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Feb. 7th, 2006 @ 10:51 am crazy drivers
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Date:March 22nd, 2006 03:30 am (UTC)
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Okay... um... obviously not 100 words, here. So sue me. It esploded out of control.... I figured you wouldn't mind. ;D

He looked out his window as the parade of Hitler Youth went by. Honestly, who did these people think they were kidding? He couldn’t help but feel scorn for the straight lines of children-

he didn’t care what they called them, these were CHILDREN learning to hate like this

- goosestepping through the rows of houses filled with people who were not and never would be ‘perfect.’ There was no perfection, he’d learned that the hard way. He hated himself for it, but he couldn’t escape his reality. He.. couldn’t. He was too weak even to escape that which was sent to tempt him into further imperfection. He hated himself, hated the monster, hated… everything about this world that kept him from the one thing he truly wanted-

want was what had gotten him into this in the first place, hadn’t it? wanting too much

-which was a way home.

They called themselves Ubermensch, a master race, perfect humans… they weren’t anymore perfect than he was and… well, he’d met the ‘Ubermensch,’ back in his own world and in his nightmares.

Waking nightmares, filled with hands and teeth and… no. He wouldn’t, couldn’t think about the monster. Heh… if these people knew what a true ‘Ubermensch’ was, they’d run screaming for the hills and never speak the word again. He was half tempted to-

temptation, always temptation, wasn’t it?

-turn the monster loose. But he wouldn’t. He watched the last of the children go by, wondering how they could consider blond and blue to be so perfect when true terror, true power, true… perfection.. came only in black and purple.