Isn't it funny how people will berate, neglect, and harass others then expect those same people to help them with their problems?
I went into hiding 72 years ago. More than seven thousand miles I traveled. Alone, secluded, and on my own to escape my past demons. 128 years; that's how long I've been confined on this floating rock. I'll be leaving soon. The key to immortality was easy, developing space travel on your own is harder. The Americans got to the moon in 1969. WHY. ARE. THEY. SO. GOD. DAMN. PERSISTENT. But I have them now. I'm not only ready but farther ahead than they ever were or will ever be. Long distance space travel, nuclear power, and painting. These are just a few of the many things I've mastered in 72 years of solitude. I would destroy them exactly how they'd destroyed me. Just much, much worse.
10 days later
It seems I have been sidetracked. The Central News Network has reported the nation of North Korea is preparing a nuclear strike on America. No. No. No. no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no. NO.
This is my job. My responsibility. I DID NOT WASTE 72 YEARS TO BE OUTDONE BY AN INSANE MANCHILD!
Forget America. They would be dealt with later. North Korea would pay with its nation's soul for DARING to get in my way.
PING Another alert. "North Korea has launched its nuclear bomb. Los Angeles residents and surrounding areas should seek bunker cover immediately."
I must act now.
My hangar opened as I clicked the remote. There was no time to bask in the first sky I'd seen in 70 or so years. More important things were at hand. Quickly I hoist myself onto the seat of my short distance craft. It would do this job fine. As I taxied out to my run down runway I looked up. There it was. As expected, a faint streak slowly crossed the clear blue sky. I took off into action at thousands of miles per hour. As I reached the edge of the atmosphere I saw it, glimmering in the black foreverness of space. A warhead. It took about two minutes to catch up to it. I was running out of time. I had to land this perfectly. My craft would be lost but my world saved. I lowered the extender arm from my ship. After grasping the object trying to ruin me, the super boosters rotated 180 degrees and went full throttle.
If I told myself yesterday that I was doing everything I could to save America from imminent doom, I would have shot myself. But the circumstances have changed. If anyone was going to end that miserable hell hole of a country run the wrong way by the wrong people, then it would be me.
Now was the time. If I failed this section of the process, I would be torn into billions of pieces, scattered throughout time and space, but still living. I slammed my fist on the activator that read "light speed" and jumped out into the earth's atmosphere as the countdown rang. The last thing I saw before blacking out was my spacecraft disappear in less than a blink of an eye. I soared to the ground below at terminal velocity.
I was unconscious. I did not know this, but news networks across the globe had filmed this whole ordeal. Live. They had all seen me save them so I could kill them. But they didn't need to know that.
I slammed into a sand dune at 125 mph.
I awoke in a big room, In a big bed, surrounded by big names. One of them spoke to me.
"Who- Who are you?"
"I am Adolf Hitler. You're welcome."
I stood up, looked around, brushed myself off, and walked out the door.