Chapter Thirty Five: The Red Road
"So, what's with the name Muller? My cousin told me something about a legend behind it." Alec said, sipping from a bottle of the purified water.
"...Is Muller your last name?" Joe asked, looking worried.
"No, I'm just curious about the story." Alec said, lying about his last name.
"Well, the years of the annexation were a hellish time in Canada. Riots, executions, beat downs, murder, stealing, burning things down, it was chaos. All I've found about that period of pre-war time, was from non-feral drunk ghouls, old faded journals, and ancient terminals. America, was taking resources away from Canada, as America needed everything they could grab a hold of for the efforts against China. Obviously, Canadians resisted this, and began to riot. America sent power armored soldiers to end the riots. Not only that, America annexed Canada, which made Canadians even more angry. Muller, was one of the power armored riot control units. All of them did considerably evil things, but Muller was the worst of them all." Tim explained.
"He executed Canadians in the streets, made their families watch while he did it. He manhandled and raped Canadian wives, and brutally beat their children to near death. He set houses on fire with families inside. Actually, he was a sack of shit even before he entered Canada. A serial killer turned into a soldier. He saw his mission in Canada as a return to the life his twisted mind craved. He saw Ontario as a playground, a playground that belonged to him." Joe added on.
"The Republic may be assholes, but I don't blame them for wanting to pay back all that Muller did in some way...even if it was on his descendants. Hell, I'd probably punch a Muller right in the face too." Tim said.
Alec grew much more cautious very quickly, as he didn't want to know what their reactions would be if he did tell them that he was descended to that asshole.
"I heard a tale about him...it was called, The Red Road." Kevin said.
"Ah yeah, that one is a classic." Joe remarked.
"What's The Red Road?" Alec asked, curious.
"Well...the tale of Muller's downfall, an obvious loved story, considering who Muller was." Tim said.
"One morning, of October 2077...Muller emerged from bed, having broken pretty much every Canadian to his will in the town of Ottawa...the town you said you came from. One man, with the last name of Marwin stepped into town, having heard that Muller had finally stopped traveling and causing trouble among Canada, and rooted himself in Ottawa. He was determined to end Muller once and for all. Muller had taken a wife, and unfortunately, had several children." Tim told the story of the Red Road.
"And then?" Alec asked.
"He slammed his fist on Muller's door, several times. Muller emerged from the door, about to strike Marwin for disturbing him, but Muller dodged it, and a fight quickly ensued. The fight was fierce, and most of the people of Ottawa watched it, and would have helped Marwin beat Muller, but they were too afraid. Marwin was being beaten, and was on the verge of being defeated. However, he was capable of rising back up, as the people of Ottawa from their homes which they watched from, yelled to get up. He then caught both of Muller's hands as he tried to strike him, and broke them." Tim continued the story.
"Then...?" Alec said.
"He struck him several more times, causing his face to leak blood. He twisted both of Muller's arms and broke them, and he kicked his legs out from underneath him. Alec began to drag him down the road, beating him along the way, causing more and more blood to cover the road. When he reached the center of the town? He allowed the people of the town to come and rip him apart. The man was reduced to nothing but bones, and pieces of flesh attached to them. Most of the entire road was red with Muller's blood. It was the cruelest, and most brutal punishment that ever happened in Canada. And when people were asked about it, they said that he deserved it." Tim said.
"That...was dark. All the people ripped him apart? With...their hands?" Alec said.
"No, of course not...melee objects. Saws, axes, whatever." Tim said.
"Even the children?" Alec asked.
"They laughed." Tim said.
Alec was speechless, shocked by the tale of the Red Road, and his ancestor.
End of Chapter Thirty Five: The Red Road