Chapitre 47: 47. RUN!
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"Time—Space—Reality. It's more than a linear path. It's a prism of endless possibility. Where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities, creating alternate worlds from the ones you know. Each a reflection of what could have been. Some heroes will rise, others will fall. And nothing will be the same. These are my stories. I observe all that transpires here, but I do not, cannot, will not interfere. For I am the Watcher... BUT—WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"
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Hector was on a ship to southern France, specifically a nice town called Nice.
It was supposed to get invaded by the Allies after Normandy to open a new front in France, but since he was already in the area he decided to do it before Normandy. He was lying on the deck, basking under the sunlight, poking his nose and looking at the sky. Sunglasses on his eyes and a cigar in his mouth, it was a rest he deserved.
"Wowoo?" Moony asked what he was looking at. Sighing, Hector took off his glasses and narrowed his eyes, "I don't know, son, I feel like a big-headed bald dude is peeking at me."
Moony also looked up and noticed a giant cloud that looked like a man and barked, "Woof Woof..." ~Don't peep on my dad, you bad bald meanie,~
"I don't see anything," said Max, now renamed Erik because the kid wanted to start a new life.
"Hah... you need to open your imagination, boy. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder," Hector advised. He had brought him along because one, he was just an aimless kid. Two, he was an Omega-Level. Three, Hector couldn't bring himself to leave the kid alone, as it reminded him of his own childhood. Of course, he had parents, but they were abusive and he didn't give a crap about them, then they died in a car crash, leaving all the wealth for him. Though by that time he was in the Army.
He had decided he was going to train the boy into an upright politician so he can one day take his position and become the President of the United States. This was only if he can bring the Mutant reforms in time.
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In an unknown space between all realities,
"HOW! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!" The Watcher panicked, receding his vision from this Universe.
"This... Universe 69*** is an anomaly, I must keep an eye on this, everything is a mess here." he felt.
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Somewhere under the Alps,
Arnim Zola had long ago gotten an offer from Hector to leave Hydra and join him. He was initially scared of Schmidt, but when he realised that he would someday get killed by him, as did the German high command members, his resolve grew. But he needed assurance, he wanted to surrender to President Washington himself.
But the man was never in one place for a long time. Every time Captain America would come bursting through the door. All along he had been able to get away, but this time his intel was right, President Washington will be attacking Nice soon.
So, he packed his bags and headed straight to meet Hector, this time either he was going to do it or die trying because each day Schmidt was getting crazier.
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Normandy,
"Grrr... where are they? It's been 8 months now," Logan was angry and lonely, he missed Moony, the only being he was ready to die for. He had been running around the Normandy region this whole time, sabotaging the German tanks and artilleries in the wait of the invasion. But that kept on getting delayed.
Then he got the news that Hector was having all the fun alone in Poland, this made his mood worse, so he ended up killing a few thousand German soldiers on his own in secret, he was being called the Ghost Of Normandy by the German soldiers as he only strikes at night. Soldiers were pretty scared of him, though the French people had, in fact, started praying to the deity called Ghost of Normandy. It was a funny situation.
*Bzzzz...* "Logan, come in... Logan," his comm finally sounded. He recognised the voice, "You owe me a lot, old man."
"I was liberating innocents, Hitler had decided to eradicate them as soon as possible. Anyway, be prepared, it's happening in a week, six in the morning." Logan received the orders.
*CRACK*
"I've been waiting for this all along," he cracked his knuckles in excitement.
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After arriving near the shoreline of the Nice city, Hector met Vice Admiral Henry Kent Hewitt who was responsible for the blockade of the port of the city. They had been waiting here with the landing troops. They were bombing the city strategically and also using helicopters to locate the hidden artillery and tanks.
The beaches of Nice were peppered with mines and covered with barbed wire and anti-aircraft weapons. It was too hard to land.
"Grand General, we are unable to enter the city with large forces. Every time we try it they publically execute french resistance operatives. We were ordered by the allied command to stay here." The Vice-Admiral reported to him.
