Fatherland: Role Play

Adrian stood up, put one hand on his friend's shoulder, and signed to him with the other hand:I want you to see me as I am before I commit an act that will make my identity nothingness..

He took his hands to his mask, and pulled it off: He had a roundish face, a baby-face, but it was heavily scarred, a large, heavy gash over his right eye, with dark brown hair and dark green eyes. He was clean shaven, but the scars that marked his face were not from cutting himself with a razor. He stared at Rene with piercing eyes, and breathed heavily.

 

Along with what only weapons they had, they traveled through the vast city. Reznove and Foster were the first to kill, Foster having one of his arms shot off, Reznove having his left leg shot in two places. They were the first to go through the city, and Reznove knew where to get his "heavy" weapons. he busted down the door carrying the German rebel, and sat him down. Foster had put the amputated part of the arm in fire to prevent further bleeding and succeeded at it. Reznove uncovered a cloth and grabbed a small radio, turing it on and turing it to the resistance channel (or what ever it was called). Reznove called in the attack, and opened the two large metal crates (If you read near the beginning then you'll know what I am talking about) and pulled out several weapons. Foster took the Rocket Launcher and two pistols, Reznove took a shotgun, an AK, and a magnum. He sealed off the bleeding from the legs, "Are you okay?"
"Yes," Foster said weakly, "I've lost too much blood, you- you need to finish it-" Foster handed Reznove a coin, it carved in German, "Kill the leader, stop the madness."
"What about you?"
Foster looked to the crates, "I'm sure you have plenty of explosives, when they arrive to my position, then I'll set them off. Germany of nothing but a tyrant itself. End it, end it for mankind."

Reznove left quickly, staying to the shadows. He had an idea on how to take out the leader. Minutes later he was climbing the tallest tower in Berlin, lighting a fire and busting open the windows he came across, and threw the torches in the rooms. By now the building was on fire. He made sure there was a note written on one of the buildings, letting the leader, Rene, know where exactly he was. Reznove was ready for a fight, he was ready to end this nightmare.

 

The headaches came to him again. They were growing, but it did not bother him too much. The dizzy spells wore off, and hopefully, so would the headaches. He entered the garage, spotting his old motorcycle, the one he had made himself, with his large hands. The tank of a motorcycle was something he valued. He stroked it as if it were alive, and then slowly sat on the leather seat. He clutched it, and then turned the engine over, revved it, and headed out. The snow was light, but it piled on the ground. The light crunch of the snow was unheard under the engine of the machine, which reflected the white of the snow. The winter flakes fell on the giant and his iron steed, frost grew slowly on his lenses. Every now and then he would wipe them, almost as if they were tears as he went down the mountain due north. JOTUNN had discovered a prey that had escaped him a while back: the girl. It was rather surprising, really, that she had survived. He, however, had the slight element of surprise, and he would find the girl.
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Most of the SS had surrendered to the Enemy; But the most notable members were missing, and it seemed as though they were erased from existence, as well as all the technological advancements of the SS's science division. Sebastian Krauss, however, knew better. He was small, and thin, his pale skin complimented his dark brown hair and dark green eyes; He was Bavarian, much like the giant he knew so well. Few knew he existed, and only one person knew who he was. Sebastian was the right-hand man of Adrian, his most trusted agent, and for a good reason. Sebastian knew Adrian since the orphanage. He could remember the very tall, very thin boy Adrian was, wearing this mask that deeply disturbed all others except for him. Sebastian remembered finding the tall boy in a small cupboard once, and amazed at his flexibility, they both once considered running off to the circus. But they instead came to the Reich, which was much better. Sebastian was the one who had gotten Adrian's motorcycle, who chauffeured him to the HQ, who told him everything. He was heading towards Adrian’s former abode, the Vogelscheuche Castle...

 

(Im just going to ignore the post for the time being and go with the Deranged cannibal hunter thing that SirSPT suggested)
Alexis went to get one of the doctors who agreed with letting Oliver out of the hospital. She then grabbed a wheelchair and helped him sit on it. Once that was done Alexis headed down to her car which she would drive until they got to the airport.

 

"The Nazi's have the tech to build mechs and supersoldiers. Who said they cant weaponize a wheelchair." She said in a joking manner as they slowly made their way to the airport. Making use of the reclaimed lands of the third reich. "To think if the movement didnt do so well we would be missing out on this lovely view."

 

Reznove stood atop a building, watching as the resistance tore apart Berlin, something as missing. If rumor's were true then Rene was a super soldier. He climbed from the flaming building, and made it to the ground safely. It was strange, he was expecting a challenge like he and Foster did when they arrived.

Foster was surrounded by Nazi soldiers, they were ready to kill him. He pulled out a trigger, "See you in hell." He pressed, and everything from his sight went white, then black. The entire building was destroyed (This is no nuke), he killed himself along with the soldiers, he'd knew he'd be going to heaven, he's never killed innocents. Something was hurting, burning and living. Several resistant soldiers passed the burning house and heard screams from within. Foster was still alive, his Nazi protecting him.
They swiftly pulled him out, two already dying due to the heat and massive flames. They poured water of him to stop the hellish cooking, was this a blessing? Foster did not know why he didn't die, but at least he gets to move on for a while, right?

