The Battle Maiden
By Benjamin R Long The Hyperborean Copyright © 2010-2011 All Rights Reserved
2 **Disclaimer** This book contains scenes of graphic violence and racial content. If you are offended by such material then perhaps you should not read this book. This work is a figment of the author's imagination and does not necessarily reflect the author's actual views. This work of fiction is meant to be a fantasy and should not be viewed as reality. People get into an uproar about things that are controversial but it is what is controversial that needs to be protected more than that which is commonly accepted. An artist should be free to express himself how he feels he should express himself without being shut up by people that feel it is their mission to stifle free speech. Freedom is meaningless unless people are willing to defend it rather than talk about it. Thank you for your time... Richtor Long
Table of Contents
Introduction...................................................................................3 Fatality in Baghdad.......................................................................8 Life and Death on the Streets.......................................................42 At Odds With The World..............................................................66 Twisted Metal...............................................................................94
4 Introduction It was a long day and Burgandy had enough of the people telling her the way that she should think. Day in and day out she hears people echoing in her head about the way she should feel, think and say. For her, it gets tiring hearing the same voices echo throughout her head day in and day out. Sometimes she questions the validity of the surreal voices, asking if they are really real or not. She hears them day in and day out telling her things that she should not do and what she should do, as if she had no choice in the matter. Sometimes they talk down to her and berate her when she does something that is unacceptable according to their standards. Are these voices real, what of them? Can she do something about them to make them go away forever? Burgandy is an 18-year-old woman, that enjoys having fun and doing things that are on the wild side. She never really cared what people thought or said about her. She just did her thing and when people bitched and moaned about it she just told them to go to hell. She was awfully merciless about this, and would likely not think about telling people to go to hell before she would say it.
5 This was the typical modus operandi for her, since she despised people trying to control her so. Recently she has had a problem with the feminists trying to tell her that she should be one of their little robots. They have been harassing her about men and how they are all evil and that she should burn her bra and help divide the sexes so that man and women would be inextricably separated in society. These actions by the feminists despised her, she was not about to burn her bra let alone hate men for no good reason other than her own selfish pride. There was no reason to hate men in her opinion, in fact she liked men and being around men. She knew her gender role and was not about to go about wearing shoulder pads and emulating the worst behaviors of men to feed a mob that cared more about their own agenda than they cares about her. When she thought of such things, thoughts circled around her head of what she should do, sometimes voices popped in her head commanding her on a course of action. Sometimes they would be garbled and muttered, but sometimes they rand with veracious clarity. Her thoughts would go in a circle, constantly going back and forth cycling endlessly going back to the point and the point again until it was drummed in her head what she was to do. Call this a divine intervention, this may be the
6 only thing keeping her on track with her thought processes. This was not spiritual intrusion more so than being a beacon for the divine voice, telling her, her role in the cosmos. The Valkyrie is a sacred woman who fights and collects warriors for the great God Odin so that they can fight in the final battle at the end of the aeon. This means that people must be gathered for the final war so that the forces that would want to destroy the Yggdrasil tree are put down. There are many things out there that would want to hurt the great Yggdrasil tree. These things are known as the Thurs es. They seek to destroy all the order that the great Gods have created. This means that at the end of the aeon there will be a great battle between the Gods of nature and Order versus the giants that only seek destruction. It has been prophesied that many people will die, even Gods will die, but with this death will come a transition into a better world that will bring the miseries of the Ragnarok to an end where people can start anew and the memory of those that perished in the fires will never be forgotten. The Valkyries is the woman who scours the battle field to seek those that would join the battle for Odin and fight along
7 his side till the end of time. The Valkyrie is a special woman who fights for the notion of good and justice and seeks only those of pure heart and belief to fight on with her and the other Einherjar, and begs those fallen warriors to come with her to Valhalla. The Valkyrie is the link between life and death and is a chance for the warrior to live again instead of going to the grave mound for all eternity. To fight and die is a warriors legacy, the task is given to the warrior to fight. That is the only thing that Odin respects is the war at hand. He despises men that turn and run like cowards. Men are to be men and to fight the good fight. There is no weakness to be found in the heart of the warrior. Men fight with the clash of steel and sword and fight to the bitter end for the Lords and beliefs. If a man turns on his lords and beliefs then he is a traitor to the cause that they had once believed in and the word honor no longer applies. How can an honorable man turn on his lord and beliefs without first renouncing his beliefs. There is no honor is a person stabbing his lord in the back and saying that he believes in something then moves against it. Warriors have to have a strict code of honor and do things they believe in. Money is not honor.
8 Those that fight for pure greed and lend themselves to being mercenaries have no honor and they have no loyalty. Their loyalty is relegated to the amount of cash their buyer has and when the cash runs dry so does their beliefs. These men cannot be trusted and must be regarded with contempt. Only the loyal fanatic is going to be on your side until the end, when things go bad and people start abandoning ship only the people who have the beliefs to the core of their heart are going to see it through to the end. German officers in the Reich knew the tenet of loyalty. They knew that their very lives were staked to the loyalty to their cause that threat they had. If they were not loyal it was something worse than being dead. For the disloyal man was often put to death because his honor was compromised. This caused people to believe, laying their life down on their beliefs. There cannot be any no men in a loyal society because all the no men are six feet underground.
9 Fatality in Baghdad “You are 18 now and you are not ready for school?” Burgandy’s mom whined from her bedroom as Burgandy was getting ready for school. She was rushing to get ready because she was running late. “I am going as fast as I can, mom,” she replied. “Well hurry up there is no time to waste, you are going to be nice at school aren’t you?” She says. “I hate the people at school they are all losers, do I have to go?” Burgandy replies. “Yes you have to go, you are required to go to school, You are almost done so I don’t know why you are whining, after all you will be out of school in a few months,” her mom echoes from the room. Burgandy gathers up a few more things and places them into her bag and the jets out the door. She walks down the street in the general direction of the school. The neighborhood has fallen into disrepair once the blacks started moving in. It is something that no one wants but it is forced upon them because no one wants to cause societal faux pas and deny the sacred black their right to move into white neighborhoods. On her way to school she can see black junkies and crackheads milling about,
10 shaking people down for money and what ever they had. It was like the beggar at the bus terminal begging for dollars, you give him one and then he would ask for another like you charity was not enough. As she is traveling down the street she hears a voice in her head telling her to go in a specific direction. She tries to shake it off but it persists and she decides to go in that direction. It is a direction that is opposite of the school. She follows the trail until it leads to a graveyard. There are many graves erected in this yard and they sit in silence of each other. She looks around at the graves and then the voice says, "Here" from beyond the graves near a mausoleum entrance. She naturally walks in that direction. There is a strange silence in the graveyard, no birds, no crickets, nothing. She walks to a grave that has been freshly laid as she can tell from the fresh dirt that has been laid on the ground. She looks at thee grave and it has a military insignia on it and says, "Here lies SSgt Wilhelm Price, USMC. She looks at the grave for a second and she feels a strange presence there, she closes her eyes and then a cloud envelopes her and she sees men fighting and men marching in formation. She opens her eyes again and looks with sadness as she can only imagine the way that he had
11 died. A voice comes out of the darkness, this time a different voice and it says, "Thanks for freeing me from my grave mound. All I could do is sit there and watch people cry day in and day out. It is sad to sit there and watch people cry all day," The voice says. “What do you want with me?” Burgandy says to the voice. "You seem to be different from the rest, I can come into your body and find inner peace. I do not know what you are but you are different from the rest of the people who come around here, I feel relieved that I have met you," He says. “I do not know what you are talking about, I have only stumbled upon this grave yard and you are a voice in my head, what do you want from me?” she replies. “You are special, we can assimilate with you and live again, we can carry on the fight into a new world,” He says. “But what are you,” She asks quietly. “You are the one that gathers us, you are the special spirit that we can all get behind and live again, or at least that is what the other spirits say,” He replies. "So you are saying that you cannot live without me?
12 What do I do?" She questions. "All you have to do is open your heart and let us in and then you can live all the experiences that we had lived. The more of us that you find the greater you can become. There are many of us all around the world. We live on the edge of life and death, locked in eternal conflict. I do not know much about it, but it seems that I was meant to know that so that when you came I could tell you. This is all I know regarding that," He says to her. “What of that, where are the others like you?” She asks him. "You can find them floating around, if they have not already passed into the other world. Once they pass through the void they go to a place from which there is no return. You can find strong men and women on the brink of death and collect them when they have passed to the astral plane," He says flatly. “Are you going to be in my head all the time?” She asks. “I will be here whenever you need me if you take me in, I can be a great asset to you, you do not know who exactly you are right now, but I bet if you find out you would be surprised,” he says mysteriously. “Why should I do that, who are you?” She reiterates
13 her question again to him. "I fought this nation's battles, my names is William, I did somethings that I am not proud of and in the end like many of my kind I perished. We were taking out some of the enemy troops in the facility when all of a sudden an air strike took out the building and we did not make it out in time. It is saddening to know that I died in a screw up, but none the less it was something that could have prevented if someone knew what they were doing. I never agreed with the things that my superiors were doing but it was not my place to question them, the only thing that I was expected to do was obey," he laments. “Nobody deserves to die that way, you were sold out by your own country, have you accepted that yet or are you still mourning it?” She replies. "I have come to terms with the fact that I had died and the nature that I had died, but the battle rarely ends with that. I know that we are led by corrupt men that willfully abuse us, however with you at my side death cannot even stop me," He replies. "Does your vengeance blind you, what can you do? You cannot interact with the world. You are merely a formless entity that cannot interact with anything," she replies.
14 "That is true, but my lament only goes on if I stay in this hole, and then eventually I will get sucked into the shadow. I cannot allow myself to be pulled into the shadow in this manner. I have to settle the accounts that made me what I am now," he laments. "Fine I can help you with that, but I have to know everything those are my terms. I cannot go on a mission for you without knowing more about you," she says. “I can do more than tell you, I can show you in the form of visions, everything I know you will know if you take my essence in, those are the rules,” He says. “Show me something now and if I am satisfied, then I will do what you ask,” she says. “As you wish….” He says. Baghdad Iraq 2003 "Price, we need to get into the building do you think the perimeter is alarmed?' a rough-looking man says wearing a covert black ops outfit and ski mask walks up to Wilhelm and asks. “There are pressure plate alarms and internal roving security inside the building, our mission is to retrieve the stolen radio codes,” Wilhelm responds back.
