Rene looked around, laughing quietly to himself. With recorders broadcasting everything he said, it made better for him. Anyone sane would know that Rene turning Europe into a wasteland was just an empty threat, but to those who knew Rene well enough, they understood that the power corrupted and somewhat insane Rene could have actually turned all of the Reich's enemies into nuclear ash. With Franco and Mussolini leaving him, they were now defenseless to the movement and would have lasted another month before either being forced to step down or be killed. Rene looked at her enemies as they began to experience the same physical conditions they once had. The madman smiled as he looked before his opponents, not intending to die today without taking at least Resnove or Alexis with him straight to hell. "I guess that I could dance with you for a while..." Rene replied, cracking his fingers before twirling two enormous bowie knifes between his fingers as if they were like the air itself. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oliver climbed out of the bunker and was instantly greeted by his companions, some guards, and an absolute madman roughly a hundred meters away. Upon standing next to Alexis and Reznove, he was given a gun with the red syringe and shot himself into his veins. He did not know of the benefits that the modified version of the syringe that Rene had took, other than knowing that despite being less powerful than Rene's, it still allowed him to have children. The effects were also permanent to some extent as well, essentially granting him abilities that were deemed super-human. Oliver stood proudly next to his companions, watching Rene smile while he got himself ready. (Should we time-skip after the fight?)
Ella was down in the bunker with the world leaders. She sat there in the huddling, growing tired of hiding. Eventually, she stood up and walked over to ladder under the exit. She looked, debating the idea at first before gulping and ascending up to the exit. As she scrambled out, the exiting closing behind her, she stood up with the rest of the group, seeing the insane Rene across. She simply stared, afraid, but not willing to step back.
Reznove traveled miles from the town, finding a small airplane. There was plenty of fuel in it, plus a few Natzi troops he killed along the way. He dressed himself the military armor, feeling less comfort than what he was wearing before, but non the less, he was warm. He hopped in the aircraft and started it up. His next step: to take off to Russia.
It almost seemed that the large man had vanished. On the contrary, he had risen. Out of the chaos, Adrian he put back on his uniform and signature gas-mask. The dark costume almost made him to be a silhouette against the background, his menacing sniper slung over his back, his left hand ready to reach for either his luger, his dagger, or his sniper within a fraction of a second. He sent out a click of his tongue, and that meant the kill-engage order for his snipers at the enemy base. Chaos had ensued, panic, pure and simple panic, and now the largest "black operation" (as to where the SSGP are committing the homicides of any and all of the people inside the Empire even suspected of possibly betraying the Reich, which meant nearly all non-aryan citizens. The Ghettos were back into production, sending people off to death camps and the gas chambers like clock-work. It was possibly the largest amount of bloodshed in human history, beating that of Hitler's reign by a hundredfold. Auschwitz. Dachau. Majdanek. The Death's Head was busier than ever, and more ruthless, fearsome, and well near unstoppable. Gestapo, SSGP, and other law-enforcements were everywhere, everyone was dying, heaven was burning, and God had been shot in the head, execution style by Adrian. The Giant himself was killing every single enemy within sight and beyond, killing left and right, and his snipers at the enemy's doorstep were doing the same, not even being seen. It was all hopeless. Everything for the enemy was hopeless. Death was imminent for all who opposed the reich. The Lutwaffe and the Wermacht were so great in size, power, and weaponry, that when they began to take off that very hour for the Nation's allies-turned enemies, there was only fear. Death. Destruction. Chaos. And he loved it. Coveted it. Thrived off it. Lived off it. The cold, empty gaze of the lenses of the gas-mask were not lenses, but the very eyes of the cannibalistic psychopath that hunted down his prey ruthlessly, survived hundreds of shots, cut himself for pleasure, and fed human beings to friends. He was the Angel of Death, and he was doing a fine job of it.
Rene was soon joined by Adrian, while the snipers remained in cover providing precise cover-fire when needed. The two of them have been responsible for the bloodiest reign of all of human history, worse than anything before it. He looked at the behemoth nearby him and smiled. "So glad that you have been able to join me, my friend. Let's entertain ourselves before we leave, we have a flight to attend." Rene said, still twirling his bowie knifes between his fingers before suddenly balancing them on the tips of his fingers before allowing gravity to let it fall before grabbing the handles and launched himself like a cannon towards the enemy, sprinting at them at speeds far beyond a human level and dodging thousands of rounds of heavy fire like nothing. Just as he was about to attack Alexis, he evaded to the right to throw her off guard while he allowed Adrian to take her down, dodging her attacks while slicing at her weak points.
