“It is humiliating to remain with our hands folded while others write history.”

  Benito Mussolini

  Polish People's Republic. Near GDR border. 14.12.2014 19:30

  Once more… we need to visit them once more. I know that this is our family, but it's not our fault that they wanted to stay, furthermore, why should we risk our freedom to bring them money? Why my father decided to do this?... Because rest of our family wanted to help them? Then why THEY didn't go through Berlin Wall to help them… And now we were 30 minutes from our destination, our house, or what remains of it… If there was still something left behind. We wanted to see what happened to it, and speaking the truth, we weren't expecting much.

  “Hey, wake up!” Dad said.

  “Yea, I'm up, what do you want?” I replied, while stretching my arms.

  “We will take a break, your mom needs to go to bathroom. You want to go too, or will you stay in a car?” He asked.

  “Nah, I'm good.” I responded, yawning slightly.

  “I need to take a break, can you change me? Mom doesn't want to, I think she is accustomed to automatic gearbox too much.” He said while looking at his wife, giving her a teasing smile.

  “It is much more complicated to drive without it…” Mom replied.

  “Heh” Dad chuckled in response.

  We stopped by the nearest petrol station, small one, but there should be a toilet. At least we hoped there is. We waited for her, watching as snow falls on our car. I was sitting behind my father. Suddenly, door on the opposite side of me, was brutally opened. Before I could react, I got knocked out. Last thing I saw was my mom crying, with a revolver pointed at her head.

  I woke up with a massive headache. For a while I thought I was blind, but I could feel a cloth touching my face. I tried to take it off, but I have been stopped by someone gripping my hand hard.

  “Don't even think about it, I'll make a nice hole in your mom's head if you try doing something stupid!” It was a low, male voice.

  “Please, we can give you everything!” My mom cried. Hearing her voice trembling from fear was heartbreaking.

  “Just do what I say, and everything will be fine.” He replied.

  “But, we will get ki...” My dad tried to say something.

  “Shut up, and drive! I can kill you right now! I think you should memorize your last moments!” He shouts out.

  I didn't even try to do anything, paralyzed by fear and headache. We rode a good few minutes. Our hijacker sat near me. Whenever I tried to move, I could feel cold gun barrel being pressed to my head, or at least I thought it was a gun barrel.

  “We are close.” He said quietly. “Faster! Drive faster!”

  Dad didn't say anything, but I could feel our car accelerate.

  “Ram the gate!” Hijacker shouted.

  “We will get killed if…”

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  My eardrums rang before I even realized he'd pulled the trigger. Right after that I went flying in the air and lost consciousness.

  When I regained my senses, I heard shouting, a lot of shouting. I could hear English, some words in Russian and German, but oddly nothing sounded like Polish. I could finally see, cloth covering my face must have been lost somewhere. But what I saw wasn't anything pleasant to see. First thing I noticed was my hijacker. He was staring on me with his dead eyes. I wanted to shout but I couldn’t, my throat refused. I was still in shock. I looked around. I saw my car, turned up on the roof. My parents were still in there, trying to unbuckle seat belts. I was lying near to a wall, on concrete floor. I got up, surprisingly without any pain, and went to help them. When my dad saw me, he responded with ear piercing shout:

  “Denis! RUN! They will kill you! RUN!”

  I stood there motionless, trying to comprehend what he said. I saw guards running, with rifles in their hands. My brain froze, but my body took over without my mind. When I heard gunshots, I tried hiding behind a container. Those bullets, didn’t fly near me. I refused to look at what was happened behind me. I finally hid myself, trying to calm my thoughts. Why? Why was this happening to me? WHY!? What did I do wrong?!... No… it won’t change anything. My… My parents were dead… They were in their prime. My dad just got promoted, mom finally could maintain decent conversation in English… She was so cheerful… NO! This is not a time to cry.

  “Hey! We have another one here!” One of the soldiers shouted.

  There was only thing on my mind. RUN! Few bullets nearly hit me. I ran into a huge hangar full of armed vehicles and ammunition. I saw stairs near the end of the hangar. Soldiers behind me were shouting, but no bullets flew at me this time. They didn’t want to hit anything vulnerable? When I was right next to them, I saw a guard coming up the stairs. Due to the momentum, I fell on him and we tumbled down the stairs. His gun, AK of some sort was in my reach. I grabbed it, but in the same moment, I felt a strong grip on my throat. I started to choke. He didn’t leave me a choice. With big effort, I managed to hit him with a stock. Slightly dazed, he fell on the ground. In the next moment I had him at a gunpoint. I pulled the trigger but nothing happened. Safety was on! I quickly reached the safety lever and switched it off.

  “Die, you Motherfucker!” DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH? SAY WHAT ONE MORE TIME. I DARE YOU MOTHERFUCKER, I DOUBLE DARE YOU MOTHERFUCKER.