15 “We have to be quick, the airstrike comes in a half hour, so we have that long to take out the post before the place gets leveled,” the man replies back to Wilhelm. “We can set the alarm of multiple times until they get tired of checking on it and shut it off,” Wilhelm says quietly. They take aim with a pellet gun that they had brought with them and sight in on the building. The other man sights in as Wilhelm looks through the binoculars noting the guard's condition. He takes a shot and puts a crack into one of the upper story windows. Wilhelm takes notice of this and sees a group of the guards run over to the area of the build where they had shot out the window. They search the room and find nothing. So they sound the all clear and resume their posts. The man shoots the window again, and with the same results the guards run to the room and find nothing again. After a couple more times of shooting the window the guards stop responding to the alarm and there is no more responses to the alarms. "Show time," Wilhelm says as they pick up their bags and head out to the building. They run up to the building and prepare their grappling hook to go up to the window that they had just shot out and they open the window and slip into the building. Using the shadows of the building to
16 conceal themselves they hide themselves in a relative fashion. The head to the blind spots of the room and Wilhelm goes up to the side of the door and slowly opens it a little. He looks around the room and sees a guard just outside of the door. He pulls out his knife and stealthy move through the door and behind the guard. The guard is just sitting there smoking a cigarette oblivious to everything around him, Wilhelm makes sure that he is making his steps on the blades of his feet as to make no sound and grabs the man from behind, cupping his mouth. In a single fluid motion he brings the knife over his shoulder and down into the notch between his collar-bone. He holds the man for a second and when he is satisfied that he is dead he drags the body back into the room and the other man comes out of the room with him. They travel down the hallway making sure that they make as low of a sound profile as possible. Since they are trained professionals they essentially move silently and make no sound as they travel. They come up to a bigger room with two roving patrols at each end of the room. Wilhelm motions for the other man to go behind the door. He then gets behind the door and softly knocks on the door so that only one of the men in the room hears it. The guard looks at the door and walks over to it to
17 inspect. He enters the hallway and Wilhelm rams a knife into his throat at the stomach - 9 pressure point. There is a small spurt of blood as the man falls. Wilhelm catches him so that he makes no sound as he falls and drags his body away from the door. He goes back to the door and looks inside and sees the other guard standing there and motions to the other man to come up. He comes up and pulls out a silenced pistol and using the door as cover he sights in on the guard and takes him out with a single blast from the pistol. The enter the room and inspect some of the papers left strewn about the tables. When they are satisfied that they have not found what they are looking for they move on to the stairs. Wilhelm inspects the stairs and listens and looks for any enemies on the stairwell. Carefully he goes up the stairs making as little sound as possible. There is no one on the stairwell as he climbs it which is a relief to him because when you are going up the stairs you do not have as great an advantage as if you were coming down the stairs. It just has a different aura to it. Come to think of it Wilhelm was thinking that this whole mission had a bad aura to it, it seems that there is no good outcome to this mission. He thinks of it a little, but then realizes that he is getting distracted by his thoughts and
18 needs to concentrate on the mission at hand. He continued on and worked on being silent and stealthy throughout the facility. He watched his steps and the noises that he made to make sure that he was maintaining the best possible silence that he could maintain. He came to another room where there was just one more man. He peered into the room and saw no other threats in the room. He breached the doorway and entered the room using the blades of his feet to maintain silence. The guard was completely oblivious to his presence and he came up on the man's backside and covering his mouth he plunged his knife into the man's kidney. The man-made a muffled scream as the knife pierced his back and seven seconds later he fell to the ground dead from the shock. There was no reason to move the body this time because there where no other patrols around to see the body and raise an alarm. So he proceeded to look around the room for any sign of the codes. He looked around and found a small safe under one of the desks. He then took out his safe cracking tools from out of his bag and worked on the safe. After a few minutes he got the tumblers to line up and he was convinced that the safe's combination was in the open position so he took his lock pick out and commenced to
19 work on the safe's lock. A few minutes later he got the safe's lock to pop and the safe opened under his skill. He looked inside the safe and browsed through a couple of folders and found the codes in a folder. He packed those codes into the bag and prepared to leave the building. However the other operative with him looked out the window and there was various glowing orbs in the sky. "It looks like they have started the bombardment of the city, we have to hurry otherwise we will get caught in the firestorm," he says as he looks out the window. A few minutes later the building shakes and groans as if one of the missiles hit in the general location. Debris falls from the ceiling of the building as the building shakes from the impact of the cruise missile. "Incoming!," he shouts as the bombardment gets worse. The lights start flickering and the buildings walls start to crack as the missiles land closer and closer. The men take cover in a smaller room that seems to be reinforced. However that is to no avail when one of the cruise missiles makes a direct hit on the building, collapsing the building and causing the building to drop tons of debris and concrete on the two operatives. Their world goes black as they are sealed inside the rubble and that would become their tomb.
"Do you see now the details regarding my death? They could have always held back the airstrike, but they decided to bury us with the evidence on the battle field. They knew that we were out there, but they wrote us off like collateral damage. They always said that we were expendable, but until it happens to you, you never really know the callousness of it until it is too late. That was my grave. They recovered our bodies as they cleared the city and an engineering team discovered bodies with dog tags in the ruins. All we are is collateral damage, it is like the King that deploys his infantry then commands the artillery to fire on the crowd. It kills the enemy, yes, but it also kills your own troops. Let me come with you so that I may live to fight against. I can sense that you are one that has the power to allow me to live through you. I can lend you my experience and make it your own. It is a win-win situation for us both," Wilhelm replies. "It seems that you died in vain, perhaps you can help me out. I have never known a person that was battle hardened, Maybe there is something that you can teach me too. After all your experiences will shine a light on my life and allow me to see things more clearly than I had imagined," Burgandy says.
21 "All you have to do to take me in is touch the graves to be and my essence will flow into you, then you will know everything that I know and I will always be with you," Wilhelm says instructively. She reaches forward and touches the gravestone and there is a glow that comes from the stone and it illuminates her hand and flows into her, she sees images and all sorts of things throughout a person's lifetime. Some of the things she understands, however the sights that she sees are somewhat violent and twisted, filled with battle and despair. She sees men dying and meeting the ends in violent ways, and then the images disappear like that and she is alone in the graveyard. She looks around and there is no one there amongst the graves, but she does not feel alone. It seems that something about her aura has changed and she notices that her thinking has changed. She is no thinking about things in terms of threats to her. She is assessing things in terms of capability and relevance to her and gauges their ability to harm her. She had never done that before. She wonders if that is something that Wilhelm had done on a routine basis or if it is something that she has just picked up. She walks out of the graveyard and back onto the street and continues on the path to school.
22 On her route to school there are the usual people in the neighborhood that typically harass her. She tries to avoid them, but being a beautiful young girl they tend to like to paw her up, which tends to make he feel a bit uncomfortable. She was never really able to fight them before. However she now feels that something has changed and is now different. She feels as though she can do something about it rather than trying to cross the street every time they flock around her. One of the miscreants walks up to her and throws his arm around her shoulder and says,"How about a good time sweety, I can show you some things around here." She pins his arm to her shoulder spins out and twists his arm into an arm lock with surprising skill that she had not known that she could do. He falls to the ground with a scream and the other boys in his crowd look at her and become hostile. "You should not have done that homie," One of the men says as he brandishes a knife. He goes to lunge at her with the knife and she parries and checks it to the side while she kicks him in the knee. There is a crack of his knee and he goes down and starts to clutch his knee as if it had become dislocated. She thinks to herself how in the world did she do that? She was never trained in martial
23 arts, how does she know how to do techniques like that. She brushes it off and quickly gets out of the area, leaving the two thugs broken in the street. She continues down the road and eventually reaches school. She is late so she has to go to the office and get a pass. She enters the office and sees some delinquents there who are late also. They look at her and scoff because she is not one of them so they think that she is doing something on the side or something equally ridiculous. She approaches the receptionist, and she says, "Why are you late?" She thinks for a moment, and then she says, "I was at the graveyard visiting a friend." The receptionist looks at her then approvingly writes out a pass for her to go to class. She goes out of the office and down the hallway to her class. She enters the class and the teacher looks at her and puts his hand out. She gives him the pass and takes her seat in the back of the classroom. It is a social studies class and the teacher is teaching current events, in particular about the war in the Middle East. Most of the kids in the class have no clue about what is really going on in the Middle East, and are limited in the understanding to what the teachers
24 and other Adults tell them about it. "OK, how can tell me what the basic premise about what is going in Iraq right now," the teacher says to the class. Burgandy puts her hand up, but not by her own volition, it is really Wilhelm raising her hand and she blurts out, "We are there to secure Israels position in the Middle East as the sole super power in the region." The teacher looks at her confused and then her says, "Where did you learn that, that is something you certainly have not learned from watching TV or from my classes." "Um, I--," she starts to say, but the Wilhelm takes over and says, "there are many military operations in the Middle East that are geared to securing the terrorist state of Israel, there are the assassinations conducted by the mossad not to mention the black ops conducted by various intelligence organization to undermining the Palestinian efforts against Israels terror," Wilhelm states forthrightly. "How could you even possibly know what is going on over there in that kind of detail, stick to what I am teaching in the class. It's the only valid source of information because it is well researched and documented," the teacher says.
25 Burgandy thinks to herself, "Please stop, you are going to get me into trouble." "I am only speaking from things I have seen and felt, what he is teaching is a contrived lie meant to defend the state of Israel," Wilhelm responds. "Yes, but there is nothing that I can do about here, all he will do is send me out to the hall so that I cannot pollute the other students," she thinks to herself. "I will behave in a reasonable fashion, but if it is totally outlandish I will have to be sensible," he replies. Without that he fades into the background and his voice disappears for the time being. The teacher looks at Burgandy and quizzically asks her, "Why do you bring up Israel? Israel has been on the receiving end of persecution for the past 6000 years. You should realize that Israel can never be held to blame in any capacity because of the horrors and the trials that they have come through. If anything Israel needs our support above all else because they know what it is like to suffer. No one in the world has suffered as much as them, don't you think that they are guaranteed a homeland, an ancestral base?" "Well, I suppose... Burgandy says fumbling her fingers not really sure of what to say. She ponders over it
26 a little, but the Wilhelm starts speaking in her mind. "People suffer as a result of their own actions, not because of some imaginary persecutions. When something happens to a person it is because they have allowed it to happen. Israel has been allowed to terrorize people in their area with impunity. When Israel attacks someone it is called self-defense, but when someone defends them self against Israeli aggression then they are branded a terrorist. It all really depends on what side of the fence you stand on. It is easy for a Israeli supporter to get on their soap box and shove their miseries down you support because they want everyone that is neutral to jump off the fence to get on their side. In fact the Israeli authorities are wagging the USA like it is their tail. I bet the Arabs that the Israelis abuse wouldn't define themselves as terrorists, why don't you ask him about the racist policy of the Israeli Immigration Policy which states that only Jews can have citizenship in Israel even though twenty percent of their country is Arab. That is a larger percentage of minority than the blacks in America," Wilhelm’s voice continues on. Burgandy responds to the teachers question simply by saying, "What about the Israeli Immigration law that states that only Jews are guaranteed citizenship in Israel?
