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His hands were shivering as he looked up at the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity. Maybe it was just his imagination, but the stars seemed to be kind of dark this night. Normally they would shine in a rather bright way that would relax him and eventually help him to fall asleep. This time, however, the stars almost look threatening. As if they were judging him. The rather small man, and one of the successors of the German Empire, turned around into the next alley. He would reach his wanted destination soon, but his heart wouldn't stop beating at an abnormal speed. If one of his friends could see him right now, they would be ashamed. No, actually, even more than that. They would probably stop being his friend. Well... Good, that he already made that decision for them himself.
He turned the last corner and then he finally sees it. That big ass building he was looking for. He looked to his right and then to his left, before finally taking a deep breath and walking over to the Reichstag building. It stood tall and proud in front of him and he almost felt bad for what he was about to do. How even dare him to get such kind of idea? It was the ultimate plan though. No one would ever suspect him to be the criminal of this shameless action and he could easily blame his brother, no, his opponent, for it – It would remove one of the three parts that are supposed to make up the Weimar Republic... Well, assuming nobody saw him of course.
Black pulled up the red scarf that he was given from his "brother" on their birthday a little deeper into his face and after that, he brushed his hands along the cold wall of the building. It soon would be warm, he thought. The soon-to-be-country slowly climbed up to the nearest window. Since it was made out of glass a few punches with the small hammer from his jacket pocket were enough to crack it open. He crawled through it while accidentally slashing open his left palm from the sharp top of the broken window glass. Black quickly bit his lips to hold back an embarrassing whine and then slid down the wall to sit down for a moment. He pressed against his painful and open wound for a fresh second before getting back to work.
Instead of putting the small hammer back into his jacket pocket, he put it into his back bag this time and got out the olive oil bottle that he bought with him from home. After popping open the bottle lid he quickly started with the main part of his plan. He quickly, but silently, made his way through the rooms of the first floor of the building while making sure to drop a little bit of the oil here and there. After haven walked through all of the rooms on the first floor, he went up the stairs and continued to do just the same on the second floor as well. Then suddenly, he heard a noise he wasn't expecting. "Look there! One of the windows is broken!", a German man with a rough voice yelled. It came from outside.
Black walked over to the wall, where the sound has come from and looked out of one of the nearest window. Just below him were standing two SA-members eyeing the broken window below him. - Yes, the window he has broken some minutes ago. Shit, he gotta make this quick! Black sprinted over to the other side of the building and put the empty bottle back into his back bag. His rapidly beating heart and shaky hands almost made it impossible for him to lit up the match, but after it finally did, he let the entire box flame up as well and dumped it on his oil path. It only took a few seconds to take effect and the ground was in flames.
For a moment, Black stood perfectly still. He had to think back to his days in church and his dad, German Empire, gently running his hands down his cheeks. The glorious country told him that he should be a good boy and rise the Weimar Republic with his older brothers. - But if Black didn't act like a good boy, hell would take him after his death. He always had to resist rolling his eyes in front of his father when he said that. Red and Yellow didn't know what was good for the German people. They signed the doom of their people with the Versailles Treaty! No, he could never let Red and Yellow be in charge. After his father's death in World War One, it would be rude to disrespect the last family he had. - But thank god, he had a better family now: NSDAP, his best friend and helper.
As the air became dangerously thinner and thinner Black finally pushed his memories away and opened the window behind him. As he saw how high in the air the second floor really was, he silently insulted himself for being so stupid, but eventually, carefully, but as fast as possible, climbed down. As he was one and a half meters over the firm ground, he decided to jump down the rest of it. He almost slipped and fell while doing so.
Black could hear frightened and worried voices all around him as the fire brightened up the cold night. Way brighter than the stars. Before thinking too much about it, he quickly ran over to the closest alley. His heart was still beating rapidly in his chest as he let himself sit down in the alley and watch the whole scenario from afar. Madly fast, SA-members and regular police were popping up here and there. Even some civilians who lived nearby abounded their night sleep to see what happened. Black had to smile. It almost felt like he started a firework. A firework to celebrate his upcoming rise of power. Oh, Red, you don't even know what's coming for you.