The following events took place February 4, 1943, Berlin, Germany
The Reichstag in 1933, after the victory of Van Geyte's Reichsfront in the Deutschkrieg
“Enough!” Infuriated, Hitler slammed his fist onto his desk
“Herr Fuhrer, I assure you that I am doing everything in my power to...”
“Silence!”. Himmler grew silent
Hitler stood up, walking around his office in the Reichstag.
“Is this the famous revolution they promised me? The Third Reich I righteously claimed? Ha! I have an army that won’t even listen to my command, a population that is rebellious and refuses to reform, and my pathetic allies across the Channel are in a state of civil war! Is this the reinstatement of old values? This is chaos! Anarchy!”
“But, what is worst of all” Hitler cramped his fists together, attempting to control the anger within him “is that here. In Berlin, of all places, right under my nose, there is a gathering of generals plotting to overthrow me. They are without supplies, without heavy weaponry and disorganised...” Hitler pointed accusingly at Himmler “Yet your pathetic SS cannot manage to defeat them! This has been going on for a week now! What use is sending more and more troops if they cannot even beat that weak academy!”
Himmler wiped his forehead with a cloth, attempting to keep his cool
“Herr Fuhrer, I have to remind you that this is a delicate situation. We simply cannot go wage open war on the Surpreme Command in broad daylight. It is situated within a residential area and attacking it with full force would lead to a lot of destruction. The people will suspect...”
“Who gives a damn about the people?!” Hitler shouted “I want that Academy bombed flat! Call the artillery, call the Luftwaffe, call the Engineers if you have to, but DESTROY IT!”
Hitler attempted to reply, his voice shaking
“Sir I’m not sure if that...”
“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE!”
Himmler turned around a walked out the double oak doors, his shoulders hanging. Simultaneously, Speer entered the room and shut the doors.
“You requested me, Herr Fuhrer?”
“Yes. The diplomats have written a proposal for peace here, you might want to read it and see if it works.”
Speer picked up the documents and began reading
“This looks good, Herr Fuhrer. The Allies are proposing to cede us as much Russian territory as we want, along with Alsace-Lorraine, and they would agree to accepting our demands in Eastern Europe, in exchange for peace and a full retreat from the East.”
The fuhrer responded “An interesting offer. But what...” Hitler suddenly stopped.
Outside the door, two loud bangs sounded, followed by silence. Speer turned around
“What was that?”
“I have no idea. Go check it out.”
Speer moved towards the silent doors cautiously, as if he was counting each step. He stopped in front of it, and reached for the doorknob. Grasping the cold steel firmly, he turned it to the left, opening the door with a loud metallic click.
Suddenly, the double wooden doors flew open with such brutal force that Speer was thrown back and smacked against a desk. The doors slammed open against the walls so fast that one door broke out of it’s hinges and slammed into a bookcase. Before Hitler had time to even organise a thought, five men entered his office.
Without even looking, the first figure grabbed his pistol and executed Albert Speer in cold blood. He was hit in the head twice with amazing accuracy, and died instantly.
The man walked towards Hitler’s desk, leaning on a cane as he went. He wore a dirty black trenchcoat, damaged army boots and a bonnet that appeared to have been looted from a Russian soldier.
“How dare you break into my office! I will have you arrested!” Hitler pushed the button under his desk and called support, but soon realised nobody was coming: Outside the door he could see the dead bodies of his guards lying in the hallway. Hitler looked at the man, and in terror, realised who was standing before him.
“Good evening, Adolf Hitler, Fuhrer of the Third Reich!” The man spat out his words, blinded by rage. He pushed up his pilotka and looked at Hitler. The dark scar running into his neck gave him the look of an executioner. Van Geyte’s pale blue eyes were rife with pure hatred and fury.
Hitler stumbled back and fell over his chair in panic.
“This is impossible! You are dead!”
“Apparently, Fuhrer, I am not.”
Hitler was too terrified to move. While he was lying besides his desk, the man walked around and picked up the documents on his table. It was if his entire persona burned with anger, a destructive wildfire that was becoming even more volatile by what he was reading.
“Is this...” Van Geyte turned to Hitler, crumbling the paper in his hand “A peace treaty?”
Hitler was too terrified to speak.
“A PEACE TREATY?” Laurence bashed his fist into a bookcase, shattering the inches thick glass like it was porcelain
Hitler mumbled, attempting to crawl back
“It is... nessecary... the German people... what is be...”
“BEST FOR THEM?” Van Geyte rose up like a feral wolf, hungry for prey. As he spoke his words echoed through the Reichstag
“I gave you... everything. I put you in power. I let you be the Fuhrer. The hero of the people. Everything I ever achieved, was attributed to you. TO YOU! And what did I get in return? Tell me, Herr Fuhrer, what did I get in return?” Laurence’s pale blue eyes burned.
Hitler attempted to crawl even more backwards. Just a little more...
“I only did... what was best for the people”
“TREASON! AN ATTEMPT AT MY LIFE! A REVOLUTION! ANARCHY! TREACHEROUS ACTS OF SOMETHING THAT IS NO MAN” Laurence took another step towards Hitler, who slowly reached under a bookcase
“No... no man. Lesser than a man. A beast. A monster. You FASCIST PIG!”
