A/N: Recommended Reading for this fic:
The Antimorphs Chronicles: The Directors Cut, and The Antimorphs Saga, both
by Elcolo9.
One Least Likely, by Augustine Quill.
Moonbeams War, by Britz.
Manimals, by Ryan Griffin.
Please R/R/R! (That's Read, Review, and Recommend!) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Fourth Reich.
by DJ Eagel.
29th February, 1919, Berlin, 7:06pm.
"You bitch!"
Tommy Schmidt laid another crushing blow on his wife Verena, who was cowering in the corner.
"Just leave me alone, please!"
"After you slept with HIM? I'm gonna beat you till you die!"
"I never slept with anyone! You're drunk! Go away!" Verena screamed, in between sobs.
Just a few metres away from this scene was their five year old son David, who was playing with his toy trains, ignoring the fact that his Mother would have at least one broken bone. To him, all this was normal. It was what happened to all families. The Father went somewhere every night, came home, and beat the Mother. Perfectly normal.
With one last kick, and a sickening crunch, Tommy left Verena with a look of utter disgust.
"I'm going to bed. Disturb me, you're dead!" He snapped at both of them, and went upstairs.
Normally, this was the part where Verena got up and slept on the Couch, but this time was different. She wasn't getting up.
David walked over to her. "Mommy? He asked.
He saw her face. She looked asleep, but her eyes were open. Open, and so cold, so evil, it sent chills down the young boy's spine.
"That bastard." She said. "I'm living with this dick, and all he does is waste money at that bloody bar and beats me. Well, I've had enough!"
She stood up, and David followed her to the Kitchen, where she pulled out a large knife.
"Mommy, what are you doing?" David asked, but Verena didn't answer. Instead, she went up the stairs, still with that mad glint in her eyes. David followed.
She got to the bedroom. The door was open, but there was no sound. Probably passed out on the bed, Verena thought. Disgusting man, and this would be his last night.
She walked in the room, clutching the Knife like her life depended on it. David tugged her skirt.
"Mommy?" He asked.
"Shut the hell up!" She hissed back.
She walked over to the bed, where Tommy was asleep.
"Die, you mother," She said, and she put the knife to his throat.
That's when David started to cry.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!! MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Shit!" Verena swore. Tommy woke with a start, and tried to sit up. He didn't get very far. His Adam's Apple got sliced before his head even moved a centimetre.
"Damnit!" Verena swore.
That's when Mrs Britten, the next door Neighbour, came into the bedroom.
"Verena, I heard screaming and crying. I called the Police and came over to - Oh my god! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Verena ran towards her, knife outstretched, but Mrs Britten was very fit. She stopped Verena easily. They wrestled over the knife for a minute, and then.....
"Put your hands up, Mrs Schmidt."
Verena dropped the knife, and did as she was told.
"Arrest me." She said. "He's dead and that's all that matters, Stupid wife- beater, I'll play out that scene every day in my head. Ah, he's finally dead, finally dead, finally dead....................."
She carried on like this for a while, even when she was taken off.
That was the last David saw of her. After that, he was in care for the rest of his childhood. All he would remember of his Mother and Father were his father beating his mother, and his mother saying: "He's finally dead..................."
It left dark stains on his soul. Stains that would be there, forever..................
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There was another figure watching this scene. Six feet tall, and looking a lot like a Childs interpretation of a Devil. Quinz, once a peaceful Haas until he had let the Dracs into his home world, and been infused with Drac blood. He was now known as Puck.
He was happy. It was all coming together. This human looked like it had potential. He could tell the Child would be wounded inside with memories like this.
Suddenly, his master, once known as Marius, but now so much more, came to him.
"I am pleased, Puck." He said. "Maybe this 'Beast' plan of yours will work after all. This Human child has just had a very traumatic experience. When he grows up, and goes insane, as he will, if you are correct, it will help with the overall destruction."
"Yes, Master." Puck replied, with the tiniest hint of 'I told you so!' in his voice. "It is a joyous occasion."
"Yet from what I have seen, this one, when he is older, an evil Nazi Scientist will try a test on him. A lethal test. It will kill him. It must be changed."
"But Master, we cannot mess with the timeline!"
"It will be changed, Quinz! Do you hear me?"
Puck nearly pissed himself. Master was calling him Quinz. That always meant bad news.
"Y-yes Master." He said, in little more then a whisper.
"Good. Put another person instead of the Scientist. A..a smarter person. If the experiment succeeds, it will mean great things for this one, Puck. Now get to it!"
And with that, the being disappeared.
Puck sighed. It seemed like this beast would have an easy job. But it had looked the same for Ortega, until those blasted Maiar Rangers had come onto the scene.
He remembered the human saying; Don't count your Chickens before they're hatched. There were many things that could happen to this human, if he screwed up. But there was little chance of that. From what he could predict, this 'Schmidt' boy was powerful. He just needed a little prodding in the right direction.
With one glance at the dead body of Tommy Schmidt, a satisfying smirk came over Puck's face, and he went about his tasks.
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Don't understand what the hell's going on? Doesn't surprise me really. But if you read all the other stories mentioned above, especially Elcolo9's, it should clear things up nicely.
