A Tyrant's Changing Experiences: A Narrative Fiction

"Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!" Demanded the American president. We had been listening to the translation ever since he arrived, but now, it's time to take action. As I stood to leave, I saw my young brother standing with me.
"Hanz, stay with Mama,"I command.
"Ahhhh," Hanz whined. "But I want to go to."
"Stay," I told him. "And behave yourself."
I walked down the stair case to face my mother, whom had clearly heard everything
"And where are you going?" Asked my mother. "And why can't you take your brother?"
"I'm going to Gregor's house," I responded to her quickly, in a feeble attempt to cover up my true ambitions. "I don't want him getting into trouble."
"Don't you dare lie to me," she warned. "Where is it you are going?!?"
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Fool was looking to out do me. Again.
"One step at a time my simple minded friend," I explained. "First we shall free the city, then Germany as a whole,then we shall rid the world of communism."
"Now come," I commanded. "let's pay the wall a visit."
As we walked to the wall, about 1.5 kilometers away, we rarely spoke.
"Where is your brother, Hanz?" Wilhelm asked me. Of all of us, he is by far the quietest, rarely speaking.
"He is home with Mama," I explained. "I could not let him join us, he's merely a child."
"He's 10 years old," Omar cut in, he always had a habit of doing that. "I remember when you were 10 and you broke your arm my jumping off the roof."
"Well there's a few key things you forgot," I countered with a grin. "You were the one telling me to do and you were the one who pushed me off."
Before he could open his mouth to reply, a horrible sound rang out. The unforgettable crack of a …show more content…

"Disperse or you will be fired upon!"
"Looks like we are here my friends," Gregor said as he peeked around a corner. Omar being the cocky idiot that he is, tried to run past all of us and go straight for the wall.
"Wait," I told him as grabbed onto him. "Gregor, what do you see?"
"They're bluffing," he said with a small chuckle. "They can not fire upon this many people, they're trying to scare them."
"Good," Wilhelm said with an evil grin. "We can work our way from the rear to the front of the crowd, take a few shots at the wall, and if things go bad, run for home.
"Things won't go bad," I reassured Wilhelm. "We can not afford to retreat. If they send dispersal squads and they are to shoot, then we will die fighting. Both them and the wall."
"Fantastic speech, but can I go now all mighty Zeus?" Omar asked rhetorically.
"Fine," I replied with a long sigh. "But stay close."
We worked our way from the back of the crowd all the way to the middle when another gunshot rang out. "Return to your homes or you shall be shot!" Shouted the man over the loud speaker.
"Call his bluff!" I shouted to the crowd. "Take down this