Chapter I: The End of World War II

"Freedom. It's the one product America specializes in under its federal democracy of a government. Taking it away, it's like playing with fire. It's the end of World War II. We lost. I can't believe we lost. All that preparation gone to shit out a window. And what we got in return? We were overthrown by Nazi bastards. They don't care for whites. They hate blacks, gays, hispanics, disableds, and most of all... Jews."

 

Phoenix was in his living room with his wife by his side. She was diagonally cuddled up besides him, watching television. A small television the size of a cardboard box on four legs. Then there was a sudden knock at the door. It sounded hard with a grandiose amount of force placed against the wood. "Honey, someone's at the door."

 

Phoenix stood up to go get it. Then the black and white screen of a man with a few papers in his hand just received breaking news. And then he said, "Oh... Uh oh... Ummm we have just gotten word that- This.. This is an outrage. My fellow Americans, we have just lost World War II.. From the latest information, we have been told that the 'Third Reich' is invading our country, and is now in control. I have just been told, if you are in the following categories: African American or mixed, Latino or Hispanic, disabled in a way, homosexual, or jewish, please report to the nearest security station for security."

 

Phoenix then looked at the door. "Honey, get in the closet." She was confused. "What-why?"

"Get in the closet, GO GO GO!" 

 

A Nazi kicked down the door and entered the home. "ON ZE GROUND! ON ZE GROUND! JETZT SOFORT!" 

 

Phoenix put up his fists as his wife scurried into the closet. "Motherfucker you ain't telling me what to do!" 

He kicked the Nazi in his pancreas, then punched him the face, knocking him away. A second Nazi entered, aiming a rifle at Phoenix. "AMERICAN! GET ON ZE GROUND, AND NOBODY VILL GET HURT!" 

 

Phoenix had no choice, but laid down on his stomach. The Nazi on the floor said, "Einer von ihnen rannte in diesen Schrank." The second Nazi looked toward the closet and opened it. "EIN JUDE! GET ON ZE GROUND, JUDE!"

 

'You touched my wife? Buddy I'm gonna fuck you up." 

 

The Nazi slammed her down on the floor. "Madame, you are under arrest under ze rule of mein Fuhrer. Any attempt to struggle shall be noted, and will make your punishment vorse. Any questions?"

 

The Nazi then looked at Phoenix. "And you. You will be charged a small fine in a few days once we register this grievance, as you have been married to a jew. We control your country. We control the ropes. Comply?"

 

Phoenix then said, "I'll never bow down to you. I'm gonna kill you and every one of your little racist friends." The Nazis started laughing. "Y-You can't be serious! Well, my name is Dovkin Schriener. Come kill me if you can!" 

 

'The shit I've seen. The people I've lost. You can't do anything but watch it happen. But I'm not gonna bow down to some fuck with a trapezoid for a mustache. Germany's trying to control our country? Fuck you Germany."

 

TAI GOODMAN PRESENTS

BLOODWORTH

Chapter II: Risen from the Ashes

 'Has it really been 3 days since she was kidnapped? I wonder how they're treating her. If I find her chained up in a room, I don't care how many people I'm gonna kill. Abhy, just know, I'm coming to save you.'

 

Phoenix inserted a screwdriver into the back plate of an electronic LED mask. The mask was designed to trasmit the brain's thoughts into a displayable image on the screen it showed. He inserted a 200 volt battery, and closed the backplate. Then he strapped it to his head. The mask powered on, and displayed:

 

"You better get ready, Schriener."

 

Then he pulled out a pair of handlebars on a stick. This was called "The Choppercycle." Its purpose was to be used as a mobile motorcycle, upgradable. Could fit into a backpack. "Big things come in small packages, and so will your Nazi skulls."

His duffle bag was full of weapons. Electronic weapons. There was an electronic pistol. 'I call this little buddy the Cyberpistole. Kids and their technology these days."

 

One of them was a shotgun. 'I killed plenty of cattle with this thing. Time to take this German lambs to the slaughter.' And then there was a rifle. 'I sucked at dartboards. Always hit outside the bullseye. Went to the army. Came back. Hit the bullseye.' Phoenix's neighbor, Mr. James, stood in his driveway. "Phoenix, what're you up to?"

 

"None of your damned business."

 

"Jesus, alright. Just asking."

 

Phoenix turned and faced him with the mask on. "Nice mask..." Mr. James responded, "So can you believe it? The reich's taken over the country. Pretty darned good if I can say so." 

Phoenix didn't react to it. "Now we ain't got none of them undesirables roamin' around."

 

Phoenix shook his head, ignoring him. Phoenix extended the handlebar pole, and the portable device formed into a motorcycle. "I'm coming for you, motherfucker." The mask displayed the speed limit, as he took off. "See you later then?"

Driving down the road, a Nazi zeppelin was hovering over the city of New Orleans. The screen on it had a swastika, with searchlights beaming all over the dark areas of the town. 

 

Digital billboards' ads were now Nazi endorsed. Advertisements originated from Germany. A wall was painted, "Beugen oder sterben!" with a picture of Adolf Hitler. 'Adolf Hitler. Master chief behind all of this torment. Unprejudice. Unfair. Unfree."

 

Phoenix arrived at a toll gate ran by a Nazi guard. "Guten tag! Identifikation, bitte?" 

 

"Uh.... What?"

 

"Errgh, mein gott. Identification. Your 'ID' card. Show it to me." Phoenix was about to reach into his pocket, but then he stopped. Then he said, "ID card? I don't need no fucking ID card." Phoenix's mask displayed a middle finger. He retracted his choppercycle, and hopped over the toll's gate. 

 

"HEY! GET BACK HERE, YOU DUMMKOPF!" 

 

Phoenix then pulled out his choppercycle and took off. The guard dialed the station's number. "Offizier, wir haben einen Mann, der gerade die Maut hoch gesprungen hat!" 

 

'Identification my ass. I don't take orders from schnitzel-eating scumbags.'

 

Later, at night. Nazis patrolled New Orleans. Streets, harbors, buildings, you name it. Every place was bombarded with them. On the curb of the road, a woman was under arrested. 

"African American woman, you are under arrest for resisting thine security notification. Anything you say will upgrade your punishment."

 

Phoenix put his foot on the brake and stopped. He kicked up his kickstand. Then he pulled out his pistol. "Hey, buddy!" 

 

The man turned and Phoenix shot him in the face, killing him. "Ma'am, you alright?" Phoenix questioned. She got off of her knees, and said, "You... You're a savior, boy." "Thanks. But my advice, and you should take it, leave the country. We're in Louisiana so that's gonna be easy." 

 

"Alright. I guess." 

 

'Had to help out a black woman. What does Adolf have against colored people? What did any of them even do?' 

 

Chapter III: Resistance

DOWNTOWN NEW ORLEANS 

 

'I remember this town. Was born in it. Molded by it. The Mardi Gras festivals, parties, old stores. Now it's all gone. Might not get those moments back ever again.' 

The choppercycle was parked, standing on its kickstand. Phoenix removed his mask and walked into a gun-store. His friend, Peter, was behind the counter running it. "Hey, my man! Phoenix! How are you-"

Then he noticed the splatter of blood on his shirt. "OH. UH- How may I help you?"

 

"Hey, man. I need 4 boxes of the following ammunition types: 7.62 milimeter, Shotgun Slugs, 9 milimeter." Peter retrieved the desired products and placed them on the countertop. "Anything else?" 

 

"Nope. That'll be all." 

 

"Great. $35.79 is your total." Phoenix swiped his credit card. "Ooh... You have no einheiten. You got cash or a check?" 

"What the f- Alright I don't speak all this German bullshit, speak in a language I know, Pete."

 

"Units. It's the new Nazi version of credit. You gain some as well as your regular pay from work." Phoenix threw his hands up and said, "Why the hell- UGH! Fine."

 

Phoenix handed him the cash. "Can't believe you're falling through with this shit. They took over our fucking country and you're just going through with it like you've been brainwashed by aliens." Pete falsely smiled and gave him a sticky note.

 

He read it and it said in a sloppy handwriting:

 

WE'RE BEING WATCHED.

 

"Pete, I ain't got time for your horse-shit, listen to me! Our leader isn't Adolf Hitler, it's Roosevelt! I'm not bowing down to a racist little commie bastard!" 

Pete stopped smiling and said, "Listen, Mr. Leopard-"

 

"Call me Phoenix."

 

"Yeah, Phoenix, I hate it too, but if we don't comply with the new world order, me and you are dead meat on a pike!" 

 

"Pete, listen. My wife, she was kidnapped by the Nazis. You know why?"

 

"She's Jewish, right?"

 

"Right. I'm on a mission to get her back, kill as many of those Nazi jerks as I can. You can join the fight with me and probably some other people out there. Pete, I'm asking you because you're my buddy, alright? Please- Just do the right thing!"

 

Pete reached under the counter and pulled out a two-shot deringer. "I've been wondering when I'd use this. Guess today's the day." Phoenix and Pete walked outside to the choppercycle. Pete climbed onto the back of the motorcycle and Phoenix slipped on his mask. "You're gonna want to hold on tight."

 

The two sped off. "HOOOOOOLLLLLLLLYYYYYYY SSSHHHHHITTTTT!" 

Phoenix's mask displayed the speed gauge: "86 MPH." Phoenix looked up, and saw the Nazi blimp, again. 

 

PHOENiX'S RESIDENCE

 

The two arrived in Phoenix's garage. "Here we are. Home sweet home. Until those guys showed up." Peter stepped off of the motorcycle. "You don't use a car?"

"Why use a car when you can use a portable motorcycle? Gets you everywhere faster." Phoenix minimized the motorcycle into its downgraded form. Pete walked around the garage, and the workbenches surrounding the walls. Tool racks, scrapped technology, advanced materials.

"So... Where do we start?"

 

“First mission I had: Find out where all this crap is located and who holds the crap.” Phoenix arrived at a police station on his motorcycle. He retracted it and entered the place with his mask on.

 

“Sir! You may not have zat mask on inside ze building, ja?”

Phoenix aimed his pistol at the Nazi, sitting behind the glass to the counter. “Where’s all the people you capture? WHERE DO YOU HIDE THEM?”

 

“HEY! HEY! ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! We hide them-” The Nazi mashed the alarm button. The outside speakers yelled loudly, “We have an emergency alert at station 9. We have an emergency alert at station 9.”

Phoenix turned his head to acknowledge this, while the Nazi stood up with his gun and aimed at Phoenix. Phoenix turned around and fired a bullet through the glass, killing the Nazi with a shot to the head. “VHAT IS GOING ON BACK HERE?”

 

Phoenix climbed through the glass and grabbed the corpse, holding it like a human shield. He then entered the hallway. “Give up where your people are hiding! TELL ME, NOW!” 

The Nazi started unloading an automatic SMG on Phoenix. "Wrong move." Phoenix launched the body off of him, and onto the Nazi. Then he fired a shot through the corpse, and into the Nazi's brain. Then a bloodhound in the back showed his face. "Aww.. SHIT!" 

 

The hound eargerly pounced on Phoenix, pinning him to the floor. With one arm separating him from the dog's drooling fangs, Phoenix knocked the dog off of him with the grip of the pistol. "Bad fucking dog."

 

Phoenix put it down with a bullet to the head. In the back, there was a voice. It said, "Hey! You out there! Let me out!" Phoenix heard the cry for help, and approached the back of the station, where the cells were. And in the back was a man in a white collared shirt, red suspenders, and blue jeans. "Hey, could you let me out?"

 

Phoenix's mask said, "Why should I?"

 

The man noticed the label on his mask and said, "Oh.. Uh... I can help you out. Whatever you're doing." Phoenix nodded and asked, "Well who are you? Why are you here? And hurry up, because I think backup's coming and I can't stay long."

"I got arrested for helping a friend, who was Mexican. Happened five hours ago, at the least." 

 

"Huh. Alright. If I let you out, do you want to come with me?" 

 

The man nodded. "I can't go back, the Nazi guys are all over the place." Phoenix shot the lock off of the door, and released the prisoner. "By the way, I'm Stanley." 

 

"Phoenix. Phoenix Leopard. Now let's get going." 

 

Phoenix transformed the handlebars into the choppercycle. "Whoa, holy hell..." Stanley said. "WE GOTTA GO, HOLD ON!" 

Stanley sat down on the back, as Phoenix sped down the corridor and crashed through the glass double-doors. The police had arrived, and Phoenix ran over one of them. 

 

"OFFICER DOWN! We have a suspected criminal that is escorting an undesirable, requesting backup!"

 

Phoenix drove onto the highway. "Suspect is wearing a mask, and driving a strange vehicle, looks like a motorcycle." Phoenix pressed a button on his motorcycle's dash and deployed a smoke bomb. Then he sped down an alternate route. "Alright, I think we lost them."

 Then Phoenix headed for home. The garage was still open. Phoenix arrived with Stanley, as Pete was sitting there reading a magazine. "Stanley, meet Peter. Peter meet Stanley." The two shook hands. 

 

"Nice to meet you."

 

"Same here."

 

 

Chapter IV: The Beast Within

 "Alright. So when I went to the station, I got absolutely fucking nothing. But here's the thing- I think I'm wanted, now. I killed about five guys, and a dog. So if we're actually gonna find this asshole, we need to upgrade ourselves." Pete looked at Stanley. "Well... Let's give you an upgrade, first."

 

This took about four days. Blueprint after blueprint, they used scrap metal, real metal, and technology too complicated for human eyes to visualize. The first plan was to give Phoenix a pair of ramming pads made from an old quarterback's football pads. To create it, they added a few velcro straps and metal spikes. Then there was the revival technology. It wasn't just another vest, but its purpose was to revive Phoenix in case he dies in the middle of battle. Very complicated to make, its function was to inject BJ with a serum then shock him hard enough to restart his heart.