Hector sneered, the Germans were playing the mind game, "We have the entire Italy, why haven't we crossed the border from there?"
"We did, but the Germans moved to the other side of the Var river, and we were not allowed to cross it." Vice-Admiral Hewitt briefed.
Well, this was a problem. However, he decided to play mind games as well, "Admiral, do we have any kind of printing and copying machines in our ships?"
"We have lithography machines on most ships to mass-produce some common orders to be put on notice boards," Vice Admiral answered, confused about how it would help them.
A grin appeared on Hector's face, "Good, bring me a pencil and a paper, I need to make a poster." Soon, Hector got to work while Moony watched with focus. He drew a realistic representation of what happened to the Nazi commander of Auschwitz. In it, his neck was tied with a rope and his body hung by a pole, his arms and legs were ripped apart and were in people's hands as they danced and cheered.
Then, there were words written in German, "200,000 soldiers in Poland couldn't do anything, can you stop the Red Demon?"
He handed it to the Admiral, "Make a thousand copies of these and throw them in the city near the dwelling of the soldiers, and host my Presidential Flag on the ship,"
After this was done, he went to boost the morale of soldiers, from one ship to another. He told them about the stories of Poland, the scene of thousands of soldiers dropping from the sky, the smiles of liberated people, the cries of those who lost someone. In short, he told them that they were doing god's work by saving, and they should be at their best behaviour, to not hurt any locals.
If any other man had told them to be kind to locals and not treat women as prostitutes, then they would all have shouted "EAT SHIT!" but since it was him, their beloved "Old Father," they nodded, some cried for being praised for going through all these hardships. A lot of them were religious types, they felt they had not sinned by killing other men, for those they killed were demons.
"When you all return home, I will have jobs aligned for all of you. You are sons of America, my sons, I won't let your hands go. So fight carefully, praise the lord and move forward." He cheered them on.
However, besides cheering them, his secret reason for doing all this was also the coming elections. He had already passed the Soldier Voting Act and Absentee Ballots act in 1939, which means all these soldiers will be voting in November.
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Inside Nice City,
"Look at that, what flag is that?" Hans, a German soldier asked his partner.
"That's the flag of... FUCK! RED DEMON!" the other soldier cursed under breath.
Just then, sounds of planes going over the city came, they ducked to avoid being hurt by the bombs, however, the sound disappeared and no blasts came. All that fell were papers. Hans caught one and read it, the first thing he saw was the image, it made his scalp tingle and mouth dry, "This... this is Hoff, I saw him in war propaganda once."
"NOOO! RED DEMON IS HERE! I wanna go home... to my mama!" the other soldier cried. Hans got agitated as well. He looked around and noticed all other soldiers had those papers too. Their faces show the same expressions.
The commander, however, screamed for them to man the posts, but none listened. Hans too felt there was nothing to fear, the red demon was a hoax. How can a man be so terrifying?
However, just then a loud boom came. With that, he felt some stones hitting him. Slowly he turned around, a gun locked and loaded. His facial expressions changed soon after.
First, there was confusion, then he noticed big red eyes shining through the cloud of dust, followed by a giant dark shadow with horns on the head. His heart nearly gave up, slowly he took a step back, wondering if he ran the demon would chase him.
"H-HANS! RUN!" his brethren were already running away for their lives, throwing guns away.
The last nail in the coffin for Hans' will of steel was the evil laughter and growling, "Grrr... HAHAHA... FACE YOUR DEATH!"
That was it, "FUCK HITLER, FUCK THIS WAR! MAMAAAAAA..." and he ran like a rocket was fit to his ass. Soon after he left behind his buddies, after all, he was a champion runner at school.
In a matter of seconds, the entire street and soon the city became as quiet as a funeral. The debris settled and Hector's form appeared, just behind him was Moony, with his ears perked up, "Boy, I told you to jump beside me, that's our superhero pose,"
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