't joking," Civet groaned.

"Escaped criminal is something I can believe," Hatchet said. Eugene nodded his head in agreement.

Millie was just shaking in fear. Genesis had clicked the button which went straight to the female Nazi. The one with the grayish-blue braided hair.

"Captain Gerissen Schneider," Genesis said. "Cutthroat and cunning. She acts as Reichner's bodyguard and is one you gotta watch out for. She's like a hostile snake. Can attack at any given moment. And the venom she possesses will pierce through your veins."

"Poetic," Hatchet mumbled.

"This Schneider girl...is kinda hot," Jac blinked.

"I will shoot you right now," Genesis frowned at Jac who was shocked into silence.

"Moving on," Genesis said as he flipped to the final mugshot. The man with an eyepatch and short blond hair. "This is Colonel Panzer. He's the guy that leads the army into battle."

"He wasn't in that clip you showed," Jac gave a thought.

"He's more of a newbie," Genesis said. "We've got men who came back from an encounter with this guy."

"A newbie and already people are already telling stories about the guy," Eugene muttered.

The boys crossed their arms as Millie clutched her head.

"I c-CAN'T D-D-DO THIS ANYMORE!" Millie screamed as she ran out.

"I'll take this one," Civet stood up and blocked the other boy's way with his arm. He headed out as Jac, Eugene, and Hatchet blinked.


Millie was tearing and crying outside the building. It was a rare sight. Well, possibly if one knew her more. She was in a cradle position, her face buried in her legs. Civet walked out and sat next to her, an expressionless look on his face.

"...What's wrong?" Civet asked.

"I don't want to do this," Millie cried. "I don't want to do this."

Civet was silent.

"Continue, let all your emotions out," Civet told Millie.

"I have a family," Millie cried. "My parents, my two younger sisters...I promised them I'll be fine...but that's going to be a lie..."

Civet was silent again.

"...Civet...I don't want to die!" Millie cried. She faced towards him, tears welling out of her eyes. "Please Civet. I want to go home to my family. I want to see them again! I don't want to leave them forever!"

Civet looked at Millie. Then, he spoke.

"Whether you die or not, that's up to you," Civet stood up. "But if it makes you feel better, I promise you...you will not die. I will make sure of that..."

It was Millie's turn to be silent.

"T-thank you Civet," Millie sniffled.

"It's no problem," Civet coughed a bit. "Um, anyway, let's head back inside, shall we?"

Millie gave a small smile and nodded.


When Civet and Millie headed back, Eugene, Jac, and Hatchet gave perky smiles at the two, particularly Civet.

"What?" Civet asked.

"Nothing," Jac stood up, chuckling in absolute amusement. "So Genesis! When's our training gonna begin?"

"You kids just arrived an hour or so ago," Genesis shook his head. "There is no training today, tomorrow and on, yes!"

"Nice," Jac grinned. "We get to relax here in this house, that is all to ourselves!"

"Don't get cocky," Genesis frowned at Jac as he headed out. Soldiers that accompanied him left as well...leaving only the five teens in the house.


(Present Day)

"And that's all," Chef said.

"I call bull," Tyler frowned.

"Yeah, what happened to those Nazis?" Leon frowned. "Did they lose?"

"Come on Chef, it was just getting interesting," Noah crossed his arms.

"Yeah, this Genesis guy sounds interesting!" Owen nodded. "He reminds me of someone I know!"

"We went over that already," Noah flatly stated.

"I ain't about to tell you more!" Chef barked. "I'm tired and tomorrow's a big day!"

"You're no fun Chef," Steven sighed.

"General Ral!" Albert grinned at Ral. "Are you gonna tell us?"

"Hatchet here is a better story-teller than I am," General Ral shook his head.

"So no," Albert sighed.

"If you little punks want to know so much, you guys can go find out more yourself," Chef shook his head.

"I didn't know they had Chef's backstory on the internet," Tyler blinked.

"No," Noah facepalmed. "The files Tyler. The files..."

"We have files?" Tyler asked.

"Of every contestant?" Steven asked. "Yep."

"And all the juicy juicy details we'll find," Leon rubbed his hands deviously.