 

And they succeeded. In just four days.

 

DOWNTOWN NEW ORLEANS

ANOTHER NAZI POST

 

Phoenix drove up to the station, and entered without his mask on to prevent suspicion from arising. When nobody in the lobby was looking, he snuck behind the counter of the reception and grabbed a Nazi by his neck. "Hey, I'm gonna give you one- STOP FUCKING STRUGGLING!" The Nazi simmered down and sat still. "Alright, listen to me. Where's all the records of your little undesirables?" 

The Nazi grinned and said, "Ich weiß nicht wovon du sprichst!" 

Phoenix sighed and pulled his head a little to the right. "FICK SIE UND IHRE ART, AMERIKANER!" 

 

Then he pulled the man's knife out and put it against his neck. "I know you fucks know English, TELL ME IN ENGLISH!" The man cleared his throat, and sputtered, "ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! The records are in ze back of ze station! They are the regional ones though."

 

"Great, I don't fucking care, regional or not." 

 

Phoenix pulled the man's skull through the knife, and split the man's head in half. Then crouching, he silently crept into the back of the station. Various file records were kept stationed in metallic file cabinets in alphabetical order. "Leopard.. Got to find Leopard." 

 

Then he found the La-Li tab. He slid the cabinet drawer opened and flipped through the folders. Eventually, he discovered his wife's file folder. Abhy Leopard. His gloved hands pulled the folder out by its tab, and read the contents within it.

 

Abhy Leopard. Age: 36. Reason for Arrest: Jewish Descent. Location of Arrest: Neu Orleans, Lousiana. "Getting fucking tired of people saying Neu, it's NEW Orleans you German assholes."  Then Phoenix took a further look in the back of the station. There was a basement door, locked. A padlock was chaining the door and wall together. Out of curiosity, he slipped a bobby pin into the keyhole and started fiddling with it. "Come on.. Stupid tumbler." Then the lock's chain released. Phoenix pushed the door open, and walked downstairs. Once his feet touched the floor, he noticed an undesirable in a torture chair. His wrists and ankles were tied around the arms and legs of the chair.

 

The man was African American, and was staring blank at the floor. Then he looked up at Phoenix. His mask said, "HEY." Then a picture of a waving hand showed up on the mask. "Hey, man, you gotta let me go! Please!" Phoenix nodded and released him from the shackles. "You're the best, man!" 

 

"Don't mention it." The man looked over Phoenix's shoulder, then took a few steps back. "Oh my God, he's here! WATCH OUT!" Phoenix turned around and was shoved backwards into the torture chair. The Nazi pulled out a Luger pistol, shot the black man in the head, and then shot Phoenix in his side.

 

'Don't let the pain stop you now, Phoenix. Let it be your shield.' The Nazi kicked Phoenix in his neck, and shot him four more times, killing him. "Zat vas easy as einz, zwei, drei!" 

He walked over to Phoenix's corpse, and poked it. "Not so powerful now, are you, American scumbag?" Once he reached for Phoenix's mask, Phoenix's vest injected him with a serum vial, and a powerful electrocuting shock encompassed his body, and zapped the Nazi.

 

"AAA-AA-AA-AAAGGG-GG-HHH!" 

 

Phoenix grabbed the Nazi by his neck, and stood up, while still electrocuting him. "Nazi scumbag." He pulled out his shotgun, forced it in the Nazi's mouth, and blew a huge crater in the Nazi's skull. The voltage stopped, and from upstairs, a Nazi said, "Vhat is going on down zere? Buckheider? Buckheider do you hear me?" Phoenix erupted from the basement, crashing through the door, and repeatedly stabbing the Nazi in the stomach. One last stab, and the knife pierced through the body, and through the wooden wall behind him.

 

Phoenix's job was done. He left on his choppercycle, leaving behind a police station of four murdered men. 'Killed you. Stole your shit. Now I'm coming for you, Abhy." 

 

 

Chapter V: Remnants

Phoenix returned home. The panic room door in the garage was open, on the floor. The secret contraption to open it was by turning a vise on a workbench, wired up to the door. Phoenix walked down into the basement, and found Pete and Stanley drunk. "What the f- Are you guys DRUNK?"

 

There was three bottles of beer scattered around. "Listen, Phoe-Phoe- MMHMM! PHOE-nix, I'm not as think as you drunk I am. I'm perfectly fine," Stanley told Phoenix with his hand on his shoulder. Phoenix started laughing. "Well, I got what I came for. A piece of paper in a cardstock piece of paper."

 

"Heh heh heh, he did all that for a piece of paper," Peter snarked. Phoenix's mask showed a flaming skull on it to show his anger. "Hey, man, your mask is too bright. Could you take it down a notch?"

 

Phoenix grabbed Peter by his neck and said, "Peter this folder tells me where my wife is. It's not just a motherfucking piece of paper."

Peter said, "OKAY- UNDERSTOOD. PLEASE- STOP! CAN'T BREATHE!" Phoenix released him, and Pete was on his knees. "Aye aye captain, what's the next step of this plan thingy?" Phoenix took off his mask and took a second to breathe. "We go for the location, and according to the file, she was taken to..."

 

He skimmed the file's data. "Baton Rouge. We go there, get her, come back. Done deal." The group nodded. 

 

'Went to the capital once, only once. These unfamiliar roads churn my stomach, make me feel weird. Whatever was here before, it's not here now. So I'll never get to see what Baton Rouge once was. But for now, my only goal is to get Abhy back." Phoenix sped on the road to Baton Rouge, while Peter and Stanley were following behind him.

 

Phoenix arrived at a toll gate, with a Nazi operating it. This time, security was tight. "Identifikation?" Phoenix shrugged and handed the man his ID card. "You may go. Heil Hitler."

The toll opened.

 

"Heil Shitler." 

 

"No no no, it's heil-" Phoenix drove off. Then Pete and Stanley arrived. "Hey, uh, I don't have my ID with me," Stanley informed Pete. "Great, we're fucked, because I just remembered I left my wallet at the house." 

 

"Identifikation, please."

 

Phoenix slowed down, looking behind him, seeing Pete and Stanley holding up the toll. 'Great. What the hell's the problem now?'

 

Stanley pulled a dollar out of his pocket and said, "One dollar if you let us go." The Nazi laughed and said, "Sir, I do not care about your money. I want your identifikation card. If you do not have it, you will have to go somewhere else." Then a bullet soared through the glass and hit the Nazi in the head.  Phoenix slowly rode over by the window, and with the butt of his pistol, he reached through the glass and mashed the toll's release mechanism. "Come on, let's go!" 

 

'Goddammit guys, you just had to do something stupid.' The two vehicles continued driving. Later on, that night, Phoenix rose his left arm to show he was making a left turn into a diner's parking lot. "I think he wants us to eat. Pull over." 

The two entered the parking lot, and remained stationary in the spots. Phoenix retracted his choppercycle and entered the diner with the two. "How much you wanna bet half the menu's a bunch of Nazi bullshit?"

 

Pete said, "Five bucks, when we go back to your place." A waitress said, "Table for...?"

 

"Three. Please."

 

"Alright. Follow me, bitte." The German waitress waked the men over to a booth in a corner. The three sat down, and were handed GERMAN menus. Most of the contents were edited, changed into German language with English subtitles. And yes, Phoenix was correct. Most of the menu was changed, physically.

 

"Well well well, you get to keep your five." 

 

"Vhat?" the waitress asked. Phoenix responded, "Oh, uh we were just settling a bet if my buddy Walter had a tattoo on his hand. He doesn't." 

"Oh. I see. Heh. Well, tell me when you're ready to order, my name is Shoshonna."

Stanley said, "Ahh... Shoshonna... You alone tonight?"

 

She smiled and said, "...Maybe.." 

 

As she was walking away, Phoenix kicked Stanley in the shin. "OW! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" 

"We don't give in to these Nazi bastards. That includes WOMEN, Stan. Now, let me tell you something. It's not just me in this fight, you guys are coming with me to find Abhy. So, take the knives in your silverware, put them in your pockets."

 

All three of them took knives, and concealed them in their clothing. "Great. Now time to cover this up... Shoshonna!" 

 

The waitress returned to the table. "We don't have our food yet but we don't have our knives. Can you please get us some?" 

"Ja. One second!"

 

She returned to the table with a trio of knives. "Thanks." The trio ate, and continued on their journey deep into Louisiana. 

 

Chapter VI: Navigation

 BATON ROUGE, LOUISIANA

 

Phoenix, Stanley, and Pete arrived at a hotel. They didn't enter through the front, however. "Alright listen up, cause if you fall, we're all screwed. You see that girder right there?" He pointed to a girder vertically leading to a scaleable side of the building. "Climb it, get to the sides." 

Phoenix lead the way, using the small hinges of the pipe to haul himself to the top. His feet were on the siding, and kept himself standing straight up. "Alright, which one of you had the plastic wrap you got from the convenience store earlier?" Pete pulled it out and waved it around. Phoenix reached out to catch it, and failed. The plastic wrap hit the ground. "Where'd you learn to freaking throw?"

 

"Shut up, I'm trying my best, man!" 

 

Pete threw it again and Phoenix failed to catch it. "JESUS CHRIST, PETE WE'RE IN THE OPEN RIGHT NOW!" Stanley swiped it away from Pete and tossed it to Phoenix. "Now THAT is a good throw." Phoenix chose a room with the lights off, and busted the window open. He climbed inside, finding a Nazi sleeping on a bed. 

 

"Heavy sleeper. Sweet dreams in hell."

 

Phoenix snatched a pillow, suffocated the man, and stabbed his knife through the pillow and into the man's skull. The other two climbed into the room. Phoenix opened the bathroom door. Silent, dark, and empty. Then Phoenix noticed there were not one but two beds. "Shit. Guys, there's two beds."

 

"Okay, so how is that bad. One of us can sleep on a separate bed." 

"No.. Not that. You can choose rooms with one or two beds. So either someone else was in this room and they're coming back or there were no other choices."

Phoenix put the several layers of plastic wrap across the window to replace it.

 

"Alright Captain, how are we gonna solve this problem?"

 

"Hmm... Well if we lock the door and the person can't get in, they're gonna go bitch at security and then they'll find us. So the best choice of action is to sleep in shifts in case they come back."

 

Pete wondered, "What'll we do then? One gunshot and the whole hall will go ballistic." 

 

"Take him out, put the body somewhere." 

 

"Great. No-nose-goes." Phoenix put his finger on his nose, and so did Pete. Stanley was left to stay on guard. "Dang." Late at night while Phoenix and Pete were sleeping, Stanley made some coffee for himself to stay awake. "Hmm..." No knocks came to the door. When his mug was completely full of coffee, he took the mug off of the machine. 

Then it was Pete's turn. He did the exact same thing, and nobody came. Phoenix's turn arose. He didn't make coffee. One minute later, he fell asleep. Then the door bursted open. A trio of Nazis entered, and shot Pete and Stanley in the head.

 

Phoenix woke up to the sound of two gunshots and composed himself. "SHIT!" One of the Nazis approached him, and placed their barrel against his mouth. "SAY GUT-NACHT, DUMMKOPF!" 

 

Phoenix sliced the man's hand off with his knife, and cracked the man's nose. Then he stole the rifle, and shot the man in the head. "C'MERE YOU NAZI BITCHES!"

 

Phoenix fired two shots at a Nazi's knees, incapacitating him, and then shot the other Nazi several times in his chest. With the butt of the gun, he held the rifle by its barrel and whacked the Nazi's head in. The alarm sounded. "ALARM! ALARM! INTRUDER IN ZE BUILDING!" 

Phoenix popped his neck in place. "Let's do this shit."

 

He picked up another rifle, and set it to automatic fire. He also stole a helmet, and put it on his head, tying the straps around his chin. "Come and get me you little pigs!" Phoenix exited into the hallways, and was seen by five different Nazis. 'Quick instinct, Leopard. Use your surroundings.' 

 

There was a room service cart besides a door. Phoenix kicked it, making it roll swiftly in the Nazi's direction. Without taking any damage, Phoenix landed on top of the cart, gunning down all five Nazis on the moving cart. The cart continued down the hallway, to the stairwell ramp. A Nazi poked his head out of his doorway, and Phoenix kicked the man's head off of the stump of his neck, making it soar through a glass window. 

 

'IT'S GOOD!'

 

Phoenix maneuvered the cart to turn left to the stairway door, and kicked it open. Nazis were gathering in the stairway, and landed right in front of Phoenix's line of sight. "BEEP BEEP!" The cart rolled down the ramp, and crashed into three, compacting them against the wall. Phoenix shot all three in the face, and turned his cart to travel down the next part of the ramp. 

"KEEP IT COMING, ADOLF! I DON'T NEED FUCKING BULLETS, ANYWAYS!"

 

Phoenix ran over a Nazi, and shot him while the cart passed over it. He kicked open the door to the first floor's hallway of rooms. "EVERYONE, ZE KILLER IS ON FLOOR EINZ. REPEAT, FLOOR EINZ!"

 

Phoenix looked up at the alarm speaker, and destroyed it with two shots. One Nazi pounced onto Phoenix while the cart was in motion. "I WILL KILL YOU, AMERICAN. THEN I WILL BRING YOUR HEAD TO MEIN FUHRER!" Phoenix looked over his shoulder and said, "I don't think that's gonna happen, you hypocrite!"

 

 The cart hit the very end of the hallway, where a convenient glass window was stationed, and sent the Nazi flying into the parking lot. He landed on a car, and his back was broken. 

"Invertebrae."