27 Isn't that a blatantly racist policy that castigates Arabs in the region?" "Oh my, my, that is guaranteeing the Jews a homeland, after all Israel is guaranteed for Jewish people. How could it be called Israel if there was no Jews. You have to remember that the Jewish homeland is a product of persecution and it should remain a sanctuary for Jews. There is no atrocity greater or equivocal to the holocaust. Only the Jews know suffering and it is their job to explain that suffering to the world," The teacher responds, slightly irritated by her question. One of the other students in the class pipes up and says, "We have to learn to respect the Jews because they have suffered at the hands of Antisemitism. We have to honor the Jews and place a special place in our hearts for them, even if they do something wrong to us we have to learn to turn the other cheek as Jesus has taught us and give them our coats when they ask. The Jews where the holy people and the chosen people to teach the world the Gospel of the Lord." "Oh, boy a Jeebus freak, we had enough of them when we where in the service. They always droned on and on about their Lord, but never followed any of his teachings. They were the ultimate hypocrites. They were
28 always saying one thing then doing another, they were the worst of people because of their perversion of their values," Wilhelm says in Burgandy's mind. "I don't think Jesus had that in mind when he said it, I think you are taking that slightly out of context," Burgandy says as she runs her fingers through her hair. "What you are saying is hate, it is hate for the Bible and is demonic, the Bible says that those that hate will not inherit the kingdom of God, you should repent of your hate before it is too late," the student says with a religious fervor. "Where in the Bible does it say that, I don't think your Lord would like you inventing parts to his word, I think that is written at the end of revelations," Burgandy says emphatically. "Of course it is mentioned in the Bible, my pastor told me so," he says pridefully. "Your pastor could be mistaken or willfully lying, you should read it for yourself instead of relying on what other people are telling you about it. Research is the best policy when it comes to facts," Burgandy says. "Actually what the book says is meaningless Burgandy, what matters is whether it is backed by authority. If someone in authority tells you it is true, then
29 it must be true Burgandy, so you should rely on what I say rather than going to some book to prove your point," the teacher says as he strokes his beard. "Back in the day the authority taught people who the earth was flat, does that make it true?" Wilhelm pipes in as he floats around in Burgandy's thoughts. Burgandy responds to this and says, "What about when people believed that the world was flat, that was backed by authority and it was still wrong." "You have to realize Burgandy, you make think you are right but when the majority of people tell you, you are wrong then you are wrong. You have to conform to what society tells you about what is wrong and right. There is no other way. You have to submit," The teacher says crafty. "So what you are suggesting is a false appeal to authority and popularity. If everyone is doing it then that makes it right for one to do it as well, as well as if you are told to do it you should do it because you were told by authority, that is fallacious and you know it," Burgandy replies with a scowl on her face. "You are young and have no idea how the real world works. In the real world we are right and dissidents like you get know where in society, you might as well join us
30 instead of fighting us. Fighting us is a losing battle, since you don't want to branded a racist in pop culture. It is up to you. You have the choice to do the right thing," the teacher adds smiling as he speaks. "I think you have made every possible fallacious statement in one sentence, that must be amazing, I thought it was impossible. No matter what I will stick to my ideals and virtues and will not be led astray by corrupt values," Burgandy says. "Be that way, you will get no where with that attitude. You have to be accepting and tolerant in today's society in order to get ahead. That means you must embrace and tolerate things rather than belief in yourself. You have to remember that everyone is equal and there is no difference between anyone in this world lest you make a division between people. That is the only way you can reach utopia is by serving the chosen. Knowing your place in the world is the key to survival," the teacher says reassured of his position. After all he seems to be a master of manipulating the situation. With that the bell rings and the students get up and file out of the classroom. The teacher stops Burgandy before she leaves the room and makes her stay for a bit. "You know I am disappointed in the things that you
31 have been saying Burgandy, you don't even seem like yourself today, is there something wrong?" The teacher asks with an expression of worry on his face. "No I am feeling fine there is nothing to worry about," she responds in a dignified manner. "Well since you were talking like you had inside knowledge of what is going on in the Middle East, I want a detailed report on you opinion of the war effort in Iraq. I want to know what you think on the situation and it is due by the end of the week," the teacher says to Burgandy. "Why do I have to do this paper? None of the other students have to do it," she protests pointlessly. "Think of it as extra credit, if I like it you can pretty much be guaranteed of passing this course," the teacher says as he brushes his hand through his hair. "What ever, I doubt I have any choice in the matter," She says quietly. With that she walks out of the classroom and continues down the hall. After school she continues on home. She walks down the street and she starts hearing Wilhelm's voice in her head. "I don't like that teacher he seems to be interested in the system and his only investment is enhancing the virtues of the system. We had people like that in the
32 military. They were sycophants to the system and passed down every order that the system wanted them to choke one. It was a sad sight really, watching these people bend over backwards for a system that neither cared about them or their welfare. However the crumbs that the system gave them were enough to keep them in their pecking order. They actually lived and died thinking that the system was going to give them something more than a few crumbs to subside on, but in the end they ended up getting screwed worse than anyone around," Wilhelm says in her head. "What are you talking about? I though the government cared for the people who helped it," she replies to Wilhelm. "They only care for you as long as they can use you, if you try to negotiate with them they sink you and go with someone who will work cheaper, there is always a stooge standing in line to get something done," he says to her. "That seems to be a little callous and counter productive to the spirit of national work ethic, if there is someone standing in line to do the work for cheaper, it does not necessarily mean that they can do it better," Burgandy says briskly.
33 "Of course inferior work ethic will yield an inferior product, we see it all the time, typically inferior workers will cut corners and try to do things the easy way and the product ends up being flawed. Imagine body armor that is manufactured by inferior work ethic, our troops would be trouble if the products were short-changed. People need high quality goods to make their products superior. Otherwise you are better off wearing a tinfoil shield when you go into battle," Wilhelm continues on. "What of the people who work more lazily certainly some fields are more conducive to harboring them than others. Certainly you cannot have a lazy person working in a field where there is a high quality assurance?" Burgandy says. "Well you can have these inferior workers in any field, the lazy know no bounds, they are everywhere. Even in the most technical jobs you have incompetent people who only know enough about the job to get by and then any products that they make are vastly inferior to a man who actually cares about his job and gets paid a decent wage. Most of this cost cutting is done by unscrupulous employers that want to take advantage of desperate employees. They know that there will be a labor pool of people in any field that will work for
34 whatever wages they demand. So knowing this they can set the effective price of an employee," Wilhelm says. Burgandy arrives home where she enters the house and greets her mother, who has an impatient look on her face. "Why didn't you go directly to school? They called me and told me that you were late, what took so long to get to school?" She demands. "I got side tracked mom," Burgandy says sheepishly. "What are you doing before school? It does not take an hour to get school, what were you doing, where did you go?" she continues to demand. "I told you, I got sidetracked, some thugs decided to paw me up and I had to run from them." she says. "That is no excuse, it's because you dress provocative isn't I told you not to wear a mini skirt, you are practically peddling yourself in those clothes," she replies. "You think I am some sort of two-bit whore, I told you they were pawing me up so I had to get away from them," she replies. "The Bible tells you not to dress like a whore, you must have chastity and modesty," she drones on.
35 "Yeah, according to the Bible, women have no say in anything and have to marry their rapists, if one of those men got me pregnant I could not think of anything more reprehensible than being forced to marry one's own rapist," Burgandy responds. "That is the price for being a whore," she says. "Oh so rape victims are whores now because they are just asking for it?" she replies. "The should not be peddling themselves," her mom replies. "That is the most obscene and twisted theory that I have ever heard, I knew you were born again, but I never knew you were born again retarded. All the things you say make absolutely no sense unless you have hit the bottle all day long," she replies. "Hush Satan, you are not my daughter when you talk in such ways you are the spawn of Satan, repent or else you will find everlasting hellfire as your home," she says. "Please, you are beginning to bore me, all your religiosity has failed to save you from your sins, you just ignore your sins by being born again," Burgandy says. Her mother grabs the crucifix around her neck and starts chanting a spell like it is going to strike down Burgandy like some sort of Voodoo spell. She closes her
36 eyes and starts talking in a mishmash of tongues that make no intelligible sense. "What are you doing, you get stupid every time something like this happens, it is like a ritual with you. Are ever going to think of things rationally instead of breaking down into some sort of Voodoo nonsense," Burgandy exhorts in a huff. "You wicked little demon, you know that you are whoring your ass to all the men in this town, so unclean!" she exclaims as she makes the sign of the cross and starts chanting again. "What a looney," Wilhelm's voice pops into Burgandy's head as Burgandy's mothers continues on with her little religious experience. "Our Father, who art in heaven..." She mutters in mixed up syllables and incoherent expressions as she continues on in her trance. She has essentially lost all faculties with the outside world and is oblivious to everything else that is going on around her other than the prayer that she is engaging in. Earlier in her life she would not have considered herself this overly religious, but as the born again types go they always have a tragic life, then somehow they get born again and saved by new convictions and take them completely out of control with
37 a new-found fervor that is absolutely mind bending. Burgandy leaves her in her trances and saunters off to her room where she lays down on her bed and slowly closes her eyes. "You wanted to know who exactly I was?" Wilhelm's voice echoes in her head, "Exactly who I am is hard to say because my life is tied up in so many quandaries. I was a man who lived a decent life until he was betrayed. Life took a twist for me when that missile came down and extinguished me. Many people do not value the sanctity of life until their life is no longer livable or they are dead. However I have been blessed by a story that a comrade of mine had once told me, he told me of women who collect the souls of the dead that fight hard enough and brave enough and carry on their fight even though they are gone. They form a bond with the woman and she becomes their anchor between the Astral world and the waking world. He was a strange man and I never really understood the meaning of his words, but know that they are happening to me they are making perfect sense. Blessed warriors dedicated to carry on the fight even after they have tasted death. For those that fight this blessing is a sweet victory of the stale hollowness of death. I could always sit in my grave mound reliving my life over and
