OK,this chapter may seem a little weird but it will make sense afterwards.Blame my hangeover for any grammar mistakes lol.Anyway,KitaDaWulf:no Batman will not appear. Kaia Moonchild:don't worry about the scientist…I have something special in mind with him ;) Respect goes to the. dead. addict. and L'ange-Sans-Ailes.If you forgot who Ansar is please check chap 7.Also please R&R.Again,respect!

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Chapter16:

Redemption

She was tired and emotionally drained.The blood on her was dry and it began to smell.The desert sun was blinding her,but it wasn't important.She knew where she was going.When she first came here she knew that some things had to be hidden,forgotten.With a trace of guilt she realized that she was about to break her own promise.She smiled with bitterness.

'For her.Everything for her.You said to me…that you did bad things in your life…but I,what I did is unspeakable.I'll burn in Hell,Blackfire.One way or another,I'm cursed.As a demon,and as a person.I am doing this for you,my lover.I'm going back,back to my past…when I traveled the dimensions and killed,killed and killed.I am truly my fathers daughter…'

Many similar thoughts ran through her mind,and she is scared.Scared for Blackfire and even more,for herself.The power within her is now scaring her.She makes her way through the desert,just outside the City.She feels the primal forces stir in this old place.She remembers Egypt.

A two hour walk and she can barely stand.Her feet are sore.But she sees the entrance of the cave.It's small and well hidden.She enters the dark cave and feels the cold air from the inside.A pleasent feeling.She walks deep inside.Even in total darkness she sees everything and after a few minutes she comes to a small pond.The water is very cold but she walks in and scrubs herself clean.Refreshed,she lies near a big rock and fells asleep.

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''Dude.'' He said to himself and walked into his now even messier room.Those army guys inspected their rooms.He saw them seal Raven's.But there was some benefit from this.He did find his long lost game boy lying near his old socks.He even played a bit before he threw himself on his bed and tried to think about a good way to break the news to Robin.But his thoughts returned to that fatefull day.Raven wasn't in the mood and he was sooo horny that he didn't even think when he called Starfire to come with him in his room.He turned on his PC and found a decent porn in his collection.He watched Starfires eyes go wide with suprise,shock and realization.The orgy in front of them soon captured Starfires attention on another level and she turned to him and said that she didn't know that this kind of things are done on Earth.He froze when he saw her big eyes filled with lust.His heart raced and sweet fear overwhelmed him.He muttered a answer,didn't even know what he said,but Starfire chuckled and turned her attention to the ''movie''.At this point his erection was almost painful but he didn't dare to do anything.I mean,this was Starfire,Robins girl and even more important,a very pretty girl.Almost ten minutes have passed and BB's mind was desperatly trying to find a solution to his growing problem.In a moment of clarity (or plain idiotism) he unzipped and started to slowly masturbate.Starfire noticed this but didn't scream or run so he took that as a good sign.With a slow movement her hand reached towards his manhood and squeezed it gently,than began to move up and down.He moaned and Starfire smiled.She felt his cock twitch in her hand and she noticed how big he was.Without hesitation she took him in her mouth and began to suck.He came in a second and she swallowed his hot semen,looked into his eyes and kissed him…

He will never forget what followed afterwards.

''Dude.'' He said again and forced himself to get up.Robin needs to know.Now.

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It was strange.He was dead.But there he was,standing infront of him like he always did,back then.Von Feuerkreis was waiting for orders,and his commander,the young Herr Druss was reading a official reich-paper.

'But he is dead.A saw him die…' Ansar thought. 'I'm dreaming…'

''Von Feuerkreis!I received a command of top priority,and it specificaly says that you are the one to carry out orders.''

''Jawohl!'' Ansar said and looked at his dead leader.

''Herr Standartenführer?May I ask you something?'' Ansar felt his heart beat faster.

''Ja,Herr Sturmbannführer?'' The young man nooded with approval.

''You…are dead.I saw you die in Stalingrad during our desperation attack.I was next to you…the soviet machine gun shredded you into pieces…but now you appear before me like I always tried to remember you.What is this?'' He asked and a tidal wave of fear washed over him.

''Ah…I am dead.But you are alive and…you are given a chance to redem yourself.It is up to you to decide.'' He smiled.

''Herr Oberst…I don't understand.'' Ansar said.

''Do you remember how we advanced?Do you remember what we did,what we were ordered to do?''

''Ja,ich habe es niemals vergessen…''

''Then you know,that was the life we chose,the life we lead,and that there was only one thing certain.None of us will see Heaven.'' The Sturmbannführer said.

''You mean…are you saying that they are in Hell,like you?All of them!'' Ansar shouted while remembering all his soldiers,friends.

''A few were spared.But we are dead.You are alive.You have your orders.''

He woke with a scream and barely breathing.His heart was beating fast and he thought it was a stroke,but he managed to calm himself and remained to lie for some time.He stood up,feeling his old age in his knees and back.He started to cough,almost choked while he tried to unlock the drawers of his working desk and pull out a old photograph.

