[ 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 .


 I know the prompt said Alois, and I stared with good intentions but ended up a little sidetracked... 
 
 *** 
 
 
 Alois barrelled through the door. Clothes falling out of the open suitcase, but he did n't notice. 
 
 `` Klara!'' He shouted. His wife ran to his call immediately, holding their son in her arms. She already knew what was happening, he did not need to explain it to her again. 
 
 `` How did they find us? I thought we were safe here?'' She knew her questions had no answers to help her, but that would never stop her asking. 
 
 She scooped up some of the items of clothing that had fallen, but Alois pulled her up and towards the door that lead to the streets. 
 
 `` We do n't have time,'' he said. `` They are close, and they have guns.'' 
 
 Without permission, tears started rolling down her face. She held her son even tighter in her arms as she rushed to keep up with her husband. 
 
 It was the sixth time they had to flee. Now that family members had started refusing them, they had to take chances with strangers in new cities. They did n't know who they could trust, but they did n't have the luxury of deciding who they had to. 
 
 Out in the cobbled streets, Adolf started crying. She tried desperately to quiet him, but she could hear shouts behind her. They had not been fast enough this time. 
 
 Alois suddenly stopped dead, and had Klara not been so focused on her child she might have noticed why. 
 
 Three people stood in front of them, blocking their way. 
 
 They were dressed to blend in and if it had n't been for their bright silver guns, they might have belonged to this decade. 
 
 `` What do you want with him?'' Alois screamed at them. The desperation in his voice nearly tore Klara apart. This was it, they had lost. 
 
 In spite of the near-certain death they faced, she did not relent in her attempts to soothe her wailing son. 
 
 `` I wo n't let them hurt you,'' she whispered. `` I wo n't let them hurt you.'' 
 
 The person in the centre stood forward silently. They never said anything, and this mystery only amplified Klara's fear. 
 
 `` Run,'' Alois said. `` Take him and run, Klara.'' 
 
 She did n't even have time to protest, for Alois had lunged forward at the man. Klara ran. 
 
 A shot rang out behind her and she screamed. Adolf was past inconsolable now. The sounds of her pursuers became louder. She glanced quickly around, just in time to see the bright gun being aimed in her direction. 
 
 There was a bright flash, and then darkness. 
 
 *** 
 
 Her eyelids burned red and she had a splitting headache. 
 
 She was dreaming, she had heard voices, men and women, they were talking about Adolf. 
 
 `` We had to take them both, there was no other way,'' one voice said. Klara was suddenly aware that her eyes were closed, but opening them was too painful for more than a second. 
 
 She could make out two people. There were not looking at her, but there were in the room. 
 
 `` Where is my husband? Where is my son?'' She felt as though she had screamed the sentences, but out of her mouth came a weak, cracking sound. It had been enough to get some attention. 
 
 An older man rushed over to her. This was the first time she noticed that she was restrained, her arms and legs strapped down. Panic overcame her and she began to thrash against the shackles, feeling that if she was not freed right away she would certainly die. 
 
 The man jumped back, but did not say anyway. Instead he reached for the machine beside her and pushed a button. Against her will, Klara felt her muscles relax. 
 
 `` I am very sorry to have to do this, Mrs Hitler, but you might hurt yourself if we do n't.'' The man's first words did not offer any comfort, but he next were an improvement. 
 
 `` We have your son. He is alive, and he is happy. It is the year 2300.'' He paused, as though to wait to see if Klara would react despite that fact that the drugs he had poisoned her with made that impossible. He continued. 
 
 `` We apologise for our methods, but we had no other way. You see, the world we live in is so different from the world you know. In the years that have passed, countries have changed, mankind has changed, but our ability to lead has completely deteriorated.'' 
 
 `` This is where your son comes in,'' the man almost looked amused when he went on. `` Every leader has the opportunity to change the world, whether for good or for bad. Of late, many have been choosing to change the world for bad.'' 
 
 `` Despite what has happened in the past, well, your future, we believe that your son could accomplish greatness if only given the correct tools.'' 
 
 `` What I really mean is, your son could save the world. We just need to figure out how to make that happen.'' 
 
 The man met Klara's blank stare. Had she been able to move her face, she was not sure it would have made a difference. Nothing this man had told her made sense. The past, her future. Adolf was just a young boy, what could he possibly do? 
 

