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Herkunft #1: Scwarzer Tod Ist Angekommen
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Topic Started: Jun 1 2012, 03:15 AM (212 Views)
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Jun 1 2012, 03:15 AM
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November 27th, 1981 Schwerin, Germany 2:11 a.m.
Storm clouds hover in the night sky, illuminated by the full moon that they were hiding. A few drops of rain fall, hitting a hospital window that was lit up. On the other side of the window, Aksel Dietrich stares out the window, a proud smile on his face. Behind him, his wife, Liesa, lied in a bed, her hand held by their doctor, Dr. Hertz. She was in labor, had been for the past two hours. Aksel turns away from the window, taking his seat next to his wife.
He had waited years for this moment. He and Liesa had tried so many times to have a child of their own. The first pregnancy was a miscarriage after five months, her body unable to properly adapt to its new found stresses. The second pregnancy ended with the baby being stillborn. The experience was sudden and heartbreaking, sending a shock wave to the core of both Aksel and Liesa. After that, doctors had told them that she wouldn't be able to get pregnant, labeling her barren. Aksel refused to believe this, promising his wife that they will have a child of their own. And now, here they were again, moments from knowing if his promise would be fulfilled.
Liesa screamed in pain, Aksel taking her other hand. Dr. Hertz smiles and nods, walking to the end of the bed.
Dr. Hertz: "Es ist Zeit."
Aksel nods in return, excitedly turning to his wife. He brushes a hand through her sweaty hair. She throws her head back, her eyes darting to him. She nods at Aksel, breathing rapidly through her mouth. She lunges forward in the bed, gripping her husband's hand tightly. The heart monitor begins to beep at a more than steady pace. Dr. Hertz raises the bed sheet and reaches behind him, pulling up a chair.
Dr. Hertz: "Gut, Liesa, gut! Jetzt schieben! <Push!>"
Aksel feels Liesa tighten the grip on his hand as she begins to push, a pained scream rising out of her lungs. Aksel kisses her hand, keeping her hand close to his face. She lets out another pained scream, Dr. Hertz continuing to urge her.
Dr. Hertz: "<That's it, Liesa! You're doing good! Keep pushing!>"
Aksel lets out an excited laugh, nearly jumping out of his chair. He could feel it in his bones. This was it. They were going to do it. A beautiful baby, all for their own. He puts his arms around his wife's shoulders, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and begins quietly talking to her. She manages to have a smile as she lets out another yell, the heart monitor beeping rapidly.
Dr. Hertz: "<Yes! Almost there, Liesa! You can do it!>"
Aksel begins to laugh, his eyes beginning to swell with tears. Their hands are held together tightly, their knuckles as white as the bed sheet. Liesa lets out another scream, followed closely by the sound of a baby crying. He holds Liesa's head close to his, joyful tears running down both of their cheeks. Liesa breathes heavily, laying back in the bed. Aksel brushes the hair out of her face, smiling proudly at her. Dr. Hertz lets out a laugh, looking up at them.
Dr. Hertz: "<It's a boy! What shall his name be?>"
Aksel lets out a laugh, leaning down and hugging Liesa. A boy. He always wanted a boy. And Aksel already knew what he was going to name him. After his father, who was a great man in his eyes. A man who he grew up respecting. A man that taught him everything he needed to know. A man that he wished to be for his newborn baby boy.
Liesa's breathing begins to calm down, her face growing pale. She looks into Aksel's eyes, knowing what he was thinking and nodding weakly. Aksel smiles, kissing her hand as the baby's cries fill the room. Aksel turns to the doctor, still holding his wife's hand close.
Aksel Dietrich: "<Elias. His name will be Elias.>"
Dr. Hertz smiles, looking down at the crying boy in his arms as Aksel gives Liesa another hug. Dr. Hertz wipes some blood away from the baby's face with his glove. His breath gets caught in his throat and he stands up. He blinks his eyes a few times, looking up at Aksel and Liesa. Aksel looks over at him, noticing the doctor's tenseness. The doctor quickly turns, taking the screaming baby to the cleaning table and grabbing some towels. Aksel stands up, Liesa barely able to hold on to his hand.