NEXT CHAPTER: David Schmidt is Eighteen years old, and about to leave his Orphanage he grew up in. But memories of his past come and haunt his dreams....Should be up pretty soon!
~DJ Eagel
Please R/R/R! (That's Read, Review, and Recommend!) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Fourth Reich.
by DJ Eagel.
29th February, 1919, Berlin, 7:06pm.
"You bitch!"
Tommy Schmidt laid another crushing blow on his wife Verena, who was cowering in the corner.
"Just leave me alone, please!"
"After you slept with HIM? I'm gonna beat you till you die!"
"I never slept with anyone! You're drunk! Go away!" Verena screamed, in between sobs.
Just a few metres away from this scene was their five year old son David, who was playing with his toy trains, ignoring the fact that his Mother would have at least one broken bone. To him, all this was normal. It was what happened to all families. The Father went somewhere every night, came home, and beat the Mother. Perfectly normal.
With one last kick, and a sickening crunch, Tommy left Verena with a look of utter disgust.
"I'm going to bed. Disturb me, you're dead!" He snapped at both of them, and went upstairs.
Normally, this was the part where Verena got up and slept on the Couch, but this time was different. She wasn't getting up.
David walked over to her. "Mommy? He asked.
He saw her face. She looked asleep, but her eyes were open. Open, and so cold, so evil, it sent chills down the young boy's spine.
"That bastard." She said. "I'm living with this dick, and all he does is waste money at that bloody bar and beats me. Well, I've had enough!"
She stood up, and David followed her to the Kitchen, where she pulled out a large knife.
"Mommy, what are you doing?" David asked, but Verena didn't answer. Instead, she went up the stairs, still with that mad glint in her eyes. David followed.
She got to the bedroom. The door was open, but there was no sound. Probably passed out on the bed, Verena thought. Disgusting man, and this would be his last night.
She walked in the room, clutching the Knife like her life depended on it. David tugged her skirt.
"Mommy?" He asked.
"Shut the hell up!" She hissed back.
She walked over to the bed, where Tommy was asleep.
"Die, you mother," She said, and she put the knife to his throat.
That's when David started to cry.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!! MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Shit!" Verena swore. Tommy woke with a start, and tried to sit up. He didn't get very far. His Adam's Apple got sliced before his head even moved a centimetre.
"Damnit!" Verena swore.
That's when Mrs Britten, the next door Neighbour, came into the bedroom.
"Verena, I heard screaming and crying. I called the Police and came over to - Oh my god! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Verena ran towards her, knife outstretched, but Mrs Britten was very fit. She stopped Verena easily. They wrestled over the knife for a minute, and then.....
"Put your hands up, Mrs Schmidt."
Verena dropped the knife, and did as she was told.
"Arrest me." She said. "He's dead and that's all that matters, Stupid wife- beater, I'll play out that scene every day in my head. Ah, he's finally dead, finally dead, finally dead....................."
She carried on like this for a while, even when she was taken off.
That was the last David saw of her. After that, he was in care for the rest of his childhood. All he would remember of his Mother and Father were his father beating his mother, and his mother saying: "He's finally dead..................."
It left dark stains on his soul. Stains that would be there, forever..................
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was another figure watching this scene. Six feet tall, and looking a lot like a Childs interpretation of a Devil. Quinz, once a peaceful Haas until he had let the Dracs into his home world, and been infused with Drac blood. He was now known as Puck.
He was happy. It was all coming together. This human looked like it had potential. He could tell the Child would be wounded inside with memories like this.
Suddenly, his master, once known as Marius, but now so much more, came to him.
"I am pleased, Puck." He said. "Maybe this 'Beast' plan of yours will work after all. This Human child has just had a very traumatic experience. When he grows up, and goes insane, as he will, if you are correct, it will help with the overall destruction."
"Yes, Master." Puck replied, with the tiniest hint of 'I told you so!' in his voice. "It is a joyous occasion."
"Yet from what I have seen, this one, when he is older, an evil Nazi Scientist will try a test on him. A lethal test. It will kill him. It must be changed."
"But Master, we cannot mess with the timeline!"
"It will be changed, Quinz! Do you hear me?"
Puck nearly pissed himself. Master was calling him Quinz. That always meant bad news.
"Y-yes Master." He said, in little more then a whisper.
"Good. Put another person instead of the Scientist. A..a smarter person. If the experiment succeeds, it will mean great things for this one, Puck. Now get to it!"
And with that, the being disappeared.
Puck sighed. It seemed like this beast would have an easy job. But it had looked the same for Ortega, until those blasted Maiar Rangers had come onto the scene.
He remembered the human saying; Don't count your Chickens before they're hatched. There were many things that could happen to this human, if he screwed up. But there was little chance of that. From what he could predict, this 'Schmidt' boy was powerful. He just needed a little prodding in the right direction.
With one glance at the dead body of Tommy Schmidt, a satisfying smirk came over Puck's face, and he went about his tasks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Don't understand what the hell's going on? Doesn't surprise me really. But if you read all the other stories mentioned above, especially Elcolo9's, it should clear things up nicely.
NEXT CHAPTER: David Schmidt is Eighteen years old, and about to leave his Orphanage he grew up in. But memories of his past come and haunt his dreams....Should be up pretty soon!
~DJ Eagel