38 over, but in this state I can live on through someone else. This is a blessing in disguise, and whatever Gods made me, made me to fight and carry on the torch. The man told me that people like you have to find others like me and gather them up into yourself. Then you will be able to harness the men that will fight in the final war between good and evil and the warriors will have a place in death where they can continue fighting on for the good fight against the evil that wants to burn the world in holy fire of destruction." Camp Pendleton, CA 1999 "What do you think of in the stars in the sky Eric?" Wilhelm asks a junior man sitting on the bench. "That seems to be a complex question that has many answers, depending on who you are that question could have many answers. I myself when I look up to the starts I see the souls of brave warriors that have ascended to Valhalla after their battle was over," Eric says calmly. "You really think that there is a heaven for men like us? We do reprehensible things in the name of our country and for men that see us like disposable widgets, how on earth can we be destined for such a place when we all
39 have fault?" Wilhelm asks Eric. "The fault that you have does not matter, the Gods know that we have fault, but they also know that all men have virtue. There is no such thing as an utterly wicked man, no matter how wretched a person is there is always some virtue that allows him to shine in some manner. Even the most dishonorable of men find something that they have a little too much honor to do. Also, by the same token there is no such thing as a completely virtuous man who is without fault. Even the most holy of men have done something to stain themselves, so being virtuous is not a requirement for men like us. Simply the only thing that is, is that we fight. This paradise is a place where we go to train and fight, that is why only the bravest men are selected for the task of fighting in the Ragnarok. Wretchedness or virtue does not matter, all that matters is your willingness to wield a sword against the things that would seek to harm the gods and humanity," Eric says esoterically. "So what you are saying is that no matter how bad or despicable I am does not matter, just as long as I am brave?" Wilhelm states plainly. "Virtue is not a requirement from being saved from the grave-mound. The only thing that matters is that you
40 fight the good fight. If you are a coward then you are going to die like a coward and you will be forced to relive your failures over and over in the land of Helheim. It is better to die one glorious death then to die a thousand small deaths every time you run away. You may run from a thousand arrows, but it only takes one to kill you. So you may run, but not for long, eventually every one gets struck down eventually. There is no reward for living forever, even gods die eventually, so put it in perspective, everything has a lifespan, the rock that lies in the grass eventually is eroded down and rendered obsolete by the forces of nature. Even souls and spirits are not eternal. Eventually the spirit gets recycled or falls into the shadow and is obliterated and made into a new soul. There is no such thing as eternal life as things that die eventually get forgotten. When you are forgotten then you are utterly obliterated, that is the only true death," Eric replies to Wilhelm. "So you are saying that it is good to die with deeds over your head and a legacy that you can build on?" Wilhelm asks. "As it says in the havamal, Cattle die, People die, Kinsmen die; I know one thing that never dies and that is the doom over each one dead. Even though you die your
41 fame will be spread by those that remember you. If no one can remember your existence and if there is not a single person that recollects your deeds, then you are truly dead to the world. Fame and deeds is something that you have to achieve to help your soul perpetuate itself, otherwise you will fall into the shadow where there is no escape and you will be recycled and your spirit is ground down," Eric continues on quietly. "How do you find the way to this paradise? Is there something that you have to do?" Wilhelm asks eagerly. "All you have to do is find the Valkyrie and she has to accept you as a brave warrior. Many of these woman don''t even know they are Valkyries them self until the task is at hand, but when they find out they will find the others and they will be attracted to conflict. When you bond with a Valkyrie, they will know everything that you know and they will be able to communicate with them telepathically. It is pretty interesting to know about them. Valkyries are the only thing that you as a fallen warrior can communicate with when it comes to interacting with spirits on the physical plane," Eric says flatly. "I see, I don't know if I could ever be brave enough to die in a manner where I would find a Valkyrie, but it
42 sounds like an interesting thing to do if I died, it is definitely a manner by which I can envision myself dying. How many times have I told myself that if I died I want to die a desirable death rather than being sealed up in a box watching everyone mourn me. It is sad to be remembered only in sorrow, then eventually everyone forgets and there is nothing left to mourn, and then you are forgotten except for a stone plaque that eventually erodes away with time," Wilhelm states.
43 Life and Death on the Streets "Why are these savages getting in my way, don't they know who this is?" Matt says as he tucks his 9mm Beretta into his pants. He is a stone cold man with a bad attitude, but he gets by is bravery and his guts. The police consider him a miscreant criminal by their standards, however in his mind he is waging a war against the system. He has already committed two violent offenses and the judge has already threatened to give him a life sentence if he screws up again. However, Matt regards the judge as an enemy in his world and does not care for a word that he says. From the time that he was little he always had animosity towards authority. HE just got more tenacious at it when he got older. People have tried to call him scum, a mental patient, or other obscene names in an attempt to vilify him, but none of which are entirely accurate. Matt lives by his own standards that he rigorously enforces as a matter of principle. Matt has been rather short on cash recently because of his constitutional inability to hold a job more than five seconds, so he has taken to beaten up and robbing minorities as his source of income. He thinks that taking money from them is a reasonable way of justifying his
44 position because he rationalizes that it is money that they would be untitled to in his dream society. In fact he is in a process of finding some blacks to antagonize and profit off of as we speak. He gets into his broken down Chevy Malibu and gets it into operation. It is a wonder that it is in operation because he hardly has enough money to keep the thing running. He is currently living in the poor district of town in the trailer park because that is all he can afford to live. He is not a fancy or sophisticated person, but he does have intelligence for the streets and knowing things about his environment. It is sort of things that he had picked up on the street and learned by the hard way through constant beatings and failures. He is a hard man in hard times, downtrodden by economic turmoil and inability to work desperate for survival. He is cruising along the street when he sees a few blacks walking down the street dressed rather nicely. He instantly thinks instant cash, since these are well dressed blacks rather than the crackheads from his neighborhood that don't even have pocket lint to their name. He parks the care a little ahead of the group of people and gets out of the car. He pulls out a baseball bat from the backseat and looks it over. Once he is satisfied that he has
45 everything he takes the bat and closes his door and walks down the street in the direction of the people. He looks at the blacks and without warning he swings at the leader's head and knocks him to the ground, the other two blacks stare in disbelief as he swings the bat at the second one hitting him in the head. The final one turns and runs, yet it is of no use as Matt runs him down and strikes him on the top of the head with the bat. After all three are unconscious he runs through their pockets and only finds a handful of change. "Cheap bastards, probably wasted my money on crack or something. Why are they wasting my money?" He trots away from the scene and back into his car where he drives off. This attempt for him to collect his money was unsuccessful, however more than likely he will be at it again. He goes back home where he enters his house and cracks open a cheap Gennesee beer that he could afford on his illicit income. He tried to apply for Social Security once, but they turned him down because there was nothing wrong with him and he never worked in his life, so he was ineligible. He writes his ineligibility off as the system conspiring against him and thinks that they are plotting against him in his struggle against the system. He
46 looks at his beer and it is rather warm from the cheap refrigerator he has that cannot even chill a beer. He looks at it and swigs it down anyway, after all there is still twenty-nine of them left in the fridge. Burgandy is getting ready for school when she hers her mother having a hysterical fit, she looks down and thinks, "Not again..." She goes downstairs and sees her mother running around the room with a crucifix sprinkling the walls with what appears to be water. "What are you doing?" Burgandy asks her flatly. "You have brought foul spirits into the house with your whoredom1" she shouts at Burgandy. "Do I have to call 911, this is starting to become a problem with you, you know eventually they are going to cart you away with this silliness," Burgandy says as her mother starts praying in a nonsensical fashion. "You brought spirits into my house, I can feel them, and violent ones too, they are definitely not of the lord," She says bitterly. "So you think by doing an exorcism they are going to go away?" Burgandy responds. "No spirit can resist the power of the Lord, is the almighty and all-powerful that commands all spirits!" She
47 continues on sprinkling some water onto Burgandy. "You know that is just tap water, don't you think that you need holy water for this particular ritual?" Burgandy says. "The spirits are driven out by the word of the Lord," she replies. "Then why are you dousing everything with water if all you need is the word of the Lord?" Burgandy says sarcastically. "Silence! We must purge the spirit," she says religiously. "I am going to leave you to your nonsense, I have to go to school, I cannot engage in this silliness," Burgandy responds. With that, Burgandy walks out the door shaking her head. She walks down the street when she sees a busted up Chevy Malibu pull up next to her. She stops and looks at the car and wonders what kind of loser drives a POS like this. He rolls down the window and looks at her and he smiles at her and winks. "Hey baby, where you going, I think you need a ride, you know what I mean?" he says looking at her with a wide grin on his face. "Sorry I associate with people who are slightly less
48 dirty than you," she says. "Aw don't be that way, I wanna tell you something," he says as he gets out of the car. "Get away from me you loser!" she says as she backs up a little. He gets out and looks at her and says, "Look sweety I think we got off on the wrong foot, I don't want to hurt you, I just want to ask you something" He continues on as he hardly notices the police cruisers pull up behind him, as he is continuing on with Burgandy he hears a loudspeaker echo behind him, "Freeze and put you hands in the air!" "Awe shit, it's showtime," he says as he reaches behind his shirt and pulls his pistol out from his back. He takes a couple of shots at the officers as they scatter behind the doors of their police cruisers. He shouts some obscenities as he fires and takes cover behind his vehicle for good measure. Burgandy also takes cover behind his vehicle to avoid getting shot by the police. She looks at him and says, "What the hell is wrong with you?" "Just doing what I was born to do," he says immediately looking above the car hood to see where everyone was at.
