by Libbylawrence
Continued from Freedom Fighters: Awakening
July, 1968:
Even in a world at war, certain naturally occurring moments continued to occur with a comforting regularity. People died of old age. Happy couples married. Oh, and births occurred. Most of them were perfectly normal as a whole, but it was a world at war, and strange things did happen from time to time.
Brooklyn’s Mercy General Hospital was a busy place, but the staff was well-trained and knew exactly how to handle worried patients or sudden emergencies. However, as one young woman went into labor on one particular day in the summer of 1968, something happened that no highly trained doctor or skilled nurse could have anticipated.
The Nazis took over the free world.
It was not instantaneous, but the activation of mind-controlling rays beamed down from outer space was pervasive enough that matters of geography or degree of influence were irrelevant at best. At the exact moment the strange rays blanketed Brooklyn and the rest of the Eastern USA, a baby was born.
The birth was normal in most ways, and the tired mother’s joy was typical at such a moment. The proud father was absent in the military, but that was hardly unusual in a world at war. The baby cried, and the doctor nodded in approval even as a nurse frowned slightly. As the physician and the nurse stepped away from the patient and the newborn, the nurse whispered, “Dr. Brown, I know it sounds crazy, but when the baby first cried, I thought I heard static, like some kind of broadcast signal gone wrong!”
Dr. Brown scolded her gently in the way that the handsome doctor had done with all the young nurses. He was smoothly confident and reassuring on the outside. But beneath his glib exterior, Dr. Brown hid his own concerns.
She’s right, he thought. I heard the static, too! When he opened his eyes for just a second, I thought I saw some weird flash of energy! We’ve both been working too hard.
Looking back, he saw a joyful mother holding her child, and immediately dismissed his fears. Brown, old man, you need some time off, he thought.
And so the new family was left to rest and recover and eventually to start their new lives together in a small house in Brooklyn.
The baby grew stronger, and time passed. The Nazis eventually lost control of the world.
The world at war became a world at peace, and in all too short a time, it became a world at war once more. People died of old age. Happy couples married. Births occurred. As for the unique boy born at that specific moment on that fateful day in 1968, he lived a fairly normal life until one warm spring day in 1987, when he became the ruler of the world.