[ WP ] It is May 1944 . You are a Jew and you somehow save Hitler from being assassinated , what he does next surprises you ...

The parade of officials and fans a like march down the streets of Berlin. Heading the rear of the event brings Hitler himself in his classic Mercedes-Bens 770. Its gleam fails to mirror the blood of countless of deaths that already bathes his hands. I have somehow escaped those same pits that have claimed so many of my family members. Another face in the crowd, I try so hard to blend in and seem enthusiastic to be blessed with his appearance as so much of the crowd is. It's becoming really hard on it's own to recognize the cheerful from the fearful. His attempt to soften the attacks made earlier in the month in France seems almost transparent. The parade makes the end of it's mark at one of his favorite hotels. A hotel I had so conveniently applied and employed at three years prior. After a rousing speech of pride and conquer, the crowd cheers with an ovation that makes me utterly nauseous. How can these people cheer for this man? Yet, I cheer along to continue my disguise. I cheer for myself as well. As Hitler enters the hotel for this night, I expect it to be his last night. 
 
 While security is extremely tight, my achieved seniority over most of the staff allows me unimpeded access to most locations. However, His mightiness, his notorious, is well guarded with several check points. While making several attempts at different passages, I am turned away by several guards that surround his room like the attraction around a nucleus. With simple excuses of bringing him food or women, I hoped to not rise too much suspicion. I may have pushed my luck however. One guard asked me to stay while he radioed in others. They had spoken of my previous attempts to gain access to his room and my time had come. A quick dash down the hall lead me to a bathroom just south of his room. As I slammed the door behind me, breathless, I'm overcome by the sense of failure. I had waited so long for this opportunity to make a difference. To avenge my family and the Jewish people. How could I let them down. As this fear drowns me, I realize that I am not alone in this bathroom. 
 
 Standing at the sink, washing his hands is Hitler himself. Still unable to wash the blood from his hands. He glances at me with a bit of surprise but nothing more. He can see my eyes wide as though I'm staring at the devil himself. I slip the knife out of my coat pocket but unable to take a single step. His eye, so calm, so sharp, begin to stab me instead. He slowly walks up to me with a calmness of a man walking out of the bathroom. He's within a foot from me, just staring at me. I'm frozen. As though he was medusa, I've been turned into stone. He slowly loosens the knife from my hand and drops it to the floor. With one arm, he nudges me aside and like someone who is hypnotized, i follow dutifully. Tears streaming down my face, I ca n't do it. I could n't anything. Before he exits the bathroom, He takes a small glance towards me of almost pity. As he leaves, Several officers rush into the bathroom to find me crying on the floor. A pool of tears begun wear a pool of blood soon followed.