Adrian easily threw his dagger... stabbing Alexis's jugular. The hilt hit off the throat with a force that made the jugular hit the windpipe in a way that it was basically cracked open. Alexis was now drowning in her own blood. The long dagger stuck into the ground, and Adrian picked it up, shooting enemies with his silenced luger without even looking. He was not blind, but he did not need to see. He stuck both his weapons in their holsters, and took his sniper rifle, looked around the environment until he rotated back to his original position, and proceeded to shoot twelve times. He reloaded. He killed all snipers in the area. It did not take long until the chaos died down. The party that was crashed was filled with quite a few men in the SS. This meant they were under Adrian's palm, and that meant that they would be some of the most deadliest warriors under Death itself. They were trained by the best, and the best was Adrian. It was unlikely that anyone would be able to match his skills. The shadow still grew.
Just as Rene was going to deliver a killing blow to Alexis, Oliver intercepted him a split second before the Nazi would had killed her with a single combat knife. Rene was much faster and stronger than Oliver was, but Oliver was slightly more skilled in the form of combat. The two of them battled it out with brutal yet impossibly attacks with their knives, the sound of steel crashing into one another sounding throughout the area. The movements guards began to fight back seriously against the SS, losing thirteen for every SS officer they killed. Rene caught a break when he performed a leg-sweep that sent Oliver to the ground and pulled out a Luger as if he was using it the entire time. Oliver barely had time to react as he dodged the bullet as he made some distance back. He was hurt, but could continue fighting. Rene aimed his pistol at more guards, and now Ella who had appeared above the surface. Threw his knife at her as it sailed across the battlefield with precision that would put the best of snipers to shame and strength that would break a normal humans arm. If was heading right for her heart, until... Oliver suddenly appeared right in front of her as the blade finally stopped moving. He stood still in silence until Rene smiled sadistically. The knife had hit one of his targets, just not the one he wanted. The bowie knife pierced Oliver like it was nothing and hit him directly in the torso, possibly in the heart but was unsure due to the jacket he was wearing over his armor. Oliver did not have the strength to speak as he turned his head slightly to the right, a single tear down his face to see Alexis on the ground and to see Ella behind him. A moment later, Oliver dropped down to the ground.
While Oliver was busy dealing with Rene. Alexis quickly changed the vials on the syringe gun. She though she inserted three of the dark blue knockout serum for triple the strength but messed up in the confusion and put a pink mind control one in instead along with the two already inserted dark blue vials. Noticing Adrian was moving in to pin her down she fired two of the darts at him. Both pierced through the gas mask around the bottom of the eye as she watched the liquid slowly being drained into his bloodstream. She then got up and took a shot at Rene. Not as accurate as she did with Adrian hitting him just above the groin instead.
Rene walked towards Alexis before he was stopped by the syringe hitting him above the groin. While not being painful other than the pinch that he felt as the needle injected itself into his bloodstream, it had little effect. Rene looked down and just stared at the syringe before removing it from his body and stepping on it. He did however, feel slightly confused in the brain. Then he realized what he had just been shot with. "Adrian we need to leave now...we can play with them another time" Rene got out before looking at Alexis and smirking. Because of the changes he had undergone, the chemical would take far longer to come into effect than the instantaneous effect it would have had on a normal human being. If he remained behind, it would have put him under total manipulation of the movement and could lead to his 'cooperation' to dismantle the Reich and would later be held on trial then executed. He grunted as he looked at Adrian. "We'll be back....soon." The Fuhrer then brushed the dirt of his armor before nodding goodbye, then turned around and walked away towards the forest.
Alexis checked the syringe and shouted at him making sure when it did take effect a mission was planted in his mind. "If this works, when it takes effect you WILL disband the Reich and commit suicide. So have fun." A smile crossed her face as she told Oliver what she had just done before medics quickly rushed out the bunker with their own syringe's and injected her with the wound healing serum. The whole jugular cutting would of killed her instantly if she didnt inject herself with the super-soldier serum prior to the fight.