49 "If he dies, he may be a soul worth collecting, after all he has the fighting spirit, you should be able to recognize that," Wilhelm says in her mind. "Die you mongrel losers!" Matt says as he fires wildly over the car without looking at his targets. He is not exactly trained in handling firearms so he is just winging it. Most of the bullets he is firing out passes harmlessly over the officers without any injury. Running low on ammo he fires his last rounds and looks at his gun. "Shit, I'm out," he says looking at his ammunition. He gets up and rushes at the police cruisers as if it were to do something, the policemen shoot at him and their bullets cut through his body and he falls to the ground a few feet from the car. "I never got to tell you what I wanted to tell you," he says has blood leaks from his wounds and he clutches his chest. She goes up to him as he is dying and puts her hand on his chest, she feels the energy flow through her as his spirit and essence flows into her. The police come up to her with their weapons still drawn, unsure of whether she is a threat or not. The look at her and see that she has no weapon, so they ask her, "Are you alright ma’am." She looks around and she is stunned by the ringing
50 in her ears, she hears another voice as she is sitting there. "What is going on?" The voice asks irritably, "Am I dead." "Relax, who are you?" Wilhelm's voice echoes throughout her mind. "My name is Matt, what is going on, this is not the death that I had imagined, it seems to me that I am trapped in a dark place with only a glimpse of the outside world through this woman's eyes," Matt says. "You have been collected Matt, this position in your spiritual developments is transitive, as you will be in a different place in a short while," Wilhelm says. "Who are you?" Matt asks. "I am Wilhelm, A soldier that died recently in Iraq," he says. "I am a soldier of sorts too, I am a street soldier waging the fight on the streets for myself and my family," he replies. "You would not be able to find this woman if you had not been a warrior," Wilhelm says. "How do you know so much about this, this is not things that they teach you in Sunday school," Matt replies. "I never went to Sunday school so I wouldn't know, but you have to base you situation off of what is real. You
51 perception tells you that you are in this place right now so this is what is real to you," Wilhelm says. "It is like a dream, I am not sure this is real If only I could wake up now and be fighting those pig cops," he says. "It is no dream, you fate was sealed when you chose to fight, this way you can continue on fighting till the final day without the taste of the burial mound," Wilhelm says. "What are you doing in my head?" Burgandy says as one of the police officers turns and gives her a weird look. "He is like me and it would do well to get to know him Burgandy, after all he is like me and will be beneficial for us in the final days,"Wilhelm says plainly. "The final days what are you talking about are you talking about the great race war that is coming? If so then I am prepared for it, the scum of the earth shall not inherit the earth!" Matt says vehemently. "Well many people have their own conceptions what the end of the world may be like. The Ragnarok is a very personal experience that means the end of one thing and the beginning of another. Perhaps your race war, as you put it is symbolism for the ills that you see in the world. All of your complaints are valid from your perspective and the only way to reconcile them is to purge those that you
52 see as your enemies, It is a natural thing to do, to conquer yourself through the purging of your enemies," Wilhelm says retractively. "But I did not do enough, how can I fight like this, what does this mean?" Matt says in a panicked voice. "This is merely a transition, the battlefield is yet to come. You have to wait for the battle to begin to fight. This is not something that you can jump the gun about. You have to wait for the right time to come, then everything will make sense," Wilhelm calmly retorts. "So many things that I could have done, it seems that it all passed me by. How can this be, will I ever be ready when everything keeps passing me by?" Matt replies. "You have to do what you think is right and with the situation that you are in," Burgandy thinks in her mind. "Are you alright ma’am, that was a dangerous man, did he hurt you?" A mulatto officer comes up to Burgandy and asks. "Freaking halfrican scum bag, I bet he is staring at your tits," Matt says hostilely in Burgandy's head. "No, I am fine, thank you," Burgandy replies to the officer as an Ambulance pulls up and a stretcher wheels out of the vehicle. Burgandy looks around and remains sitting, she tries to listen in on what is going on around
53 her as the police handle the scene and take care of a few things. A news van pulls up and a reporter and a camera man get out of the truck and set up filming the area. They are held back by police and are prevented from entering the crime scene by the personnel there and the yellow tape. They take Matt's body in put it into a black plastic bag and zip it up on the stretcher. “Dumb bastard, Judging from the tattoos, this guy was a real winner, freaking Nazi scum,” the paramedics say as they take him away. "You think they would be more civilized when handling my body, but you seem the toss me up like a heap of meat and speak their hatreds, just goes to show you what their equality really means. They are so busy pointing out other people's hatred that they are too blind to see their own hatred. Hypocrites, the whole lot, we are better off without them in this world," Matt says with venom dripping in his voice. “We have to figure out what to do next, there is a reason that I ran into you people,” Burgandy thinks to herself. 'There are things that I need to finish, or I will never be at rest," Matt says hostilely. “You will never be at rest anymore, you are
54 attached to Burgandy here, there is no more rest for you ever until the Ragnarok,” Wilhelm protests. “I can still have things done for me and finish my unfinished business in this life, it is all I have in this life, no one can take away from me what I have to do in this life and the things that I need to complete,” Matt says. “Well they have to be reasonable things, you can't expect me to dishonor myself for you,” Burgandy replies to Matt. "Of course not, they are matters of race and the battle that has been left unfinished, I have things that I need to take care of for might fight that I did in life, it is all that I have. Without it I am empty and hollow," grant me this one thing so that I may complete my life," Matt replies. "I suppose I can do some things if they are within reason, after all I am not a mean-spirited person, I care very deeply for the people who are a part of me now," Burgandy says. "Thank you very much sister, I shall not regret this," He replies. "You know everything that he knows Burgandy so you know where he lives and how to access his stuff," Wilhelm says quietly.
55 The police look over everything and secure the scene and the witnesses. Burgandy sits in the back of one of the police cruisers and drinks a bottle of water that they have prepared for her. A plain clothes officer comes over to the vehicle and introduces himself. He is a rather Jewish looking officer with dark hair and a light olive complexion. His hair comes to Jeri curls in the front and he is neatly dressed in a suit that reflects much of himself. "Hello, I am detective Horowitz of the Hate crimes unit. You are a lucky lady, dear. This man was a vicious hate criminal that hurt many people. We have been on the look out for him for the past six months," He says politely to Burgandy as she sits there sipping on her water. "He just wanted to talk to me, I don't think that his intentions were hostile," Burgandy says in reply. "Of course he wanted to hurt you, that is what men like him do, they kidnap women and rape them for their own pleasure. Those are the types of things that these supremacists do, you have to know a beast by his deeds," Horowitz says to her. "How do you know that he is what you say, he could have been asking me for the time of day or if I need a ride," Burgandy replies.
56 "He had a rap sheet a mile long, not to mention that he does these things all the time. You have to assume that he is a vile racist person so they do these kinds of things," the detective says in reply. "Don't you think you are judging him a little hard? Even the most vile people have a shred of decency in them. There is no such thing as an utterly wretched person that is without redeeming. All people deserve at least a shot at redemption. Even the Devil is not all that bad, he just gets the sins of humanity heaped on him like the ultimate scapegoat," Burgandy responds. "You are confused, he must have used his guile on you to confuse your sensibilities, but no matter you will see the light, just remember to watch the television specials about these people and you will see how they try to twist and pervert you mind," he replies. "I have had enough of this kike bullshit," Matt's words echo in Burgandy's mind, "This filthy Jew has been associated with all sorts of lewd and illicit activity, I am a saint compared to him. His perversions are legendary in the under circles of society. Some people say that his perversions put Hugh Hefner to shame," Matt echoes in Burgandy's mind. "I am sure that you are not free from all sin that
57 you so conveniently condemn others," Burgandy says to the detective. "My dear Goyim, life is not about being virtuous, it is about being chosen and being right. There is a place for everyone, we all just live according to the Lord's design," he replies. After a while of the police analyzing the scene, Burgandy's mother's car pulls up into the area. She gets out of the car and crosses the tape to the car that Burgandy is in. She looks in the vehicle and with an angry look on her face she peers into the vehicle. "Well, well, what are we doing now? Whoring ourselves out to hardened criminals? The police told me about this man. You were turning tricks for him weren't you. I know what you are up to you filthy little beast," she chides on angrily. "It was not like that mom," Burgandy says in protest. "What were you doing with him, I bet you were blowing him in his car weren't you?" She carries on in a vile manner. "Oh please, like I have ever done that, why are you so miserable? Have you been praying all day and the nuttiness has finally seeped into your brain?" Burgandy
58 snaps back at her. How rude and uncouth, Just like a daughter of the devil to say something like that, when Jesus sees you in heaven he will say that he never knew you and you will be off to the lake of fire where you feel ever lasting pain. That is where slutty little girls like you end up when you die," She says in a religious fervor. "Have you been drinking on top of your endless praying, doesn't the Bible say that drinking too much is a sin?" Burgandy questions. There is no sin in the blood of Jesus!" She screams, some of the police officer's heads turn to look, but quickly resume their activities. Burgandy stands there with her hand over her face embarrassed by the way that her mother is acting. "So you are saying that you can sin no more because your were saved?" "You are saved by the baptism of the Lord, once you are saved by the blood of Jesus you can never sin again because the power of the blood blocks all sin, it is written in his word that there is no sin that can over come the blood of Jesus," she exclaims. "So you think that by drinking wine is going to alleviate you from your sins because it is the blood of the
59 Lord?" "The greater your sin the greater amount of the blood you need," "I hope you get cirrhosis from this nonsense and need a liver transplant because you needed to be saved by the blood," Burgandy responds. She looks at Burgandy with a glassy stare in her eyes. It is a look of a person that has been sucked into a false belief and is tormented by their own actions, but actively seeks a way to find a vocation from their wrongs rather than facing them like a person should. She has the how look on her face, but lacks the why. She could never possibly grasp the concept of personal responsibility because in her faith it is something that she should avoid like a plague. She actively chooses the band-aid solution to the problems that she faces and approaches them with a topical regard, gingerly covering up one wrong with another wrong. This allows for her to avoid any responsibility in anything that she does because ultimately it is not her responsibility for her actions but is God's divine will and it will happen anyway. "I tire of hearing this old hag speak, she reminds of those hypocritical street corner preachers that pass out Bibles on Halloween, it is truly despicable," Matt says with
