Written by: Not what you’re thinking

“Sieg Heil!” The crowd in Berlin roared in unison as an obscure corporal in the first war had risen to a pinnacle of power the German people now hailed with outstretched exuberance. Adolf Hitler smiled and returned the salutes to a world preparing to cringe in horror.

The first war primed the situation in a world craving pomp and circumstance mixed with national pride. The Germans humbled by their earlier loss, the Japanese emboldened by their manufacturing might. Russia was testing the waters. Each and every country were lost unto themselves, all were ready for what they truly were not ready for.

War. War in all its glory infected the world. The entire world was soon to learn another lesson of death. And death indeed passed its hand upon all.

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The battle of Berlin took place during the months of flowers and new life. April and May, 1945, the Soviets continue their march of retribution. It was during this battle that Hitler ended his life. It was the Spring where the Red Army suffered 350,000 casualties. The Germans lost 450,000. The civilians over 300,000. It was indeed a grand battle.

Death.

Horror.

Evil.

Years had passed. Years of lost souls, lost ships, lost hope. Years had prepared the world to once again be ready for what they truly were not ready for, a form of peace.

During the final stages of the battle in 1945 a young soviet soldier whose name is now long lost to modern history, a young man aged by the war and experience yet still wore his name, he also wore the black on black insignia of the technical corp.

Tkachenkco was among the group of soldiers tasked with obliterating the remains of those in Hitlers bunker. It was their job to erase Hitler from history.

While Tkachenkco was helping move the body of monster named Adolf, he did not notice a spider crawl up his arm after being a recent inhabitant of the monster now ready for obliteration.

Yes, World War II finally was over. The Germans humbled. The Russians proud. The Americans smiling. The Japanese humiliated. All the countries celebrated a form of defeat and victory. For Tkachenckco, after being bit by a spider while in Germany soon took ill and died within twelve months of the wars ending.

After the Soviets retreated back to their home territory and prepared for the next expansion, Tkachenckco met a woman, a young woman who met his attraction as strong as her attraction. The two combined and as his illness quickly progressed she blossomed with new life. Just before Tkachenckco passed away he was able to see his new son born.

As the years passed so too the lineage of Tkachencko, four generations passed until one day in the modern country no longer called the Soviet Union and now wore the name, Russia. Russia, a country lead by another version of monster. A monster of the KGB. A monster waving to the crowds. A monster named Putin.

Soon Putin would feel the bite of the spider only not in the form of insect.

Going full circle in a form of destiny only open to ones imagination, the great, great, great grandson of Tkachenckco now going by a name you will soon learn of, killed Putin and in turn was also killed.

Russia and the world were once again ready for what they truly were not ready for…

The future began before the first spider spun a web and now the web vibrates with the past, almost as if a dream.