Chapter OneA Chapter by The Hopeless WriterMy first chapterChapter
One Nazi
Germany 1945 He
lit the cigar that was between his cold lips. The smoke filled the car but he
didn’t bother to open a window, even though he heard his partner coughing. “Do
you mind?” his partner asked. “What you can’t handle
a little smoke?” he said. “Here have a cigar, maybe smoking with me might take
you mind off of things?” The two gentlemen were Nazi officers Karl Hermann Frank and
Hermann
Wilhelm Göring. They were in a car driving toward a pub at midnight. “You
know I think I’ll have that cigar right about now,” Göring said. “I don’t
understand how we can trust some American detective. What is he going to do?” “He’s
American. If Hitler was still alive he’d probably put him on the SS,” Frank
said. “Yeah
but what if he’s got nothing. What if he’s just wasting our time?” Hermann
Frank lifted his coat. “Then
we shoot him.” The car stopped in the middle of the street. "What happened?" Frank asked the driver. "I don't know," the driver replied. "Well then find out," Göring grunted. The driver got out of the car to check. The driver
hopelessly was pulling things out to get the car running. "This is ridiculous, what are we supposed to
do, wait here the whole night," Göring
complained. "Don't worry, the bar is close by, we can
probably walk there." The two men got out of the car and headed for the
destination by foot. Unfortunately it was raining. And it was freezing in the
midnight. After a
couple of minutes they finally got the pub. The place was fairly empty, except
for the couple of people there that was singing. They sat down at a table in
the middle of the bar. They ordered their drinks and waited. "Sorry to keep you gentleman waiting," a
voice said from behind them. It was a young handsome American. He sat down
across from them at the table. “Where’s you manners?” Göring
said. “Excuse me?” “Well usually
people introduce themselves.” The man smiled. “You don’t need to know my name
right now.” "So let's just get down to business" the
American said. "Do you people have my money?" "Yes, but first we want to know why you dragged
us all the way over here," Frank said. "Well I have very important information to tell
you people." “Oh really? Is it so important that we had to
arrange this meeting at midnight?” Göring said. “I assure you
this isn’t something we can talk about over a cup of coffee. I work for a
special group that is involved with this war of yours.” The two officers hesitated. “Look we'll give you the money. We have nothing to
lose. After all we do have five of our guards hiding in this bar. So if you
dare do anything foolish, we will kill you." "I see." the man grinned. "You people
take precautions in everything you do don’t you?" "Well how can we trust your kind? We are in war
with your people," Frank said. "It's true you're in war with my people. But I'm
not really American." They looked confused. "I'm not really human. I’m what you kind call a
shadow. We have roamed this earth as long as you humans have. Well we are like
you humans, except we can do much more." "A shadow eh? I knew we are dealing with a
maniac," Göring said. "Now just hold on a minute. I have another
thing to say." “Oh really, well please amuse us with you stories” Göring laughed. He signaled one of the guards. The man grinned, his plan was working. He leaned in.
"I killed Hitler." They both laughed. “I’m not sure you noticed but Hitler committed suicide,”
Frank said. “Well that’s what you humans think. But really I am
the one who killed him.” “You expect us to believe that?” “Why not, it’s true.” “Then how exactly did you kill him?” Frank asked. There was a devilish smile on the Americans face. “Nightmares.” © 2011 The Hopeless WriterAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
230 Views
4 Reviews Added on April 21, 2011 Last Updated on April 21, 2011 Author
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|