  I aimed at his head and once again pulled trigger. A loud bang of the firing rifle stunned me for a second. In the same time a loud alarm started to ring all around me. I… I just killed him… I just killed someone! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!... I… I need to move. Quick!

  I went down the stairs, trying to find a place to hide. I need to catch a breath. I'm not athletic at ALL. It’s a miracle that I’m still running. An adrenalin miracle... HA! An air vent! And even an opened one! Like in a Hollywood movie! I grabbed it and tossed it behind me, and dived straight into the darkness of the vents. A bad idea… It was vertical! Falling down, I tried to grab anything my hands could reach. This fall wasn’t long enough to do any damage. Landing was painful but bearable. I started to crawl slowly through vents, searching for a way out. Then I heard noises. Someone was speaking right under me. I tried to look who it was through a vent.

  “Say what?! We have intruders? Right fucking now?! We can’t stop the countdown! It’s now or never!” Said one of them. He was wearing a white coat. Scientist if I had to guess.

  “God fucking dammit! Guards! Secure the fucking perimeter! No one can go in or out! Do you FUCKING understand, you lazy cocksuckers!” Said a military looking guy. “Professor, you need to delay the damn launch. Can you do it?”

  “Um… Yes… I think I can.” Said the Professor. “Hey! You! Come and help me!”

  A launch you say? Hmmm… Maybe I can try to sneak out of this place while they were… whatever they were doing. But how? I don’t even… Oh fuck! The vent is detaching! Oh for fucks sake! I fell down with grill on some machinery, my AK was left behind in the vents. That fall was freaking painful.

  “Kill him”

  “NO! You could destroy something important!”

  Well too late… Several shots echoed in the room. Few nearly hit me, but one of them found its target. I got shot in my left arm. Now I have a freaking hole in my arm. Fuck! Luckily, bullet pushed me back and I fell behind those machines. In the same time, those bullets that missed me, hit something important. You could see the smoke and sparks coming out of destroyed machinery.

  “I said, DO NOT shoot!”

  While trying to stand the pain, I stood up and tried sneak out of here before it will explode or something. My mind was racing. The only exit was near those guards... I can't just rush out there. It would simply be a suicide. I leaned out from my cover to check what were they doing, but I couldn’t hear them anymore. A loud explosion behind me. There's no time to think about where should I go! If I stay here I will be doomed! I jumped out of my hiding place. I checked what's around me. I saw that scientists were quickly typing something on keyboards and guards tried to extinguish flames. Did they think I died out there or are they that undisciplined to forget about me? Not that I'm complaining! Only place free of anyone or anything that could hurt me was, tube like, platform. I rushed to it, in hope of another exit.

  Then everything went fucking south. One more huge explosion. Guards were sent flying. Two shrapnel hit me in the same arm already shot. Horrified by what is happening around me I didn’t even feel it. Suddenly, on the edge of the platform on which I stood glass appeared and started to rise, blocking everything from getting inside. Last thing I heard before it fully closed were cries of people being burned alive and smell of burning flesh, Then I lost consciousness once more.

  I was awakened by a strong, sharp pain. Lying on the floor I saw that there was no one in the room and the fire disappeared. Not even a single corpse remained. Only thing reminding that moment ago there were people burning here, was their scent and guns lying on ground.

  “What the fucking fuck?” - I said confused.

  I got up and walked through the room, checking everything, listening to every sound. And I didn’t hear anything, even the alarm stopped ringing. Complete silence. An utterly terrifying silence.

  I walked quietly through the halls, I went to the same stairs on which I previously killed a soldier from whom I took an AK… I still don't know what type of Kalashnikov was that. Or was that even a Kalashnikov?

  What the fuck I’m thinking about? My parents are dead and I killed a man. And now I’m wondering about guns? Seriously?! What type of sick bastard am I?!

  I finally reached the top of the stairs. Everything in the hangar was exactly as I last saw it. Of course, apart from the people trying to murder me.

  But then I looked at what was outside the hangar. There were fucking mountains around whole facility that with ease reached a height of 5 km. As long as I can remember, there were no goddamn Everest's in western Poland! My jaw hit the floor and I've begun to shiver.

  “Ha… HAHAHAHAHA… So... So I lost my parents, my family, and now.... now I even lost my WORLD?! What type of sick joke is that?! - I cried out and immediately after, started to cry like I never did before.

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  Hey! If you are still here would want to say thanks to my Proofreader Grzesiek. Great guy, great friend but still a Dickbutt. We laughed for 2 hours straight when we were correcting this chapter (I even had to correct this sentence, because this nigga cannot use proper english :*)(<---Dickhead).Yeah, 2 hours.