A burnt nameless village in the background.Himself and his soldiers,posing for a picture.SS.The elite SS.Wide smiles.But the picture was soaked in blood.It slipped through his fingers and fell on the floor.He started to laugh,and went towards a massive closet.He unlocked it.

His uniform,his machine gun and a pistol.Some amunition,and a big SS knife.He pulled out the uniform.It was still in good shape,even if it smelled like dust.He tried but couldn't remember when was the last time he looked into the closet.The boots will need polishing.He checked the gun and it looked like it was still operational.

''Gott mit uns.'' He said with hope.He renounced christianity when he joined the SS.

He was 85 years old,and his heart was weak.You could see that he was strong once,even if time didn't let him grow old with dignity.His hands were usually shaking and his joints often hurt like hell.His right knee sometimes simply refuses to move.He was wounded several times,and when he was younger the healed wounds didn't hurt,but now…

He cleaned his gun,polished his boots and went to the bathroom to shave and take a piss.It took him fifteen minutes just to relieve.He felt pain.

He lighted a cigarette and started to cough again but he went on,slowly bringing his outdated gear to perfection.He dressed.The Iron Cross,the SS insignia,the swastika on his left arm.His uniform.He looked himself in the mirror.He changed.The face of a old man was watching him with blue eyes that were once sharp.He smiled,even if the uniform seemed a bit too big.He remembered how the girls in Berlin admired his muscles.

He checked his last will and left the paper on his desk.Everything goes to one of his waiters,who we loved as a son.Without hesitation he walked to the door of his cafee (he lived in the first floor),unlocked the door,and went out.It was six in the morning and the streets were filled with people,but no one seemed to notice him.

He started to walk.His destination was only a few blocks away.He passed by a police patrol and they didn't see him,or his weapons.A standard MP40 was hanging around his neck,and a Luger was in his sheath on his belt,along with amunition and a knife.

He had no idea what was his objective,or who is he going to fight against,but he felt it in his heart…the light he lost when he was a child and his brother died from measles.It was faith.

He saw a building and noticed a few black shiny cars.He walked into the building,took the elevator to the fifth floor,and passed through the hallway.He stopped at door #19.

Voices were heard from the inside,and it seemed that they were searching for something.He heard the words ''Raven'' and ''enemy''.The image of the girl flashed in his mind.

'Die kleine Raven…' He thought and roared.He slammed the door open and five guys in suits looked at him.They reached for their pistols but Ansar started to shoot.They fell like wheat under a sickle.Not minding the blood or the gurgeling that came from a dying man Ansar went directly to the closet and pulled out all the clothes and threw them on the floor.He found what he was looking for,but was puzzled.

''Ein madchen uniform?Das ist mein ziel?'' He looked at a miniskirt and something that looked like metal but was soft under his fingers.Then he remembered.The sad girl that was with Raven in his cafee.It belonged to her.

Another thing he found was a sword that looked ancient.He took both things,stuffing them in a bag he found.Something within told him he better not use the sword.He went back to the living room and saw one of the men he killed,thought he killed,talking into his cell phone.The man saw him and tried to crawl away while smearing the blood all over the floor.Ansar came behind him.

''Stirb endlich!'' He said and his boot collided with the man's neck,killing him like a serpent.

Knowing he has no time Ansar started to run.Actually run like he was young again.He barged outside and stopped a taxi.The driver looked like he was going to shit himself when Ansar pulled him out and drived away at full speed.A five minute ride and came to the Mall.He heard police syrens in the distance.

He rushed through the Mall while people screamed and panicked,frightened by the gun.Something was different.He saw his reflection in the glass of the shop window.Maybe it was just a illusion caused by the neon lights,but he could've sweared he saw a young athletical man he once was.One of the Mall's guards appeared about ten meters infront of him and he pulled his gun and fired at him.Ansar felt the bullet pass near his shoulder while pulling his knife.He roared like a norse warrior and ran pass the guard while the blade went through his neck,decapitating him.At this point the swat teams began to fill the mall and hunt him.He heard voices behind.

He reached the roof and emptied the contents of the bag near the large neon sign,and ran back.He hid in a empty room and waited.Very soon he heard the swats pass by his hideout and he ran out and started to shoot at them.They all fell and he reloaded while runing to the lower floor.It was already under siege and the moment he opened the emergency exit doors they started to shoot at him.He leaped behind a large vase and started to shoot back.

He managed to kill five swats and disable two before he ran out of bullets.He knew his time has come.He stood up,and started to shoot from his luger.The swat commander was killed before Ansar's body was ravaged by a salve of bullets.He fell to the ground,dead.

The swats made a circle around him.

''Didn't he look younger just a minute ago?'' One of them asked in confusion.No one answered.

Back in the cave,Raven twitched in her sleep.

There.Please R&R.