 

Phoenix spun around on the apex of the cart, and noticed Nazi enemies approaching him from the behind. "Want more? You've got it!" Phoenix laid on top of the cart, kicked him and the cart away from the window, and soared in the direction of the Nazis. Both of his rifles were out of ammunition. Phoenix then pulled out his Cyberpistole and said, "Explosive!" The ammo type shifted and changed. Phoenix fired an explosive projectile, and exploded five Nazis into gunky red paste. 

But also made a huge hole in the floor, making Phoenix and the cart fall through. Phoenix landed on his legs, and heard an audible CRACK! "AAGH! SHIT!" 

 

Phoenix put the leg back in place, and stood up on his feet. Nazis surrounded him from all angles. "AMERICAN! GET ON YOUR KNEES! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR MURDER, VANDALISM, TRESPASSING, AND BREAKING AND ENTERING! YOU HAVE TO THE COUNT OF DREI!

 

EINZ!"

"FUCK YOUR MOMMA!" Phoenix spouted.

 

"ZWEI!"

 

"FUCK YOUR SISTER!"

 

"...Err... DREI!"

 

"FUCK YOUR GRANDMA!" 

 

Phoenix was shot from all angles, and fell to the ground. Then one of the serum vials revived him. An electric shock traveled through the vicinity of Phoenix, and shocked all of the Nazis. "Let see, there's eight of you." While they were still stunned, Phoenix pulled out his knife and slit the throat of one of the Nazis.

 

"One."

 

Phoenix then violently slammed another face first onto his kneecap. 

 

"Two."

 

Phoenix forced his knife through the side of one's skull, then his chin. 

 

"Three."

 

Phoenix kicked one in their knee, forcing them to the ground, then he cracked his neck sideways.

 

"Four."

 

Phoenix then gutted one to death with five stabs.

 

"Five."

 

Phoenix headbutted one in their skull, and then slit their throat.

 

"Six."

 

Phoenix used his kneecap to hit one person in their appendix, then with his own strength, he cracked his skull into several pieces. 

 

"Seven."

 

Then one click from the eighth Nazi, holding his rifle, unstunned. "Eight," said the Nazi. POW! Phoenix was shot in the head. He couldn't be fixed from that.

Chapter VII: Emerging from the Nightmare

 Phoenix woke up, safe and sound in the chair he was in. There were knocks at the door. Phoenix walked over to the door, unlocked the lock and unlatched it. Through the peephole, it looked like the Nazi's wife. "Oh... SHIT."

"Schatz, ich bin es, mach die Tür auf!"

 

'What in the flying fuck does that mean?'

 

Phoenix only said, "...Mhmm!"

 

He waited, and she was tapping her foot. "Zeus, ist alles in Ordnung? Warum lässt du mich nicht rein?" 

 

Phoenix shook his head. 'Uhhh.... Come on Phoenix, say something in German, you had to have heard these assholes say SOMETHING!'

All he said in return was, "Sie sind... uh... Gut... GUT SCHISSE! Ya... GUT SCHISSE!" 

 

"Zeus, du schmutziger Junge, willst du es tun?" Phoenix got a frown on his face as soon as he saw the very antsy look on hers. 'What the fuck did I just say?' 

 

 "Uh... Yes- *COUGH* Ja. Ja ja ja?" 

 

"Dann öffne die Tür!"

 

"Fuck this."

 

Phoenix opened the door and pulled the woman inside of the room, and stabbed her to death. "Nazi scumbag." He dropped her corpse. When morning time arose, Phoenix, Stanley, and Peter went downstairs for breakfast. "Most important meal of the day, but don't act like we did you know what. Alright?" 

 

They walked into the breakfast room. Nazis were everywhere. Phoenix walked over to a machine that was called the Lebensmittel-Dispenser. "What the hell..." There was a touchscreen menu that showed the many choices of consumable products: Waffles, pancakes, cereal, bacon strips, schnitzel, etc. There were too many choices, so Phoenix settled on bacon.

 

"Eh." Then a Nazi commander approached Phoenix. "Sir, is there un problem?" 

"Nope. I think I-"

 

"Excuse me? I'm sorry, I don't know if you were joking or."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"Well usually people have to politely say, 'Yes Kommadant.' It's polite manners." 

 

'Don't say that shit to him, Phoenix. Don't you do it.' 

 

"Yes, Kommadant."

"See! That's better! Danke schon!"

 

'PHOENIX WHAT THE FUCK?'

 

"You know, you outfit looks very familiar. Have I seen you before?" Phoenix stood still. He knew he was infamous for the murders at the first station he went to. "No. I don't think so."

"Huh... No, I've seen you before from somewhere... I can't seem to remember where...." Phoenix slowly reached for his knife. "Oh my God... Are you that guy from the television?!"

 

He then pulled it out, still hiding it.

 

"The guy who hosts that one talk show, vhat vas it? Ehm...."

 

"No... I don't host anything like that, if I had the money I would." He started laughing. "Oh. Alright. Have a good breakfast." Phoenix nodded and took his plate over to the table where Stanley and Pete were. "What'd he say to you?"

"Almost blew my motherfucking cover, I thought he was about to actually recognize me until he thought I was a talk show host." Pete shook his head.

"COME ON, really? That's what he says?"

 

"Yeah. What talk-show host do I even look like?"

 

"I dunno, I don't watch that stuff. I enjoy the news, well, before all this shit." 

 

Phoenix nodded and the Kommandant walked over to the table. "Well well well, if isn't my friend the Talk-Show host. May I sit here with you?"

 

'Don't say yes to this guy.'

 

"Yes, Kommandant."

 

'What the fuck, Phoenix. That's a double whammy."

 

The Nazi sat down next to Peter. "So... Kommandant... What's it like being, you know, a Kommandant?"

 

The Kommandant started laughing. "Well, it was a long road. I applied to Hitler personally as his neighbor, and I was wondering if we could take the filthy jews-"

 

'Motherfucker.'

 

"...colored miscreants..."

 

'MOTHERFUCKER.'

 

"...and the homosexual piglets."

 

'MOTHERFUCKER.'

 

Phoenix's face was twitching with anger and frustation. "Hey, Mr. Kommandant, what did these people even do to get arrested? Because I mean, they must've done something really fucking stupid, right?"

 

"Mein Fuhrer's story is this: Ze Fuhrer took an art class, it was full of Germans, but unlike the Fuhrer, they were mostly Jewish as Jews enjoyed artistic design due to their religion. His religion was panthiest. His art was very gut, but ze filthy jews did not see that. They insulted his painting skills. That is why the Jewish paintings in the museums were replaced with the glorious art of mein Fuhrer. Homosexuals vere absolutely rubbish to society. One man and another man cannot reproduce, is common knowledge. Mein Fuhrer despised of the coloreds, them and their filthy way of-"

 

"I'm sorry, Kommandant, I can't listen to all of this, this is getting a little gruesome-"

 

"AH AH AH- Do NOT interrupt the Kommandant."

 

Phoenix sighed.

 

'Sad to have to listen to all these bullshit excuses for why Hitler hates a specific type of human-freaking-being. Land of the Free my ass, now that they've come and fucked everything into oblivion."

 

"...and they're all going to pay."

 

The Kommandant said, "Have a guten morgen." Phoenix then noticed the TV in the corner of the room, playing a news recording.

 

"BREAKING NEWS, FOOTAGE from the FDR speech incident has been leaked. People are saying that Hitler has done them a service by moving the presidential democracy they knew before and replacing it with an autocratic and controllable government. Here is the footage we've received:"

 

The television then showed FDR behind a speech podium. 

"My great nation, we may have lost World War II, but we have not lost our freedom. We will not stand to oppression like this. We will arise from the ashes of those who will be remembered, those who have fallen for our great nation. We will not kneel to racism, sexism, or any other discrimination of human kind. In the United States of America, we are free. Life, liberty, and property are the basic rights, and they shall never be relinquished-"

 

Then a bunch of Nazis broke into FDR's speech room and started whacking people with electric batons. Then Hitler stepped through the double doors, and approached the podium onstage. FDR backed away from Hitler, with his advanced technology surrounding his legs to help him walk, as he continued to get closer.

"Franklin. Delano. Roosevelt. Sie sind eine Schande für die Vereinigten Staaten! You have married one of your loved ones, your 'relatives.' Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt. Do you wish to tell your great country avout how you vish to continue, knowing this monstrosity?" 

 

FDR didn't reply. "So.. Keeping to yourself, ah? You Americans are good at lying and fighting, I like that. But I don't like incest-scumbags, like YOU." Hitler then pointed a Luger at FDR's head.

 

"Stand still or I will fire anyways, it will do you no gut if you try to back away from your, shall we say, imminent death, you festering RAT." Hitler starting walking circles around FDR. "YOU MARRIED YOUR COUSIN. YOU DESERVE TO DIE, MISTER ROOSEVELT!"

 

Hitler then shot FDR in the head, and killed him. "Hallo, Amerikans. I am your Fuhrer, your leader, your savior and director. UNDERSTAND?"

Everybody on the ground nodded in fear, being held under the paws of Nazis.

 

"We shall relinquish this rubbish government. Ve vill become a one man government, lead by yours truly. We will become one. EXCEPT FOR JEWS, COLORED, HOMOSEXUALS, HISPANICS, DISABLEDS. THEY WILL ALL GO TO WORK, WHILE THOSE WHO BELONG SHALL SIT BACK AND RELAX." 

Chapter VIII: Hell At Its Best

Phoenix rode by a Nazi substation. 'Well well well. Four walls and a motherfucking roof with Nazis in the middle.' Phoenix looked behind him at Stanley and Pete. Phoenix's mask had a stop sign on it. "Abhy's gotta be here, this building is as big as Mercury." Phoenix parked in the parking lot, and retracted his choppercycle. Stanley and Peter parked their car and exited. "What're we doing here?"

"I'm guessing this is where Abhy is. This building's probably keeping so many Jews and others that it's about to explode." Phoenix pulled out his shotgun and said, "We're going in loud, because if we do this quietly and fuck up, we'll have to do a whole other plan. And I don't want that."

Stanley and Peter readied themselves. Peter had his two-shot pistol, and Stanley had a knife. "Stanley, you get behind us with that thing." 

"Wha- WHY?"

 

"You've got a knife. Think about it."

 

Phoenix and the others entered the facility. And then two metal detectors went off. "Great. Now they know we're here already." A Nazi walked around the counter and said, "Sir, we do not allow metal objects in ze- WHAT ZE FUCK?" 

 

Phoenix blew the Nazi's face off, and stole his pistol. "Take this, Stanley. And take the extra ammo on his body," Phoenix told him, standing guard for a few seconds. Stanley pulled the Luger out of Phoenix's hand, and checked the clip. "10 loads."

Phoenix and the rest proceeded deeper. A Nazi with an assault rifle peeked around the corner. "EINDRINGLING! WIR HABEN EINEN INTRUDER!"

Phoenix pulled out his pistol and held it with his other hand. "Over there, behind that wall!" 

 

Stanley pointed his gun at the corner and waited for the Nazi to peek out again. After a few seconds, a knife flew out from the corner and hit Peter in the shoulder. "AAAH! I'M HIT!"

He fell on his behind and attempted to heave the knife out of the wound, while Phoenix fired an armor piercing bullet through the concrete, and into the Nazi's skull. "He got me in the shoulder!"

 

"Push through it, don't start crying now!"

 

Phoenix yanked the knife straight out of the crevice, making Pete's muscles cramp up. Helping him back on his feet, three Nazis jumped over a stairway railing and landing in front of the three. "SHIT! FIRE!"

Phoenix fired both of his weapons at once, and killed the left two, blowing chunk after chunk off of their sides. The third one took cover behind a bust's statue. "SMARTASS MOTHERFUCKER!"

Phoenix shot twice from his pistol through the concrete of the statue, and killed the Nazi. The three proceeded further, and walked into an elevator shaft. Peter snagged a machine-pistol from a Nazi. "Hell yes!" 

The elevator traveled down into the prison ward. Once the doors opened, Phoenix and the other two came face to face with a group of backup Nazis, that were waiting to use the elevator. "HOLY FUCK!"

 

Phoenix fired both guns at once, and killed the entire group. "Keep going, keep going!" 

 

Then Phoenix turned a corner and a heavy metal gate fell between his back and the other two. "WHAT THE-" He waltzed over to the gate and started shaking the bars like an angry gorilla. "WHAT THE HELL?"

 

The intercomm turned on, and said, "Attention, Amerikan. You really think you can just bust into my prison and get away vith it? Well I find that funny, and the funny ends here, verzogern!"

 

"You oughta let me out before I let out your insides, BUD!"

 

"AHA-HA! You call me your bud when I really am not, that is good comedy but it will not save you from being pummeled. Now have fun being ripped apart." 

A cage opened near Phoenix, and a pack of dogs were released. "That's a lot of bad dogs."

 

Phoenix put away his pistol and with his shotgun, he fired and blew off one of the dog's skulls into pieces. "When I was a boy, I had to put down my dog because of rabies." Phoenix fired again, and hit two- One took most of the blast, the other took a few pieces. "Dirty job. But it was better that way." 

Phoenix was then pounced on by a Bloodhound. "GET THE FUCK OFF!" 

 

Peter shot the dog in the ear, and killed it. "Thanks! You guys try and find away around, watch your ass!" 

 

Peter nodded and so did Stanley. "Watch your's too, Phoenix!" 

They disappeared around a corner. Phoenix continued down the hallway and noticed the ceiling cameras with gun barrels on them. One of their lights turned red. "SHIT!" 

Phoenix took aim, fired, and the camera EXPLODED into shards of steel. Making his way down the hallway, he was at an intersection. There was a left and a right. "Left-loosey, righty's alrighty."

 

Phoenix took the right path and walked into a man with a metal pipe. "AMERIKAN!" 

