My breaths came in ragged rasps punctuated by wheezing coughs wrought with pain. Behind my eyes was a permanent firework display celebrating the bonfire day taking place in my brain. Looking down, I released pressure on my abdomen and swallowed a shudder as the small pocket I created filled with blood in earnest. A short yelp sounded off down the alley I was currently dying in, and I looked over to find one of the single most radiant women I've ever seen. "Hilfe bitte..."(Help please) I pleaded with her, hoping that she'd not run off at the sight of me dying. Before I passed out, all I saw was her darting from the mouth of the alley and out of sight. "Ah... ok then..."
In hindsight, going back to World War 2 after Hitler was probably not my smartest decision. I'd got the time and his approximate location as of then, all was set up perfectly; I'd kill him at his own birthday. With my idiocy, I'd forgotten to take into account two things; one, the wrath and anger of a father, and two, the fact this fucking watch only lets me go backwards. I appeared in the front room of his projected childhood house ready to stop one of the worst atrocities the world has ever seen, and found them having the birthing right then and there. Alois Hitler, my objective's father, noticed me first and then my knife. I can't help but think I should have prepared better, especially when mine and Alois' toussle resulted in me being tossed out the front bay window with my own knife in my gut. I crushed the watch in the fall, destroying it and slipping through yet more time.
I'd learned it was 1836, I was in Lower Austria, and that the woman who'd saved me was a delightful person all around by the time I was out of the hospital. She'd been visiting me constantly during my recuperation and we hit it off well. Honestly, I'd left my own family nearly two hundred years later, and my chances of getting back to them was nil, so I jumped at the chance of a companionship that she seemed not too averse to in the slightest. Indeed, Maria Schicklgruber was a catch but it was ultimately destined to fail. My body gave out less than a year later when she was halfway pregnant with my child.