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Flames erupted in front of the newly-stolen Hunter mobile, bringing traffic to an almighty halt. The ambulance carrying the newly convicted Adolf Hitler had just passed under a bridge which promptly exploded into flames just as the vehicle was clear. Joe Mizushima, still reeling from the rain of debris and ash, opened his eyes long enough to watch Jonah fearlessly hop his motorcycle up the stairs on the overpass into the haze of smoke, and disappear from view. No more than two beats later, Joe had swung the car door open and hit the pavement as hard and fast as he could in pursuit of his curly-haired companion, his heart pounding deafly in his ears. 

Jonah, you crazy son of a bitch... what were you thinking?!

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Jonah blinked furiously as he drove through the smoke, trying keep Hitler's ambulance in view.

"You fucking piece of shit, you are NOT getting away!" Jonah coughed through the soot and heat. 

Suddenly the smoke cleared, and Jonah's heart leapt when he opened his eyes just in time to see the ambulance round a corner to a side street. He knew from his surveillance of the city that this street lead to an underground warehouse, which was bound to be crawling with Nazis. However, the only place to escape would be from the back entrance, or the roof. Jonah doubted they would be so naïve to think they could escape with a 90-year-old man across the rooftops. So, he took a chance and decided to make his way to the back entrance of the building, where he would end this once and for all.

Jonah maneuvered his motorcycle around the block past a row of decrepit office buildings, dumpsters and mewling cats, and parked next to a wired gate, which appeared to be just above the underground entrance. He dismounted and cocked his pistol, eyeing a rusty scaffolding on the far side building. 

"Even if the fucker comes out the back, if I can land a clean headshot from above..." Jonah thought excitedly as he stashed his pistol as he hurried over to the scaffolding. 

He clambered up as quietly as he could manage on the rickety metal structure, hoping to God he was finally about to avenge not just his family, his friends, but the 6 Million who would not stand to let that monster go free.

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Travis greedily chomped on a bite of apple, and scoffed at the fallen form of The Colonel, crumpled and bleeding on the floor.

"This cause doesn't respond well to queens, unfortunately," Travis sneered, causally taking yet another bite of the apple and turning triumphantly to face his stunned and relieved Führer.

"But me? I'm a leader. I'm the future." 

Travis took a few glorious moments to bask in the grateful expression on Hitler's grizzled and aged features before taking yet another bite of apple.

"Now if you will excuse me, wait here while I take care of our pest problem. I suspect we have a few Jew-rats that followed us."

Hitler simply nodded and still shell-shocked from the recent twist, gingerly sat in a rusty chair while Travis thundered down the echoing chamber to check with his surveillance team on the roof. He chuckled merrily to himself while tossing the apple core over his shoulder.

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Jonah adjusted his position on the roof. He had been laying on his stomach and pointing his pistol at the front door of the building for the last ten minutes. Every nerve in his body was poised for any sound or sight of movement.

Heart pounding wildly in his ears, Jonah began to wonder if he'd made the wrong call. Did they escape through another hidden exit? Seemingly in answer to his question, the creaking of a door, hurried footsteps, and the cocking of rifles came not from the door he was aimed at, but from an unseen position somewhere behind him on the roof.

Jonah scrambled up as quietly as he could and crouched behind a rampart to peer over. He could just make out the heads of three men muttering amongst themselves in German. They appeared not to take notice as Jonah circled them slowly, trying to find a better angle to take them out. 

Just as he was preparing to round the corner to take a shot, his ears pricked up as another creaking clang of a metal door opening could be heard from the other side of the roof. Jonah took a chance and peeked around to see the unmistakable swagger and demented grin of Travis, who conveniently turned around to speak with one of the snipers on the balcony. 

Jonah's blood boiled and all other priorities were pushed aside as he stared at the man who killed his best friend, who humiliated him at every turn, who managed to escape prison despite all of Jonah's efforts to do the right thing. He wouldn't make that same mistake again. He took a steadying breath before he whipped around the corner with his pistol out, aimed, and took his shot.

His depth perception was clearly off as the bullet missed completely, lodging into the wall behind Travis. 