The giant took the needles out from his face and mask, crushing them in his massive hand. He was too large and much too strong, even in his immune system for such puny instruments to work on him. He nodded to his Fuhrer and followed. A man ran up to him, attempting to stab him, but Adrian merely lifted him up and snapped his neck, killing him, without even looking, not even flinching. As to the enemies at their meeting, bodies were littering the ground, and cars were being blown up from sniper rounds to gasoline tanks. It was snowing. It was a beautiful day. Cue Franky, will you Heinrich? It seems like a nice day for some Frank Sinatra. You want some scotch, Hein? Real nice stuff. Got it from a friend visiting England. Real nice guy. Heh. He’s probably blowing up the place a nice new hole. Fun man.
Foster awoke, near the side of the road in a bush. He slowly rose up from it, seeing two destroyed vehicles, he was left behind. He saw a small plane crash in the road above him and he grabbed the nearest pistol, aiming it a figure that was trying to crawl out of it. Reznove had crashed the small plane, luckily it didn't blow up, reason for that happening was that it had no gas. He got pretty far, somewhere near Russia, but his thoughts were cut short when a masked individual pointed a weapon against his head. It was the same man that tried and failed keeping the two Russians prisoner, "Go ahead, kill me. But know this, if I die, it would not matter. What is the point in fighting a war YOU will die in, would you rather fight the side that has the chance to thrive, or the side that would win?" "Shut up," Foster said aggressively. He was forgotten, "Why do you not surrender? Why do you act as parasites to our army? Why act as a rebellion?" "To protect the ones we love," Reznove said simply, "What would you do if some country invaded your homeland and took control, would you cower? I know my father and I didn't." Foster lowered his pistol, this was the answer he needed. He walked towards the Russian and helped him out of the aircraft, "Be lucky I'm showing you mercy." "If you were a true german you would have killed me." "Your right, I would have killed you, but I didn't. The reason is, is that my family were betrayed by the Natzi's. I wanted to join them even after their deaths." "Well, if you want to destroy them, we need to get going."
Ella stood there, confounded by the sight of humans cutting and slicing each other without showing the slightest reaction. She then dropped down to her knees next to Oliver, gently shaking him to get a reaction. She then reached over at the knife lodge in his chest, having to pull it out with both hands. She then moved by up, gently shaking him as her eyes welled up. "No, no, no, no...."
Rene got onto a helicopter with Adrian once they were out of distance as the two of them headed back to Berlin. Rene felt uneasy in the head, but it was while he was in the helicopter that he began to experience a headache that soon developed into a migraine. Oliver remained completely lifeless as medics quickly ran over to check on him. Those inside of the bunker were finally leaving to oversee the man. They were unsure if he was dead or alive. Taking immediate action, they had to take him to a medical area where he would remain in critical condition throughout the next twenty five days. Not long after the battle, an off-road ambulance arrived at the scene. (Final time skip of the RP will be twenty five days long to Christmas Eve 1965.)
25 days later Alexis took a trip to the Scandinavian union where Oliver was being treated it was her decision seeing as they had the best medical equipment in the world. She sat by his side tuning the radio to a music only station. Alexis just wanted this war to end and while Italy and Spain now joined the Chaplin Movement and had already liberated Austria and most of France. She was far from optimistic. Deciding to relax she placed a glass of South African brandy on the side table and began talking to him as if he was awake. "Oliver we really need you in this. When you were fighting Rene you proved that you were one hell of a fine soldier. Both the Movement, Ella and myself could sure use you. Especially Ella." She than relaxed in the chair listening to My way by frank Sinatra.