 

The giant had beaten them to the airport several hours earlier. Unbeknownst to all those at the area, Adrian had disguised himself, which was easier than one would think, despite his massive size, and he had planted a large number of bombs in and around the building. They were placed in garbage cans, vending machines, under seats and tables, in bathrooms, under many cars that just sat, and in closets and boiler rooms. Each bomb was small, but being the genius he was, Adrian had created them himself. The bombs were very powerful, and were set so that his prey would have nowhere to go. If his calculations were right, using the coordinates JOTUNN gave him, the bomb were to go off exactly as his prey had arrived. He cared not for the hundreds of people bustling around the large airport.
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Sebastian had arrived, hiding his transportation in the cave that his friend slept walked to every night during their time at the old orphanage. It was a strange thing he was feeling; a mix of feeling so right and so wrong, of happiness and sadness, of compassion and of disgust. He knew his friend would be out there to die. But there was something down in the depths of the old castle, something only the two knew of. Not even Rene, the Fuhrer knew of what lied in the darkness, but he would soon... kind of. Years earlier, Adrian planned something for an event like what was currently happening, and had plotted something out, something twisted, yet spotlighting his great genius. Sebastian Came to the bottom of the castle, and moved a large portrait of Adrian's mother aside. She had dark brown hair, like chocolate, smoothed back with a silk-like texture, much like Adrian's. Her hair was tied in a bun, and her beautiful face was somewhat pale with rosy cheeks and a round face. Her dark green eyes had the same piercing effect like Adrian's, and she was dressed with a Victorian-like style. Adrian had painted this before the fire that had killed Arianna. Behind the portrait was a heavy, black-oak wooden door. It was just large enough for his large friend to crouch through. He went down long set of stone stairs, to a large room like that of Victor Frankenstein's. Large machines were everywhere with unknown purposes, switches and gauges, levers and button. But the most disturbing aspects were the two giant tanks in the midst of the room, each holding a child. One was very tall, very lanky, with the chocolate colored hair. Adrian. The other was of normal size, with blonde hair. Sebastian was amazed at Adrian's work. He had cloned himself and another. Sebastian wasn't sure who it was until he saw a paper that was for him:

You are here now, and that can mean only one thing - What I feared in my predictions has come true. But I have a plan, a plan to take the world so subtly. America is the key, here. They are and will continue to be the most economically unstable country, and we will take it. Only, I will not do it myself. Those who are ever loyal to us that have not died have spread to the Americas, and some day, we will have a Fourth Reich. And we also have the most important ingredient to the plot: Rene.

Sebastian looked, and was prepared to release the clones after JOTUNN had picked up on Adrian's death. Computers hung from the ceiling, and Sebastian could see through the eyes of JOTUNN, and it was looking at Adrian, not too far from the airport, armed with his sniper-rifle, crouched and hidden from nyone's view except JOTUNN's...

 

The airport suddenly blew up as Oliver and Alexis arrived. Blown pieces of rubble and flesh were everywhere, and the Giant had been responsible for the deaths of everyone in that airport, a total of 789 people. Men, women, and children, all now corpses in a burning pile of rubble. Adrian in turn looked through his scope, and aimed at the Australian pushing the wheelchair first, and shot through their head, which was now burst apart like a watermelon. Then he did the same to the girl, his accuracy as deadly and flawless as ever...

 

Reznove had heard the incident with Foster, how the hell does one survive an explosion? His body would heal, but it would take about a year or two before the at could happen. The resistance began retreating, what for? Something was up, and Reznove tends to check it out.

(IF there is a sequel or not I do not tend to have Reznove killed, I want him to live, get married, etc. Beside, who'll take care of his home?)

 

"Damn, let me guess. Its that freaking Adrian again." As she said her hand clutching her head. She looked and saw the devastation. "That monster doesnt deserve a fair trial. Alert every Movement leader to go on a hunt for him. One man cant face 5 million plus troops. Especially when we get in contact with the Chinese, Japs and Koreans. I want that Animal on top of the movements most wanted list. Even above Rene."

 