Fuck!!

Jonah muttered under his breath as he tightened his grip on the trigger and shot again, and again.

Travis ducked and wheeled around to face the source of the shot. His cold eyes lit up and a grin stretched across his mottled features as he saw the mop of dark curls and determined stare of Jonah Heidelbaum making his way along the roof towards him. Shots flew above him as his soldiers fired in earnest at their target. He watched with mirth as Jonah ducked behind skylights as he went, evading the rain of bullets. Travis extended his own pistol and squeezed the trigger just as Jonah stepped out into his firing range. 

Jonah cried out and stumbled as pain pieced his right shoulder and blood splattered his jacket. He kept his eyes locked on the Nazi bastard who had managed to land a shot. Grimacing through the pain, he raised his pistol once more and fired suppressing shots at the soldiers on the balcony.  

Suddenly, Jonah was blasted back as he felt a bullet rip through his torso. His pistol fell from his weak grip as he landed flat on his back, hitting his head on the unforgiving concrete. Furiously blinking out stars, his arms flaying wildly, Jonah could barely manage to wheeze some air into his stunned lungs. But just as the fog began to clear, he let out a groan and clenched his jaw as pain erupted from his side. 

Jonah knew he was in trouble. He had to get up and get out of there.

God this was a stupid idea -

As much as he strained his arms to cooperate, he could only manage to hold his head off the ground for a few moments before collapsing. The urgency increased as he heard Travis' footfalls coming closer and closer. It almost seemed like the gunshots had stopped completely, but Jonah didn't trust his senses at this moment. His body was in fight or flight mode, but he could manage neither. 

Jonah's blue orbs, wide and watering with pain, struggled to make out Travis' blurred features and the barrel of a pistol. He refused to show any sign of fear in his final moments - he would not give Travis the satisfaction as he bled out on the dirty warehouse roof. 

Travis then did something Jonah did not expect. The pistol was lowered and Jonah's view was suddenly obscured by straw-colored hair as strong arms circled underneath his back and under his knees. The moment he left the ground, Jonah let out a wail of agony as his wounds were jostled. As his vision faded to black, Jonah could just make out someone screaming his name in the distance.

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"Jonah!!"

Joe couldn't help himself and screamed, watching in horror as Jonah was scooped up in Travis' arms and disappeared through a metal door, a trail of blood dotting the concrete behind them.

The soldiers on the roof renewed their firing when Joe made himself known and he was forced to take shelter behind a generator. Panting heavily, Joe reloaded his gun and frantically tried to think of what do to. He was cornered, outgunned, and Jonah was in serious danger. Joe blinked away the horrible thoughts going through his mind about what Jonah might be subjected to and calmed his breathing. He needed to come up with a plan, and fast.

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Jonah's consciousness ebbed in and out, his body heavy and cold.

He felt as though he were in a hammock on a ship; swaying back and forth with the swirling waves. 

Before he could be lulled back to sleep, Jonah's stomach dropped as he fell through the air. His right shoulder erupted with fresh pain as he crumpled to the grimy floor. Gasping and gritting his teeth, Jonah cradled his throbbing shoulder and blinked up confusedly at his dark and blurry surroundings. 

Travis's tall silhouette passed in front of a beam of daylight, his footfalls echoing against the damp walls as he circled Jonah, like a tiger circling his prey. 

Jonah could scarcely make out the clattering breaths of another person nearby. He struggled to lift his torso to look around. His eyes widened in horror and his blood boiled when his straining eyes fell upon a familiar old man hunched over in a chair in the corner. 

A strong foot on Jonah's lower back brought his gaze downwards, and he grunted as his injured side was pressed into the ground. 

"So nice of you to join us, Jonah."

Jonah shivered at Travis' words, which were mockingly pleasant yet dripping with malice. He could feel a fresh spurt of warm blood soaking through his shirt to the filthy floor from his ruined abdomen. His breath came in short wheezing gasps as the foot on his back dug deeper, putting pressure on his straining lungs. 

