[ WP ] Germany , 1909 . All your life , strangers have been trying to murder you . Finally , one confesses why : they 're trying to stop Adolph Hitler from causing WW2 . The only problem : your name is Adolph Hilter . Not Hitler , HILTER .

`` Checkmate.'' 
 
 `` Ah, fuck you, you rotten fuckin' stroganoff,'' cursed the younger man. With an angry swipe of his hand across the chessboard, he knocked the remaining pieces clean off the table. 
 
 `` I quite enjoy our little chess games, Adolph.'' 
 
 `` Eh.. I suppose there *is* worse company than you, Vladanir,'' replied Adolph. They shook hands briefly before Vladanir Lennin poured them both cups of tea. 
 
 `` How did it go with your last appointment at the Academy of Fine Arts in Vienna?'' asked Lennin as he took a sip from his cup. 
 
 `` Those fucking Jew-lovers,'' mumbled Hilter. `` They said I was *unfit for painting*. What the fuck does that even mean? Art is subjective. It is in the eye of beholder.'' 
 
 `` Relax, Adolph. Perhaps they just mean that your talents are more suited to something else like sculpting. Have you tried working a piece of marble? You might surprise yourself.'' 
 
 `` Fuck Vienna. And fuck sculpting,'' said Hilter. He crossed his arms and slumped down deeper into his chair. Although he always wore a grumpy face, he appeared bitchier than usual. Casually, he glanced at his wristwatch. `` Just under a minute to go.'' 
 
 `` It's always a Saturday at noon, is n't it,'' said Lennin curiously as he gulped down the remainder of his tea. 
 
 `` Yep,'' stated Hilter. He stood up and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. `` Alright, ol' man. It's time.'' Lennin stood up as well while smoothening the creases in his jacket. No sooner had he stood up when the door into the bedroom came crashing down and in stormed three strangers dressed in black leather suits. Blackened helmets covered their faces, but from their physiques, Hilter deduced that there were 2 men and 1 woman. 
 
 `` Herr Adolf Hitler. For crimes against humanity that you have yet to commit, you are being terminated,'' said the woman calmly. 
 
 `` Bitches ca n't even pronounce *Hilter* correctly. How fucking irksome,'' muttered Adolph Hilter as he watched his companion reach for something by his side. 
 
 `` Authority is granted by the International Council of Timecrimes,'' one of the men added. `` You have the r-'' The man could n't finish his sentence because his throat had just been sliced by Lennin's shashka. The sabre dripped with blood as one of the three intruders fell to the ground dead. The remaining man immediately countered by pulling out a small, pistol-shaped device that fired a thin, blue laser beam. Lennin ducked just in time. The beam missed his head by a hair's width. 
 
 `` Return from whence you came!'' shouted Hilter as he charged towards the male attacker. As he lunged, he reached behind his back and drew a large weapon that he had concealed in a scabbard behind his back. Before the stranger could recharge the laser pistol, Hilter's Zweihänder chopped the man's body in half at the torso and the two pieces plopped on the floor in a pool of dark blood. 
 
 The woman drew out two laser pistols, one aimed at each of Lennin and Hilter. She fired both of them simultaneously. But because her concentration was split, Hilter and Lennin easily dodged the laser beams and cornered her. She tried to make a dash for the exit, but tripped backwards when her foot caught on a piece of splintered wood from the remains of the door they had busted. Hilter and Lennin casually strode over to her and looked down at her. 
 
 `` Since I was a boy, you people have been trying to assassinate me,'' said Hilter. He spat on the woman's helmet. `` Why? WHY? Hell, maybe this is why I ca n't get into fuckin' art school. It's because when I should be practicing my technique, I'm being attacked by future assassins. I spend more of my time practicing the art of war rather than the art of painting.'' 
 
 As Hilter rambled, Lennin crouched down next to the woman and began patting her down. He was checking not only for any other concealed weaponry, but also for any devices that would allow the travel through space-time. Lennin had not only trained Hilter secretly in the art of combat, but he had also fought side by side with the young German on numerous occasions against the time-travellers. Together they had felled many enemies, but never had they ever come across the technology that actually allowed them to traverse space-time. Hilter suspected that the device that allowed time travel was merely a gate or portal that was permanently fixed. That would mean that the travellers had no way to return to the future. A suicide mission. 
 
 `` Where is your time machine?'' demanded Lennin. `` I grow impatient.'' He held the shashka up to the woman's throat. 
 
 `` Go to hell,'' she said. Just before the Russian was about to decapitate the lady, Hilter put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. 
 
 `` The helmet,'' he whispered to Lennin. Lennin nodded and used his sabre to forcefully remove the black helmet from the woman's head. The woman's face was unremarkable. She had short brown hair, dark brown eyes and an otherwise plain face. She had a scowl on her face. Lennin used the butt of his shaska to give her a strong whack in the head, knocking her out temporarily. Hilter bent to pick up the helmet and slipped it on his head. 
 
 As soon as the helmet slid comfortable over his head, a screen lit up on the interior surface of the mask. Although Hilter did n't know it at the time, what he was seeing was a heads-up display. To the right of his vision were a bunch of numbers and symbols that meant nothing to him. But on the bottom left of the HUD it read *1 May 1909*. 
 
 `` *Mein Gott*! Lennin! I think we have found the time travel device,'' exclaimed Hilter as he swayed his head from side to side, trying to find a way to access and control the device. 
 
 `` Can you find a way to activate it?'' asked Lennin as he inched closer to Hilter. `` Careful now.'' 
 
 `` How do I work this damned contraption...'' mumbled Hilter as he tapped the outside of the helmet and banged it in different places. 
 
 `` Hey, Adolph! Do n't hit it like that! You'll break the damn thing,'' said Lennin. He reached out to swat Hilter's hands away from the helmet. Just as Lennin's fingers touched Hilter's hand, there was a faint yet audible beeping sound. Lennin and Hilter were suddenly blinded by a bright flash of light and suddenly the bedroom was empty, save for the three motionless bodies lying in a puddle of blood. 
 
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 To be continued.