The Nazi swung and bonked Phoenix on the head with the pipe, then with a sickle, pierced him through his shoulder and hauled him over to a pit. "You think you are so tough, Amerikan? Well let's see you tough zis out!" 

 

Surrounding the pit were prisoners, and others watching from the railing above. He was thrown over the railing, and landed into the belly of the pit. "Alright, whoever kills zis man first gets to go to cell block A. If you wish to participate, meet in the gate in the pit. Danke schon." Phoenix looked around at the blood staining the tiled walls of the seemingly claustrophobic space. The only way out of it was the metal gate that places contestants in. Phoenix watched people pile in line. "GIVE ME HIM FIRST!"

 

Phoenix said, "Alright, listen up! I know you guys are undesirables, arrested because of the way you looked or acted, but not killing me now will be the greatest decision of your lives! SO let me go, I'll help you escape this horrible place!"

"I'd rather beat his ass!"

 

Phoenix shook his head. "Have it your way." The first contestant entered through the gate. Phoenix pulled out his knife, stabbed the man in the throat, and sliced his entire head off of his neck. The second "gladiator" stepped into the ring. "You are dead man, you hear?" 

 

"Played quarterback in college football. Launched the ball over the stadium. Gave an audience member a black-eye. Never gonna forget that day." Phoenix, clenching his fists, and kicked the man's head straight off of his body. The head landed right next to Phoenix's feet. The third man entered, ravenously engaged in combat.

Phoenix punched him in his face, and kicked him against the wall in the ribcage. While the man was still down, Phoenix stomped the man's crotch with great force. On his mask, there was a nutcracker, busting open a walnut.

 

Then Phoenix stabbed the man through the middle of his eyes. The fourth man entered, all big, bad, and buffed up. Muscles twitching, veins showing, blood pumping. Tattoos spread all over, chest and all. "You're gonna need plastic surgery when I'm done with you." Phoenix launched an attack at him with his blade, and pierced the man's palm of his hand. The person took no effect.

He had a grin on his face, like a snarling hound.  Phoenix struggled to remove the knife. "COME ON!"

The brute pushed Phoenix into the tiled wall behind him, causing several tiles to hit the ground in a pattern. "Agh.." Phoenix straightened himself up. His mask read, 

 

"WANNA FIGHT?"

 

Phoenix punched the man in his chest, and then knocked him up his jaw. The brute swung his giant fist at Phoenix, and popped his arm in the middle. "I thought you were a killing machine, not a punching bag."

Phoenix pushed himself off of the wall, and then was punched back into the thin crater. "UNGH...." Phoenix held out his hand. "NO! WAIT! TRUCE-"

 

The man punched Phoenix in his face, and kicked him into the wall. "Stop..." 

 

Ignoring his comment, he kicked him again. "Please..."

 

Phoenix then fell over. He was dead. "YEAH! I GET TO GO TO CELL BLOCK A!" 

Then his vest started giving off mechanical sound effects. After that, a powerful electric surge through the floor and to the man's vicinity. "AARGGHHHH! AHHHHH!" Through the electric shock, Phoenix stood up, and grabbed the man by his neck. "I TRIED TO TELL YOU," Phoenix said.

 

He threw the man against the wall, and pulled out his handlebars. Then he transformed the handlebars into his choppercycle. Pushing the wheel against the man's face, Phoenix revved up the engine. The wheel spinning like a speeding sawblade, it peeled open the man's head. "I've seen fucked up things. Nothing compares to this. But do I care? Not one bit."

 

The gate was still open. With enough time to spare, and with a clear path, Phoenix retracted his choppercycle and walked through the doorway. He walked up the spiral staircase and entered the substation's grounds. Phoenix strolled through a tunnel, surrounded by fencing. Prisoners were yanking and yanking on the wires. "All these souls, too far gone. If if weren't for the fence, I'd be destroying my objective at this point."

 

Phoenix then took a detour and entered the security office after blowing the lock off of the door. And there he was. The warden from the intercomm. "NO! VAIT VAIT VAIT! I HAVE A COUNTEROFFER!" 

Phoenix stopped approaching, holding him at gunpoint. "I have money, five hundred dollars! Take them and leave me!" 

He held out the stack of money. Phoenix examined it, and snatched it. Then he threw the warden against the technology behind him, electrocuting him. "Lotta dough. What a shocker."

 

Phoenix then analyzed a weapons locker. "Whole load of firepower for one guy held up in a room by himself." He pulled out a double barrel shotgun. The weapon wasn't electronically modified, nor was it futuristic. "You're mine." He pulled it out and started sawing the barrels off with his knife.

"Better if I had a hacksaw, but this is a prison." The barrel fell off, and it was a sawed-off shotgun. "Damn straight!" 

 

At the moment, he started reviewing the tracker for prisoners. He searched through the index for "Abhy Leopard" with haste. Then he found her file. She had a mugshot taken. "Jesus Christ." She was located in the deep sector. "What the hell is the deep sector?"

 

 

Chapter IX: The Deep Sector

 Phoenix exited the security office and walked over to a very convenient staircase. The sign said, "Kein Eintritt, es sei denn, Sie befinden sich im dritten Reich." 

 

"Fuck you and your language, Adolf. A door's a door." Phoenix walked inside and went down several flights of boring stairs. 

 

"Better to take the stairs than the elevator. You might not get to your destination fast but it gives you adrenaline. Adrenaline for the person you're gonna brutally murder. He'll be climbing stairs already, or rather falling down them. Schreiner's gonna fall on that bottom step of Hell, and bust his skull wide open in two halves. And everyone will be watching."

 

Phoenix made it to the deep sector. The thin glass pane in the metal door showed darkness. "What in the hell?" he asked. "Deep sector, more like the dark sector."

 

Phoenix stepped inside. The lights automatically turned on. They weren't lighting the whole area, however. It was still very pitch black. Phoenix looked around for a light switch. Feeling through the darkness, he eventually found a circuit breaker on the wall. It was inside of a panel. "Lights, ON!" 

 

Flipping the circuit breaker, the lights didn't turn on. But a red alarm did. The alarm was spinning in circles and blared loud heaps of echoing high pitched sounds. Over and over. Then there were spotlights. Turning on, they revealed a humongous blast door with a white swastika on it.

 

"What the heck... Where am I?" 

 

The doors started winding to the left and right, opening up a very bright void. Phoenix held his hand in front of his face, blocking the extremely illuminating light from hitting his pupils in his eyeballs. Phoenix started walking towards it, interested in what its containments were. "I'd love it if you Nazi bastards didn't have five hundred motherfucking lights on." 

 

The doors weren't silently opening. The sounds of gears and grinding were the noises filling the room. And then BOOM. The doors were completely opened. "Alrighty." Stepping inside, Phoenix discovered the truth. The deep sector didn't also contain the undesirables, the deep sector CONTAINED the undesirables. Phoenix watched colored people, jewish people, some disabled people, and hispanic people strolling by like slaves, with machinery covering their heads.

 

"Wait.. That was just a regular prison?" 

 

Walking inside, he noticed everybody was strolling in a straight line. "ABHY?! BABY, IT'S ME!"

 No response. He then continued to walk by the slaves, one by one. No step was out of place. In the background, Phoenix heard machinery working. Turning to find out, there was a man behind a computer monitor. "ALARM!"

Phoenix quickly shot him in the side, knocking him down. Then he sprinted over to the machine, and stuffed the stubby barrel into the guy's mouth. 

"Buckshot tastes good, don't it?"

 

BAM! Phoenix cocked the shotgun back. The machinery controlled the slave line. "How the hell do I use this thing?"

It was a touchscreen device. On the screen was: "Unerwünscht Finden"

 

Phoenix tapped on it, and a huge keyboard pulled up. "Uh..." He input his wife's identity: "ABHY LEOPARD"

Then an entire panel of options pulled up. 

 

VERÖFFENTLICHUNG 

HERAUSZIEHEN

MARKIEREN

RECORD ANZEIGEN

 

"Alright so I don't know squat about German except for that Gott means God, Gut means Good, Schisse probably means Fuck or whatever... So.. What if one of these says 'Kill' in German. Don't want that. One of these probably says that. Or wait... Maybe one says to release. It's gotta. You know what... I've got a good solution."

 

 

Phoenix pressed every single button and then punched the screen, and threw it out of his face.

 

"Solved the problem."

 

A light shined over Abhy. Phoenix saw her get released, and then pulled out of line. "Ugh... Where am I?" 

Her hair was messy, eyes baggy, and everything else. Phoenix jumped over the railing and sprinted over to her. "ABHY!" 

Abhy didn't react to Phoenix, as she was still dazed and confused. "Abhy, it's me, Phoenix!"

 

"...Phoenix?" 

 

Phoenix removed his mask, and showed his face. "PHOENIX!" 

 

The two hugged, and kissed. "Listen, we don't have time to chat. We're pulling out, we gotta get out of here." 

She nodded, and followed Phoenix back to the doorway.

 

"Got the pollen. Time to get back to the hive."

 

The two sprinted halfway up the staircase, and ran into a trio of Nazi soldiers. "Well well well, I could've spoiled the surprise and told you I was coming, but I'm glad you took the initiative to come check." 

Phoenix one-handedly aimed the double-barrel shotgun at the first one's skull. BLAM! 

Splattered his head. Then he leveled it at the other one's head. BLAM!

 

"Outta ammo."

 

Phoenix rushed in front of the third, taking three bullets to the chest, and grabbed the man's rifle. Then at once, the two struggled to keep the rifle barrel away from each their own faces. "SCHISSE, GIB EINFACH AUF!" 

Phoenix pulled the trigger when the barrel was near the Nazi's head, and missed. Four bullets, wasted. One on the guy's helmet, the other three through the stairs above, killing a Nazi.

 Then Abhy stole Phoenix's pistol and aimed for the Nazi's head. The Nazi noticed in the corner of his eye that Abhy was standing there, ready to fire. At that point, the cruel Nazi kicked Phoenix off of him and-

 

POW! One bullet, the Nazi was killed.

"Nice shot."

 

"Thanks."

 

The two then continued upstairs, walking over a corpse that was shot three times through the concrete floor. They both continued going up the flights of stairs, and reached the ground floor. They were on the other side of the metal gate Phoenix was trapped behind.

 

The door to the floor was locked by a cyberlock. "I got your key right here."

Phoenix blasted the lock, short circuiting it and breaking it. For a few seconds, the door creaked open. Stanley and Pete were guarding a huge pile of Nazi corpses. "PHOENIX!"

 

"I see you guys gave the guests the welcoming party!" Phoenix said with a grin on his mask.

 

"Yep. We partied and sent them to hell with gift bags." 

 

Phoenix offered Stanley and Pete a high-five, and they both gladly accepted. "Let's get the hell out!" 

Phoenix, Stan, Pete, and Abhy arrived at the front door, and noticed police vehicles encompassing the front in a circle. They weren't spotted, yet. "We still have no visual of the suspect or suspects, over!"

 

Phoenix, grunting, barked, "Okay. So we can't bust out of here. WHADDA WE DO?" 

Stanley shrugged, looking around with no options on the table. Peter was thinking with his hand on his chest, prickling the tiny hairs of his beard. Abhy was close to Phoenix, not thinking about the escape plan but about him. 

"Maybe we could fight through them?" Peter suggested randomly.

 

"ARE YOU BLIND, MAN? There's like fifty police cars out there! We step through the doors, we're like clay pigeons!" Stanley argued. Phoenix said, "Tone it down!"

 Abhy turned and murmurred, "What does that sign say?"

 

She was pointing to a directional hanging sign on two small chains. 

 

"PANZER"

 

"That means... Tank," Peter added in. Everybody looked at him. "How do you know German?"

 

"A Nazi bastard walked into my store, we had a conversation about tanks moving up and down the streets." Phoenix shook his head. "Well, great. I guess we have a way out."

 

The four waltzed into the tank garage, and then a Nazi lunged on Stanley with a knife. He was aiming to slit open his heart. "STAB THIS!"

Phoenix kicked the Nazi's head with great force, and snapped his neck. "Check him for keys, I know this thing needs keys." 

 

Peter inserted his hands into all of the Nazi's pockets. "Nope." Phoenix searched around the garage and found a rack full of keys. All of a sudden, a huge mechanical and annoying sound echoed from the garage door opening. "SHIT! GET IN THE THING!"

Abhy climbed on top of the tank, and pryed the top entrance point open for Stanley and Peter. Once the two climbed in, the garage door was 1/4 of the way open. 

 

"PHOENIX!"

 

The keys had no distinction, but numbers on them. "SCREW IT!"

He snatched all of the keys, right as the garage halfway opened. Nazis crouched underneath and started shooting up the tank, right when Phoenix fell in, closing the door over him. Stanley held the handle to prevent Nazis from entering. "Alright, I've got like 10 keys, you better hold that thing!"

 

"Got it!" Stanley agreed. A Kommandant entered. "Lass sie nicht davonkommen, mach den Tank auf, JETZT!" 

Two soldiers climbed on the sides of the tank, and reached the top. Once they reached the hatch, the tank started moving. 

 

"SCHISSE!"
"NEIN!"

 

The tank then steamrolled over the kommandant, flattening him into blood, guts, and bones. "Well well well... Let's see how many Nazis we can turn into flapjacks." Phoenix drove the tank around, while the Blimp hovered over Baton Rouge.

 

Peter was on the cannon. "You know how to fire that thing, Peter?" 

"I can learn!"

 

Peter pulled a trigger and fired the cannon, blowing up a police car. "I learned!"

 

 

Chapter X: Rolling Thunder

Nazis started to surround the tank. "ÖFFNEN SIE DEN TANK! TÖTE SIE!" 

