The kid in me, and the fathers i never wanted

by Shiro.d kumo

Although he may appear much older than his chronological age, Hogan believes Gruber will never return. He also does not believe that he will hide and physically become a child. The man named Biedenbender vowed to pursue a strange form of revenge that offended his sensibilities. When he returned, the man did not expect him to return, hogan hoped the man would never come back.

13. The pictures (chapter 11)

"You stink." The mayor said bluntly as he looked at the half-awake boy, who was barely conscious, half drooling.

Blinked.

"Leave me alone." Mumbled Hogan, before sitting up and yawning. My God, Hochstetter thought as he looked at the little boy who was his enemy. His enemy wasn't supposed to be a little brat who only served him for bouncing.

And Hogan wasn't supposed to be cute!

He grabbed the boy by the scruff of the neck and lifted him up like a kitten. Hogan tried to pull away, but he was too tired and too weak, Hogan did something beneath him.

He whimpered!

Hochstetter just chuckled and sat him back down. "Look around you, kid," growled the mayor of the gestapo and went to the bathroom. "Go to your room and come back down in five minutes." A warning look met young Hogan's eyes, it had a meaning. And only one.

Run out, and I swear on everything I hold sacred, I'll kill your friends.

The little colonel nodded, straightened up and muttered. "Bastard..." He reluctantly walked to the stairs and caught a glimpse of the wall, pausing as his brown eyes met pictures.

Black and white photos of officers, of bigwigs. Hogan clicked his tongue, he had shot five out of the sky, brought four to London, taken nine from life.

Hogan has no regrets, his gaze wanders into the bathroom, where water is rushing and steam is rising.

Soon Hochstetter will also be in an Allied labour camp, he purred to himself as he carefully climbed the stairs.

"You've got to hand it to the idiot who knows what a house should look like." Hogan muttered as he opened one door after another until he reached the right one.

His breath caught when he saw the man in charge sitting in a chair, a slight smile around his thin lips. Self-righteously, this... Monster had crossed his leg over the other.

"Hello, Hogan."

Biedenbender.

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So I have two things to say:

Firstly: Many many "artiests" came to me over PM's and tried to bribe me, to pay them for arts. Like dude, 700 dollars are alot of money. Do you expect, that I go to my father and say "hey dad! An nice lady/man wants paint something for me, FOR 700 DOLLARS!"

if you want paint something for my fanfiction, do that. But im not paying shit

secondly: I forgot this Fanfiction existed, and I will try write longer chapters