[ WP ] You are Alois Hitler , spending your days trying to protect your son from strange future people who are after your son Adolf 's life .

`` Come with me if you want to live!'' Alois shouted to his fear stricken son. He grabbed little Adolf's hand and pulled him toward the stairs leading to the cellar. Little Adolf wiped the tears from his cheeks as he was being dragged by his father, he could n't help but stare at the corpses littering the small living room of their cottage. Men wearing strange clothes holding guns he had never seen before. Blood began to pool around their still forms. 
 
 `` Get in the cellar Adolf more are coming!'' His father said with urgency and helped Adolf down the steps. 
 
 The cold cellar was dark and humid. Bottles of wine and wheels of cheese lined wooden shelves. 
 
 `` Are we going to be safe father?'' Adolf asked trying to sound strong for his father. 
 
 `` Shh, they will find us. We need to be quiet.'' 
 
 They sat in silence, waiting. Heavy footsteps on the wooden floor above their head drew their eyes upward. Men shouted in a foreign language that Adolf did n't understand. He could n't keep the tears from spilling out of his eyes, but he wept silently, clutching his father's arm. The men found the cellar door, and heaved it open. Light spilled down the steps followed by the thundering foot steps of armed men. Alois lifted his pistol and opened fire. The first man took three rounds to the chest and fell down the remaining stairs into a twisted heap on the floor. Adolf cried out and covered his ears trying to protect them from the deafening blasts of the pistol fire. Men rushed down the stairs fearless of the incoming pistol rounds. Blood sprayed against the wooden steps as man after man was shot by Alois until the final round was spent. A final man slowly walked down the cellar stairs, a gun leveled at young Adolf. 
 
 `` Time has come for you,'' the man said in Yiddish. 
 
 Alois jumped forward rushing the man. He grabbed the pistol arm and pushed it up forcing the gun to fire four rounds into the ceiling. They slammed into the wooden shelves knocking bottles to the floor before they hit the ground themselves. They rolled in spilled wine wrestling over the gun. Alois landed a solid punch into the man's face, the man hit Alois with a right hook knocking him off balance. The gun came up and fired as Alois slammed a broken wine bottle into the man's neck. The man twitched a final time then lay still. 
 
 Alois stood over the body and held his hand to his side. He felt the hot blood rushing out of the bullet hole. He walked on unsteady legs to Adolf's side, `` little Adolf, I need you to be strong, I need you to run from here,'' he coughed out a thick stream of blood. 
 
 `` No father I wo n't leave you!'' Adolf cried. 
 
 `` You must! More will come here for you,'' Alois said. 
 
 He hugged Adolf then pushed his son away, `` run... please.'' 
 
 Adolf fled up the cellar stairs looking back at his father one last time, `` I will avenge you father, this I promise.'' 
 
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