Marvel: Mr. President

Chapter 43: Pit Of Blood

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"Sometimes, I forget that he's not just a funny old man and president." Jim Morita interjected.

The absolute brutality that Hector showed the Nazis didn't go unnoticed by the Howling Commandos as they moved around secretly to get the prisoners weapons.

Hector was still at it, killing the enemy soldiers one after another, by the means of bullets and some by a simple punch to the face as they come too close. Moony was now not just killing the runaways but also closing in from behind the crowd, making them scared and push towards Hector instead.

By the time the crowd started to thin out, Steve and the commandos had already freed a lot of the men, they all came running with guns and batons and surrounded all the remaining soldiers, some were, however, beaten to death as they had tormented some of the prisoners, some who were a bit kinder were left alone.

Hector left them to handle the situation and went inside the building to find Rudolf Hoss. "Moony, sniff him out,"

Moony started to look around, they first entered the office of the commander where the good boy got the scent of the man. After that, all they had to do was follow it.

In no time, they found Rudolf Hoss hiding inside a water tank on the terrace. He grabbed him by his collar and pulled him out, "God bless you, cowards, if it was a Japanese officer he would have committed seppuku."

He dragged him straight in front of people and made him kneel. "Tell me where the ledger of all the prisoners is or I will give you to them, they will make sure you die in the worst way possible."

"FUCK OFF!" Rudolf Hoss spat on the ground.

"I KNOW WHERE IT IS!" Suddenly a prisoner spoke, he was middle-aged and seemed a learnt man of culture from the face, "What's your name, son."

"I am Adam Horowitz."

Hector looked confused, "Horowitz? From Horovice in Bohemia(now called the Czech Republic). What are you doing all this way?"

"All Jews are to be eradicated before the end of this year, was what this Rudolf Hoss was saying. Jews are being rounded up from all German-occupied and influenced territories and brought to camps." Horowitz revealed.

This was not what happened in his past life, Jews were not rounded up like this, although with the days of the end of Nazi Germany nearing the killing increased but it never reached the point of extermination.

~Butterfly has fluttered its wings, it seems.~ he muttered.

He quickly grabbed Rudolf Hoss and shot a bullet in his leg, making sure it only hit his bone. "Tell me why you people are rounding Jews?"

*PA!*

Another bullet was fired to his other leg. "Moony, start chewing his leg slowly,"

Moony came growling, slowly, it was to instil fear in the man. The sharp fangs were made clear, red blood was like a residue on them. Hoss wet his pants. "I-I will tell. It was ordered from Himmler himself, the Schutzstaffel(SS) is tasked with killing all Jews quickly so all troops can be freed to focus on war."

"What now, sir?" Steve asked him, wondering what to do next. There was also Hydra, if they were not stopped then the world would suffer even worse.

"First, we count the prisoners here, everyone else, look around if anybody is left. Mr Horowitz, did any mass executions occur recently?" He asked the guy.

Hearing this word, everyone flinched, as if bad memories resurfaced. Horowitz stuttered, "A-Are you the American President?"

"Yes, I am the President and Grand General Washington, now answer me, son. What happened here before our arrival?" He questioned strongly.

"There were... since the morning they ran the gas chambers and made us dig large pits while the empty ones were being filled. I believe 13,000 of us were killed today," Horowitz revealed.

"I can't find my brother,"

"I can't find my mother,"

"My husband is missing,"

"My son is nowhere to be seen,"

One after another the liberated prisoners voiced their worries for their family members, their worst fear was probably the truth and they knew it, so they didn't even act as frantic.

"WOOF WOOF!"

Moony barked all of a sudden, his ears perked up straight, he looked back, towards the open area away from the buildings in the camp. His nose visibly started moving as he made loud sniffs.

"What happened? You felt a cry for help?" He understood his barks.

Just giving a nod, Moony made a run towards the voice, Hector too, "Steve, take care of things here, call Peggy in and start ensuring the perimeter is safe. Send the report back to the command station in France."

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The sun was peeking through the horizon, small rays of sunlight slowly started hitting the skies, the blue colour of the sky looked much prettier without a single speck of cloud to be seen. It was a refreshing morning for the many prisoners who were liberated, but sadly... the wings of the butterfly were too strong. History altered, major changes happening, Hector had to now work without relying much on the world history he knew, perhaps only the MCU history mattered now.

Fresh air breezed past him, yet it felt chilling. He ran behind Moony who kept barking, the more they went away from camp the more worry kept instilling in their minds.

