Hatred

"Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness."

- Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

"NO!!"

His voice reverberated in the dome shaped underground pub present below the dark, less ventured alleys of Nazi Germany. His wife's face had just been blown to bits by the shuddering impact of a hollow-point Wesson and Smith. They were expecting a child just two weeks down the line. Beads of fear and desperation had appeared on the forehead of the cold-hearted colonel, Johannes von Schnitzel. His heart was pounding at such a rate it made him feel he was at the altar of war. No guns, grenades or a helmet. It was unknown. Yet this feeling of fear, anguish and despair had melted to become an alloy of sheer resolve to fight back. Fraulein Maria Anderson had caused this cataclysm. A wretched woman who Johannes believed, had sold her body to possibly every high ranking officer in the German army. She first caught the eyes of the masses when cast in a low-budget film. Since then every director in the country was after her due to those raw and flamboyant acting skills. Truly a sight for sore spirits, many found solace in Maria during these turbulent times.

"Come out now Johnny boy! Didn't you say that some 'Madame' like me couldn't even hold a gun? See that's the kind of orthodox bullshit every Fascist thinks. Come out you motherfucking bastard - piece of retarded dipshit! I will show you how to shove lead down some homosexual Nazi shithole!!"

Maria emptied five more shots into the body of a sergeant still writhing in pain.

"See that's how Nazis should look. Rid of their weapons and dead. It reminds me of that premature dick when you entered my office. Your wife must really have been damned by that. Let's see what remains of her vagina. Hmm…"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!"

When he stood up, Johannes felt a jolting pain in his head. When he touched it, red was oozing out. He collapsed on the rugged and dusty carpet which had now attained a crimson hue.

A couple of minutes felt a lifetime to Maria. Firing that last bullet, her body was void. She felt a surge of black bile in her throat. Fell on the floor and puked. Someone lifted her skirt and tore apart her underwear. A penis inserted into her anal hole, hands grabbed her mature breasts. It didn't matter anymore. She would die soon from the shoulder wound. Blood engulfed the man's testicles. He turned Maria over. A smile played on her tearstained face. He bit her breasts and thrust his dick inside her mouth. She chomped on it and tried to rip off. Half of it dislodged into Maria's mouth. The man shrieked and crashed backwards. She caught hold of his neck and chewed off a large chunk of muscle. Maria clawed the wound with her nails. He tried to crush her windpipe. She didn't let go. Maria succumbed to the man's strength. The Nazi screamed only to be silenced by three shots through his auditory canal.

A man had emerged from the staircase's shadow.

"What the fuck, man? Barnes, look here lays Ms. California eating meatballs and a little birdie. Hey you, goddamn motherfucker in the corner playing dead! I will go medieval on your Nazi asshole!! And believe me bastard, when my partner's finished with you won't have an ass, a cock or any of those two suspended nuts o yours!"

"Haul it!"

In a corner, some guy was sweating like a pig. Playing dead hadn't done any wonders. His nose twitched.

"Does Hitler look like a bitch to thee, Nazi?"

"No…" he said. The sergeant stood at attention.

"Then why the fuck do you smile like a girl when y'all see him, wear his uniform and fuck Jews, eh? Brown piece of rag dyed in the gutters full of Hitler's shit. Tell me about the platoons or battalions here."

He indicated a place on the map.

"If you have trouble speaking English, Barnes here's fluent in German."

Just within a fraction of a second the man took out a knife, unbuttoned the sergeant's shirt, and cut his nipples. With his index finger, drew a swastika using the blood as ink on the sergeant's chest. Then he took hold of his knife and carved a real swastika tearing apart the tender flesh. When he was finished, he took a broken wine bottle from the demolished bar cabinet and tearing apart the sergeant's pants, put it in his asshole. With a rifle's butt, he stuffed the bottle down further until nothing but its bottom was visible.

"Speak up, you sonuva bitch."

"Fuck you!!" said the soldier.

The man took out another small gun, took aim and fired in the bottle. It burst into shards of glass, and blood began to flow. Barnes took out a steel club, and bashed the brains out of that sergeant until his head was flattened.

"Sir, this one ought to be in a museum. Cultural heritage stuff", said Barnes.

"I couldn't agree more."