A Spartacists' Fate

January of 1919 was a year of change for the face of Europe and her boundaries. Countries were cut up, or destroyed while others were born and reborn again. For Germany it became a beginning of a new era in the aftermath of a defeat in the Great War that lasted from 1914 to 1918. The Armistice was signed with a large amount of punishments laid upon the once proud German Empire. Several months after the armistice was signed in November of 1918 upheaval and parties started to rise. The communist party was one of many parties that squabbled in the streets all over Germany in the fight for control. In Berlin a coup was just attempted. Under the leadership of Karl Liebknecht and Rosa Luxemburg the Spartacist group went against the current government of the Weimar Republic in the hopes of starting a revolution.

            “The bomb went off!” Hans yelled running down the street towards two others who wore the Spartacists badges.

            “Wait…what?” Leopold shouted in aghast.

            “Bombs away our revolution has started brother!” Hans said patting him on the cheek. Leopold looked at him with disbelief.

            “What did you do? HANZ what did you do?” Leopold screamed at him. The other two looked at them as if they were parents arguing.

            “Revolution of course!” Hans said smacking him in the chest twice playfully. Hans smiled a stupid smile and laughed.

            “You are crazy Luxemburg said not to attempt a coup!” Leopold growled.

            “Pfff that bitch doesn’t what she is talking about-“ Hans was cut off by the sounds of whistles and boots hitting the streets.

            “It’s the paramilitary and the Wehrmacht let’s get out of here!” one of the other Spartacists yelled out in fear and worry.

            A quartet of Spartacists raced down the alley towards another street where one of the others had a car waiting for them. Each one got inside the vehicle and started the engine. The front seat was full taken by a strange sack forcing the other three to cram inside the back of the vehicles.  Lukas pressed hard on the accelerator forcing the vehicle to race down the street. He turned around streets that were too small for multiple cars and kept going until he reached the end of Berlin. It was not through the main entrances or streets but through a neighborhood. Their ride drove on the grass winding around trees and bushes before he decided to get back to the main road.

            “Lukas where are you taking us Poland or to Bavaria? Ahhahahaha!” the other one said laughing at his driving. Eckhard laughed so hard that no sound came out of his mouth. It worried them for a bit until he started to cry of laughter.

            Lukas ignored him as he came back onto the dirt road that led out of the city. He drove on for some time until the vehicle ran out of gas. All of them got out of the vehicle finding themselves in a forest outside of Berlin’s boundaries and outskirts.   

            “Where are we?” Leopold asked looking at the trees around them.

            “No clue, Lukas where the heck did you take us?” Hans demanded from Lukas.

            Lukas ignored his question and went straight for the bag. He snatched it up and made his way into the forest. The other three looked at each other confused, puzzled and angry at him. Hans raced after him first.

            “HEY, Lukas, what the heck? Where are you off to?” he roared at the fellow Spartacist who appeared oblivious to his cry. Lukas looked over his shoulder to acknowledge his fellow party members.

            “I am off to give my offering to the old man they call the Rubezahl.” Lukas answered to his friends.

            “The Rubezahl does not exist Lukas you no longer a child quit believing in fairy tales!” Leopold screamed at his blind fellow party member.

            “He is a mountain spirit my comrade. Rebezahl may be a prankster, but he does reward us. Those who give him offerings according to the Krkonose Cult.” Lukas replied still in the blind stupor that he was in.

            “Bugger that Rubezahl old man spirit fuck! How can we get back to Berlin?” Erckhard yelled throwing an object at him.

            The leaves rustled violently as the trees started to moan and rock a little. Each one swayed back and forth as if they were about to move. Roots pulled themselves out of the ground like the trees were coming alive and discovering they had limbs. Out of the branches dropped a large figure with a long thick beard, grayish hair, and wearing medieval style clothing. This figure stood nine feet tall and bellowed at the sight of the Spartacists.

            “Who the Reich are you sir?” Leopold demanded pointing a finger at this tall figure. Erckhard and Hans stood next to him as if ready to attack or flee for their lives. Lukas dropped to his knees and bowed to this tall figure. He pushed the sack over to this tall medieval bearded figure.

            Whoever this figure may be even if he was Rubezahl, the male giant flicked a single finger causing lightning to come down and strike Leopold first. Leopold’s body burst into flame and collapsed onto the ground. He was nothing more than ash and smoke on the ground. The tall figure’s gaze then looked to Hans and Erckhard. Each Spartacist must have soiled themselves before this tall figure after witnessing a comrade burst into flame and ash. He did it again to Hans this time while growling something under his breath. Hans’ body exploded, blood flesh, and guts flew all over this place. Erckhard was covered in his own friend’s guts, and blood. He screamed hysterically out of blind fear and shock. In his mind this brought back the trenches and the shell shock he witnessed on the western front. Scared for his life he tried to flee, but this Rubezahl stopped him and impaled his body a branch high in a tree.