A/N: Merry Christmas/New Year's! I kinda rushed this chapter so, tell me what you think! Leave a review, please! Have a good New Year's!
Bold & Italic = Voices
Flowers were beginning to bloom along with constant showers, pollen, and muggy afternoons. The weather was going insane, but that wasn't the only thing that was going to lose it's mind. At the end of the hallway of the veterans' home, Richtofen had just sat up in bed. He glanced over at the clock next to him and the man had woken up 5 minutes before the alarm for the 5th time this week. How annoying. He lazily disabled the alarm with sleepy fingers and closed his eyes, attempting to wake himself up.
Richtofen saw nothing but darkness and heard the voices in his head, urging him to do things that he was WAY too tired to do. He pushed the covers off of his lanky body, then hung his legs over the edge of the bed.
Rubbing his eyes, Edward attempted to stand but his wobbly legs beneath him gave in and he fell to the floor, landing on his hands and knees. He still hadn't opened his azure eyes yet as he was trying to pretend that the sun wasn't there. The dark-haired man stood up, placing a hand on the right side of his face. The voices were driving him up the wall.
The Doctor extended both arms, gripping the doorway to his bathroom and pulling himself in. He stopped by the sink just by the door, using it for support. Turning his head to the right, Richtofen yawned while clasping a hand over his mouth. He finally opened his evil orbs, staring into the mirror before him.
Man, he even looked good when he was half-asleep. Richtofen gave a sexy, but sleepy grin to the mirror, then opened the cabinet. The Nazi picked up a tan, prescription bottle. First things first: take your pills before you go crazy and kill everyone around you. Secondly- Wait. He couldn't even complete the first task. Richtofen held the bottle upside down and shook it.
The bottle was empty.
Edward dropped the bottle in shook, placing his hands on his cheeks. He couldn't believe this. Where had all of his pills gone in such a short amount of time? What would happen if he didn't get those pills? Would he do something to end up jail? Most importantly, would he do something to hurt his own son?
Richtofen raced out of the bathroom and over to his computer desk, picking up his cell phone that was attached to a cord that extended from the wall. He disconnected the charger then turned it on, entering the pass code as quickly as possible. The main screen popped up along with one big notification.
You have 2 new messages, 3 voice mails and 3 missed calls.
"Shit. Shit. Shit." Edward cursed, hitting his head against the desk each time the word escaped from his mouth.
All of the notifications were from the doctor's office, telling him to come pick up his pills. He'd been so busy recently, that he hadn't checked his phone for days.
"Da da..." Milz called from his crib.
The Doctor dismissed his current issue and placed his phone back onto the desk, stalking over to his son's crib. He ran a hand through the dead baby's coffee hair and grinned at him lovingly.
"Guten Morgen." he cooed as the baby reached out and patted his cheeks.
Why did you even take him in? You should've left him in the ally.
Richtofen's eyes narrowed at the people in his head. Shut up.
Go ahead. Kill him. You know you want to.
Picking up Milz, the sadist hugged him close, afraid that the voices would pop out of his head and kill him by themselves.
You killed many of his kind years ago. Y'know, before you screwed up your plans for world domination. Kill him. Kill your own son.
"Be quiet..." Edward whispered to no one in particular.
Kill him. Do it already.
"Go avay..."
Fucking kill him.
"Da da..." Milz gasped against his chest. "Da da... Hurt..."
Richtofen took a peek at the decaying child in his arms. The baby had both hands on his head and tears were rolling down his cheeks. The Nazi noticed that he had a hand on the back of Milz's head and removed it, eyes widening at what he saw.
His fingers were dripping with blood.
Glancing back at the zombie in his arms, his shriveled up heart nearly disintegrated into dust as his son's eyes dimmed slowly and no longer shined yellow. Milz went limp in his arms, his head falling against Richtofen's shoulder.
"Milz..." he called, shaking the child gently, his stomach dropping. "M-Milz... vake up..."
It was the day he dreaded. Milz had died. By his hands. Out of shock, the Doctor dropped the tiny body onto the hardwood floor, gawking at the red substance that stuck to the back of the head of his now dead son. He backed away, actually, for once in his life, scared. In fact, he nearly cried. One of his most precious treasures had been destroyed.
