"No way. He said ’just because’? He did all that just because he could?" Cupid’s mouth was wide open.
’Yes. He said that. He was a racist and all the bad things one could be. He was all of them. After he said that, I clenched my fists. I clenched them so hard the nails drilled my palm. The man did all this just because he could. I really wanted to make him suffer. I really wanted to hear him say sorry. I really wanted him to apologize to me.
So that’s why I stopped talking and just sat there.
Hitler also spoke nothing and the ants did their work. He was naked and the ants went to all the places they could on his body.
I poured one more sack of sugar on his body and I also put salt on him to amplify the pain of the cuts given by the ants. I would destroy all the limits of cruelty if it meant I would get what I want in the end.
Anyway, five days went by and neither Hitler nor I had given up.
I hadn’t given him any food for these five days and some soldiers had come outside the bunker’s door and I killed them by creating a small gap by opening the door a little.
One more day went by and Hitler was without any food and water for these six days.
The ants have created gaps on his body and the man was not even opening his eyes. He was in pain I could tell but his face was as stoic as it could be. As much as I hate to say it, I learned the art of showing no expressions on the face from him.
Nevertheless, I still gave him no food and let the man suffer in agony. I was sitting in front of him all the time as I wanted to catch even a little glimpse of sadness or regret on his face.
One more day passed, in total, one week had passed and that day, Hitler finally spoke.
"You lost, Pablo."
I didn’t understand. How could I lose?
"What do you mean?" I asked. Hitler was still alive and I still had a chance to see him in fear. So how could I lose?
"I trained you, kid. I am older than you. The moment you came outside the door of this bunker I knew it was you."
"How did you know that? And then why did you open the door?" I asked.
"I can hear the sounds coming from outside from here. Gunshots were being fired and my intuition told me it must be you. And I opened the door because if I hadn’t, you would have blown up the door and came inside anyway."
"Alright. So how did I lose?"
"I knew you were here to kill me. That too before giving me pain. And of course, I don’t want that. I could handle the pain but I can’t handle losing to you. So that’s why before opening the door, I ate poison."
"Lies. If you ate poison then why are you still alive?"
"Because the poison I ate slowly kills. My whole body is numb and the time the poison takes to kill me is… one week."
I twitched and he continued.
"I could have shot myself to frustrate you but I wanted to see your face when you figure that even after giving me all this pain, you won’t be able to kill me. And let me tell you, I am not feeling any pain, Pablo. No hunger, no thirst. I am feeling nothing. No fear and definitely…" Hitler opened his eyes and showed his bloodied teeths.
"No regrets."
"You bastard!!" I reached out my hand to my gun.
I pressed the trigger. Nothing happened. There were no bullets in it. I wanted to kill him with my own hands. He couldn’t die on his own. I won’t accept it.
There was no other gun and I didn’t have that kind of time to look for another gun outside the bunker.
Hitler’s skin was already turning blue. It all started just after one week. There were no such signs before one week. The poison was finally acting. He was coughing blood. I had to kill him before he died on his own.
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So I thought fuck the guns, I’ll choke him to death.
I grabbed his neck and applied pressure.
"Hahahahahahaaha!! You lost, kid. I won. Keep living with this unfulfilled wish. We’ll meet in hell."
Hitler laughed out loud. He looked like a monster. He laughed the same way I laughed when I was crucified on the cross. His eyes were all white. He was blind and yet he was looking straight at me. He was mocking me.
I used all my strength to crush his throat but the next second, I felt no life in my grip.
Hitler became still and his throat stopped throbbing. He had a smile on his face. A winning smile.
Hitler died in the bunker and I wasn’t responsible for that.
That was the only murder I wasn’t able to commit. I wasn’t able to kill the very same man who destroyed my life. My hatred didn’t find its rightful release and where does that hatred was supposed to go now? So I directed it against the whole world.
I went outside the bunker, took a gun from the soldier, and shot all the bullets on Hitler.
I punctured his dead body and let the ants have a feast on it. I could at least rejoice in the fact that his body will rot.
I closed the door of the bunker and piled the corpses of soldiers outside the door so that no one could open the door and took out Hitler’s body.
After that, I lashed out on anyone I saw.
I killed everyone. I vented out all my anger on others. I wasn’t able to kill Hitler so the others would die. My anger needed a release. It would become a tumor if I didn’t do something about it. So I killed everyone.
And I don’t know when but killing became a habit of mine. I couldn’t stay still without killing someone. There was no gray area in my life anymore. Everything was dark for me.
I stopped looking in the mirror but I did make my hair black. That was the only thing I could turn into my original self.
After one failed killing, I killed countless people. And before I knew it, I had become Hitler myself.
I still get nightmares of that day when Hitler made me kill my parents. My mother’s face still roams in front of my eyes when I killed her. After that day, I wasn’t able to sleep in peace for once.
Even in this second life, that horror followed me. I can’t run away from it so I just ended up accepting it. I accepted myself as the worst and biggest criminal of mankind to ever exist.’
"And after so much killing you became known as Criminal X, right?"
’No. I became Criminal X after I assassinated presidents and Kings of various countries. I hated Hitler so much that I started hating every leader.
I committed the most atrocities in Germany and Poland. Germany because Hitler was there and Poland because I suffered so much pain there. It never became my home land.
I had also manipulated many people to join me to commit crimes and after my work was done, I killed them as well. So you can say I killed my comrades.’
"I don’t know what to say. You suffered and you made people suffer. Who is wrong or who is right. I don’t know anymore. Have you ever stopped committing crimes? You were eighty five years old when you died. So all those years, did you continuously commit crimes?"
’No. For two years, I was out of the crime world. A girl came into my life and I fell in love.’
"Oh? You fell in love? Poor girl. You must have manipulated her to love you."
’No. She came to me herself. Just like how the Count’s girl came to me, it was the same case.’
"Alright. But why only two years? What happened to her? And what was her name? And how did she even make you stop your hatred?"
’That’s another long story, Angel. I’ll tell you about it later.’
Pablo let out a heavy sigh and stood up from the bed.
He did some stretching and Cupid watched him.
"I guess you won’t sleep tonight?"
’No. Two hours of sleep is my limit.’
"So what are you going to do now?"
’Well, I still have that shadow Ego with me for a few more minutes. I might as well use it for some espionage.’
"Fair enough. Who will you spy on though?" Cupid asked.
Pablo smiled. ’The Gods of Seraphim sure are kind. They created someone whom I will kill for sure.’
"Huh? What do you mean?"
’I was not able to kill Hitler before. But fate presented me with a suitable candidate in his place. What I mean is…’
Pablo never stopped smiling as he slowly merged in the shadows.
’The Adolf of this world will surely die by my hands.’