Phoenix ran over three Nazis, one survived, however. The tank crushed the man's legs. His partner ran over to him. "HANS!"

 

"Jefoft! Es geht mir gut, töte diese Arschlöcher!" Hans said, grasping the broken remains of his legs. Jefoft placed his hand on his shoulder, nodded, and started shooting the tank, wasting ammunition. Phoenix said, "We need a way out! Too many of them to just drive home!" 

The tank drove onto a bridge as more cars arrived. The hatch on the tank started creasing open. Stanley held onto it with all of his weight. "THEY'RE ON THE ROOF!"

 

Peter spun the tank barrel around, knocking the Nazis off but one. The one standing on the hatch was struggling to maintain equilibrium on the small platform. "MEIN GOTT!" 

Stanley opened the hatch, and shot the man several times. "CLEAR!" 

The hatch shut. The corpse rolled off, and fell under the moving wheels of the tank. Jefoft ran by the side of the tank and started shooting it. "ABSCHAUM!"

 

The barrel spun over to Jefoft, and blew him up with an unnecessary projectile. All of a sudden, the ground started shaking. "WHAT IN THE FUCK'S GOING ON?" The bridge was becoming unstable. Cracks formed underneath the tank, leading halfway across the bridge, and over to Hans. The pavement Hans was sitting on had a huge crack circling it. Then the bridge collapsed. "HOLY SHIT!"

The tank fell through, and landed in a river going downhill. "HOLD-" The tank started rolling down, along with Hans. "SCHIIIISSSEEEE!" 

 

Then at the very end, the tank stopped rolling, and Hans crashed into the flipped vehicle. "ARGH! MEIN GOTT! MEIN BEINE!" He clutched his legs in pain and agony. 

 

"Am I dead? Did I really die in that crash? At least I died in a tank." Then Phoenix's vest electrocuted him and the others. 

 

"AAHHHHH!"
"A-A-AAGHH!"

"MMMMAAAAA!"
"RRRNGHHH!!" 

 

Phoenix was alive, again. His vest was out of serum. "We all alright?"

"Yeah. Thanks a lot for shocking us."

 

"No problem."

 

"That was sarcasm."

 

Phoenix shrugged, feeling the back of his head. "GodDAMN! There's ringing in my fucking ears! Gosh, make it stop!" he whined. Stanley rustled his hair, and opened the hatch. Pulling himself out, he noticed Hans against the side of the tank. "WHAT THE F- NAZI!!!!" 

Hans said, "NEIN! NEEEIN!! I SURRENDER!" 

Stanley pulled his knife out, and fell out of the tank. Phoenix poked his head out and said, "STAN! STAN! STOP, right there. I've got a better idea for this fucker."

 

"I hate Nazis. I hate racists. I hate Mike and I like Ike. But each of these have uses. No matter how bad it's messed up. And one of the things I named will make a great punching bag."

 

PHOENIX'S RESIDENCE

He pulled a huge sack into the garage, and dragged out a folding chair. As he untied the knot of the sack, he grabbed the legless torso and placed it on the chair. 

 

"HEY! RISE AND SHINE, ASSHOLE!"

 

Phoenix slapped him across the face. "AAGH! SCHTOP! I'm avake!"

 

"Alright. What's your name, boy?"

 

"Hans." 

 

"Hans WHAT. Hans Gretel?"

 

"You are ein dummkopf, you are referring to ze fairy tale. Nein. Mein name is Hansel Franfuber."

Phoenix smiled and spun the tip of his knife on his finger, delicately balancing it. "Alright, Franfucker. Answer my questions and I might not feed you to my neighbor's dog."

 

"Alvight."

 

"Where you from? You're obviously German, so where in German?"

 

"Frankfurt."

 

"Great, so you're a motherfucking hot-dog." 

 

"Ugh... Your sense of humor is waning, mein friend."

 

"I ain't your friend. I'm the man who'll kill you if you don't cooperate in a way I like. I'm the man who has access to replacing your legs. I'm the man who has access to throwing your scrawny little ass over the fence to the neighbor's hounds like I told you." 

 

Phoenix grabbed a blowtorch, pulled the trigger, and a flame sparked out. "Alright. Tell me something. You know a man named Dobkin Schroeder?"

 

"...Who?"

 

Phoenix made the flame approach the man's neck. "YOU'RE A BIT DEAF, AREN'T YOU?" 

 

"ALRIGHT! YES! I KNOW WHO HE IS! You just... uh.."

 

"WHAT. WHAT IS IT. SPIT IT OUT OR I'LL BOIL THE SPIT IN YOUR THROAT!"

 

"YOU SAID HIS NAME WRONG! Is: Dovkin Schriener."

 

"Alright, smartass."

 

Abhy walked into the garage. "How is our guest?" she naively asked. Phoenix shot her a look and said, "Abhy, this isn't our guest, he's a fucking Nazi! They're not friends, they're enemies!"

"Oh."

"Look, I'm- I'm sorry I smarted off to you like that, it's just- We can't trust these people! They're racist! Communistic! And they kidnapped you. And you're more important to me than everything in the world."

 

She nodded and smiled a little bit. "Well... It just doesn't seem right to leave him there. He has no legs! He's helpless, Phoenix!"

 

"Ja, ja! Listen to your vife!"

 

Phoenix then changed his mind. "Alright, listen to me. You've got two choices, TWO choices. Number one, you join us. You leave the reich and all that nonsense behind, and we build you a new set of legs. Me, Stan, and Pete can make good tech for those stumps you got. OR you can choose option two, and I can kill you then string you up like a pinata so me and my boys can beat your ass with my autographed baseball bat! Then we'll throw your beaten up corpse over the fence to the neighbor's dogs-"

 

"ALVIGHT! ALVIGHT! No more of the dogs! I vill leave ze reich! I am not un Nazi!"

 

"Good."

 

Phoenix leaned in and said: "You think about hurting anyone, say you're gonna, or try to hurt anybody, I'll find out. And then... I'll find YOU."

 

"Yes Herr.... Herr.."

 

"Hair what?"

 

"Vhat is your name?"

 

"Phoenix."

 

"Yas, Herr Phoenix."

 

Chapter XI: The Robbery

 "Never committed a serious crime in my life. Well, not until they came. But now... I'll do something I never would have done if it wasn't for Adolf. Robbing a bank. Mission briefing:

 

1. Bust in.

2. Bust the cap in the Nazis' asses.

3. Bust into the vault.

4. Grab all the loot.

5. Bail.

 

Easy as pie."

 

LOUISIANA BANK OF TRUST AND FUNDS

 

Phoenix put on his mask. A jackpot machine was displayed, and the slots all turned into: 777.

 

Stanley stood on a rooftop with a hunting rifle. "Come in, Black Dog."

Phoenix responded to his earbud. "I'm all ears, Soaring Eagle."

Peter put on a ski mask and said, "I can hear you."

 

Phoenix responded, "Loud and proud, Crowd Control. Initiating mission in 5... 4... 3... Screw it, GO!" 

Phoenix and Peter ran into the building. "EVERYONE, ON THE GROUND! ON THE GROUND! KISS THE FLOOR!" Peter screamed. Phoenix aimed his gun at the innocent crowd. "DO WHAT HE SAYS, OR YOU'RE ALL DEAD." Innocent citizens hit the ground, blocking the back of their heads with their hands.

Peter sprinted down the aisle of banktellers, aiming his gun. "JUMP OVER THE COUNTER, GIMME YOUR HANDS!"

 

Banktellers opened up the windows and climbed out. Peter cable tied their hands together. "We don't want you to do anything with your hands other than pray to God we won't pop you. Stay down, think of your loved ones, because if you resist, you won't see 'em ever again!"

Peter jumped over the counter and destroyed all of the "SECURITY" buttons. 

Phoenix searched for the main bankteller. "Alright! Which of you knows how to get into the vault! If you don't tell me now, I'll start shooting each of your friends until you admit it!"

 

One of the hostages rose her hands. "Get your ass up and c'mere!" 

Peter aimed his gun at the crowd, and a security guard poked his head out, aiming his pistol. "SHIT!" 

Peter fired his silenced weapon and killed the guard with a headshot. Phoenix dragged the hostage over to the vault. "OPEN IT. HURRY UP, I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR SLOWPOKES!" 

 

The woman inserted her keycard into the slot, and the vault opened up. "Great. Now get back to the lobby and sit the fuck down!" Phoenix ordered. The woman walked back into the lobby. Peter shoved her to the ground. "OOF!"

"Alright everybody, we're not gonna be here any longer. Everybody stay put!"

 

Phoenix walked into the vault full of packs and packs of dollars. They were aligned in symmetrical order on top of tables. Phoenix grabbed a stack, and noticed Adolf Hitler's face on it. "I hate to be taking this, but I gotta." He inserted the money into a bag, and continued. One bag full, and he tossed it out. Peter retrieved the bag, and noticed a hostage standing up. "I SAID GET DOWN! WHAT'S THE MATTER, DON'T SPEAK ENGLISH?"

 

Phoenix tossed out another bag. "PETE! GET READY TO PULL OUT!" 

He called Stanley. "Soaring Eagle, we've got Lucy's Present. Get to the Cow Catcher, over." 

"Roger that, Black Dog."

 

Stanley climbed down the ladder of the building. Phoenix came out of the vault with a bag. "ALRIGHT! CITIZENS OF LOUISIANA, WE HAVE ONE FINAL MESSAGE FOR YOU! And it's FUCK HITLER, FUCK THE NAZIS, and FUCK GERMANY." Peter grabbed the second bag and got to the outside. The middle of the street had a manhole cover. Stanley pulled out a crowbar, and pried the cover open. "Let's go!"

Below the cover, was a lifeboat. 

 

 

Chapter XII: Artificial

PHOENIX'S RESIDENCE

 

Abhy looked out the window. In the air, was the blimp hovering over the town. "Why is there always a blimp in the sky?" she asked Hans. "I don't know. Me and the others wondered the exact same thing." The Blimp showed an image of a swastika, and the blinking words: "JOIN US."

"Well... It seems kind of weird."

Phoenix returned with bags of cash. "We got the dough!" he announced, bringing in the three bags. Abhy ran over to him, kissed him, and walked back over to Hans on the bed. "How's your legs?" Phoenix asked. 

 

"Zhey still hurt. Do you have any painkillers?" 

 

Abhy searched the medical cabinet. "Hmm..." Then she pulled out a bottle of pills. "I have some." 

"What was the money for? For materials. For justice. And for the journey to kill Schriener. Pete told me he knew how to enhance my strength, make me 10 times stronger and more invulnerable. And so we did."

 

9 DAYS LATER

Pete pulled the vial of chemicals out of the testing beaker. "Alright, Phoenix. So... This steroid substance will increase your strength to a high level. You'll be strong enough to punch heads off of Nazis and bend the legs of metal chairs. But this does come at a price. Some of your past memories might be removed, and you might experience a little more anger than you used to. Are you willing to take this risk?"

 

Phoenix considered the options. "There was a time I would've cared. A time when I would've tried to reason with the man in charge of this crap. But does it matter anymore? No. No it doesn't." 

"I'm willing."

 

Pete put the steroid in the syringe, and flicked the end of the needle. He squirted some fluid out of the top, and then injected it into a vein on Phoenix's arm. "AAAARGGGGGGH!"

The pain was excruciatingly painful. "Almost done." 

Several memories flashed through Phoenix's mind. "I see my family having a barbecue. I see when me and a girl went down a slide. I see me graduating from college with a degree in engineering. None of it seems to apply no more."

 

Then Pete restrained Phoenix in the chair with leather belts. Phoenix's muscles were slightly glowing a tint of yellow. "Now Phoenix, break the-" 

Phoenix ripped his wrists out of the belts, and grabbed Pete by his neck. "ACK! ACK! STOP! PHOENIX!" 

Phoenix shot him a scowl, and gave him an angry look. "Oh." He dropped Pete, having him hit the ground of the garage and clutch his neck. "Pete, man, I'm sorry." 

 

"It's OK, that was- That was just a side effect. But we have plans for you. You'll test your ability out at the radio station." 

 

"Radio station?"

 

"There's a reason why. You're going to find Schriener's location. We heard on the radio that he was going to be interviewed. Maybe we could... Eh... Track him and find where he is?"

 

"Sounds like a good idea."

 

NEU ORLEANS RADIO BROADCAST

 

"I don't know what I've been told. Shoot Nazis and steal their gold." 

Phoenix walked into the radio station with his mask on. "Let's do this shit." The receptionist dived behind the counter and phoned security. "Security? Yes, hello, we have an intruder! He's wearing a mask and- He- Hello?" 

The receptionist looked back at her phone to find the cord snapped. Looking upwards, Phoenix held the phone's systematic box in his hand, and crushed it into tiny pieces. "Call dropped." 

He grabbed the woman and PUNCHED her entire head off of her neck. Phoenix continued down the station. A Nazi guarding a doorway spotted Phoenix. "HELP! EINDRINGLING!" 

 

Phoenix pulled out a meat cleaver. "Never worked in the food industry. But I can tell this thing can chop some big-ass meat." Phoenix sliced off both of the Nazi's legs in one swing, and then sliced off his head. Phoenix continued through the doorway. The studio was full of people wearing headphones. "Alright all you traitors."

Each of them were Nazis, though. Armed. Armored. Ready to fight. "It's like Christmas morning in this place." A Nazi jumped on Phoenix's back, and stabbed him in the shoulder repeatedly. "ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! DIE YOU DUMMKOPF!"

 

Phoenix fell backwards and crushed the man's body, flat on the ground. Getting back up, he fired his Cyberpistole at a fire extinguisher, blowing up a Nazi and sending one across wooden desks into recording gear. Two Nazis flipped over a table, firing over their heads at Phoenix with their automatic weapons. 