The voices were silent though. So silent. Edward grasped the sides of his head, trembling violently. This couldn't be real. It just couldn't be. It had to be a trick. Every second that went by was fake. Wasn't it? Wasn't it?! No matter how many times the man blinked or told himself it wasn't real, the dead body still remained; mocking him, taunting him, punishing him.
"Da da! Da da!"
Milz's demonic, but adorable voice. Something he'd never hear again.
"Da da! You... okay?"
The Doctor's blue eyes snapped open. He opened them face-to-face to an alive and well Milz. He was still in his crib and squeezing the crazed man's nose.
"Da da... okay?" he wondered, worried.
It was an illusion.
"J-ja... just fine!" the Nazi reassured him, petting his head.
He needed those pills fast.
Dempsey the Meathead, Nikolai the Drunk, and Takeo the Samurai all lazed on the couch, staring into the TV. Nothing was on at 9am in the morning, so they were stuck staring at Tom & Jerry for the next few hours.
"I don't get it. Why doesn't this cat just kill the mouse already?" Tank questioned, lifting an eyebrow.
"The mouse is way too fast." Takeo claimed.
"Yeah, but when he does catch him, he takes FOREVER to kill him. He's gonna die hungry." the Marine grunted.
"Heh, I'd just get him drunk with vodka and then, bon appetit." Nikolai laughed, watching as Tom got his foot smashed yet again.
A fully dressed Richtofen came rushing into the living room with a fully dressed Milz. He stopped by the door, putting the baby down and slipping on his shoes. The 3 solders on the couch turned and watched him, wondering why he was moving so fast and why he hadn't cooked breakfast yet.
"Where you goin' in such a hurry, kraut?"
"Zhe doctor's office." Edward explained, tying his shoe laces.
"Doctor!" Milz shouted, drooling on his panda.
"You're going to let Nikolai starve to death?!" the Russian asked.
"I'm sure you'd survive off of vodka even if I tried." the Doctor explained.
"Do not worry. I will cook breakfast." the Samurai reassured.
Richtofen stood to his feet and picked up his son.
"Zhank you, Takeo. Let's go, Milz. Zhere's no time to vaste!"
"Wait a minute! Why are you going to the Doctor's office anyway?" Dempsey asked, scratching his head.
"I'm out of pills." Edward said, rolling his eyes.
"Aren't you a doctor? Can't you make them yourself?"
"If I vere to make zhem by myself, you'd all be dead." and with that, he left.
You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding me. If Richtofen would've known that the traffic would be this bad today, he would've just stayed home and went crazy! The cars went down for miles and there was no getting through for quite sometime. He sighed to himself then looked at the small baby in the tiny car seat next to him. The zombie was playing with his panda, mumbling to himself.
The sadist grinned while brushing some hair out of Milz's face. He glanced forward afterwards, taking notice that no one had moved ever since he averted his eyes. Nothing in the world could make this worse than it already was.
Out of the blue, the touchscreen phone in his pocket went off and he reached in, pulling the noisy object out of his pants and looking at the caller ID. He swiped the screen, answering the call.
"Vhat?"
"Edward, where are you?" a female voice softly wondered.
"I'm... stuck in traffic..." he admitted, pressing gently on the gas as the traffic moved slightly.
"How are you holding up?"
"I'm fine! Really!" the Doctor laughed insanely, biting his fingers.
"Doesn't seem like it. Please hurry."
"I'll try..." he told the woman, then hung up, tossing his cellular device onto the dashboard.
Milz shook his panda angrily, growling at the stuffed animal. The sunny-eyed babe then threw the blue and white panda into the back seat, shouting after it. He peeked over at his German father in embarrassment, but got somewhat scared afterwards.
His dad had fallen asleep at the wheel.
The world shut down and became dark. The skies were coated black and the trees looked as if they were painted over with ebony paint. It was as if a shadow was looming over planet earth. Richtofen squinted at his surroundings. He was standing in the middle of the highway, placed between the traffic clogged roads. The man inspected the cars around him, looking into the windows. All of the cars were empty.
