Free Outside Hell by Milo Spires Page A

with its soft hues of golden
brown.
     
    Its rays truly welcome as they tickled the
feathers of a mother eagle who’d just ripped apart a rat to feed
her babies with. Its skin stretching under the pressure as the
bigger bird with her massive talons and razor sharp beak,
desperately sought the goodness from within.
     
    All the while dad was away soaring through
the brisk morning air, and searching the vast open snowy
countryside and tangled undergrowth that ran alongside the river
Dunar, hoping for bigger prey such as rabbits or small deer to
bless them with.
     
    A thousand feet below the edge of their nest,
and at the base of the cliff face that they’d chosen to raise her
kids on; hundreds of genetically modified German soldiers marched
two abreast in long lines, with frozen expressions across their
faces. The swinging and jostling of their rifles, plus stern
echoing cries and synchronized stamping of their feet, rudely
imposed on the peace and tranquility of their feathery neighbors up
above.
     
    All around heavy tanks, light tanks, armored
cars and other old German military vehicles hummed and crunched as
their heavy block tires and steel tracks, charged backwards and
forwards across the square mile of icy tarmac that was beneath
them.
     
    Huge vertical cliffs that were hundreds of
feet in height surrounded the top-secret military installation,
providing the perfect shelter from prying eyes. To the south dense
pine forests standing mostly in a soldiered fashion and almost
suffocating from over population, with a winding pathway through
the center, offered the only way in and out.
     
    Working fast in a huge patch of shade
underneath the eagle’s nest and close to the main entrance,
delivery trucks had their backs down and were being unloaded. Huge
crates of supplies were checked under the watchful eye of their own
snipers, and then when approved being wheeled inside.
     
    To the left of the entrance army choppers
were parked four a breast with teams of mechanics buzzing around
them. Their massive silhouettes and four rotor heads were casting
distancing shadows and blocking out the suns energy from the deep
snow that was beneath them.
     
    At the same time on their sides, Laser guided
cannons were being reloaded with thousands of rounds of bullets.
Each one filled with the potent MX1 vampire anesthetic. A drug
developed in house for their soldiers to catch vampires with and
then bring them back to be operated on, in their desperate hunt for
immortality.
     
    Inside these steel flying machines, their
engines were having compression checks carried out, oil changes,
serviced and made ready for the next mission in Romania the
following evening.
     
    Across in the forest, teams of 6 feet tall
soldiers practiced body throws and hand to hand combat, whilst
others carried huge rocks that normal middle-aged men could hardly
lift. The surrounding two hundred feet tall pine trees swayed
gently, saying nothing as they looked down at them with ridiculing
thoughts; hardly impressed as the soldiers tried to prove their
superhuman strengths.
     
    All the while inside the
entrance of the top secret base some ways away, and back across the
icy tarmac behind the main door; a massive sliding lump of rock
that was also lined with lead to keep the voices out, their boss
Adolf was considering calling it off and giving everyone much
needed holidays. He was actually really thinking that if they were
more relaxed then after the holidays, they might actually find
immortality quicker. Only when he was told that a godly sized
vampire from Paris was going to be up at the shack, suddenly red
mist of anger had sunk down over the Führer’s brain. In response he’d
cancelled his previous thoughts of R&R and pushed on with his
original plan to raid the shack in the Carpathian Mountains of
Romania.
     
    *****
    Ever since he’d started hearing voices back
in 1935 that were commanding and controlling him Adolf had tried to
escape them, only the voice