Phoenix grabbed two stools, holding them in front of his body as shields. Gunfire was absorbed in the cushion and wood of the seats. "Just keep on shooting, like it's gonna do something to me! And I guaran-goddamn-tee it won't!" 

Suddenly, another Nazi appeared out of a doorway. "Komm her, Wurm! Es wird schnell und schmerzlos sein, ich versichere Ihnen!" Phoenix thrusted his fist at the man's face, missed, and sent his fist through the wall. "ARGH!" 
Pulling his hand out, the Nazi kicked Phoenix face-first into the wall. The mask showed a face with red X's covering the eyes. 

 

"Don't lose your head boy." Phoenix finally snatched the Nazi by his sleeve, and with his hands on his shoulders, he headbutted the Nazi with such force, eviscerating the man's head into blood and bone.

"Too late." Phoenix was taking impact from behind. Turning around, he noticed the two Nazis behind the table standing. Then Phoenix kicked the stool with great force, and smashed one's skull open. The other stood down, and crouched besides the other's corpse. "Nein.. NEIN!" 

Phoenix kicked the man into the wall, then took his cleaver, and split the man vertically in half. The room was clear. Then an explosion breached the wall to Phoenix's left, sending Phoenix into the wall to his right. "Agh.. What the HELL!"

 

Higher artillery Nazis were in the building. "SCHIESSEN!" 

They fired flaming-hot projectiles at Phoenix's direction. Phoenix dodged all. But ONE. One hit him in the side, and burnt him in that wound. "AAGH!! MY FREAKING SIDE!" 

The Nazis approached him, and surrounded him. "We've got him!" 

Phoenix didn't attack any of them. Instead, he sat there and accepted his arrest. The Nazis handcuffed him. "Sir, you have the right to remain silent. Talking vill make your punishment upgrade. Now come on, let's go."

 

Phoenix's mask had a countdown on it. "Vait! Look!" 

 

...3

...2

...1

 

Phoenix broke the cuffs and slammed a Nazi's face down on his kneecap. Then he pierced his fist through a Nazi's chest, and ripped his heart out through the other side. Removing his hand, Phoenix shielded himself with the man's body. "SCHISSE! BACK! BACK!" 

The remaining two took time to aim past the corpse. But it was no use. Phoenix pulled his pistol out, stuck it through the huge gaping hole, and fired a shot into the Nazi's neck. The Nazi fell to the ground, grasping his juglar. With his remaining ammo, he continued to fire. Phoenix bent the barrel of the man's weapon, and then snapped the gun in half. 

 

"Guns won't do you any good when there's a big bloody fist coming at your face." Phoenix punched his fist through the man's skull, and pulled it back out. Phoenix then picked up a gun nearby, and emptied it on the others. Phoenix proceeded out of the studio and into the book room where the broadcast schedules were filed. Phoenix noticed the door was a high security grade door. He twisted the knob a little bit. Locked.

He then pulled out his shotgun and with the stock, he slammed it down on the knob.

 

"Mrrgh!"

 

And again.

 

"MRRGH!"

 

And yet again.

 

"MRRAGH!"

 

And then again.

 

"ARRRGH!"

 

The knob busted, and fell off. The door opened on its own. Instead was a man under his desk. "Alright, come on out, cause I can see you under there!"

The man kept cowering underneath. Then a Nazi popped out and smashed Phoenix in his mask. "FUCK- AGH!" Phoenix groaned, backing up. The Nazi, with a bunch of files, ran out of the room. "I knew you came for zhis! And you vill not get it!"

Phoenix chased him out of the radio broadcast station and watched him get on a motorcycle. "Alright, two can play that game!" 

 

Phoenix pulled out the handlebars and transformed it into the choppercycle. 

 

 

Chapter XIII: The Ride

 Phoenix followed the Nazi and pulled out his pistol. "Alright you Nazi asshole, let's see how hard you fall." The pistol's ammunition screen read: "EMPTY."

"SHIT!" 

 

The two sped through two red lights in a row, and then drove onto a highway. Phoenix sheathed his pistol and pulled out his rifle. Placing it on the right handlebar, he got into the same lane as the Nazi. Up ahead, the Nazi held up a stick-looking object. "Great. What in the fuck is he doing now?"

 

He released it out of his hand, and as it flew backwards into Phoenix, his vision classified it as a grenade. "HOLY FUCK!" 

Phoenix dodged around it before it exploded. The explosion resulted in a car pileup. The Nazi checked his side-mirror. "MEIN GOTT! COME ON!" 

As his last resort, he pulled his Luger out, firing in random directions behind him. Two bullets hit the front shield on Phoenix's vehicle. He looked at his rifle, and shook his head, angered. "You done fucked up now." Phoenix pressed the button labeled, "AUTOPILOT." The bike tracked the route of the road, and Phoenix pulled the handlebar's ends down. The front of the bike morphed into a machinegun turret. 

"Dodge THIS!" 

 

Phoenix fired the machine gun, slow firing, and missed each shot as the Nazi pulled around a van. "Quit hiding, pussy!" 

He waited for a few seconds. Once the van passed Phoenix, the Nazi accelerated on his motorcycle ahead. Phoenix retracted his machinegun turret and continued driving towards the enemy. "Come on..." 

 

Overhead, Phoenix looked up. The blimp was hovering over Lousiana. "That goddamn thing is everywhere." The Nazi took a second to reload his gun. Then he shot a tire of an automobile, causing it to swerve. "Oh dear." Phoenix nearly drove around it without hitting anything. Getting back into the mood and stability, Phoenix had veins surrounding his scowl on his face. 

"COME ON!"

 

Phoenix drove over besides him, right near the side of the bridge. Maintaining their speed, the Nazi attempted to stab Phoenix in the shoulder while still on the motorcycle. Phoenix leaned over to avoid it. "MRRRGH!"

Phoenix bumped the side of his choppercycle into the Nazi's vehicle, and the motorcycle slightly scraped across the cement siding of the bridge. They then entered the Bayou area, where below were swamps, trees, gators, and tour-boats. Phoenix then knocked the Nazi's helmet off of his head. The Nazi looked over the side, and realized where he was. Then once he turned his head, BAM! Phoenix kicked him over the side. 

 

"Wait... Oh GODDAMMIT! FUCK! I FORGOT HE HAD THE FOLDERS!"

 

Phoenix took a deep breath, and drove straight off of the side. Soaring over the marshy waters, he landed onto a tour-boat. And right in front of everybody else and the tour-guide was the Nazi. Injured. Laying against the boat controls. Phoenix, with his motorcycle in the middle of the seats, retracted his choppercycle and slowly strolled to the front of the boat. "I von't give it to you! I vill NOT!"

Phoenix snatched the schedules, and stuffed them in his pocket. Looking up, he noticed links of sausages across the cover of the boat. "Tour Guide-orino! Those sausages real?"

 

He nodded. Phoenix tore them down, and tied them around the Nazi's neck. The Nazi held his hands in front of his face, frightened by the appearance of Phoenix's menacing figure. "BITTE! BITTE! NEIN! NEEINN! DON'T HURT ME!"

Phoenix said, "Relax."

 

Kicking him over the boat, the Nazi was afloat in the water. Phoenix stole control and steered the boat away. The Nazi remained in the water. "Vell... This isn't zo bad..." Then a trail of bubbles followed over to the Nazi, and an alligator popped out of the water, chomping the man down. 

 

"Gators gotta eat too. Can't just neglect animals." 

Chapter XIV: Under Our Noses

 PHOENIX'S RESIDENCE

 

Phoenix walked into the garage to see Peter working on decoding the location. "How's it going?" 

"Well the radio talk-show host usually goes around to the location of the person they talk to so maybe we could wait un- Nevermind, just remembered we have the schedule. But I'm decoding the symbol on here that locates the area that he's in." The electronic he was using detected the distance from the machine to the location.

 

And it was surprisingly close. "It's around here in New Orleans. We're... Wow. We're right by it." Phoenix looked opened the garage and looked around. "How close is it?"

 

"Well... It's right near this-"

 

"Cut to the chase. Where would it be?"

 

Peter read the distance again. "Wait! The distance is moving, it's getting closer!"

 

"How can a place be getting closer to us?"

 

"Maybe it's in a bus or a van."

 

Phoenix looked at both sides of the street. No cars were on the road. "No, that can't be it." Then he looked up.

 

 

And realized the location of Dovkin Schriener was under his nose the whole time.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?"

"What?"

 

He pointed up in the air. "HE'S BEEN IN THAT FUCKING BLIMP THE ENTIRE TIME. WE'VE LITERALLY BEEN RIGHT UNDER IT FOR SO LONG! You know what?"

Phoenix stormed into the house to search for Hans. "Where's that little shitbird at?" he screamed. Abhy poked her head out of the room and said, "Phoenix, what's wrong?" 

 

"OUTTA THE WAY!"

 

"What- WHY?"

 

"JUST MOVE!"

 

Phoenix moved into the room where Hans was on his bed. "Alright, why didn't you tell me Schriener was in the blimp?" he forcibly questioned. Hans appeared to be sleeping. Phoenix slid his fingers in between the prosthetic legs and the wound, and pinched it.

"AAAHH!"

 

"THAT GET YOUR ATTENTION MUDDAFUCKA? GOOD, CAUSE LISTEN UP! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SCHRIENER WAS IN THE BLIMP?"

 

"I didn't know! I don't know all of zhat classified information! Only mein superiors have access!" Hans squealed. Abhy walked over to Phoenix and put her hand on his shoulder. "Phoenix, baby, simmer down. He's not in the condition to be stressed like this." 

Walking out of the room, he went to take a nap.

Chapter XV: Autophobia

 Phoenix awakened in a cave. "What the fuck... Where in the fuck am I?" 

He heard faint whispers from inside the cave. The area he was in had no entrance or exit. It was a circular pit. Phoenix suddenly starting patting himself down, and pulled a cigarette lighter out of his pocket. Flicking it with his fingernail, it sparked a miniscule flame, illuminating a small area. "Where..."

 

Above him were hanging bodies. "HOLY- FREAKING JEEZ!" 

Then some of the bodies fell. One of them was Abhy's. Phoenix sprinted over to it, and turned it over. "ABHY! ABHY! BABE, YOU ALRIGHT! PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE OKAY!"

 

"Oh, she ain't." 

 

Phoenix flinched, and turned around, falling over Abhy's corpse. Phoenix himself was standing there, all calm, with his mask on. The real Phoenix shook his head. "You're not fucking real!"

 

"Oh I'm as real as you are, boy! Now pay attention, because I'm gonna show you something you can NOT. Fucking. Unsee." The doppleganger removed his mask, revealed the grisly, fleshy, and skull-faced grin underneath. Phoenix pulled a pistol out of nowhere and started firing an unlimited amount of bullets. The doppleganger fell over, then stood back up without using his hands. "Thinking about killing someone doesn't kill them, boy. Why would you test it out on yourself?" 

 

"WHO ARE YOU? WHADDYA WANT FROM ME?"

 

"Phoenix, I'm you."

 

Phoenix charged forwards and punched the man's head off of his neck. Then a Nazi's severed head took the place of it on the neck. "EIN JUDE! EIN JUDE!" 

Abhy was standing up right behind Phoenix. "Why didn't you save me sooner, Phoenix?" 

Phoenix closed his eyes, holding his skull. "Quit talking to me, I know you're not real! I can see through that shit and I won't TAKE IT!" 

 

Then Pete stood up, as one of the corpses that fell off of the ceiling. "You think I'm a wimp just because I got a stab wound? What kind of a friend are you, Phoenix?" 

 

Stanley appeared out of the darkness. "Don't you think EVERY... SINGLE... THING you've done is kind of out of anger? You went to the deep sector to free your wife, but you didn't release everyone else. And you destroyed the computer in the process."

 

"PISS OFF! I'M WARNING YOU!"

 

Hans rose out of the ground, prosthetic legs and all. "I did everything you said. And you still treat me like ein SWINE! Mein Fuhrer vas right! You are ze scum of ze Earth!" 

 

A stalactite fell from the ceiling, and impaled Phoenix through his chest. "AAAARGHHH!" 

He attempted repeatedly to pull it out. "C'MON!" 

Spitting out blood, he watched the other Phoenix walk over to him. "You think this is the best your mind can do?"

 

The others peeled their faces off.

 

"Then you better get ready to get fucked up."

 

Phoenix went through several violent and gory flashing images. Yellow shaded flashbacks highlighting the violent and ruthless tone Phoenix has been using throughout his journey to murder Nazis, get his wife back, and kill the kidnapper of his wife. Then the pit opened up, and Phoenix fell through. Skydiving while impaled, he looked up to see he was falling out of the blimp. And then Phoenix landed splat in the middle of his neighborhood street. Pete, Abhy, Hans, and Stanley all surrounded him, laughing. Then Schriener lit himself a cigar, poured gasoline on Phoenix's corpse, and ignited it into flames.

 

"In der Hölle brennen, Amerikaner."

Chapter XVI: The Long Haul

 "The real monster isn't the monster itself. It's what's inside of it. Killing it doesn't kill it, but it makes it change forms into a new creature, worse than the last."

 

Pete was tinkering in the garage, working on the special combat boots for Phoenix. He inserted a metal slide in the leather print of the boot and stitched it up. "Yes..." Phoenix walked in between the doorway and knocked on the door. Spinning around on the stool, he saw Phoenix. "Phoenix, my man! What can I do for you?"

 

"Nothing, what've you been up to?" 

 

Phoenix oversaw his engineering. "Well ever since college, the engineering products were kind of easy. And making this is pretty hard." 

He nodded. "Well I can help you out if you want..."

 

"Nah, man. You're the one that's advancing us, you deserve a break."

