The days have gone by crawling as slowly as an injured animal to its resting place, away from the eyes of others. The nights were just the same, lonely and sleepless and mostly full of tears, curses and a few buckets of … lets skip that detail.

Friedrich who mostly preferred to keep himself locked up in his quarters day and night tried his best to concentrate on work and not let the slowly returning demons of his past haunt him. Refraining from sleeping or eating he set his mind to a single task, improving his equipment and performance. There wasn’t much to this broken man now but a single instinct of survival - pulling through for yet another painful day and night. He grew weak but full of anger, anger that one day showed on the field.

The red soldier never knew what he’d done wrong, cornering the poor medic in a corner like a frightened animal, shouting and taunting, threatening before making the kill - the kill which never came. ” Oh did your soldier team mates abandon you Medic? ” he laughed reloading his shotgun. Though Friedrich who was in quite the different set of mind, comprehending only a single message - he left you, abandoned you to your own fate.

Trembling from the rage and desperation the medic lashed onto the man with a fist and his saw hacking and slashing at anything he could reach - blind with the tears while ripped by rage from the inside, he killed the man. And it was only long minutes later did he realize what he’s done, falling onto his knees he cried. Cried long after the soldier’s body was gone, taken through respawn and returned to fight along side the Red. Cried even after he was found again and released from the bounds of this life, even if it was for a short few seconds.

He’d done it. The only thing he promised to never do again. Ruled by his frustration and anger he had done it.

He was never the same again, a changed man given up on all hope for ever achieving anything in his rather pathetic and miserable life. He watched his friends leave him one by one, his comrades die on the field and slew a thousand of innocents in the name of the Reich. He was a Murderer he deserved nothing but to live his life on his own and have it end with a cruel slow death.

There will never be anyone for you - you simply don’t deserve it. How can you even think or hope for something so good to happen to you ?


These were his thoughts, his own mind betraying the last piece of hope in exchange for rationality. He was a war criminal, a monster, an abomination. He didn’t deserve anyone or anything but misery and a lonely death. And he shall welcome it when he comes praying it will come quickly.

There were no such things as friends or family. Love. It was but a lie to cloud one’s mind, distract them from their work, their existence.

There is nothing for me here but death. And I am its composer.


That was his mind set now. Kill or be killed and never let anything or anyone deceive you like this again. There are no friends. There is no care. There is just You and your own demons.

And death.