[ 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 .

Young Adolf could n't hold his tears anymore. Laying on the floor of his house was a dead man. One of the ten who had come in the past few days. All equipped with futuristic-looking weaponry. All trying to kill him. All Jews. 
 
 I could n't bear looking at him like this. I tried to comfort him, say it'll be okay. He refused to listen. Another one of them appeared, out of a weird hole in the wall, I swear it was n't there a minute ago. 
 
 `` Adolf, run!'' I held off the man as best as I could. I heard a gunshot. Looked down, blood was spilling from my stomach. Losing strength, I knew I had to prevent him from hurting my son. In a last ditch effort, I wrestled the man's device out of his hand and shot him. His kippah fell, his body followed shortly. 
 
 Little Adolf slowly walked back, still in tears. `` Papa, no..,'' he muttered, foreseeing what was coming. `` Take the weapon and go son, there will be more of them coming. Find shelter, find someone who will take care of you. `` I tried to say more, but no more words were coming out. Soon, everything blacked out. 
 
 It was at that point that Adolf Hitler vowed to avenge his father's death and make the Jews pay for it. 
 
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 First time writing pretty much anything not-school related. Liked the prompt, so I decided to give it a try. Would love to hear your critique of it and, in general, your opinions on how my first attempt at writing worked out.