The monster that he was, Adrian was able to quickly get back to his motor cycle. He was going to head towards a large group of enemy troops stationed near the former headquarters. He saw their faces via JOTUNN, their happy, smiling faces from the victory that they had. He was about to blow everything up. The documents about Adrian and his works, as well as other documents concerning important people and matters were hidden inside that building, but he couldn't risk anyone finding them. After a drive about an hour and a half long, using roads that few people used, he was able to discreetly find his way just outside of Berlin. But he couldn't risk it on motorcycle from there, so he hopped off, and used darkness as cover. It was time for sunset, but merely dark, nearly black clouds block almost all light. The snow was now being made into a cold mush from a dripping fall that had just started. He used JOTUNN to reroute all security feed from any other source to JOTUNN itself, and now he was basically invisible, and could see everyone else at the same time. Using this to his advantage he was able to get to a vantage point facing the HQ building. It was the perfect spot: A tall hill covered by bushes and trees, taller than the HQ building itself. He would be able to snipe without being discovered, his silenced gun pulled out from behind his back. He doped his scope and took aim. He was able to see that there were only a few men left from earlier, but the fact that the doors were not broken - as they had been locked and bolted shut a while ago, just before the complete downfall of the Reich - were evidence that they had not been able to enter the building yet. The men moved around, patrolling the area. He would take them out one by one, in a manner that they would not be alerted and be unaware of each others deaths. He took out one of the guards stationed still on a look-out tower, the body falling limp on top, but apparently no one heard. He knew he was good to go. He slung his rifle back up on him, and took out his luger, and slid down the hill, and quietly went closer to his targets. He hid behind a tree. Three targets on the bottom, separated by the brick walls of garden decor. He came from behind as his first target was turned around, and shot the soldier at the base of their neck, the bullet severing their spinal cord, and piercing through their esophagus and jugular, killing them instantly. He rushed over to them, opening a grate-covered tunnel underneath, which was meant for wires heading into the HQ building from a few underground generators, and stuffed the body in the tunnel. He went over to his next target, preforming the same method of assassination with his knife, sticking the blade through his neck all the way, and hid the body in some thick plants. He silently crept over to his next target, who was apparently drowsy, and proceeded to kill the soldier by creeping up behind and snap their neck, their head being turned all the way around. He had only one more target who was just about to come downstairs when he saw the giant. He was too frightened to run, and was paralyzed by fear. Adrian merely looked at him, and threw his dagger... sticking it straight into the smaller man's head. He took the blade from the corpse, and sheathed it. He went over to a willow tree in the middle of the balcony, and moved a large faux boulder, revealing a metal lid, which he lifted up. It was very heavy, and even he had a bit of trouble of getting it off, but the dense steel cover could not contend with Adrian's great strength. He entered, pulling the lid part way back over, with enough room to let his hand pull the fake rock back over in order to disguise the hidden entrance once more. He headed down a maintenance tunnel, crouching, and was able to go up a ladder into the building. He opened a grate into a small marble room, with only one door. It was heavy, made out of steel, and incredibly thick. Again, using his great strength, the giant pushed it open, and he found himself in the kitchen of the building. He lurked through the corridors to his own office in the building, and opened his great, dark oak desk, revealing a large amount of explosives. He took them, and after a couple hours, had set these explosives up in the entire building. Years ago, he had rigged explosives in every department building of the Reich's in order to prevent the enemy from finding out too much information or gaining much, if any, technology from the Nazi empire, and had it so that at the moment of his death, they would blow. He returned to his office, and gotten out an old microphone from one the file cabinets. He plugged it in to a large machine in one of the corners of the room that looked like a Morse-code radio, which he had made to transfer in to every single broadcast signal in the world. He took off his mask, his dark green eyes gaunt, showing the insomnia he had since he was a small child, dark rings around whites, and incredibly pale skin that was quite smooth, almost marble like, but with many cuts and gashes littering the sea of eggshell-colored flesh. He went over to his old phonograph, put a disk on the player, and started it. It was Beethoven's Ninth. He turned on the machine so that the music would be Broadcast everywhere. Unbeknownst to every other person in the world, his voice had healed over time, and now, he was about to us it for the first time in a long, long while. He spoke in an incredibly deep, soft, whispery voice, his Bavarian accent definite. "My name is Adrian Ludwig Vogelscheuche. I am the Scarecrow of the SS, the Bogeyman of the Third Reich, and I will show you my power. You think everything is over? Nein. It is not. It is only beginning. Soon, the armies of the Nazi empire will rise once again, and you will see what I am capable of..." The Chorus of the Symphony began, and he sang along in his incredibly deep voice, and with his great knowledge of music, recognized himself as a D2 bass. He waved his hands in the air to the music, and as it ended, the building exploded, the force of it so great, it was like a smaller version of a nuclear bomb. Along with this, buildings all over Europe blew up with the same force, causing hundreds of deaths, civilians and soldiers and political people alike, all dead... thanks to the Angel of Death.
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Sebastian had looked at the information JOTUNN had provided through the monitors, and imputed the information into a large computer, which in turn caused an electrical current to run through a long wire into the tank that the child-version of Adrian was contained in...

 

Lots of resistance filled the streets, not only keeping watch, half of them volunteered to help rebuild the city. Foster had a wife, well that was a start. Reznove did not know Foster by heart, but every now and then they would both speak through the radio on a separate channel. They both got along all right.
Berlin seemed to be halfway built, Reznove only hoped that this was all truly over, luckily for Russia they had already began the plans of a large fort around their own state, and later in years they see how to invent energy shielding. This was good.
One of the trucks came, "Sir, we got news."
Reznove walked over to the trucks radio as the guy tuned into the station. When he heard the words, he nearly shat joy, Rene and the titan were captured- well... the Adrian was dead. He also got a letter, his girlfriend. He knew that she would break up with him eventually, but this was a letter sending news about Russia's progress.
Reznove and been with this woman for several years, she had taken a trip to Australia. He wrote a letter back and stuck an embedded sapphire ring in the envelope along with the letter. He told the troop to send it out as fast as he could.