"Tsk tsk tsk. Now, now, Jonah. We can't have you bleeding out on me just yet," Travis taunted as he shoved Jonah's face into the floor. He then began ripping off Jonah's bloodstained jacket, whose arms were bent in unnatural angles while the jacket was torn from his body. 

Jonah struggled feebly, each movement causing his wounds to throb. He let out a pained gasp as he was lifted into a kneeling position and his jacket was unceremoniously tossed aside, his shirt followed shortly after, leaving his bare torso open to the chilly air. To Jonah's surprise, Travis began wrapping a long piece of cloth around his middle, taking care to cover his abdomen and shoulder wounds. Jonah grunted indignantly when the cloth was tightened and tied.

Evidently satisfied with his work, Travis let Jonah's body fall forwards. Jonah's shaking arms couldn't catch himself in time, so he fell, face scraping against the cold floor. Cold, gargling laughter at Jonah's predicament echoed from the corner where Hitler sat. 

"Now, dear Jonah... the true fun can begin..."

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Forced into cover yet again, Joe fumbled with a fresh cartridge before jamming it into his pistol and waiting for the smallest break in the torrent of bullets from the assault rifles. He chanced a glance and raised his arm at the riflemen, managing to fire off a few shots but none of them landed. He didn't have enough time to aim correctly before he had to hide once more.

Where the fuck are they?! 

Just then, the warbling whirr of a helicopter came overhead and the roof positively rumbled as  police officers dressed in green uniforms stormed the roof. They converged on the riflemen, yelling in German for them to drop their weapons. The men complied, dropping their rifles to the ground with hands over their heads.

Joe's heart leapt. This was his chance. 

With no time to spare or request backup, Joe sprinted to the other side of the roof and clawed open the metal door he had seen Travis and Jonah disappear through minutes before. 

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"You know, I'm really glad we have this time to chat, Jonah."

At the mention of his name, Jonah yelped as he was grabbed by the shoulders and roughly flipped onto his back. Warm liquid seeped from the scratch on his face, dark curls now clinging to his sweaty brow, sticky with blood. Now instead of a filthy floor, he could now see Travis' maniacal grin hovering mere inches from his face. Jonah would have preferred the former.

"Fuck you," Jonah spat as he tried to push the imposing body away. At this point, he was shivering from head to toe from the combination of blood loss and cold, Travis' hot breath being the only source of warmth. 

Travis giggled at Jonah's feeble show of defiance and grabbed both of Jonah's wrists with one hand, pinning them over his head. Jonah's wounds screamed as the skin and muscles were stretched, his blue eyes wide as he panted against the pain. With his other hand, Travis playfully traced over Jonah's stomach, his touch warm against the clammy skin. 

"Poor little Jew," Travis cooed. "You thought you could go against me and my army with this weak, inferior body?" He continued his ministrations downwards, hooking a finger under the waistband of Jonah's pants.

Jonah's breath hitched and began struggling anew when the gears started turning in his exhausted brain. This earned him a blinding slap across the face, snapping his head harshly to the side. When he turned his throbbing head to face Travis again, he was taken aback as Travis' smile had devolved into a cold sneer.

"Don't get the wrong idea, little kakerlake. Even the thought of touching you makes me want to vomit. But..." Travis roughly gripped Jonah's chin and whispered, 

"It would be a shame to waste such a pretty face before I slit your throat."

Jonah's eyes widened yet again and fought feebly to release his jaw from Travis' surprisingly persistent grip before his head was shoved to the ground, violently, opening a new gash on his cheek which began to bleed feely. Winded and dizzy from pain, it only half registered to Jonah what the rustling of fabric and the jingle of a belt hitting the floor implicated. 

With his free hand, Travis begun freeing himself from his pants, other hand still gripping tight onto Jonah's blood-soaked curls. Yanking up hard once again forced Jonah to come face to face with his captor's semi-erect and sweaty prick. 

"No teeth. Got it pig?"

Jonah flailed in futility to free his head from Travis' death grip before he was shoved towards the sickeningly pungent organ.

"Suck it. Now!"

As Travis' hands tightened around his throat, Jonah involuntarily sucked in a lungful of air as the length was shoved into his mouth. 