Aksel Dietrich: "Dr. Hertz?"
The doctor doesn't answer, continuing to wipe the baby's face off. Liesa holds weakly holds up her other hand, reaching to Aksel. His eyes dart from the doctor to his wife, who had grown paler. He leans down, listening to her words.
Liesa Dietrich: "Aksel... Ich liebe dich."
Aksel's breath is taken away at her words. All sounds in the room seem to fade away. All but two sounds. The sound of the heart monitor, which was rapidly dropping and the sound of Elias crying. Aksel looks over at the heart monitor, then back at Liesa. He quickly stands up, his eyes widening. He notices a pool of blood soaking through the bed sheets between Liesa's legs. She continues holding onto his hand, tears trailing down her cheeks.
Aksel Dietrich: "Arzt! ARZT!"
Dr. Hertz jumps at Aksel's sudden outburst. He turns away from the cleaning table and the baby, sweat dripping his flushed face. Aksel yells for him again as he rushes over to the bed, noticing the blood.
Dr. Hertz: "Mein Gott! <She is hemorrhaging!>"
The heart monitor beeps slower as Dr. Hertz throws back the sheets, panic overtaking him. Aksel stands in shock, looking down at his wife and gripping her hand. Her lips move, but he hears no words. He leans closer, putting his ear next to her mouth.
Liesa Dietrich: "Liebe ihn. Liebe ihn genug für uns beide."
Aksel lets out a crushed sob, shaking his head. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. This wasn't what he promised. He puts his arms around her, crying uncontrollably as the heart monitor's prevalent beep gets slower and slower. Dr. Hertz moves frantically, his overloaded mind jumping back and forth between Liesa and the baby. He grabs some towels, running back to the bed. The heart monitor lets out one last beep before dropping into a cold flat line. Her last breath escapes her mouth, gently rushing into Aksel's ear. Aksel shakes his head, holding her close.
Aksel Dietrich: "Nein... Nein... NEIN!!!"
He begins sobbing uncontrollably again, the doctor standing at the foot of the bed, flustered. It was a night of firsts for him. He had never experienced extreme postpartum hemorrhaging like that before. And the baby... It was all too much in a very short amount of time. The doctor plops into the chair, burying his face in his hands.
The heart monitor continue to flat line as Aksel raises up, looking into Liesa's pale face. He raises a hand, closing her eyes, tears tumbling down his face. He kisses her on the lips, gently laying her back down. Over at the cleaning table, the newborn baby continues to cry. Aksel stares at Liesa for a moment before leaning back in his chair, never taking his eyes off her.
Aksel Dietrich: "Ich möchte meinen Sohn sehen."
The doctor, his jacket and gloves covered in blood, doesn't hear Aksel, lost in his own thoughts. Aksel slowly turns his head, looking at the defeated doctor. He tightens his jaw, a frown forming on his brow. The baby continues to cry on the table, Aksel growing anxious.
Aksel Dietrich: "ARZT! Mein Sohn! Ich möchte ihn sehen!"
Dr. Hertz looks up at Aksel, slightly shaking his head. Aksel stands up, moving around the bed and cursing.
Aksel Dietrich: "Ficken wertlos Stück Scheiße! Tun Sie etwas gleich heute!"
He pushes past the doctor's chair, nearly knocking Hertz over. Dr. Hertz watches Aksel, shaking his head and shooting up to his feet.
Dr. Hertz: "Nein! Tue nicht! Etwas stimmt nicht!"
Aksel ignores the doctor's pleas, approaching the table. Elias lies there, covered in his mother's blood. Aksel smiles, turning the baby's head to get a look at his face. His smile instantly drops, pulling his hand back. He looks at Dr. Hertz, eyes wide with confusion, anger and horror all at the same time.
Aksel Dietrich: "<What is this??? This is not my son! What did you do?!?>"
Dr. Hertz shakes his head, unable to give Aksel an answer.
