Singled Out and Forgotten by God | By : BarnabasFrid Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Hitler Views: 1197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The loud hum of Adolf Hitler’s supercharged Mercedes Benz whirred as it sped down the remaining roads approaching the borders of Germany and Austria. It was cold. Dead at the end of January, Hitler was now the newly elected Chancellor and there was only one person he wanted to boast to.
“They will never expect you to be so close now my Führer. I anticipate a safe passing over the border, though we shall have to make haste if you want to make it to Vienna by dark.” Julius Schreck informed Hitler.
He answered with a grunt and waved his hand at the windshield. It was his way of urging the driver on. The car was filled with only these two bodies, and the aroma roses and other flowers filled the vehicle as well as the back seat. Hitler had his chauffer take the flags off the bumpers. No one would know this was Adolf Hitler on his way to that remote cemetery in Vienna. As he fell asleep, the Fuhrer’s head slumped to the side.
It was several hours later when they reached their destination, Arkadengruft 9 facing the Lüger Church. It was dark and colder then any night he had spent on a park bench as a suffering artist. Hitler touched Schreck’s shoulder tenderly and smiled. The familiarity between the two was plain and Julius knew to stay within the confines of the car while Hitler set out to the grave.
He walked passed various headstones bearing his name-- Cousins and siblings. The flowers, and there were more then enough, began to burden his arms and Hitler breathed a sigh of relief as he approached the sought tombstone.
HERE SLEEPS OUR BELOVED CHILD
GELI
IN ETERNAL SLUMBER
SHE WAS OUR RAY OF SUNSHINE
BORN 4 JUNE 1908 DIED 18 SEPTEMBER 1931
THE RAUBAL FAMILY
Hitler placed the roses in the center of the tomb. He laid the others along the marble slab that made up the plot. At first he smiled, thinking this reminded him of the annual memorial for the fallen Party members during the Putsch. But when he closed his eyes, he saw Geli’s face as if she had only just left the kitchen during one of their late night talks.
“I did it Princess. Your Uncle Alf is Chancellor of Germany. They elected me. Hindenburg appointed me himself.” As Hitler fell to his knees, the snow crunched and packed beneath his weight. He leaned forward and placed a hand on the marble. “Do you remember the winters at Haus Wachenfeld? Dear God Geli, you pelted me with snowballs every chance you found! And your mother always had a change of clothes for me, as if you had informed her of your assault ahead of time. But I loved every minute of it. Sipping hot chocolate from a cup held in your hand. Your head settled neatly in my lap as we sat before the fire…”
The tears dripped from Hitler’s lashes and stung the frail skin of his face as he began to weep profusely. The Führer of all Germany… The man who had concentration camps erected within months… Who hated more then any man yet in History; cried like a slapped child at his niece’s grave. How could he go on without her at his side? How could he make coherent decisions without her to calm his frail nerves? Eva knew nothing of politics or Wagner. And she couldn’t cook or sing.
“Geli why? Why did I leave my pistol where you could find it? Why didn’t I let you go to Vienna? For my sake, I’d rather you disobey me then be … Geli; I am in such awe of you! My best SA does not bare your courage. When faced with capture they would rather be taken prisoner then share your fate! But you wonderful creature, it was all or nothing with you…”
The palm began to freeze and Hitler drew his hand from ice cold marble. As he did, he lost his balance and his head hit the frozen ground with a thud. There was just enough snow to cushion the fall so he did not pass out. Still, Hitler had no idea what had happened. He lay on the ground in a heap, weeping uncontrollably. “Geli, little Geli, in the happy days…”
Speaking into the snow and mud, “That night we saw Der Meistersinger… How perfectly you filled that dress. Every woman in that opera house seethed with jealousy. Oh how they wished they could be you… sitting in your seat with your Uncle on your arm.” He laughed then. “Don’t think I was oblivious Princess. I knew they wanted me. All those letters we got in the mail? And not one for Herman , that bitch in a male’s body!”
Hitler regained some of his composure and sat, his woolen pants now soaked to the skin. He leaned against the headstone, his back to the inscription. “You knocked on my door that night after we came home. I was half undressed when you entered and you never gave it a thought. All smiles and kisses for taking to you see Wagner.” His tone deepened now, “Your kisses were the sweetest I’ve ever tasted. And your wandering hands, sweet Geli, could never offend my body. No man could ever love a woman as I have loved you.”
Without recognizing, Hitler’s hand slipped to his inner thigh. He gave no thought to the bulge there. But his hand continued to move till the buttons were open and his frigid fingers worked past the covering of long underwear…
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