Hitler his hand found what he was looking for. His hands grasped the pistol hidden under the bookcase, which he rapidly pulled out and aimed at the Field marshall.
Laurence was faster. While Hitler pulled the pistol from under the bookcase, a boot rapidly came down upon his hand. Hitler screamed in pain and loosened his grip on the pistol.
Laurence spat on the ground.
“You are a traitor. A traitor to Germany. A Traitor to her empire. A traitor to her people. But more importantly, you are a traiter to ME.”
With amazing force, Laurence turned his boot around. Hitler’s wrist was clamped firmly in it’s destructive grasp, and the bone snapped like wood. Hitler screamed in pain
“You bastard!”
A second boot hit Hitler in the face and threw him over. His nose was broken. The Field Marshall was looking down upon him.
“Here lies Hitler, the great Fuhrer! Stand up you weakling.”
Hitler refused to move. Suddenly, a large hand closed around his throat and lift Hitler from the ground.
Van geyte held Hitler up, nearly choking, and put the barrel of his pistol against his head. The Fuhrer could barely speak, and was running out of air.
“Please... no”
The Field Marshall’s grasp softened, giving the Fuhrer some time to breathe
“Mercy? You ask me for mercy? You annihilate my Party, steal my honour, betray my trust, make an attempt at assassinating me, force me to walk for weeks through a frozen Russian hellhole, kill one of my best friends and now you are asking me for MERCY!?”
“No... Please no”
Van Geyte looked at his pistol
“Don’t worry Fuhrer. I won’t shoot you. It would be a waste of a good bullet”
Van Geyte took his pistol and put it in his pocket.
“No... I have something special planned for you.” The Field Marshall tightened his grip on Hitler’s throat again, and dragged him towards the wide window behind Hitler’s desk. Laurence looked down at the plain, still holding onto the Fuhrer.
Hitler looked at the ground, four stories beneath them, in terror.
“You were at the front during the Great War. Do you remember what we used to do to traitors?”
Laurence his grip tightened again, and he lift Hitler higher, who was now pleading for his life
“No... “
“Adolf Hitler, Fuhrer of the Third Reich. Treason is the path you have chosen, and this is what it has led you to. The world will be better off without you. Goodbye”
“No. NO! NO! OH GOD PLEASE DON’T! NO!”
Four stories lower, Adam Heinkl, a private of the 14th Wehrmacht Garrison division was patrolling the courtyard of the Reichstag. He was forced into conscription, and hated his utterly boring job at the Reichstag where nothing ever happened. He stopped to look at the thin layer of snow that had gathered on his black boots.
Suddenly he heard the sound of a large window shattering, followed by a howling scream that chilled him to the bone. A soft crack sounded on the snow behind him, and Adam covered his head as shards of glass rained down upon him. After it was over, he turned around, his heart pounding
Before him lied Adolf Hitler, leader of the Nazi Party and Fuhrer of Germany. He had been thrown off the fifth story of the Reichstag by Field Marshall Von Geyte. Upon landing he broke his neck, what led to his instant death. Hitler’s eyes were wide open, and held an expression of surprise, as if the man had not expected teh sudden realisation of his own mortality. The legacy of Adolf Hitler, the great dictator of Europe, ended February 4th, 1943.
Laurence stared down onto Hitler’s corpse on the courtyard. With the window gone, the office was now exposed to the frosty Northern winds, cooling the office to an uncomfortable temperature.
A fifth escort entered the room
“Sir”
The Field Marshall turned around “Yes?”
“We haven’t been able to find Himmler. He seems to have escaped.”
Laurence coughed and sat down behind Hitler’s desk. This chair was his now.
“Nevermind him. We will find him eventually”
The sun was setting over Berlin, reminding Van Geyte that the SS would soon begin a new offensive on the Academy.
“Contact all army generals, and find every soldier you can muster. Tell them Van Geyte has returned.”
The Field Marshall grabbed the remaining documents of the peace treaty and tore them to shreds, throwing them through the broken window behind him.
“Whipe out the SS. Execute every officer. Imprison every soldier.”
“And the Gestapo, sir?”
“Kill them all. But make sure to do it quietly. They might have been able to gather some interesting information while they were in power, and I don’t want them to destroy it”
“Yes sir”.
Van Geyte stood up and stared out of the window
“The age of Nazi Germany has ended. We will build a new Germany out of the ashes of the former one. A Greater Germany. A German Empire.”
“Lift the academy siege. Send the 10th Panzergrenadiers to smoke out the SS stationed there. They will be able to reach Berlin by nightfall”
“Yes sir. What will you do now?”
Van Geyte pondered for a while
“Contact the Northern Coast Army, and tell them to assemble in Le Havre. Then, contact the Free Fleets and ask for safe passage in name of the Channel Pact. I set sail for England.”
“Yes sir. We will have a plane waiting for you at Tempelhof.”
“Work fast. Every minute you hesitate is a minute lost.”
Laurence stood up and walked out of the office, followed by two escorts.
“Oh, and fix that window”