 

"There's no breaks in war. You can't just- Like, stop a war just because someone got a splinter," Phoenix made an example. Peter laughed and stopped from his work. "You know I know that, right. I supplied ammunition."

 

"Ya filled magazines and loaded shotguns. How many people did you kill?"

 

"Fifteen." 

 

"My count was 54."

 

"GodDAMN! Now that's an example right there." 

 

Abhy drilled in the final bolt in Hans' prosthetic leg. "Alright, I think this is the last thing to make your leg." Hans lifted his new leg up in the air. "How do you feel, Hans?"

"Like I was before."

 

"But... how exactly did your legs get crushed?"

 

"Un panzer ran my legs over." Abhy then lowered her head in front of him. "A panzer?"

She then remembered the sign at the prison, labeled, "PANZER." Panzer meant "tank" in German. "You were run over by a tank you mean?"

 

Stanley entered the building and walked over to Phoenix. "Phoenix, listen man, remember when you found me?"

 

"Of course I do."

 

"Yeah, well I was part of a resistance group. They were getting raided when I went to go buy beer, can we try to help them out?" Stanley pleaded Phoenix. He sighed, looking down, and asked, "They could mean an asset to us... Alright. I'll take you with me, Pete you stay here and manage those two."

 

Stanley and Phoenix exited the garage and hopped on the choppercycle. "You guide me to where they are, alright? And you better hold on." 

Stanley sat down on the back and said, "Gotcha."

 

Phoenix instantly sped off, with Stanley holding on for dear life. "I DIDN'T SAY I WAS READY YET!" 

Chapter XVII: Darkness

RESISTANCE HEADQUARTERS

 

Stanley and Phoenix arrived right in front of a band of Nazis.

 

"WHOA-HAHAHAH!"

"TURN IT AROUND! TURN IT AROUND NOW!" Stanley screamed. The Nazis started shooting at the two. "HANG ON!" 

Phoenix drove behind a house and retracted his choppercycle. "You better be careful, these Nazis are wearing more deeper armor. Got it?" Phoenix informed him. Stanley pulled the magazine out of his pistol and loaded it back in. "Let's crack some skulls." Phoenix nodded. The two ran around opposite sides of the house. Phoenix ran into two Nazis walking behind a boat in a garage. "HALLO! Erschieß diesen Mann!" 

 

Phoenix picked up a nearby garbage can, and punted it towards the Nazi in the front, crushing his skull against the wood wall. The other one began shooting at Phoenix, and hit him three times. "GODDAMN!" he said, taking cover behind a dumpster. Stanley moved around and trespassed past the road blockers. Phoenix, stabbing a Nazi in his back, appeared in front of him. "STANLEY! TAKE COVER!"

 

Phoenix took a shot to the back, and turned around. "GAH! My freaking back!" 

Stanley peeked out from behind a vehicle and fired, shooting two bullets into a Nazi's face. The three near him however figured out where the line of fire was coming from. "Hinter dem auto Da drüben nach links!" 

Stanley watched a German grenade fall and hit the ground by his foot. "HOLY SHIT!" 

Picking it up, he flung it back. And then the grenade came right back. "WHO THE FUCK IS THROWING IT?"

Stanley threw it back again, and then the three Nazis approaching exploded into red paste. Stanley exposed himself out of cover and continued moving, stepping over the blood and guts of the exploded Nazis. Phoenix bumped into a Nazi with loads of force, knocking him through a window and into a fridge. 

Turning around, there was yet another Nazi, trying to shove Phoenix. "WRONG MOVE!"

 

Phoenix grabbed the barrel and stock of the rifle, then kicked the man in the chest, ripping both of his hands off. "Rip and steal."  Firing it in all directions, he hit a Nazi in his throat, traveling through, and hit another Nazi in their throat, making him shoot his gun as he hit the ground. Then out from behind someone's backyard was a fully armored Nazi in a juggernaut suit.

 

"Oh... SHIT."

"Things are about to get bad!"

 

The juggernaut inserted the clip into his machinegun. "AMERICAN!" 

 

"What's the matter, big boy. Come here to test the man's mettle?" 

 

The juggernaut started firing. "STAN! GET DOWN!"

Stanley crouched down right in front of a car. Gunfire traveled through and broke the windshield. 

 

The juggernaut was fully armored. From its bulletproof suit to its multi-layered facial armor, with a steel face plate, a glass visor, side facial pads, and an overhead helmet. “PHOENIX! SHOOT IT IN THE FACE!”

Phoenix aimed out from behind cover and only managed to fire one shot at the face plate. This did absolutely nothing. “IT VILL TAKE MORE THAN A BULLET TO DAMAGE ZHIS ARMOR, YOU DUMMKOPF!”

The juggernaut started firing his machine gun at the wall Phoenix was behind. Pieces of rubble kept falling off of the wall. In his sights, he could see Stanley, the many corpses of the resistance, the three people Stanley eviscerated, and a car with its door open. Phoenix’s mask displayed a lit lightbulb. “STANLEY! COVER ME!”

Stanley gave him a thumbs up, firing over the hood of the car. The juggernaut, moving forwards, turned in his direction and fired his machinegun. Phoenix sprinted over in time, and with his pure strength, he ripped the car door off of its hinges.

 

“I don’t think you pay attention to your own words, you Nazi. Think your bullets can get through my armor?”

Phoenix, with his shield, used the side mirror as his rifle-rest. He fired a few more shots, hitting the juggernaut in his face plate. The juggernaut focused fire on Phoenix. The car door took the impact, however. Bullet casings flying, holes punching in the steel door, and Stanley firing his gun, there was enough sound in the area. Stanley’s gunshots hit the faceplate, and the faceplate fell off.

 

“MEIN FACE! EERRRGH!”

 

The juggernaut then ran out of ammunition. “SCHISSE!”

He removed the clip.

Phoenix dropped the car door.

The juggernaut pulled out an extra clip.

Phoenix sprinted towards him.

The juggernaut reloaded.

Phoenix put his barrel up to the machinegun’s barrel, fired a shot through the weapon, and then destroyed the juggernaut’s visor with a punch.

“OPEN WIDE, YOU NAZI ASSHOLE.” 

 

Phoenix instantly pulled his sawed off shotgun out, forcing the two steel barrels into the man's mouth, and BLAM! Blood, teeth, and bone everywhere. Stanley came out from hiding and ran over to Phoenix. "You alright man?"

"Yeah."

 

Through the mouth of the juggernaut, blood was overflowing and turning into a pool, spilling out of the visor's hole. "You sure did take him out."

"Ballistic armor is for pussies."

 

The two continued into the HQ building. The place was ransacked, pictures destroyed, furniture tipped over, ceiling broken in. "This is where we all took refuge. We took in the undesirables, then we hid them. Nobody deserves a fate like all those in the prison." Phoenix corrected Stanley, "The undesirables weren't in the prison. They were somewhere below it."

"Well somewhere better than below it."

 

"Yeah."

 

The two walked into the basement and found nobody still remaining. People were shot dead. Stanley walked over to one holding a spilled glass of wine. "William. Always loved his Port Wine while nobody else did," Stanley informed Phoenix. "PORT wine? Jesus, who the fuck drinks that shit?"

 

"I know, it's a vile drink. But doesn't this all seem like something else?"

 

"What does that mean?"

 

Stanley pointed to the wine glass. "If he was drinking during a firefight, he would've already been dead. He wasn't in the fight, he was murdered. They BROKE IN HERE, and they SHOT EVERYBODY LIKE A BUNCH OF... PUSSY-PUNKASS COWARDS. ALL BECAUSE THEY HATE SOMEONE ELSE!" 

He broke down on the carpet in the middle of the room. Phoenix walked around and spotted an interesting photo in a frame. Picking it up, he reviewed the memory behind it. It was a couple with a child in the photo. Phoenix then looked in the corner of the basement, and there they were. Two adults, one child. All dead. "JESUS Christ..."

 

"I know, right?"

 

Phoenix took a seat on the couch by the boiler. "Take all the time you need." An hourglass popped up on his digital mask. Stanley stood up, and waltzed around the room some more. He then switched the television on, and it displayed a rocket at the Louisiana Space Station. "In just ten days, the spacecraft Raumfahre 9-1 will be the first Nazi spacecraft on the moon," the television said.

Phoenix threw his hands up in the air. "AW COME ON, WHAT THE FUCK? IT'S NAZIS THAT ARE GONNA BE ON THE MOON FIRST? HELL TO THE NO!"

 

Stanley nodded in agreement. "We can't let that happen, not on my fucking watch." 

 

The television then spoke, "We will be broadcasting the recording of the launch from a bird's eye view off of the Flugzeug Zeppelin. If you want to watch history be created, tune in in ten days!"

 Phoenix's mask had a lightbulb pop up on it. "I think I got an idea."

Chapter XVIII: Blank Space

 "You're gonna put a Nazi on the moon? Fuck you moon. That was reserved for another person's feet to leave a mark. That was OUR reserved spot, and the fact that you took it from us makes me want to nuke this country and Germany for the rest of the world's sake." 

 

Phoenix called a meeting in his living room. Abhy, Stanley, Peter, and Hans all entered the den. "Everybody take a seat. We've got a plan that JUST might work." 

Abhy sat right next to Phoenix on his leather chair, curled back. "Raumfahre 9-1, raise your hand if you heard of this." Everybody rose their hand. "Peter, tell me what it is."

"It's a Nazi spaceship, isn't it."

 

"Fucking A' right it is. And we gotta stop that thing from launching. But we also have another idea..." Phoenix mentioned, pointing at Stanley. Stanley cleared his throat and spoke, "The zeppelin, in the sky. That's where Schriener is. The TV said we can watch it from the perspective of the blimp's, so the blimp should be right next to the site. WHAT IF we had Phoenix on the rocket, and gave him something to get across and onto the blimp."

 

"We could make a grappling hook."

 

Stanley snapped his finger. "Good idea." Phoenix smiled. "I always wanted to go to the moon. But it ain't gonna happen, still. Gotta focus on what matters the most, killing a man on a trillion-ton aircraft." 

Peter nodded and instantly said, "Time to get to work!"

 

Phoenix spent his time, training in the garage. He punched a punching bag, and left several impact marks in the leather of the bag. He even headbutt the bag, kicked it, used his chest, and etc. 

Peter was creating another device: A long range grappling hook that could reach up to 1000 meters. With one flick of a wrist, it will shoot an impact grappling hook that will pull its user with a load of force in the direction of the the mark. 

Stanley was also devising the plan, drawing out a map on a piece of paper. 

 

Chapter XIX: To the Moon

 "Well well well... Today's the day. Plan looks simple as hell. Kill every Nazi on sight, get me into the launch pad, have me use my boots to get to the top, and grapple to the blimp."

 

LOUISIANA SPACE STATION

Phoenix, Stanley, and Peter all walked into the building with firearms. "We're all armed to the teeth. Wish we could take less lives today, but we just can't do that when the Nazis have a higher kill count than use Americans. It's time to do what's right, no pussying out now. Because what's done is done. And what am I supposed to be? The good guy? No. That's not right. I'm not the bad guy either. Nobody on Earth is the good guy."

 

In the lobby, Phoenix aimed his weapon around at the crowd trying to snap pictures of the launchcraft through the skylight. "ALRIGHT GET DOWN ON THE GROUND! EVERYBODY, WE AREN'T HERE TO HURT YOU!" Peter screamed aiming his submachine gun around. Phoenix's mask gave Peter a thumbs-up. "Stan, you come with me! We're gonna clear the rest of the building, you keep the front door clean Pete!"

"You got it, captain!"

 

Abhy and Hans were at home, watching the broadcast. "Come on baby, please don't get hurt..." 

 

Phoenix and Stanley moved down a sharp hallway, and walked by an interesting door labeled, "ROCKET SCIENCE DIVISION A." Phoenix pointed two fingers at the room, and kicked the door in. Over the counter, a scientist threw a trashcan at him. "GET THE FUCK DOWN! THROW SOMETHING ELSE, AND I'LL POP THE CAP IN YOUR ASS!"

 

Phoenix grabbed the scientist by his collar. "Listen to me, fuckface. Where's the door to get to the launch pad?" 

 

"I- I know where it is!"

 

"GET GOING!"

 

Stanley poked him and the scientist stood up, leading Phoenix and Stanley to the launch pad. And in the center of the station was the Raumfahre 9-1. "OPEN THE DOOR!"

The scientist inserted his keycard into the slot, and the door opened. "Welp. No turning back now. If I done fucked up, I'm done for." Phoenix walked through the door, and put his boot against the rocket's outside surface. "C'MON!"

Phoenix yanked the cord to his boot, and puncturing sharp spikes punctured the metal. Phoenix did the same with his other boot, and continued up the rocket. 

"YOU MAKE THIS COUNT, PHOENIX!" Stanley said.

 

"I WILL!" 

 

Stanley walked back into the building. "Alright MUDDAFUCKA! GET ON YOUR KNEES!" he said, pointing his gun at the scientist. Phoenix continued walking up the rocket. The blimp was circling the space station. 

 

Abhy heard the broadcast say, "Breaking news from the site, a terrorist is climbing the rocket as we speak! Why you ask? We don't know!" 

Stanley ran upstairs to the launching station, and ran through a corridor full of Nazis. "Oh... SHIT!"

The Nazis readied their rifles, and starting firing. Stanley was hit twice in his side. Grasping his side, he waltzed into the launch control room, locking the door behind him. The room was empty. He walked over to the launch panel. "How in the hell do I use all this shit?"

 

There was a ignition next to a circuit breaker. "Alright." He looked through the window in front of him and saw Phoenix at the top. Stanley pulled out a convenient hair pin, picked the lock, and the circuit breaker unlocked. 