Within the past twenty five days, the Reich had declared war against all any free remaining nation in Europe. After Mussolini and Franco's betrayal, Rene had them assassinated and incorporated all of the territory of Spain and Itally that went as far south as Sudan. There was no resistance to Rene about this movement out of pure fear. While declaring war on the Union, Russia and England, the Reich was set to enter the bloodiest war in all of it's history yet also it's most important. Germany was the most powerful nation on earth and essentially it's only super-power. With their vastly superior technology, training and numbers, the war could have lasted less than a month. However, something occurred that proved to be fatal to Germany in the long-run. Roughly half of the Wehrmacht abandoned the Reich after a leadership struggle and joined forces with the Movement. The reason for this split to occur being the ethical and moral decisions by many of the Wehmacht's generals, many of whom were still young and none of the original members of the party were alive at this point of the 'war'. These members had lost 'touch' and were seen as good people born to a monstrous regime. The moment this split occurred, the Nazi's were at a disadvantage. To signify that they were no longer fighting for a totalitarian regime, all swastikas were removed from the deserted army and their armor and equipment was repainted to the colors of the movement. This proved to be the miracle that the movement needed to finally silence the Reich forever. The movement faced off against the Reich in open battles within the past few days, resulting in over 8 million losing their lives in chaotic battles across Europe. However, Germany had lost territory and soldiers rapidly until they were pushed back to their pre-ww2 territory. Finally, Berlin was in range. Rene did eventually fall victim to the mind-control effects, but not exactly as Alexis would have hoped. While it did weaken him psychologically, he had shown no signs of wanting to commit suicide. A final plan was made for the eventual Battle of Berlin, capture Rene alive where he would be publicly hung and to destroy the German war-machine. And it was happening tonight. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I was a former 10 year vet in the SAS in Australia while fighting the Japanese before I came here." Oliver replied back to Alexis. He had survived the injuries of the fight by Rene, a large scar in the middle of his chest that reminded him the day he nearly died and by whom, Rene’s bowie knife missing his heart by inches. He understood that Rene was experiencing the effects that Serum that Alexis shot at him could have caused his concentration and accuracy to be slightly off. If Alexis never shot Rene or if he was a normal man, he would have been dead. "I understand your concern....Is she alright?”
"I have heard no news regarding her whereabouts. Though since you were out of it. Half of Germany's Wehmacht government is now on our side along with quite a few ex SS soldiers. We are winning this thing. I only hope it will end soon." She pulled out a two glasses and poured the brandy into both. "South African brandy. Said to be of Extremely high quality. Care to join me." She placed Olivers cup on the bedside table. "I have plans for the Movement. Something akin to the league of nations. Only bigger and better. A place where countries discuss not only war but important world issues. Setting standards for every country to follow while still allowing them to run the way they wish."
They both traveled, one fell to his knees at the sight held before him, the other stood back in shock. Moscow was destroyed, Reznove could not believe what he was seeing. Foster saw what war could do a small capitol. Flames of hell were everywhere, bodies of men, women, and children were spread across the ruins burning. This why Reznove would fight, to prevent things like this, but he and Foster knew that Russia had fallen. "We need to get to the train station." Rezonve said s he got up and ran to the location. Foster followed behind, "What will we do?" "We will set the capitol of Germany ablaze, just to get that leader bastards attention, are you with me?" "Yes," Foster replied with confidence, "I am."
He saw his own mortality. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends, Not with a bang, but a whimper. He did not wish to betray his country and cause, but he didn't want to go out this way. He always envisioned himself dying out peacefully, his funeral at his family's former castle, and his body sent out on a burning boat to the sea. But here he was, cooking what might have been his last meal, the lens of his mask hiding dry tears. He had made two meals; one for him, and one for Rene. The headaches were worse now. He did not know what the darts were supposed to do, but since then, he had these bad headaches and dizzy spells, once nearly killing a man by falling on him. The man he fell on was sent to the hospital with most of his bones crushed. He smirked under his mask at this. But nonetheless, as he came into a small dining room with a few plates, he couldn't but mourn, not for himself, but all that he stood for, all that he became, all those he lead, and all those he followed. He sat down and waited for Rene. He would remove his mask soon, and Rene would be the only one who saw his face before Adrian decided that he would do something so that no one would be able to see what originally lied under the mask. It was appropriate, he thought: He had cooked his specialty, sweetbread, from the brains of two men, served with Fava beans and a couple of red Chianti wines, with a desert of vanilla-bean ice cream served with chocolate and caramel sauce.
Ella spent the 25 days that pasted in the small village Oliver took her to, remaining reclusive in a small cottage at the edge of the village. She rarely ever came out to take picture or socialize with the villagers and remaining Chaplin movement soldiers there. And as the snow came, the curtains were closed and she was never seen personally. Though some believe they can see a silhouette of her on some occasions, most discredit it as their imagination.