Saliva pooled and dribbled from Jonah's mouth as he choked on the massive obstruction while it was shoved in and out at a dizzying speed. Travis' hands were still closed around his neck as he was face-fucked and suffocated, eyes rolling back as he struggled to breathe. 

"That's it - know - your - place!"

Travis had begun to grow harder and larger in Jonah's abused throat, causing Jonah to gag relentlessly, tears streaming from his eyes. Mercifully, he pulled out for a brief moment, allowing Jonah the chance to vomit up bile. He'd not been able to eat anything before the trial.

Before Jonah could catch his breath, he was being flipped over onto his stomach once more. With his hands free he desperately tried to claw his way across the floor, to get the hell as far away from this psychopath as possible. But Travis had set most of his full weight on top of him, and he was far too weak. Panic flooded Jonah's veins as his belt was unbuckled, his pants and underwear shoved down from his hips, leaving his ass completely exposed to the air. 

"Stop struggling you fucking kyke!" Travis screamed in frustration as he shoved Jonah back down to the ground with a knee to his back, earning a cry of pain from his prize. 

Jonah whimpered pathetically. He scrunched his eyes in shame, trying to will away the warm tears streaming down his bloody and dirty face.
Jonah then felt a warm hardness against his back as rough hands grasped his hips and legs pinned his sides. Jonah reached out wildly, hands scrabbling on the floor for anything he could use as a weapon... 

Travis spit gratuitously on his hand and started to massage his hardening member, lining it up with Jonah's unprepared hole. 

Jonah gritted his teeth as the slimy intrusion found its way past the first ring of muscle. Eyes wide in horror and pain, he found himself muttering under his shaking breaths, realizing nothing but a miracle from HaShem could stop this now.

No, no please. Don't do this, don't do this...

Travis impatiently withdrew his cock and shoved in again with full force, the ill-lubricated blunt object instantly causing Jonah's insides to tear and fresh blood to pool to the floor. A cry of sheer agony erupted from Jonah as his world dissolved into despair. 

Jonah's hips were hoisted up off the floor. With each grunting thrust, Travis burrowed deeper and deeper into the warm and slippery cavern, Jonah whimpering each time he was violated, a rhythmic wet slapping of skin echoing around the deserted room.

Travis reached around Jonah's waist and chuckled ecstatically between frantic pants and thrusts.

"You - fag!"

To his horror, Jonah found that intermingled with the pain, a warmth had begun pooling in his groin. Through his streaming eyes, he looked down to see Travis holding his partially-erect dick.

Jonah cursed his body for betraying him at a time like this. How could he possibly feel pleasure with anyone other than...

Satisfied with the pure humiliation of it all, Travis once again grabbed both sides of Jonah's hips and began thrusting even faster. The sound of slapping skin became even more prominent, mixed with Jonah's keening wails, and the gleeful chuckling of the old man in the corner. 

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Fuck!

A steel door swung lazily back into position on its hinges, the man responsible for kicking it in just moments ago proceeds immediately to the next.

Fuck!!

Joe cursed the air as yet another empty room presented itself. He had been storming down seemingly endless dark corridors, desperately kicking every door he came across. He'd lost count of just how many rooms there were in this stupidly vast warehouse, and yet none of them contained Jonah.

Wiping the sweat from his eyes, Joe leaned his back against a cool wall and tried to steady his breathing. He must have been at this for at least 20 minutes and was beginning to panic. How far into this god-forsaken place had Travis taken Jonah? Was Jonah even alive?!

As he closed his eyes, all Joe could see were Jonah's; round, blue, and full of so much hope. Such a child - no, that wasn't quite correct was it. 

Back in South America, the moment the real Joe came back, when he was finally able to conquer his captor's brainwashing, all he heard was Jonah screaming, "Don't shoot!" He's certain if it weren't for Jonah, Harriet would have gladly blown his head off. He'd done so many horrible things, and yet Jonah still saw that he was worth saving. Such a different person from the scared little boy who had naively offered a glass of water to a Nazi in that recording studio. Despite all that happened, Jonah still tried to see the good in people.