 

"BLAST OFF MOTHERFUCKER!"

 

Nazis arrived in the launch pad's yard and aimed their weapons at Phoenix, facing upwards. "Oh shit... Well... I guess this is where I-"

 

The rocket's thruster's blasted fire throughout the launch pad, charring the Nazis into a black charcoal-like substance. The rocket launcher thrusted upwards, carrying Phoenix. "HOOOOOOLY SHIT!" 

Phoenix then looked towards the blimp, throwing his grappling hook. The hook hit a window of the zeppelin and the light on the device turned red. Then the hook started reeling in. Phoenix couldn't remove his feet. 

 

Abhy watched the rocket take off. "Attention everybody! Raumfahre 9-1 has taken off!" 

 

"AWW SHIT! COME ON, PETE! HOW THE FUCK DO YOU REMOVE THESE THINGS?" Phoenix wailed, tugging on his boots. The boots were now connected to the spacecraft. Then all of a sudden, the rocket started curving toward the zeppelin. "OH GOD NO! PLEASE NO!"

 

Phoenix was pulling himself, AND the rocket toward the zeppelin. The rocket straightened, and then split in half. The lower remote-controllable part of the rocket purposed to return to Earth was heading toward the zeppelin. "Am I really that strong? Goddamn, Abhy should see my biceps."

 

Then the piece of the shuttle landed in the zeppelin, causing Phoenix to fly off, crash into a Nazi, and both crashed into a wall. Phoenix's mask was pushed up a little with his mouth sticking out. Him and the Nazi's faces were mushed together, with Phoenix biting the Nazi's nose. Moving his head back small distance, Phoenix bit his nose off, and spat it out on the ground. "Damn!"

 Peter entered the corridor and saw Nazis crowding around a door, trying to pry it open. Peter aimed his rifle at all of the Nazis. 

 

"My time to shine."

Peter, holding down the trigger, gunned every single Nazi down. One jumped out and tried to grab Peter. "UH-UH!" 

He then shoved him to the ground, and beat him to death with the stock of his gun.

 

"PIECE OF- SHIT! I'LL KILL YOU- AND EVERY ONE OF YOUR- FUCKING FRIENDS!"

Chapter XX: Showdown

 Phoenix entered a big hall in the zeppelin. It was full of meeting room material, furniture, and other things. Nazi propaganda was spread around the room. "This place is bare like some Plain Jane made it. Abysmol. Makes me sick."

 

Phoenix then noticed a small light hovering over a Nazi at a computer. He was sitting there with his back turned to Phoenix in a leather chair, on a computing device. Readying his grappling hook, he fired it into Schriener's chair, hauling him towards the chair at an alarming speed. "SCHRIENER!!!!" he screamed, soaring toward the figure. And on impact, Phoenix hit the chair, slamming the Nazi's skull into his desk with a large smack, and sent Phoenix through a computer screen and onto the floor. Phoenix removed a piece of glass from his left arm, throwing it behind him. As he approached Schriener's corpse, pulling his head up by his hair, he realized his mission wasn't completed that easily. 

 

It wasn't Schriener, in simpler terms. Holding the hair, still, Phoenix said, "What the hell?" 

A platform on the floor opened up, and rising through it was a man in a full suit of steel armor. "American. Did you really think that would've worked? After all this trouble, you've caused, and for what?"

 

Phoenix pointed to him. "You. I came here to kill YOU." 

 

"Vell zhat might not happen you dummkopf, as your time is running out as we speak. Who are you anyways? Vhy are you specifically coming to kill me, and not anybody else?"

 

"Remember ABHY LEOPARD? The woman you threw on the floor of my house and took away?" Phoenix screamed at him. Schriener prickled his chin with his fingers and said, "Ja... I remember. You are Mr. Phoenix, I presume?"

 

"What does it matter anymore. I'm not the good guy anyways."

 

Schriener snickered and said, "Wunderbar, wunderbar! You know you're the bad guy then. Well then, Mister Badass as you Americans say it, let me go ahead and break ze news: YOUR WAR. IS. LOST. Why are you even trying anymore? So many of you idiots died! In the fields! On the plains! The towns! They're littered with your boys' corpses, AND FOR VHAT? For freedom? Nein, you do not deserve zhat much freedom. Instead you all should be tortured to be shown vhat you've all created in this continent." 

 

"When I come over there, I will beat you to death with my bare fucking hands. And when I'm done with you, I will MAIM YOUR FRIENDS. And you're wrong about something.."

 

"Oh yeah? VHAT?" 

 

"I'm not the bad. I'M THE MOTHERFUCKIN' UGLY."

 

Phoenix sprinted over to Schriener, as Schriener did the exact same thing. Once they collided, Schriener threw Phoenix into the desk in the middle of the room. "AGH! HELL!" 

Phoenix pulled out his pistol and popped Schriener a few times, doing nothing. "Zhis is STEEL. You can't pierce it with your puny bullets." Schriener picked up a chair, and hurled it at Phoenix's head. Ducking underneath, Phoenix dodged the chair by a hair. "HOLY SHIT. This guy's quick on his toes."

 

Phoenix and Schriener went face to face, grabbing each others' hands and trying to force one another's backwards. 

 

"ERRRGH!"
"AAAAH!"

 

Phoenix came out on top, shoving Schriener's fists backwards, and kicking him in the chestplate. Schriener fell backwards. Phoenix sat down on his chest, punching the helmet of Schriener with his bare fists. 

 

"HOW IT FEEL HUH? YEAH!!!"

 

Schriener pulled a string on his suit, launching Phoenix off with an ejecting chestplate.

 

"Nazi FUCK."

 

"Patriot SCUM." 

The two entered the middle of the room again. Phoenix punched Schriener in his chestplate, leaving a dent. But also, it left a weak spot open. "TAKE THAT SHIT OFF!" Phoenix screamed. Inserting his fingers in between the armor and something else, he peeled the plate off and threw it away.

 

"NEIN! MEIN ARMOR!" 

 

 Schriener's gauntlets opened up, with miniature machine guns popping out, ready to fire. "AMERICAN!" 

He fired both at once, missing each shot, as Phoenix tipped over the desk. Then after a few seconds, bullets started piercing through the desktop's surface. Schriener climbed over the desk to find Phoenix disappeared. Then Phoenix slammed Schriener's head on the desk three times, and knocked him backwards. "AMERICAN!"

Phoenix reapproached him, and yanked off one of the man's gauntlets. "What're you gonna do now when I got your gun, SPORT?" 

Schriener charged toward Phoenix again, and knocked Phoenix in his mask using the metal of his elbow. Blood started dripping from Phoenix's chin. Schriener then dropkicked Phoenix into the hard floor.

 

Phoenix rolled over with his two arms in front of his face, while Schriener was beating him with his fists. "BACK OFF!"

"NEIN!"

Phoenix kicked Schriener backwards. Schriener grinned. "Alright. I see where zhis is going." Schriener pulled out a detonator in his hand. "You know vhat this is, American? This will set off emergency explosives on zhis vessel. It is an emergency protocol. Vill I die, of course. Vill you? You will too. So there is NO ESCAPE."

Phoenix popped his neck in place. "Do it. I don't give a crap."

 

Schriener grinned, and pressed the button. The system of the blimp echoed, "Warning. Self destruct sequence activated. Warnung. Selbstzerstörungssequenz aktiviert." The timer showed up for 5 minutes. 

 

"Oh no. What the fuck did I just do?"

 

Phoenix charged into Schriener, sending him halfway across the room over to the overview window. "YOU KNOW WHAT YOU JUST DID? YOU'VE DOOMED LIVES BELOW US!" Phoenix raged toward Schriener.

 

"YOU CAUSED IT!"

Phoenix smashed Schriener's face into the window, leaving a crack. Then Schriener threw Phoenix all the way into the desk, again. "Unngh..." The timer had 4 minutes and 10 seconds. Struggling to get back up, he noticed Schriener through his blurry sight trying to bust the glass. He was hurrying, trying to shoot the glass, not busting it, but leaving bullet-holes. With the grip of his pistol, he whacked the crack repeatedly. The crack enlarged in size. "SCHISSE!" 

The clock reached 3 minutes and 30 seconds. Phoenix forced himself up. "Get up, old bones. You got a man to kill." Phoenix fired his grappling hook into the glass and was hauling himself over to Schriener at an alarming rate. "C'MERE!"

Schriener finally broke the glass with a shove, and the glass shattered into gigantic shards. Phoenix soared straight out the window, and into Schriener in the air. Phoenix grabbed onto a piece of Schriener's suit, right when the jetpack on the suit activated with flames soaring through the thrusters.

 

"Wha...? GET OFF!"

 

Schriener repeatedly poked at Phoenix. "I'm not ready to die. I'm ready to fight. Giving up is for pussies." 
Phoenix's muscles glowed yellow. Schriener noticed the glow, and screamed, "WAS ZUM TEUFEL?!"

Phoenix punched Schriener in his face, leaving a big bloody bruise on his face. Then he slammed his fist into his face again. And then again. And again. And again. Then Phoenix mumbled,

 

 

"YOU KNOW SOMETHING? ARMOR'S FOR PUSSIES!"

Phoenix socked the man's head off of his shoulders. 

Chapter XXI: The Strength of Gravity

 Phoenix was hovering in the air on a headless corpse with a jetpack. He looked down and saw a huge portion of Louisiana's crust. 

"High as hell up here. One twitch and I'll fall to my death. Alright Phoenix, quit playing around, use the dead guy's corpse to get back on the-"

 

The zeppelin exploded. Big pieces of metal, bars, and grates fell towards the ground in flames. Cloth burned into tiny pieces. The frame of the aircraft then soared into a place in Louisiana, killing a big group of people. Phoenix had a front row seat to this event, traumatized. 

"Nevermind. So how the hell am I gonna get down?"

 

He then noticed the jetpack on the Nazi's back. "Well well well. Opportunity right under my nose." With his weight, Phoenix tilted the body upside down and forced the jetpack into a high speed. Phoenix flipped over the body and was hanging from it, as the two were flying towards Phoenix's neighborhood. Phoenix then positioned himself back on top of the body, flying with it head-first at the ground. "Holy SHIT!"

 

Before the two hit the ground, Phoenix pulled the body up and the two were traveling at a high speed down the street. From his place, he noticed a car in his path. Phoenix dodged around it. Then a truck turned into the lane he was in. "Goddammit." Phoenix crashed into the truck, and flew into the trunk on his back. The driver stepped out and said, "Oh my GOD. Sir, or... Ma'am? I'm so sorry, are you alright?" 

 

Phoenix laid his head up and took out his wallet. With two fingers, he pulled out a random dollar. $100. Handing it to the man, he said, "Get out of here. And you never saw me, got it?"

The driver nodded. Phoenix limped out of the trunk, and continued down the road of his neighborhood. Once he arrived at his house, he noticed the front door was peeked a little bit open. "Oh SHIT!"

Phoenix kicked the door open and found Stanley, Peter, Abhy, and Hans taken hostage by Phoenix's neighbor, Mr. James. "Take a seat, PHOENIX. Or I'll put a bullet into one of your friends."

 

Phoenix pulled out his pistol and James pushed the barrel of his revolver against Abhy's head. "You put your weapons on that fucking table over there. You think I'm playin' then why don't you try and shoot?"

Phoenix placed his shotgun, pistol, rifle, and handlebars on the table. "There. That's better, ain't it? Now sit your ass on down, I'm sure you're exhausted from what you did."

 

Phoenix plopped himself down on a couch, leaning forwards in case anything happened. "James. I'm your buddy, remember? You don't wanna do this."

"I DON'T CARE PHOENIX. THE REICH'S IN CONTROL. NOT THE STUPID GOVERNMENT WE ONCE KNEW. Times have changed, get with the program!"

 

"They took the country by FORCE. I'm not giving into a bunch of racist commies who think jews, blacks, and gays breathing is ILLEGAL. I'd rather not be ALIVE knowing that."

 

James aimed his gun at Phoenix. "I can take care of that right now if you want me to."

Abhy squealed, "Please, don't!"

 

"SHUT UP! Not another word outta you or I'll pop him and the rest!"

 

Peter slowly dug around in his pockets. He was the furthest from James. "Tell me, which of these people do you value the most?"

 

Phoenix laughed and said, "I ain't telling you."

 

"Alright, so shoot all of them?" James said, putting his gun into Stanley's hair.

 

"YOU BETTER NOT."

 

Peter pulled out his derringer from the gunstore and quietly aimed it towards James' head. Phoenix noticed it, nodding his head slowly at Peter. Once he pulled the hammer backwards, an audible "tick" could be heard. Right after that tick went off, James turned his head, noticing the barrel of the pistol, and BANG!

 

And then another gunshot went off. And another. Phoenix opened his eyes. Stanley was dead. Peter was shot in the throat. Hans was on top of James, choking him with his hands. Peter finished James off with the last bullet in his derringer. BANG!

Phoenix walked over to Stanley's corpse, holding him in his arms. "S-S-Stan? Come on man! Don't leave me!"

 

Stanley did respond, nor react. Abhy treated Peter's wound on his neck with a towel, crying about the death of Stanley. 

 

"I took about a hundred lives today. All because I wanted to kill a son of a bitch. I didn't do it myself, but I caused it. Because of me, children might not have parents to go home to anymore. Parents might not have kids anymore, or pets. All the things I've done- It's led up to this point. United States of America liberated by a bunch of racists, tempest-tossed into a whirlpool of carnage for no good reason at all. It wasn't just the public that suffered. I suffered the consequence of losing one of my friends. And I'm not gonna just let that slide.

 

ADOLF. I'M COMING FOR YOU, NEXT."

 

 

BLOODWORTH

WRITTEN BY TAI GOODMAN

 

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