He opened his eyes groggily, as if he’d been asleep for decades. I suppose he had in a strange sort of way. As his senses returned to him, he realized that he wasn’t in the last place he remembered and he was tied to a chair. “Wast ist los?” He demanded as he struggled against his bonds, “Wo bin ich?”
I take that as my cue to emerge from the shadows. I always loved a good dramatic entrance. “You’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto.” I tell him, “In fact, you’re as far away from home as you can get right now.”
He stares at me for a moment, confusion masking his face, then he begins yelling at me. His face goes beet red and spittle flies from his mouth as he lets out a long line of what I figure are threats and profanities.
I stand back and let him go on and on. He continues to rant for several minutes before he finally collapses in the chair, exhausted and out of breath from the exertion. “You done?” I ask rhetorically. He doesn’t say anything, he only sucks in his next breath and stares at me with hate in his eyes. “I hate to tell you this, but I never took German. So I have no idea what you just said.”
“ich werde dich töten.” He mutters darkly, his eyes never leaving mine.
I weigh the words for a moment and begin walking around him. “Alright, I think I picked up the meaning behind that one. Unfortunately though, you’re there and I am here. So whatever you just said, well, I don’t think you’re in much position to accomplish.”
Perhaps realizing that talking with me was pointless with the language barrier between us, he remained silent. It’s kind of funny. Every portrayal I’d seen of the man showed him fluent in English, but I guess that was just another convenient Hollywood lie.
“You’re probably wondering why I brought you back.” I said in my best conversational tone, “Why, out of everybody that ever lived and died, were you the one to escape death. And believe me, it’s got nothing to do with what you believe in. In a weird twisted way, it’s not that dissimilar though.”
“You are the most universally despised person in the 1900’s, did you know that?” I ask him, lowering myself so that we’re looking eye to eye. I see anger and hatred in those eyes, but also fear. He might not understand what I’m saying but I beginning to think he knows why he’s here. “Billions of people who have lived on the planet and you rank in the Top 10 of most hated people of all time. I can imagine there’s a whole army of people who would love a chance to kill you right now.”
“Do you have any idea how many people would love to go back in time to kill you? That’s practically number one on the To-Do list. Personally, I think it’s a terrible idea. That would completely change history. Because that’s what you did. You made it. Without you, the world would look like a very different place. Isn’t that three shades of messed up? So no, going back in time isn’t an option, obviously.”
“Ah, but if we could bring you back, then you could pay for your crimes. I’m sure there’s some kind of moral thing about how those were acts committed in a previous life and that you shouldn’t be held for what you did, but that’s really just malarky at this point, isn’t it?”
I let slip a wry chuckle, “That’s not why you’re here though. This isn’t about you finally facing judgement for what you did. I mean, you took the coward’s way out, didn’t you? Offing yourself as your whole master race plan fell apart around you.” I straighten myself up and walk away from him, my hand slipping into my pocket. “No, this isn’t about justice or revenge at all.”
“I just want to achieve what any body who’s played a video game thought about at some point in time.” I pull the Walther PP out of my pocket and aim it at his head. There’s a moment of surprise on his face before I fire, then his head snaps back. As if he’s in slow motion, his body slumps in the chair. I stand there, in the dark, staring at his body. A rueful smile crosses my lips. “I just killed Zombie Hitler.”