60 a vile tone in his voice. "It could be worse, I imagine if she started her Bible rolling earlier when would have been turning Burgandy off to the ancient world. No matter what blinders you have to the world, the ancient world is still what it is no matter how you want to sugar coat it. The lions still eat the lambs and that is the way it has always been. There is no way to get around that fact. You will have aggressors and victims no matter how you look at it, it is the nature of survival," Wilhelm says Burgandy turns and heads off down the street in order to go to school. She does not ask anyone if she could go, she figures she is a big girl and can leave when she wants. Nobody pays attention to her leaving the scene as she departs and she walks down the short jaunt it takes her to get to the school building. She looks at her watch and sees that this spectacle has already made her late for school. She presses on so that she is not entirely late, these occurrences are playing hell on her schooling, if she is not getting into shoot outs, weird voices are commanding her to go to places that she has no clue about, she would say that this is conducive to a good learning environment. She gets to the school building and enters, she
61 walks to her class and takes her seat, the teacher looks at her in revulsion and says,"Late again Burgandy? This is become a rather distressing situation," the teacher says as she takes her seat and everyone looks at her. "Someone got shot on my way to school and the police wanted to ask me some questions," she says to the teacher. "Yeah, right, like that is happening everyday, at least you didn't say that you got abducted by aliens, that would have been more believable," the teacher says in revulsion at Burgandy. "I need not justify where I have been, my answers to your questions should explain themselves," Burgandy says. "You know they all say that, you may be late, that means I am not reviewing what I went over for you, you will have to read it in the book," the teacher says to Burgandy. "Whatever..." Burgandy replies. "We left off on, civil rights and why it is so important to give blacks the reparations that they deserve for the horrible crimes that they endured at our hands for generations," the teacher drones on. "That's horseshit," Matt says blindly, "Blacks deserve
62 no reparations from us, that generation died years ago, our generation did nothing to them and we are expected to hand them the world." "Didn't the generation that caused the blacks injury die out years ago, what reparations do we owe them today? That is like punishing my son for something that I do, it is unfair to people who are otherwise innocent of those charges that you accuse them of," Burgandy blurts out in the classroom. "Ah, I see there is someone who does not understand the ramifications of the effects of atrocity. It is like the Germans in WW2 that harmed the Jews, there is no repayment that can cause the end of the reparations, in effect the sons are guilty for what their fathers had done. That is the white man's way to abuse others and there has to be justice for those that suffered at their hands, there is no crime greater than what white people have done to the world and it is every man’s duty to make sure that white people everywhere pays for their sins against the innocent people of the world," the teacher says to the class. "Don't you think that you are painting things with broad strokes here. You assume that every white man is an inherent racist beast that is looking to pillage the
63 world. Look at the achievements of the white man, they far outweigh that of any non white civilization, who is defiling the notion of truth with distortions and misinformation, it seems more like you are interested in getting on your political soap box than teaching us unbiased information. Do you honestly fear white men so that you see a racist around every street corner and lamppost? This is ridiculous, people should be fair with their dealings not cloaking their rhetoric in nobility," Burgandy responds. "Ho, ho, ho, who is spreading lies now, what I am saying is common knowledge ask anybody on the street and they will agree with me, you have to conform with the society's norms or otherwise you are a vile racist, you don't want to be a racist now do you?" the teacher says. "What you are proposing is a false dichotomy, there are hundreds of choices to choose from but you only present two choices in a manner so that I would prefer one over the other, preferably the on that you have predestine to be the appropriate choice," Burgandy says in response to the teacher. "There is only two choices in the world Burgandy, there is the rational choice then there is the racist choice, if you have been paying attention to my classes you would
64 have realized that. You always have to choose the choice that is the rational choice, for the racist choice will lead you to the road of perdition," the teacher replies to Burgandy's remark. "That is complete bullocks," Burgandy says in disgust towards the teacher, "Since when are their choices that are solely racist and solely rational, there are thousands of choices to choose from, not just the narrow scope of what one would perceive as racist or rational, but I guess you are too blind to see that." The teacher's face turns bright red like a ripe cherry, and he looks as if he were about to explode. How dare this goyim be defiant to him. Do the Gentiles not know their place? He clenches is fists tightly to this defiance to the politically correct doctrine and calmly returns to normal functioning. He knows that this is not the place for him to lose his temper, lest he lose he loyal supporters for trivial reasons. He in turn says to her, "Savage lies you speak, where have you heard such things, certainly not from any approved sources." "If you hide the truth from people they eventually see it for what it is. You cannot hide like cockroaches when the lights come on for all eternity, eventually people start questioning, and they start seeing. It is the
65 inevitable result of things. You cannot live behind a lie forever." Burgandy says strongly. "Ah, but don't you think that you are the one that is telling lies, after all, I am the ambassador of truth, I am the teacher, my information comes from years of understanding things that you couldn't even comprehend at your state," the teacher says slyly. "Even the smartest man in the world can be wrong about things or be biased, there is no sacred truth except for what you hold to be self-evident. Great nations were built on these premises and were dissolved when their truths became lies that no one held to any longer. Rome was built on nobility, blood, sweat and tears. Then five hundred years later it becomes a hotbed of lies and iniquity where it falls and pales in comparison to its former glory," Burgandy says stoically. "In order to pass my class you have to state information and believe the things that good Americans believe. Good Americans believe in their duty to political correctness. People that dissent from that sacred truth will be losers and failures all their lives, that is the reality of things," The teacher responds. "So essentially you are creating a class of haves and have-nots. These people will be divided and they will
66 have nothing but the scraps that you feed them off the table. Beware when there are more have-nots than haves, lest they up rise against you and steal what is on your table," Burgandy says. "It is better to go with the crowd rather than face the consequences of being a rebel," The teacher says. "I would live a thousand years and never be led like a sheep," Burgandy says confidently. As they are speaking the time for the class comes up and the buzzer rings concluding the class. The teacher looks at the clock on the walk as all the students quickly pack their bags and file out of the classroom. Burgandy looks around and sees that the teacher is eyeballing her intently and she gets a shiver down her spine just attempting to think what he could be thinking about.
67 At Odds With The World "How many times do I have to tell you that you are nothing but a harlot? You sin and sin and there is no end to the vileness of what you do," Burgandy's mom hisses from behind hostile eyes. "I told you mom that simply because I do not follow what you follow does not make me some unrepentant sinner. You do not need to live you life filled with God to live decently, I know whatever Gods made us, made us different," Burgandy says. "You have lost your faith, you will never get into heaven unless you have faith in the one and true God, every body else is doomed to hell. As the good preacher Phelps says unless you follow the Church of Christ you are doomed to eternal hellfire!" she shouts loudly. "What mother would damn her only child to eternal fire, what happened to family integrity, are you so drunk on God that you have lost your senses? I think you need to be knocked down a couple of notches. I know you like going around with that doom prophet Reverend Phelps and spreading hate in the name of Christ, but you are obsessed with it and it is no longer productive to you. You have become a freak," Burgandy says. "It is better to be a freak than to be God's enemy.
68 God will burn all of his enemies in eternal hellfire for all eternity. Any one that does not keep his covenant will suffer eternal torment in the lake of fire. They have already been judged the only thing left now is the execution," she says wildly. Burgandy looks at her in disgust and storms out of the house. She walks down the street trying not to think about her mother's hatred. "Why do you put up with that?" Wilhelm's voice echoes in her skull. “I don't know, it is something that I have to put up with because she is my mother, it is hard to describe,” she says. "No mother should talk to her child that way, mothers are supposed to live their children, not openly badger them because their God commands them to. When Odin created Askr and Embla from the trees, he did so, so that the mothers and fathers could love their offspring not be enemies with each other. People that come from the same tree have a connection with each other. We need that connection to bond between people so that people can love one an other. Not create wedges in each other," Wilhelm says. "She never used to be like that until she started
69 seeing that pastor Phelps guy. After learning things from him she started slowly going downhill ever since. It started getting worse and worse until she just started losing her mind. That pastor has some sort of mind control over people, there has to be something done about it before her mind is totally rotted by his bullshit," Burgandy says. "We are not yet strong enough to do something about it, but the more people that we collect the stronger we will get. I since there is a man at the hospital that may need you Burgandy. I sense he is strong in faith. It may be good for us to go find him and we will be able to take him with us. May the Gods be blessed," Wilhelm says. "That is funny I never sense things other than when people are about to get froggy. I don't know what it is but that is the way things are. I suppose it is just fate but I think that is my street sense carried on in me even after my death," Matt interjects. "When we are born from the well of wyrd, we are each born with specific qualities. Each of those qualities manifest themselves in different ways. Also the same with out spiritual selves. Some people are more in tune with the spiritual world and that makes them understand things
70 about spiritual matters more clearly because they can sense it better than normal people. Since Burgandy is a battle maiden she can use all of our abilities as she collects them. Making her the most powerful of all of us," Wilhelm says. "Your flattery is nice but it is unneeded, we are all here to do what we need to do," Burgandy say demurely. "You should know your worth Burgandy, there are men that have lived and died searching for their worth and have yet to find it," Wilhelm says. "I know one thing is true, and the strength of a person is nettled in their soul, there is no taking that away. You can live for a thousand years and have everything taken away, but they can not tear your soul from you, I learned that the hard way in my life, even in the end they could not break my spirit even though they slander my name," Matt says obliquely. "I guess you guys are right, no matter how much they tear you down the spirit is the testament to the faith behind your actions. For our faith flows from our spirit, many people miss that point. The spirit is more complex than simple notions of good or bad, It is something that has many dimensions associated it," Burgandy says. "I am glad that you could learn that girl, maybe one
71 day when you die you will be in Valhalla with us drinking proudly and waiting for the Ragnarok to come. Until that day, we have to wait and patiently fight our battles to nature's decree. After all we must follow the orlog that is on our shoulders since we cannot defy fate," Wilhelm says. "So you are sensing the next soul at the hospital?" Burgandy asks Wilhelm. "That is correct, he is an old spirit. Decidedly before my time, but I think that he could be useful. I do not know who is until you get closer but I think that his experience would be a boon to us," Wilhelm says. Burgandy continues down the street and walks in the direction of the city hospital. She walks by small stores and shops until the city appears to become more built up. The one story structures and shops turn into multistory shopping centers and there is a ten story building that has markings of the public hospital on it. Burgandy looks at it and makes sure it is the right place, however since it is the only hospital in the area she decides that it is the right place and decides to enter. She walks through the sliding glass doors and sees a large lobby when she enters. There is a receptionist desk at the entrance, but it is more of an information stand and she disregards it.