Dr. Hertz: "<I... I don't know. I've never seen anything like it before. But that is your son, Aksel.>"
Aksel shakes his head, looking back on Elias with disgust.
Aksel Dietrich: "<No, no, NO! Something so hideous could not come from me! He is a monster!>"
Dr. Hertz: "<Aksel, I understand everything is happening so fast. I don't know how to explain what is wrong with him. But I assure you he is yours.>"
Aksel, speechless, looks down at the baby. He couldn't get over the eyes. Eyes sunken deep in the skull. It wasn't the face of a beautiful baby boy. It was the face of Death.
Aksel Dietrich: "<This is not a child of God! Liesa should not have died for this... this demon! I don't want him! Take him back, Lord! TAKE HIM BACK!>"
He drops to his knees, looking up at the ceiling. The baby's screaming gets louder, ringing in his ears. He looks back to his wife, her last words running through his head.
"<Love him. Love him enough for both of us.>"
He shakes his head, a guttural sob escaping him. This wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't the way he envisioned his family. His droops his head, her last words continuing to echo through his mind on a loop. He didn't know what to think anymore.
All he knew was it was going to be hard to honor her last wishes.
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Present day 10:25 a.m.
The sliding doors to the JFK International airport open up. A very large man walks out, holding only a single suitcase and wearing a leather trench coat and a top hat. He walks forward slowly, a few people taking notice of him and whispering to whomever they were with. The man stops at the curb, looking off in the distance. The familiar sight of New York City greeted him. He looks over the buildings, thinking of how many years since he had been here. Or been on American soil for that matter. It had been a few years and when he left, he never planned on coming back. Just one of many places where he didn't fit in. But all of that had changed when he was contacted by a man claiming to be a scout.
This scout had somehow tracked him down, asked him if he was interested in getting back in some good competition. When the man had left America to go home to Germany, he had also left behind the world of fighting. Too many places had too many different rules and for a man that drifted as much as himself, he was unable to adjust before he looked for his next destination.
At first, he was curious how this scout had found him. But his question of if he wanted to get back into competition intrigued him. If there was one thing in his life that always gave him constant enjoyment, it was the challenge of a fight. The scout had assured him that the place he worked for, NEW Era Wrestling, was full of some of the best in the world and would prove to be a worthy challenge to someone such as himself. The man eventually agreed to a meeting in New York City, wanting to hear more of this place from a person that could give him more answers.
He waves down a taxi in the distance, his top hat lowered so his face was barely showing. The taxi pulls over and the man opens the back door, barely squeezing in as the driver watches him in the rear view mirror with a look of surprise. The man sets his suitcase on the floor and takes off his hat, shifting lower in the seat so his head can be comfortable. Tattoos cover the man's skull, face and neck and seem to keep going. The driver, having seen a lot of interesting things in his taxi, waits for the man to give him a destination. After another moment of silence from the man, the driver finally speaks up.
Taxi Driver: "So where we going, Lurch?"
The tattooed man looks up with cold eyes, looking directly into the rear view mirror.
Man: "Madison Avenue, bitte."
The driver quickly turns in his seat, looking insulted.
Taxi Driver: "What the fuck you just call me?"
The man looks out the window, his face expressionless.
Man: "I am sorry. I said please."
The driver raises an eyebrow, looking over the man again.
Taxi Driver: "That's quite the accent you got there. Where you from? Russia?"
The taxi pulls away from the curb, the driver looking in the rear view for his answer. The man continues looking out the window, remaining expressionless.
Man: "Germany. Vat's your aksent? Asshole Amerikan?"
The driver smiles, nodding his head.
Taxi Driver: "Peace and quiet it is, man. You don't look like a guy I want to piss off."
The man looks in the rear view mirror at the driver, nodding his head in respect. He looks back out the window, looking at types of cars he hadn't seen in years. Maybe this time, things wouldn't be so bad.
But he wasn't holding out hope for it.
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