The War That Transcends Timelines! 88 Departure

Location: 10 Minutes away from Manchester's centre

POV: Kyle's

The men looked silently at the approaching lights in the distance, they weren't enemy planes nor searchlights. They were the lights of the Bustling city of Manchester, with the HMS Dreadnought coming closer each minute. Many onboard were questioning if they got their orders correct, some were questioning the morality behind it, while others were excited by the order.

I was sitting on my chair, my hands under my chin as I contemplate the order which I just gave.

'Isn't this what I hated about the wars? Wasn't I crying when I read the number of dead? I do not remember my past clearly anymore. I have noticed that with each pa.s.sing day I am no longer that which I was when I came here, from my memories all the way to my personality.' Rudolf looked at me, thinking, wondering, before opening his mouth ''Kyle, I am not questioning your personality, but is this the way we shall wage war? This act will set the rules of this war. Are you sure we can handle it?'' I ignored the probing gaze, I just say there and continued to look into the empty s.p.a.ce in front of me going over the words Rudolf just said,

'Isn't this what made people villains? Isn't this very act what turned the world against them?' I just sat there silently still thinking about the words. The Sirens sounded, personnel were running through the halls, ''This is the Captain speaking, all personnel get into firing positions, the target is,'' the intercom was silent for a second,'' Manchester's residential areas.'' Afterwards, it was silent, ''Kyle, this is your last chance.'' Rudolf's voice rang in my head. ''10...9...8...7...'' The countdown sounded over the intercom, My mind just couldn't stop thinking about this action 'But History is written by the winners. The British, Americans, French, Flemish, Dutch, all Nations have ma.s.sacred in recent times, why should I stick to morals from a world where the world behaves differently? Even if I do not do this, what guarantees me that my enemy won't do the same? There was never an option, to begin with. If I have to be a person going down in History as a villain only means I lost the war, but if I go down as its saviour, it means I will have won the war. And since I am set on winning, why care about reputation if you have lost?' ''...3...2...1,'' a pause came before the last number, ''Zero.'' The intercom was silent after the announcement. Silence drifted in the air for another 5 seconds before the Zeppling started to shake, booming sounds came from outside, the Bomb bays opened as sirens sounded to clear the area, Rudolf just lowered his head, not wanting to think about it. I continued to stare into s.p.a.ce as reports came in over the intercom.

Manchester has been signed its death sentence, this peaceful city will be the biggest Urban wasteland in the world from now on.

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''Honey, you have to get that job interview at Liverpool, wake up.'' My wife woke me up slowly. 'G.o.d my back hurts.' I complain in my heart as I stood up from the bed. ''Did you prepare breakfast?'' I asked her. She nodded while helping me dress. I walk into the kitchen and sat down to eat my breakfast while reading the newspaper. ''Tensions rise between the Council of Nations and the League of Nations. Hope it doesn't lead to a trade war.'' I said to my wife while I continued to read the paper. ''Don't worry honey, there have been multiple times when this happened, why should it suddenly lead to a trade war?'' She answered while doing the dishes. ''Just saying honey.'' I chuckle while standing up. I walk over and give her a kiss on the lips before walking towards the door with my suitcase which contains my papers and information. 'Mhm?' ''What is it?'' My wife asks, ''Nothing, I thought I just saw something large moving through the clouds.'' I answered before taking a taxi to Liverpool. ''Sir, where too?'' The driver asked, ''Royal Court Theatre in Liverpool sir.'' I answered politely. The Taxi driver pulled his hat a bit down as a signal that he understood. ''That will take about 1 hour and 30 minutes.'' The driver answered as he started the car engine.

We drove through the streets of Manchester, it was night so almost no one was up. It is that I have an interview in Liverpool early in the morning that I am already leaving this early. A good song was playing on the radio as we drove through the streets, but it was suddenly interrupted by a very loud sound similar to a cannon firing. ''b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l!'' The driver shouted as he heard the sound, ''What was that?!?'' I ask the driver, ''I have no idea!'' Panick overcame the driver and started to drive faster than the allowed limit.

It was completely silent as a blinding light shone in our eyes, ''WHAT!'' The driver shouted as he stepped on the breaks. A ma.s.sive fireball was rising higher and higher in the distance followed up be another one and another one, never-ending. The radio connection broke as well. ''BACK!'' I shouted at the driver, who immediately stepped on the reverse pedal. I looked behind me,

''NOOOO!'' I shouted in anguish, ''WHAT!'' The driver shouted before looking in his rearview mirror, a large fireball was spreading at the location he picked the man up, ''MY WIFE!'' I shouted as tears streamed down my face. The driver ignored him as he started to make his way through Manchester trying to avoid the fireb.a.l.l.s, but less than 5 minutes later another wave of fireb.a.l.l.s appeared at the locations the sh.e.l.ls impacted. 'Why? Why? WHY!' I shouted in my heart, ''Who could do something this cruel?!?'' The driver shouted as he started driving through many alleys, people crowded the streets as they ran in their pants and pyjamas. When suddenly a green gas enveloped the other side of the alley, ''f.u.c.k!'' The driver shouted as he slammed the breaks before reversing.

After speeding through alleyways, streets, even driving over fellow people did we finally make it to the outskirts of Manchester. ''We... made it.'' The driver said while breathing heavily, I just looked in front of me, it showed the city manchester ingulfed in flames and a green gas also enveloped the city ruins. There was nothing left but death, ruin, despair, pain, hatred and the lingering feeling of doom.

On the 3rd of March, 1938, in less than 10 minutes the city of Manchester and all its citizens were wiped from the face of the earth. Leaving behind not a single living organism. It was then that the Union realised something has gone terribly wrong with their plan, it was also the day that Switzerland was branded as a Barbaric nation.

To my readers, the chapter Kiefersfelden has been drastically altered, the Bunker thing is removed and replaced by a normal military base, this is for a more realistic story, also the Bunker system returned back in Switzerland.)

Maps of the MC's World:

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/cdn3tq4ryf8ksab/AABiQpYD2GOChfJ05j_UChADa?dl=0