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Cain · **04-07-2014, 05:27 PM**

Those bodies stank.

Oh, I'm sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jimmy Goldsmith. I am a camera man for Xtreme Wrestling Federation. I gotta say, right now I am not a happy camper. It's the middle of the night and I've been digging since like noon. Three graves down. One to go. Of course I find this very confusing since he only has three opponents and I...wait...nah...he couldn't be thinking that.

He looked down at me and let me tell you, feeling the giant sociopath's stare sent chills down my spine. He sat there on a rock, his ice blue eyes focused on poor me. I frowned as he chuckled under his breath. This ellicited a response.

"What? You've a problem with me watch you dig?

I sighed.

"Umm...no. Just tired, sir."

He just rolled his eyes. I have to be honest. I don't know this guy very well. All I kmow is he has a shadowy past, and a bad attitude. I can't get an ounce of sympathy from the huge psychopath. None.

"So what?"

"So...I want to go home. To my wife. And family."

He sneered, his eyes flashing red.

"You sthupid mortals und das need for shleep!"

I'd seen this outburst before, when he would get angry. When he got angry was when his accent truly showed. Trust you me, I didn't WANT to make him angry. But unfortunately, I'd inadvertantly done so.

"You ahre ein faucking judah and you ahre ein lazy, jaust like your people! Ohhhhh....Das Fuhrer gassed my people. Vell I ahm so faucking sorry you come from ein race of inferior HUMANS!"

Oh hell no he didn't!

"Dude, what the fuck is your problem!? Stupid fucking kr-"

It was a bit of a miraculous feat, but like The Flash, here he was standing before me. He stared down at me against the backdrop of a full moon, his face more demonic, nostrils flared. Eyes flaring. His giant hand wrapped around my throat, now pointed ears red. I felt my blood gathering in my head, stuck there.

"You listen to me...you dirty little jew. Your people, along with Mexicans, are the scourge of this Earth. Hitler was right. You know it and I know it, because as far as humans go, Jews are money grubbing little bastards and Mexicans? Thieves. Cheaters. Stupid. So you shouldn't exist right now. The reason YOU, James, live and breathe is because I allow it. Now..."

His demeanor changed again.

"GET TO VORK, Judah!"

As his grasp released from my throat I drew in a deep breath. One of the best breaths I'd ever taken, honestly. Ge simply climbed out of the nearly finished pit I was digging andwatched me again. Once again, I asked him a question.

"Now wait...you've been killing people...sooooo..."

The Beast of Berlin pulled out a cigarette and his monogrammed lighter. He lit the cherry and took a couple of puffs.

"Thousands of years of experience."

"Whaaaa?"

"Diplomatic immunity."

"Uhhh..."

"Mercy killings. Holy Wars. Most of all...no witnesses."

Well now, that's where he was wrong. After all, I'd filmed his entire confession to hundres of murders. I grinned and looked up at him. Of course, suddenly, I felt a camera smack me in the face. It had been thrown, and as the blood trickled down my face, I cursed. The next thing I felt was a load of dirt hitting me in the face. I pleaded.

"Wait! No! Please! What the fu-"

Ugh! Dirt in my mouth! I sputtered.

"Please no! You can't!"

"....No....witnesses. I do what I want!"

....

Change Perspective

I walk with noone. I need noone. I will destroy my enemies and my name...my name alone will be the one mortals speak. I am the Deutsch Demon. The German War Machine. I am Romulus Winters. I smirked as I patted the dirt down and stabbed the shovel into the ground. Then I turned, smoking my cigarette. Destruction is like sex for me, with killing being the orgasm.

Fucking jew had it coming.

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