72 "The soul is close, go down this hallway and continue down until the end. It is somewhere around here," Wilhelm says. Burgandy continues down the hallway and looks into each of the rooms waiting for Wilhelm to tell her whether it is the right place or not. None of the staff bother here, figuring that she is merely looking for someone in particular, which is true. She does no know who. She continues down the hall and comes across the oncology ward. Since this is a public hospital it is loaded with much of the riff raft that frequent these places for every ache and cold, using the local hospital as their doctor call. Burgandy wades through these people trying to sense for the person that she is looking for. The rooms are crowded with many people and the staff is lacking, trying to make do with what they have. "Burgandy, wait there is someone in one of these rooms in this area," Wilhelm says. Burgandy turns and looks at one of the signs of the rooms and sees that the names of the occupants are listed on the walls. She turns and looks at one of the names and sees the name on the wall is listed as: "Adolph Schwarz." It looks promising to her and she enters the room. She looks around in the room and sees an aged old man sitting
73 there with all sorts of tubes and machinery sticking out of him. He is obviously in the late stages of cancer and he has a tired and haggard expression on his face. Burgandy looks on him and asks his name. "Excuse me, sire, Who--" Burgandy starts to say before she is cut off. In a thick accent he responds, but somewhat incomprehensibly, "Whats that dear, I can barely hear you, you gotta speak up, at my age I have little senses left." She looks at him and tells him her name and asks him what he is doing here. He looks back at her and scoffs, "I have cancer deary, what do you expect? I am dying." "When do you expect to die Mr. Schwarz?" Burgandy says to him. "It could be any day now, I just keep on shrinking away until I have nothing left, I have no family, no meaning in life. I don't know why but at this age it seems your life is defined by your descendants, I have spent four years in this hospital and day after day there has been no one to see me, some days here I just feel as though I am invisible," Adolph says. "I am sure that there is some purpose for your life, I mean a man cannot live as long as you have and have
74 nothing to show about it," Burgandy responds. "Trust me honey, there are things I have done that people would be scared at. I have lived long enough to reflect on those actions, I call it duty and others call it monstrosity. Maybe you would care to hear if you dare sweety," he responds. "Perhaps we should listen to what he says, he could have a lot to teach us from his vast experience," Wilhelm's voice echoes through Burgandy's skull. “What do you have to say old man, I am sure that you have lived a long life. Tell us about yourself,” she says whimsically to the old man. “Well my life is full of tragedy, I have seen my fatherland rise and fall then it became disgraced. Something that was the well of our people turned into the most vile reprehensible thing in the universe. I fought for my country with my heart and soul, yet it was for nothing. We gained nothing but despair for our efforts. It is one of the most disheartening things I can witness. Something that meant so much to the people vilified in such a horrific fashion. I am the last of my generation that actually remembers the old world the way that it was. Look at it now, it is run into the ground without mercy by foreigners and the other scum of the universe. I have not
75 told anyone this but I would give anything to have my dying nation back,” the old man says to Burgandy. “He seems to be a soldier from the old world. Our world is alien to him now, ask him more about it. I am sure that he has more to say,” Wilhelm says to Burgandy. “Who did you fight for sir, who is you nation?” Burgandy asks. “The only nation worth mentioning, the great and glorious Reich. I was injured in the war and they gave us nothing after the war, we got shat on. There was no health care or consolation for us. We were treated as though we never existed while people were not busy hunting us down as criminals. Think about it. You fight for your nation and in the end you are treated like a common criminal. We had to follow orders, the only no men in the organization where the men that were six feet under the ground. The only option was to follow orders at the very stake of your life. Nobody understands the concept of duty anymore. We all shared a vision and that vision failed in the end. The whole world was against us. When I served in the glorious Waffen SS, we served with honor, we committed no atrocities that I can remember. We did what we needed to do for the service of our people. We shared the Fuhrer's vision and followed him to
76 the end, but the world was turned against us and we had to flee from the very parasites that fed off of our fatherland in the early days. We fought to prevent Wiemar Germany from happening and despite our best efforts it happened anyway. Perversion, filth and vileness are the codes of today. They boasted about how they were bringing liberty to the country but in the end they have enslaved it with their thought control laws,” the old man continues on. “How do you feel about that today?” Burgandy asks. “I don't know how I feel about it today, I am trapped in an older time, the values of today are meaningless to me because they lack duty and discipline. There is no more duty to you people anymore, everyone wants to be multicultural and blend everything. That is contrary to everything that I have been taught. It seems that the militant left is the new right in the world and they seem to be pushing their agenda on to everything and everyone. I don't think that we can tolerate this, and my lifestyle may die with me. It is sad to see a generation of greatness wiped out by a degenerate generation. We must do something about this or our culture will be lost,” the old man says while starting to yawn. “Well are you feeling alright? I man I sensed you in
77 here while I was walking through,” she responds. “Don’t worry about me deary, I am almost a goner, I could go at anytime now. I am only tethered to life by a small thread. The cancer has spread so far that I don’t no how it is gonna affect me now, I could expire as we speak, so don’t worry dear it is only a natural part of life,” the old man says to her. “You know that death is not the end, you can still carry on the fight if you so wish even after you have passed,” Burgandy says. “I have never heard of that, the only thing that I have heard is the hogwash from the Lutheran ministers telling me that I am going to hell because I am the scum of the universe. They cannot even hold their values in the correct fashion, that is not orthopraxy, that is slavish dogma,” the old man says. “Well anyway death is not a finite event. It is a transitive process to the next life where you can carry on the fight where you left off. All you have to do is pass into the next life to become one of the Einherjar. I am sure that you have battled hard in your life to take on that worthy name or else we would not have sensed you. You share the same blood that we all bleed and I can sense that you are worthy,” Burgandy continues on.
78 “You say that there is a bond between us, but who are you? Are you the same as those religious preachers that are always cramming their religion down everyone's throat. I knew people like that before, they are not worth my time,” the old man says. “I ain't one of those people who preach damnation to the world. I know people like that and they are a riot but they get on your nerves after a while. I am here to find like-minded people who can share a vision. You are dying, what else do you have to lose?” Burgandy replies. “I believe you, you don't seem to be beating people down with Bibles or anything. However, I don't know. What is in it for me? Why should I fight another battle for the benefit of another? After all these battles I have fought it just does not seem worth it anymore,” he replies. “It is entirely worth it, battles are fought everyday for the very breath that we breathe. It is the ond that flows through our essences. If you only begin to understand it your eternal life will have new meaning. Faith in ourselves and our forefathers is how we define our existence. If we did not have that faith then our lives would be meaningless. Have some faith brother so that you do not lose yourself,” Wilhelm says through Burgandy.
79 “Faith in our race is all that we have, if there were no race then there would not be our people and our works would disappear, atomized through constant bombardment of alien culture, that is something that you were taught in the old world. You need to have your faith in the people lest you be lost forever,” Matt says through Burgandy. The old man stares at her confused by the flow of the conversation. To him it seems as though she is talking as other people, oblivious to the other spirits that are communicating through her. He coughs a dry hack and looks at her trying to make heads or tales of what she is saying. He finally looks and says, “Ha, how many people are in there, either you are divinely inspired or you have a major screw loose, but it does not matter, I will tell you the tale of my life before I die, you can hear what I have to say, I have held it in for so long because it was not fashionable to say. However, who cares now. I am gonna die and there is no stopping it, so therefore I have nothing more to lose. We have to tell our tales before we die and there is no exception for now. I cannot die without someone hearing my final testimony. I am so happy that you are here to hear my tale,”he says to her. She pulls up her seat to get a little closer to him and listens in on what he has to say.
80 Auschwitz 1941 “Captain Schwarz, we have a new shipment of inmates coming in from Treblinka today, what should we do with the ones that are occupying the stockade barracks?” A field sergeant says to the rather younglooking office in the Waffen SS uniform. “We will have to make room for them, after all they are crowded now, if they don't build some new camps here soon we cannot expect to keep feeding the prisoners. We will have to convert one of the guard barracks into a prisoner quarters. The staff there now will have to camp out in the lawn for a while until we can get new structures built. We are piling people on top of each other here. Pretty soon a good part of the population will be taken by the typhus. Our sterilization system is barely keeping up with new arrivals and they keep spreading lice and other nasty infections throughout the population. This is a logistics nightmare. We need bigger spaces to keep all these people otherwise we will have a pandemic spreading throughout the camp,” Schwarz answers him. “We don't know exactly who but there is a rumor that there are prisoners riling up others in the facility. If we are not careful we my have a riot on our hands. I don't know if we have the manpower to suppress a full-scale
81 riot,” the sergeant says. “If a riot breaks out then will have to suppress it, even if we have to use lethal action against them. After all we have to keep up discipline at all times throughout the camp. If they don't want to get shot then they will stay in line, we cannot cater to their every need they are prisoners,” Schwarz replies. “We have a general idea who the agitators are, but we cannot segregate them because they are posing as religious ministers and act as though they are tending to their flock,” the sergeant says. “We have to segregate them before the passover, if they are still there for the passover we may have a work strike on our hands and we may have to discipline people so. We can head this trouble off if we segregate them before then, go ahead and do that if that is the problem,” Schwarz says. “Well eliminating the source of the problem would probably be the most efficient way of handling the situation sir,” the sergeant says to him. “Perhaps, but causing people to wantonly disappear may raise questions, we have to isolate these people so that they do not create a ruckus,” Schwarz says. In the prisoner barracks there were people milling
82 about. A large population of the prisoners were ethnic Jews that had committed usury against Germans. They were criminals and they had violated the law. They had specific duties in the camp and everybody was expected to produce for the German war machine in the east. Schwarz ran the camp diligently and was running under limited resources with the surplus of people at the camp. He desperately needed more resources otherwise he was going to have a major catastrophe on his hands. He already had 30 percent of his camp die from infection due to the typhus epidemic due to the close quarters and lack of hygiene in the camp. The standard procedure when dealing with these infections was to burn the bodies so that they could no longer infect the other people in the camp. The camp crematorium was small and had a hard time keeping up with the piling bodies. There were rumors that some of the camp staff were getting infected too which was putting stress on the camp to resolve the situation. They needed to find a better way to dispose of the bodies rather than the small-scale methods that they were working with. “Where is the food, you call this a ration?” a bemoaning prisoners yelps out in the chow line. He is angry that they are cutting rations in half because there is
83 not enough to go around. “You get what you get, maybe if you were not busy ripping off the German people you wouldn't be here,” one of the attendants of the chow line retorts back to him. “This is barbaric, we deserve better than this,” the prisoner moans on and on,” the prisoner moans. “You are at a work camp you are here to work not get restaurant service, so deal with it,” the attendant snaps back at him in an angry tone. “We are innocent, we only want to please our God nothing more,” the man says to the attendant. “Your God has no place here, the only thing that will set you free here is work now take your plate,” the attendant says as he slops the food on the plate. The man looks in the distance and puts his head down as he takes his plate and sits down with a group of people who look like him. They look around to see if there are any guards in earshot range and then they start talking quietly among themselves. “Brothers, we are under the same slavery that Moses found himself under during the times of the pharaoh, we should work to exploit this to become more profitable in the future,” one of the prisoners with a beard says to the others, who listen intently.
