I couldn't decide whether to post this here or in fantasy....
But I guess it doesn't make much difference 'cause it wouldn't make any more sense no matter where I put it. It actually makes sense, though, really, it just doesn't seem like it.
And when it comes to historical accuracy – I'd like to know what you think. I think I'll have to change it. It sort of doesn't fit in really well, even considering the odd way I've set my whole thing up....
I'm rambling to myself because this seriously is no good yet, but Faith said I have to post it... o_o
So here it is:
“But my superior is a man who wants the world, and kills people when he decides to.”
“Kill him.”
“And baby...”
“Kill him.”
“There's this war.”
I propped baby Horace up on my knee. He wouldn't look at me.
“It started when he invaded Poland.”
“Defeat him. Kill him.”
Horace was a Slavik orphan six months old. He had wished to be a world power, and he was the one in three million whose wish came true.
“Horace?” I said. “You want me to kill him?”
“What is he called?”
“Germany's fuehrer. Hitler.”
“Yes. Kill Hitler, Canaris. Someday you must.”
* goes and hides *
