In Absence of War

This story contains themes of: depression, extreme violence gore, extremist content, homophobia, human trafficking, offscreen rape, racism, suicide, torture, violent death

Story Notes

I am a relatively new writer, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated! The Chapters will also get longer over time since I still have to get used to writing long things!

DISCLAIMER: With this story I do NOT want to glorify any extremist political stance, especially not fascism. I condemn any hateful action against any group of people and this story is a critique to the exploitative and greatly influential methods that are used in politics to spread false narratives and hate.

Summary

A world where the dictator Hitler didn't exist, a world that hasn't seen the third Reich, a world which still has to suffer, since it hasn't had enough. Johann Klein - outstanding citizen of the Weimar Republic and the perfect fiancé - seeing his future wife burn to death in the most cruel and agonizing way, could not take it anymore. Filled with hatred against the very humanity that killed his wife, he decides to put an end to this. Wanting to destroy everything he joins the fascist movement which, since the absence of the WW2 still exists, But his story is not the only one to tell.. Gustav Williams - citizen of the lower class of the Weimar Republic and a bad husband - seeing his Wife hang, because of hate, racism and nazism, couldn't take it either. Filled with hatred against those who hate, he decides to put an end to this inequality of power, brutality and hate. In a mission of revenge, he gave up his life for this sole purpose of his life. But these are just two of the many problems of this other cruel world, both in between revolution, crime and desire for power in an active battle between evil and lesser evil.

Genre: Thriller

Author: Death by July

Status: 1yr ago

Chapters: 4

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 18+

Chapter 1 - All Hail the new World

France, Marcoing

September 28th 1918 13:16

The Trenches are flooded with German soldiers. Noises of war banging from left and right. Ash, blood and dirt flying through the air. Screams of rage and suffering fill out the dirty ashy atmosphere. In between all this commotion, a routine roll call.

“GUSTAV SCHMIDT!”

“JAWOHL!” (YES)

The walls of the Trenches seem heavy and Unstable.

“SIEGFRIED BIRKENHAUER”

“HIER KOMMANDANT!” (HERE COMMANDER)

Crates, full of ammunition, weapons and other means to kill.

“ADOLF HITLER!”

September 28th 1918 13:57

A rush into a French Village. Shots flying left and right. The feeling of death approaching. Where ever you look, soldiers are getting shot, blown apart and slashed like animals.

Adolf Hitler rushing in, his Comrades falling one by one. Enemy Soldiers approaching. Another one dead, two others down, he flees.

A shot in the Back.

“SANITÄTER” (MEDIC)

“SANITÄTER ICH WURDE GETROFFEN” (MEDIC I WAS HIT)

Lying down in a crater he tried to hide, but there he came:

A British Soldier, pointing the barrel of the rifle right at his head.

“Do NOT Move”

Hitler, filled with fear and pain, as a last-ditch effort, reached for his gun.

A single shot, right through his skull, blood pouring out just as the soul leaves his body.

Germany, Berlin

November 27th 2014 04:34

“I can feel the wind between my hair, cars are racing by. I smell the water.”

Standing on the edge of a Bridge was an average sized Guy. Brown hair, stunning hazel eyes, unshaved for at least 2 months, overall defeated and Crying.

“I miss you” he whispers.

He wears a hoodie, a relaxing fit of sweatpants and comfortable looking shoes.

“I Miss You”

On his neck, a necklace with a ring attached, a painful reminder of the most painful day of his life.. The day his wife died.

“I MISS YOU” he now shouted and cried into the shining skyline.

Filled with emotions and emptiness alike he takes his last step forward.

“May we find our peace together”