*WOOSH*

Moony jumped right into something, it was a big wide ditch in the ground. However, as he moved closer, a strong pungent smell of burning flesh attacked his nose. There were no large flames, however, only red sparks, perhaps they were in the middle of the burning when he started his distraction.

He too jumped behind Moony, his foot stepping on the bullet-riddled bodies of someone's father, son, mother, daughter, sister or brother. Dead, all of them, yet Moony started to bark louder, calling him. ~Dad, the voice came from here,~ he told.

He looked down, there were corpses, he had no idea how deep they went, however. So he started to lift them and put them aside, "Someone in here?!" he called out.

"HEEEELP!" a young voice came.

He increased his speed and lifted multiple bodies at once, soon he had taken out enough of them that he could see the back of the boy, he was pressed upside down, a miracle how he was even alive.

He grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him out, *WOOSH*. The boy hung in the air under his hand. He coughed and looked bloodied, his face still having terrified expressions. "Who are you?"

"President Washington," Hector replied.

Sensing it was not the enemy, the boy calmed down, enough to stand up on his own. However, that only lasted until 5 seconds, then all of a sudden the boy's face turned utterly depressed, he ran away and started to toss bodies around, screaming at the same time, "MAMAA! PAPAA!"

Hector looked at Moony, "Try to hear any more heartbeats," He did the same. Both closed their eyes and tried to sense their surroundings, eliminating every noise one by one. They could even hear the ants in the ground, digging, but not a single heart was found pounding.

The boy survived, it was a miracle to be sure, now all Hector could do was to help him and bring him to safety, as for the loss of family there was no cure. He and Moony opened their eyes, the shouts and cries of the boy still resounding in his ear.

However, something felt different, the sun had smiled upon the bloodied land, washing it over with its light, but the light brought darkness to Hector's sight. Finally, he had a perfect view of the gigantic death pit, bodies upon bodies lay there, under them was a sea of blood. So cramped that some were left standing as if they were pillars of death. Pale faces, some still had tears around their wide-open lifeless eyes.

Moony felt sad and came closer to Hector to rub himself. While Hector's heart felt a sense of shame, for he realised something right then and there, "What have I done?" he muttered.

He talked to his son mentally, as he was the only one who knew his deepest secrets. ~What have I done, son? From the moment I stepped foot upon this land in this Universe, I treated it all as a game, like a fun party, just one of the infinite places in the multiverse, where I had come to relax. But, I forgot that all these people around me are real and as fragile as a doll of wax, while I am the lighter. I could have stomped on Hitler's neck the day I came here, but I didn't, for I wanted to play with history without changing it. I wanted to ENJOY A BLOODY WAR!

"I am no saint, but neither am I a demon. But here I am, my own actions caused so much unnecessary death, a job that a devil would do. All the lives that got saved by me are real, all the that died are real, all their souls are as real as any. How did I become so uncaring about human life like those narcissistic gods, Moony? I thought I was better than them. I thought... I was not evil!"

"MAMAAA! PAPAAA!"

Moony licked Hector's hand that he could easily reach with his head. He too had no words, for he too was just playing around all this time. Although he lacked the same intelligence as Hector, he knew something wrong had occurred and his dad was sad.

Perhaps, living for so long in hell as Hell's Inquisitor, as an immortal, all-powerful being had changed his perception of what it was like to be a human. His only social interaction was with other immortal beings and evil entities that he would exorcise.

Hector snapped out of it and walked towards the boy, he was crying the whole time and calling for his parents. Slowly the voice of hope turned into a voice of sorrow as the realisation of the situation entered his mind, logic overcoming grief.

Then he just stopped and stood in one single place, looking down at a dead face, it was his mother, eyes still wide open, but no life inside. He wailed like never before.

Hector walked close to him and hugged the boy, Moony too wrapped himself around the boy's back, bringing warmth to his wounded heart. "Calm down, son. Calm down." he caressed his hair as the boy started crying louder, his face pressed against Hector's coat over the chest, feeling the fatherly embrace.

Hector didn't stop him, those tears were important, the one thing biology gave humans to cope up with mental anguish. After 30 minutes, the boy calmed down and became silent, so Hector asked for his name, "What's your name, son?"

"Max... Max Eisenhardt," the boy replied, shocking him.

[A/N: I was going to add real photos of corpse pits from WW2 but it might have been too much for some.]

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