"Yeah," Noah blinked.


Chef walked off with General Ral.

"You ever wonder where the others are at Hatchet?" Ral asked.

Chef was silent.

"Hatchet?' Ral asked again.

A thought. But in our case...a flashback.


(30 Years Ago)

Running. That was what was heard. A soldier was wounded. Arms bleeding. Face heavily bruised. Hands coated with blood. The soldier himself was rather lanky in a way. He was running from something.

Voices could be heard...and...

Wait. A flashback within a flashback?


This flashback within a flashback, happened just a couple days ago. A couple of days before Ral and Hatchet's arrival.

A group of men, all on their knees. The soldier, and four others. The one beside him was a soldier and the other two were soldiers as well. But then came the guy in the middle. A tough man himself.

And each soldier was guarded by armed Nazi officials, holding their machine guns. Most notably of those officials, was none other than Germane Schwartz, the blonde haired Nazi that stared at each and every one of those five soldiers.

"Ha," the tough man in the middle laughed. "What are you looking at?"

Germane didn't reply. Instead he waited.

"Geez, is the atmosphere always this so quiet," the tough man asked, laughing. The Nazi officials looked at one another as Germane gave each of them a hand gesture to signify their duties to just stand and look intimidating.

And then the doors opened. The main leader of the Nazis himself. Fuhrer Reichner. And with him, his subordinate Reverend Lushun, whose hands were behind his back as he smirked.

His creepy grin and firm posture caused some of the soldiers to gulp, except for the tough man.

"Survivors Supreme Leader Reichner," Schwarz told Reichner.

"Fuhrer," Reichner pulled off a creep smile. "Fuhrer will do Lieutenant..."

Lieutenant Germane Schwarz gave a firm nod and stood tall again.

"So, zhis is it," Reichner walked around them. "Ze best of ze best? We might as vell vin zhis war...no?"

"Zhese Canadians," Reverend Lushun chuckled. "Silly to bring such a veak army..."

"Vell said Reverend," Reichner grinned.

"Yeah but you Germans lost the second World War under Hitler's rule, what makes you think you can pull this off?" the tough man laughed. Reichner stopped grinning and looked at the tough man.

"Vhat is your name?" Reichner asked.

"What?" the tough man asked.

"Vhat...is your name?" Reichner repeated.

"I can't understand that accent of yours," the tough man laughed. He was the only one laughing.

Reichner happened to have frowned.

"Zhat iz General Ral," Reverend Lushun blurted out. "He's a father of one son and a married man..."

"Danke Reverend!" Reichner retained that grin of his. "Vhat vill I do vithout you..."

Reichner looked at General Ral closely.

"So, you zhink zhis iz some joke?" Reichner asked. "Vell, zhat iz vhere I vill prove you wrong Herr Ral..."

General Ral gave a look of amusement in Reichner's eyes.

"How?" General Ral asked. "All we know is that you're a Hitler wannabe. Compared to the big man himself, you're just some loon who should be dropped into a bin..."

Reichner looked at General Ral.

"Such big words Herr Ral..." Reichner gave a dark chuckle before turning to Schwarz. "Erschieß ihn. Erschießt sie alle!"

Schwarz gave a nod as he pulled out a revolver.

"My apologies..." Reichner turned to General Ral with a smile.

"Apologies?" General Ral asked.

"...I wish I vould have gotten to interact vith you more...but some things are just left uncompleted I suppose..." Reichner chuckled darkly. "And...condolences to your son and wife...zhey vill be heartbroken..."

"Hand me your best shot..." General Ral gave a challenging grin.

"...Vith pleasure..." Reichner snapped his fingers as he left with Reverend Lushun.

Germane Schwarz pointed his revolver at Ral's forehead. In fact, the officials all pointed their machine guns at the five surviving soldiers.

"Ein!" Schwarz counted. "Zwei!...

...

...

...

...

Drei!"

And the sounds of bullets and gunshots filled the room...


TO BE CONTINUED...


And there you have Chef's past which marks the darkness meter of this story to a possible 8 or 9. Apologies if I have offended anyone but you have been warned.

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