When had he begun to care for Jonah so much? 

Joe's ears perked up when he heard the faintest of noises echoing from a hallway to his right. His fervor renewed, all his senses became focused on finding the source. Maybe it was a rat, or the wind. Somehow, Joe could feel this was an important lead. 

He quietly cocked his pistol and began along the corridor, as swiftly as he could, keeping his footfalls soft. As he proceeded, he could begin to make out a male voice. Joe picked up the pace, his heart bursting in his chest. 

Joe stopped at a particularly rusty door that seemed to open to a large, open area. He could definitely make out a voice now. He peered around the door enough to see inside.

The moment he laid eyes on the scene in front of him, he had to stuff his fist into his mouth to stop from screaming and vomiting at the same time.

Jonah. Jonah was there. It was unmistakably him. But he was bloody, naked, laying on the floor of that grimy room, and that fucker Travis had his hands around his neck. It didn't look like he was breathing...

He saw red.

Fuck due process. Fuck consequences. 

Joe slid through the doorway, silently aiming his surprisingly steady hand at Jonah's assailant and squeezed the trigger.

Travis' body lilted and sank to the dirty ground, a gaping, bloody hole straight through the side of his head.

At the same time, a terrified yowl emitted from the corner of the room and Joe whipped his pistol around but hesitated when he laid eyes on his former captor and tormentor. The old man's face was contorted in horror as he gazed at his hopeful successor, now clearly dead and still bleeding on the floor. He then shifted to squint at Joe who stepped into a sunbeam, pistol still held aloft.  

Thoughts, compulsions, memories, they all swirled around in Joe's mind - I need to get Jonah out of here - this fucker needs to die - NO! He should be put away forever - But what if he escapes again?

Shaking his head violently, he took a deep breath and stowed his pistol hurriedly and ran over to Jonah who was as white as a sheet. 

Joe pulled Jonah close to him in a desperate embrace. At Joe's touch, he could feel Jonah began to take shuddering, shallow breaths. Grateful tears came streaming down his face as Joe held the battered and shivering form, rocking slightly, scarcely believing he had made it in time. 

He's alive.

But time was not on their side - Jonah's wounds were severe. The haphazard bandaging job on his rapidly rising and falling chest had now come undone, and the wounds were dribbling freely onto the cold ground, steam rising from the still warm liquid. Joe also noted with fury the numerous scratches and gashes along his sweet face, and to his horror, his hand which had been holding Jonah under his backside came away just as bloody.

Joe was jolted from his thoughts by the cackling of the old man who had risen from his chair and begun to flounce over to the scene before him. 

"You see Mizushima - they are all weak. Leave him be, and you can assume command of my arm-"

Joe gently placed Jonah back on the ground, but only for a moment. He wheeled around and ran at the old man with such fury, he had covered the distance between them in only a few paces and decked him so hard in the face, Hitler was instantly knocked unconscious and lay prone on the floor. He hesitated for a moment, hand reaching for his pistol before an even better idea graced his thoughts. 

He pulled out his lighter, unscrewing the gas cap and sprinkling the contents all over the Nazi's body. Kicking the man in the side, Hitler awoke with a groan.

"I want you to be awake for this you piece of shit." Joe Spat. "I want no one to be able to identify you. No one will know, no one will care for your corpse. You will die here, alone, forgotten, and forsaken."

Joe smirked in mirth as he clicked the lighter into life and dropped it on top of Hitler. Immediately, his body burst into flames and a horrible, gargling screech emitted from the once great dictator. Now being slowly consumed by flames, as if being fueled by the millions he slaughtered. 

Once he was satisfied the fire would burn strong, he wheeled around back to Jonah, removing his own jacket and wrapping him tightly in it. He carefully scooped the frail body off the ground. Joe winced as he accidentally pushed against Jonah's shoulder wound but found in horror that Jonah had barely moved in reaction. 

Joe held an ear up to Jonah's open mouth and was relieved to hear the faintest of warm breaths tickling his face. 

With renewed urgency, Joe ran as fast as his legs could carry him, holding Jonah close to his chest as they bolted towards the exit to this horrible place.