84 “We will never leave here, are you kidding we cannot exploit anything, we will die with nothing,” one of the other prisoners says quietly. “You are thinking of the short-term, Christians are taught to hate us because they accuse us of killing their imaginary Christ,” another pipes up. The one with a beard strokes his beard and looks at them as he says, “Look, this is a tragedy, but even in the face of misery we will still have hope to spin this into an instrument of our own design and show the world that we are truly God's chosen ones.” They look at each other and notice that the guards are approaching so they hush themselves up and resume their focus on eating. Captain Schwarz walks into the chow hall to see how things are going. He looks around to make sure that the prisoners are getting fed. “I noticed that the prisoner's rations are shortened this month, is this usual?” He asks one of the attendants of the chow line. “Yes sir, we do not have enough to go around so we have to divide what we have among everyone. The supply lines are starting to dry up. I heard a rumor that the medical department does not have enough medicine for every one so people are catching the typhus and dying in
85 their beds,” the attendant says to Schwarz. “We have to be realistic about things, we have to deal with what we have, people are going to die but we are severely underfunded to take care of all these people,” Schwarz says to the attendant. “People are not going to look upon this favorably and the prisoners can use this as a motivation to act up,” the attendant says. “I know, we have to deal with what comes. Whatever happens it will be inevitable,” Schwarz says. “We have enough problems with prisoners trying to hoard things and acting up in the camp, it is only a matter of time before something happens, we have to be prepared,” the attendant says. “Preparation will be adequate, if anything happens we can simply suppress it,” Schwarz says. There is a commotion in the hall where the people are eating and a group of guards bring a prisoner up to Schwarz. He was bound at the wrists and had a haggard expression on his face. One of the guards leading the prisoner looks at Schwarz and says, “We caught this one trying to steal rations and supplies from the quartermaster's building.” Schwarz looks at him and asks him, “Is this true, we
86 provide for you here and you are willing to steal from us for your own needs. Perhaps you are forsaking everyone else and helping yourself and a small circle of people that you have determined are better than everyone else here, is this true?” “We are starving here, we have nothing. We are damned if we have and if we have not, but in the end God will provide for us over your broken backs,” the prisoner says defiantly. Schwarz looks at him and draws his pistol, “Would you stake your life on what you say? Your only god is necessity, you selfishly do for yourself without regard for the others here.” With that he fire as single shot from his pistol at the man striking him in the head. His head snaps back and his body goes limp. The other guards get a stretcher and place the body on it and they escort it out of the area to the crematorium where they can dispose of the body. Schwarz turns to the other prisoners in the facility and says, “Let this be an example to all of your, this man was caught stealing from the rest of the prisoners. The more people steal the less we have for everyone else. So in effect his actions were causing the rest of the population to starve by his selfish actions. We need
87 discipline in this facility. People cannot be helping themselves to whatever they want at all times because it makes conditions worse for everyone else. Don't we provide for you, don't we feed you and you want to steal from us? Look at this man that stole and look where it got him. You have to be realistic about your position. You are here to work, not steal.” Adolph recovers from his memory as Burgandy sits there listening to him. At that point one of the nurses comes in and sees Burgandy there. The nurse says, “Are you family? Mr. Schwarz has been here a long time and he has never had a visitor.” “I am here visiting but I am not family, I signed in at the nurses station to see him so I guess I am the closest thing to family he has got.” “I see, well things are not looking too good for him right now, we have him on strong painkillers because of the spread of the cancer,” she says as she fidgets a folder in her hand. “Well, I have to go I have things to do,” Burgandy says to her. Adolph looks at her and waves his hand, she packs up and takes the things she is carrying with her and exits
88 the room. She leaves the hospital and continues back home. She does not want to go back home because she knows that her mother will be getting on her case about not being Christian enough and something about sexual repression in her usual rants. Burgandy cringes at that fact but knows that she has to go home and take it. After all she is a big girl and she is not made of glass, she can take whatever her mother throws at her. She arrives home and her mother is sitting on the porch thrashed out of her mind. From a distance it looks like she is talking to herself, more like arguing with her self while holding a bottle of Jack in her hand. “Well the little tramp is out peddling her ass again, you know that is what you do when you go out. I thought I taught you better than that, but I know what you are you little harlot,” she drones on in an incomprehensible manner. “I see we have had our breakfast beer this morning mom,” Burgandy replies. “What are you talking about? What time is it?” she says drunkenly. “It's noon and you are tanked already that must be a new record, is your God alcohol?” Burgandy says to her. “Don't you take the Lord's name in vain like that you
89 know nothing about the mysteries of the Lord,” she says. “I guess on of the mysteries is screwdrivers in the morning so that you can enhance your thinking faculties, is that right?” Burgandy says smartly. “The is nothing wrong about drinking, even the bible says to drink,” she replies. “The Bible says to drink in moderation, only fools drink more than their share,” Burgandy quotes. “Please, that's rubbish, Jesus turned the water into wine, why would he do that if we couldn't drink?” she says slurring her speech. “Just because he turned water into wine does not mean that we drink wine like water, in proverbs it says that people should drink in moderation,” Burgandy reiterates. She waves her hand in the air disapprovingly and saunters inside to get another bottle. Burgandy follows her into the house and continues up the stairs to her room. She then proceeds to lay down in her bed and go to sleep. Several hours later she is woken by the sound of her cell phone ringing. She hastily opens her eyes and answers the phone. She does not immediately identify the people on the other end of the phone but eventually they
90 say they are from the hospital. They inform her that Mr. Schwarz had passed in his sleep. They did not know who else to call because he listed no next of kin and the only number that was listed was the number from when she had signed in from the visit at the hospital. They were just calling her to inform her that he had died and if she wanted to see his body they would have it available for the next couple of days. After they discussed that on the phone Burgandy hung up and went back to sleep. The next day Burgandy woke up and went downstairs for breakfast. Her mother was still passed out from drinking all night and was unconscious in her bedroom. Burgandy prepared for herself some breakfast and some other things to eat. “You should go down to the hospital today and collect that soul,” Wilhelm's voice echoes through her head. “I will, I will, “ Burgandy thinks back at him while she was crunching on her cereal. “He can be a great benefit to us because he knows things from the other side of the fence of what we are commonly allowed to learn,” Wilhelm replies. “He seems to be from the other side of the fence, his experience are from places that we cannot begin to
91 comprehend. He experienced World War 2 from the eyes of the our supposed enemy and held their values. I am surprised that they did not round him up for the trials that were floating around shortly after the War as a criminal,” Burgandy says. “What he did is in the past, the world has already judged that generation so therefore the blame has already been cast even if it has been cast rather hastily,” Wilhelm says to Burgandy. “We all have things that is required for us to do, so of the things we do we may not like but we have to be pragmatic about reality and do what we have to do. We cannot escape fate,” Burgandy replies. With that Burgandy leaves to go to the hospital, she shuffles some things into her purse and goes about her way. She exits the house and closes the door behind her. She walks down the street and continues on to the hospital which is not too far away. She enters the hospital and goes to the morgue and asks them about a recently deceased person. The tell her the number of a bed in the morgue and she goes in there and looks at the bodies lined up along the walls of the facility. She goes to the number of the one that they told her to go to and she starts to feel a particular tingling going down her back. She lifts
92 the sheet on his face and looks to see if it is the right man. He has a solemn and quiet look on his face and his skin looks placid in the light. She sort of hears a whispering from the body that seems to get a little louder as she listens. “Hello, is anybody there? Can you hear me?” A voice echoes from inside of the body. Burgandy thinks, “I can hear you, you are residing in this body. Do you want for me to take you?” She asks. “Why would you take me? What have I done?” the voice asks her mildly. “Have you forgotten what you told me? You lived your life dutiful to your nation. You fought and bled just as much as anyone could bleed. You have lived a very courageous life despite what the world thinks about you,” Burgandy thinks back at the voice. “What happens if I go with you? What then?” the voice responds to her. “You will fight on until the day of the Ragnarok where you will wage the final battle for the Gods of our people,” Burgandy thinks. “That sounds nice, if they are the Gods of my people I suppose I can do it. After all, I spent my entire life fighting for what my country stood for, why would I
93 stop when the progenitors of our people demand that we fight for them?” the voice says. “If you are willing you may join us, it is a gesture that we are extending you, in the end the choice is yours,” Burgandy says. “What else do I have to lose, my body is dead but my soul lives on. Maybe there is something that I have to live for beyond the confines of the mortal coil. At this point it seems that death is only the mask to a larger world. One cannot say what this world is unless they have tasted death. It seems almost surreal and the most unreal part of it is just how little we know of it, it is totally detached from anything that I had learned in life. It seems that death is merely a transition to a whole new level of existence,” the voice says. Burgandy puts her hand over the body and feels the life essence flow into her from the body. The body just rests there now devoid of any spirit or manifestation. It is simply something there to now rot and disappear with the passage of time. Burgandy looks up and she feels the spirit as a part of her now. A world flashes before her eyes as she takes in all of his experiences and soon realizes that she can now speak German. Something that she could not previously do.
94 She hears Adolph's voice echoing in her head as he comes into focus. The things that he had experienced in life now become a part of her memory and she reflects on some of his memories as the flow in her mind. She sees images of war and terror flash before her eyes and she sees the betrayal of people as if it happened yesterday. She basically sees the life of a man who had to hide his shame all his life. She thinks on this and the only thing that she can feel for him is regret that he had to hide everything his whole life. However, that is fate and there is no reason to keep dwelling on such things, even with this the fate played itself out and there is no way to alter or change it for it is already written.
95 Twisted Metal “Is everything alright?” A young-looking police office asks as a gang of thugs crowd around him. One of the thugs looks at him and says, “There ain't nothing goin' on, we just around here trying to make a buck.” The officer looks at them and convinced that they are not doing anything illicit he continues on his beat. He returns to his police cruiser and gets in trying not to rattle the local gang bangers because in the neighbor hood that he is in nobody will help him if the natives get hostile. It is hard to say what will happen in a given night, but one thing is clear is that these men put themselves in danger everynight when they go out on the streets. The officer is a young man from the local area. He is not from the heart of the city that he patrols. He is akin to a person that looks from the outside in. He cannot exactly relate to the people that live in the area that he patrols because he has never lived the and cannot relate to the things that they relate to. He grew up differently and that is all apparent in the streets that he walks. He sticks out on those streets and is sort of green to look out for the nuances that locals there are trained to pick up on. The more he
96 tries it seems the more that slip by his fingers. He is an honest man, all though he is a little under trained. The most experience that he has for the job is the training that he received at his police training and college. Not much real world material to learn from, but he manages from the training that he has received. He walks down the street checking the cars on the side of the road to see if they have payed their parking fees. HE check the side of the street for the meters to make sure they are not in the red. As he is checking them, he hardly notices the vehicle speeding down the road. It is a red Ford Focus moving at high speed, he sees it out of the corner of his eye, but his body does not move in time and the vehicle strikes him from behind. He smashes the windshield on the vehicle and does sort of a somersault over the hood landing on the concrete behind him. He looks down at his feet and realizes that he has lost feeling in his legs and blood from his brow starts to cause his eyes to sting. He tries to move but the pain is far too excruciating for him to move properly. He takes his left arm, which is undamaged and radios in for help. Within minutes there is an ambulance there with paramedics placing him on a stretcher. The fire departments trucks also show up as well to the
97 emergency, however their job duties are relegated to helping the paramedics care for him. “Excuse me sir, are you ok?” one of the paramedics asks him as they flash a light into his eyes. Another paramedic places a neck break collar around his neck as they are worried about any possible spinal injury. They check his vitals and look him over before loading him into the ambulance to take him down to the hospital. The ambulance speeds off to the hospital and there are people hooking up Ivs to his body to prevent him from going into shock. The ambulance gets to the hospital and the people quickly shuffle him out of the vehicle and in the the ER as quickly as possible so that he can get treated. By this time he is already passed out and not responding to anyone. The paramedics rush him into a treatment room where the ER doctor comes in and looks at him. “We have a patient with severe trauma to the head and body, it was an auto accident, there is profuse internal bleeding and multiple broken bones,” one of the paramedics tells the doctor. The doctor looks at him and applies some clamps to some of the bleeding to help control the bleeding from pooling under his skin, there is already profuse bruising and the clamps applied to the arteries seem to be slowing
98 down the internal bleeding. If you enjoyed reading this preview, then please wait for this book to finish being written, it will be available on Amazon.com hopefully by the end of the year. Many thanks to those who have helped me write it.