“You…” said the Unnamed Man, arming his arm and turning it into a blade.
“You know him…?” asked Zephyr, while the Unnamed Man activates his blades.
“Yeah… He’s the guy who did this to me…”
“You’re talking about my twin,” said the Lizard Man. “I am Tuko. And yes, I was a Nazi.”
Everyone powered up, except for Omega. “I believe we need to hear this one out…”
“He’s a murderer of Jews...” said Zephyr.
“Correction. I never killed a Jewish Soul… I thought I did… I just pretended to kill but in reality, I was too much of a pussy to-...” He licks his eyeball. “-kill anybody… But I did align with them. Father forced me to.”
“And your father is-?” askled Zephyr.
“Adolf Hitler. He is the son of Cyborg Hitler Prometheus Prime fought all those years ago.”
“All the more we should kill him,” said Zephyr.
The Unnamed Man sniffs him. “Somethin’ about him… don’t feel right… He doesn’t smell like one…”
“Like a piece of shit?” asked Typhoon Lovebomb.
“I like ya…” he smirked. “No… Like a Nazi. So, yeah. A piece of shit. What’s up with you?”
“I never committed a crime… I am clean… I believe that I am not his son, so I am not his son.”
“How can you believe that you’re not his son and therefore not be his son?”
“My Usog is called Eyes of the Unwavering. Anything I believe lets me live forever, since I believe I am a good man. So, I’m therefore not a Nazi.”
“But… you WERE a Nazi?” asked Zephyr.
“Nope. Never was. Never did a crime…”
Omega interjects. “He was. I read this man’s mind. He’s clean. He was just a service officer until Prometheus Prime attacked his platoon. He even killed a few Nazis himself.”
“So, technically, you pretended to be a Nazi?” asked Typhoon.
“There is no technicality. I… am a Good Man. I am Tuko.”
”Listen, Pre… I may be the whitest motherfucker in here but don’t you bullshit me,” the Unnamed Man points the razor blade near his neck. “Don’t bullshit me. Were you a Nazi?”
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“No.”
The Unnamed Man sighs and takes it down. “He isn’t… He kills his own.”
“Past tense. Killed. I don’t kill anymore. I am Tuko.”
“What are ya?” asked Unnamed Man.
“What are you?” asked Tuko. “Are YOU a Nazi?”
Everyone backs away from the Unnamed Man.
“Oh, fuck off, all of you. I just don’t remember.”
“Then start believing.”
He sighs. “Fine. Name’s Itak, and I’m gonna use my Itak to kill ya for even thinkin’ that…”
“I like that name,” smirked Typhoon, as Zephyr rolled his eyes and crossing his arms.
“So… You didn’t become a Nazi?”
“FIne… I’ll explain. My power is of the present tense. Whatever I am now, allows me to overwrite all I am, before and after.”
“So what you were before-...” said Typhoon.
“Never happened,” smiled Tuko.
“But it happened…” said Zephyr.
“Unless you rewrite the pages of what I was.”
The Voice speaks. “(He’s right. He actually rewrote his existence. In the truth of the origin of reality, I made him what he once. Now, he overwrote what was once. He never killed Jews in the new timeline. He only killed… Nazis.)”
“Fuck Nazis,” smirked Tuko. “OR SHOULD I tell the world of your OWN arrogant actions, Itak‘? Or shall I say, Samuel Haddock?”
“Who now?” asked Itak.
“Uncle… Sam…?” asked Zephyr. “You’re THE Uncle Sam?”
“What?” asked Itak, turning to them.
“The symbol of the United States during the second World War. Samuel Haddock was indeed Uncle Sam of that very same Earth, before you disappeared 15 years ago during a raid in Philistan.”
“Philistan?” asked Itak. “I remember… a country known for uh… Arabs, right?”
“Yes… Reports say you killed hundreds of Philistani…” said Omega. “But I know the truth. One ally of yours told me that those bodies belonged to American soldiers seeking to brutally subjugate the area. You were named war criminal upon your death, and your disappeared…”
Suddenly, Itak remembers… glimpses.
Born in New York City… Syringes… trapped in a tank… blades clawing out of his flesh as he screams in pain… A fire writing out of his very Soul, forming from the claws of his heart… For God, and for their Country. Obedience has replaced his conscience for a moment, and his obedience devours him… He became a Soldier… Mindless on his own… He became a soldier that demands to answer God’s calling. He confused obedience with kindness… devoured by pride, greed, and disobedience born from what once was his obedience. He began to listen to the Devil of which sounded like his Word written on a book without actually understanding the whole sculpture. He became devoured by this American idea… But, one day, he saw crying. Crying in the eyes of an enemy of America. A Philistani. He realized what he had been doing in his later years… was what the world was telling him to do. What he himself believed was the answer to what God or the world is telling him to do… What the government told him to do… What the normal told him to conceive… He began to realize, he was America. He became Uncle Sam at that very moment. So, he decided to become a weapon against that. An Itak, if you will.
He opened his eyes, hands shaking, fingers twitching, and eyebrows furrowed. “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” Itak slashed on the bark nearby and tears it to pieces. And it fell…
“That tree was the hardest material of the universe… Made of Nuclear Pasta…” said Tuko.
“RAAAAAAH!!! KRRYYYEAAAAAH!!!” Itak roared.
Zephyr sighs. “That’s kinda annoying…”
Both Omega and Typhoon turn to Zephyr, sighing.
“What!? He’s the animal!” yelled Zephyr.
“Question, though,” said Tuko. “Who recruited all of you?”
“What!?” asked Zephyr.
“No…” said Omega. “You mean to tell me… Oh dear…”
“That doesn’t sound good,” said Typhoon.
“Yes. Only people who signed up for this fight can enter. Who recruited us?”
“Miguel Azral?” asked Tuko.
“Who?” asked Omega. “You mean the Acting Saint King?”
“Oh no…” said Tuko, only for a wave of dust to envelope all of them form a loud bang…