The Meeting

“Is she ready?” Asked a tall man in a smooth German voice.

“It doesn’t matter how ready she is!” The second demanding voice was a thick gravely German accent, “she must be dealt with now! Before the time passes and her sacrifice will be worth nothing.

The second man frostly penetrated the tall man with his glare. Most people would shrivel under such an intense eye-sight, but the tall man pulled back further than most. The tall mans eye shook slightly and the corner of his lip twitched rapidly. Silence crept through the room, only broken by the panicked squealing of a piglet that had a large rat slowly burrowing into it’s soft stomach. The tall man opened his mouth and a slight mumble poured from his mouth before a soft but firm voice declared, “enough.”

The third voice flowed from the only American in the barn. He had greying hair, a patchy beard that twisted among itself, and a crooked nose that sat between two sharp eyes. “Mr. Cain, relax. The girl is as ready as she will ever be; soon we will have our victory” said the American looking directly at the second man.

The American man grabbed something down near his feet and the man known as Mr. Cain took his seat with a deep sigh.

“Mr. Seth, I trust that the recruitment is flowing smoothly.” Asked the American as he placed a brown suitcase on the old table.

“Indeed, it is Mr. Abel! My children are gathering in numbers in the heart and the mind of the people.” Said the tall man, apparently called Mr. Seth, in his smooth voice.

The American smiled slightly at the news from Mr. Seth. His thumbs fumbled a little as he opened the suitcase; he pulled out a black covered book that had thin gold words sprawled across the surface. Mr. Seth had never read the book, it was forbidden, but it had always reminded him of his grandmother's bible that she pulled out every Sunday.

Mr. Cain had his eyes closed and was humming a soft German tune, called Little Hans. He pulled out a thick cracked cigar, lighting it with a flick of his wrist and a bronze lighter. Mr. Cain sucked in a deep breath and, with the smoke slipping between his fat lips, sighed as if in heaven; however, the slight smile that had formed on his lips and in his eyes faded to uncomfortable suspicion when his eyes fell upon the book in front of the American.

“I don’t like that book, Mr. Abel. When I was with the old guard, we never used magic tricks to conquer the world. We simply- “before Mr. Cain could finish his sentence the American interrupted him with a raised hand before saying in his soft voice,

“The Universal Sturmabteilung will also not fail after twelve years like the old guard did. I want us and our legacy to live for longer than even a thousand years.” The Americans’ eyes grew wide and the corner of his lips slipped up a little as he made such a declaration.

“Anyways Mr. Cain,” continued the American, almost in a shout to be heard over the powerful wind, with his face once again composed into an emotionless sheet, “ideally we won’t need most of the book after her sacrifice.”

Mr. Cain slowly nodded his head; however, his eyes never left the book. The American could see a slight snarl of distain cross the old man’s lips and the cigar began to droop like a saddened child. A small piece of flaming ash drifted from the tip of the cigar and slowly floated towards the old book. Before the piece of ash could ignite the book, the American flicked the piece of ash way casually before opening the book and reading from its rusty words.

“ZWEITES BUCH VON ADOLF 12:1

1: I have spoken with thy Father and unto thee he hath declarith the royal title of Gott, protector of thou people and king of thou land. His crown of thorns shalt be laid upon thou head and thy shalt knell low for thou kingdom.

2: From thine great lands of Germanica doth we walk until thine feet grow weary and thine head grows light for thine Gott, unto glory hath been reached.

3: To arrive upon thou glorious land, thine seed must strike down thou goat birthed from the loins of the giver, Abel.

4: Seeds of Seth, guided by Abel, and protected by Cain shalt be spread across thou land and serve our holy Father.”

The American cautiously turned the page of the book gently, as if it were the rarest item on Earth. His eyes quickly dashing over the words on the new page; his fingers gently slid across the bottom of the page and he began to read more.

“ZWEITES BUCH VON ADOLF 12:2

5: This hath be my declaration onto ye, child.

6: My blood shalt freeze the skies.

7: My mind shalt freeze the land.

8: My soul shalt free…”

A gun shot ripped through the air, disturbing the mostly peaceful woods. Silence once again sept through the rotting wood of the barn, before the screaming began.

A long scream echoed across the mountains and was quickly followed by rapid bangs that Mr. Cain knew were gunshots. Mr. Cains eyes grew larger and he turned to the American, his cigar falling useless to the old floor.

“We must run! My men can protect us for a few minutes but if the heretics sent enough, then our followers won’t be able to last long.”

The gunfire was a constant stream now. Pieces of wood chips flashed in front of the faces of the three men as bullets began to smash through the soft wood. Mr. Cain quickly ducked his head slightly as he rushed just ahead of Mr. Seth to the large entrance of the barn.

The American gently closed the book and felt the back of his jacket get torn by a passing bullet. His heart raced faster than the bullets around him. A scratch carved into his cheek and a fat drop of blood plopped against the old table as he pushed the book back into the suitcase and jumped up to run behind Mr. Cain and Mr. Seth.

Another scream pierced the barn as two men, wearing tight red robes with black straps over their shoulders, pulled on the barn doors so hard they almost wrenched off their hinges. Mr. Cain and Mr. Seth ran by the men without a glance.

The two men holding open the door shifted nervously with fear drenching their faces as their wild eyes followed the progress of the American. The lager of the two men raised his hand to rush the American; however, a bullet bashed through the barn door and straight through the eye of the man. Blood splashed onto the other man and a small gasp escaped the man’s mouth as the American rushed by. The man holding open the door, now covered by blood, let go the door and began to follow the American. A bullet seemed to graze the neck of the American and he cried out slightly before the barn door gently closed behind them.

…

The barn continued to be riddled with bullets and a few more men cried out with pain as the night progressed slowly along; however, eventually the gunfire stopped and the night was completely silent. A short and stubby man walked into the barn with a stunning blond-haired woman in her mid-20’s. The short man looked around the barn with a deep frown that crowned his small goatee.

“Look at t’is shit April. Can you believe these arseholes could cause such a mess?” The man said in a wispy voice.

The beautiful woman known as April shook her head and held open the barn door to reveal the flashing lights that bounced off the trees outside.

“Come on Richard, let’s get the fuck out of here and go home. I still can’t believe we didn’t catch those three fuckers here. God Damn!” April said as she glanced at the smaller man.

“We did catch and shoot some of their followers April. Perhaps we could get some of them to rat on one or all of the men.” The man gave a hopeful smile at April before walking over to her and standing in the door frame.

The man waited to see April’s reaction, but was disappointed when her only response was when she raised a long eyebrow. The man shrugged at her with a mischief smile spreading across his face. April sighed audibly, trying to not show the smile that was trying spring up on her face, and looked pointily at him with her startling blue eyes.

“A’right April, let us go home and fuck ‘em up tomorrow.” The man said as he marched out the door. The barn door slipped from Aprils hands as she passed through and slowly banged closed, leaving the inside of the barn in complete darkness.