It was an eerie feeling that was cast into his stomach. He ignored it and walked forward, still checking the vehicles for any source of human life. The Doctor came to the conclusion that he was the only one in the inky area. His blue eyes spotted the car that he was once in. The driver's door was ajar and the feeling in his stomach became even more painful.
Edward rushed to the car then bent down to gaze inside, hunting for his son. He spotted an empty child's car seat in the passenger's seat.
"Milz..." he wondered, pulling himself out of the automobile.
He closed the door with a thud, peeking around among the cars for glowing yellow eyes.
Are you looking for something, Eddy?
"You have him, don't you?"
Why on earth would you think that? We're only voices in your head.
"Bring him back to me!" Richtofen commanded, placing a hand on his head.
Well, just giving him back isn't fun. You have to catch us before we catch you.
"Zhat doesn't make any sense!"
The cars around him cleared and the sadist stood in nothingness. Many yards away stood a tall gray figure. It took the shape of a human male with glowing red eyes. It's white shadow was cast among the ground. In it's hands was a tied up zombified baby. He was wrapped in rope and a thick piece of duck tape was placed over his mouth. The figure held him up, grinning at the Doctor devilishly.
Come and get him.
Edward broke into a vigorous sprint and the devil turned tail and ran, Milz cradled close to his chest. The Nazi refused to get tired, desperate for his child back. He heard footsteps behind him. He glanced behind him over his shoulder and spotted his 3 roommates. He was going to call out to them, but it didn't take him long to realize that their eyes were shimmering red as well.
Come back, Eddy.
The Doctor faced forward, focused on getting his son back, instead of the fakers trailing behind him. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Not matter how fast he ran or extended his arms, he couldn't get closer to the gray figure that was taking his son away. He felt a small tug on his shirt and yanked away from it, coming to the conclusion that the others had caught up to him. Suddenly, a bright white light was cast into his face and he shielded his eyes, continuing his running and panting tiredly. A truck horn blared, hurting his ears.
Richtofen was forced to the unlit ground by a massive amount of weight. On his back was Takeo, Dempsey and Nikolai, keeping a grip on him and forcing him down. The truck came closer and the gray figure continued with it's stride. The Nazi watched in defeat as the red-eyed devil ran towards the truck. It looked over it's shoulder at the Doctor then grinned evilly again.
It held Milz by some of the rope and swung it's arm back. It lunged forward, releasing the baby from it's grip towards the speeding truck and disappearing afterwards.
"Milz!"
Richtofen sat up abruptly in the driver's seat, taking his head off of the wheel. He must've leaned onto the car horn. He checked to make sure that Milz was next to him and he was. The traffic began to clear and he gave a sigh of relief, pressing onto the gas.
Sitting in the waiting room was painful. The voices in his head were going bonkers, pestering him and asking him why he wanted to get rid of them so badly. The sadist kept an eye on his son, watching him gaze into the fish tank that was full of goldfish. The baby poked the tank in wonder then squealed.
"Fishy bright! Like eyes!" Milz turned to his father that was sitting on the other side of the room. He took note of his dad's miserable expression and went to work.
The child picked up an orange and white stuffed cat from the floor and rushed over to Richtofen.
"Da da, kitty!" he smiled, thrusting the cat into his face. After his dad took the cat, he ran off, picking up a gray elephant and running back. "Da da, elly!"
Edward accepted his gift and watched uninterested as Milz took off and came back with yet another gift. A brown dog.
"Da da, puppy!"
As he waited in the room, stuffed animals built up in his lap. The Doctor had to admit, Milz distracted him from the voices until the doctor came in.
"Is there a Mr. Richtofen here?"
Richtofen stood up, the animals falling from his lap and onto the floor. His son rushed over and hugged his leg, believing that he did a good job at making his parent happy. The Doctor in the white coat raised an eyebrow at the child.
"Um... I know you're here for your pills, but... does your child need a check-up as well?"
"Nein! Just give me zhe damn pills!"