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Explooosion!

After his birth, his parents and close family quickly realised that Sebastian wasn't a normal child. It wasn't that he learned very fast or was able to walk after a few months like some kind of prodigy.

No, Sebastian was a very quiet child, focused on what he liked. He cried seldomly and only when he was hurt, like when he fell on his face or when he burned himself touching the heated stove. He mostly just watched or tried to explore his surroundings when nobody had an eye on him.

While growing up, he didn't have a lot of friends, only a few, with whom he shared a burning passion. The passion for fantasy, mystical worlds and magic and they often met to have one of their parents read them books, like Narnia or their favourite, Harry Potter.

But while Sebastian treasured magic and fantasy, he also liked science, though on a very basic level, as he wasn't a genius and got his Master when he was fifteen like some Chinese children. No, he liked physics and that it was all structured and most of it bound to understandable laws, like the laws of motion and gravity.

Maybe influenced by his grandfather, he was also interested in the history of the country he grew up in. Germany. To both his and his grandfather's shame, his grandfather had to serve in the German SS during the Nazi regime, but that didn't stop Sebastian from admiring Germany, its past, power and influence on the world.

Therefore, when he got older, he travelled to historical sites or visited the stronghold of the political power in Germany, the Bundestag.

 

-HP-

 

- 2015, Sebastians 14th birthday, Bundestag, Berlin-

"I'm finally back! I haven't been here in months", Sebastian said to no one in particular.

"We know. You wouldn't stop bothering us until we finally promised you we would come. Now, we will go in first, please, don't go cause trouble again. The last time we got nearly kicked out because you told everyone you saw Angela Merkel snorting a line of coke on the toilet!", his mother grunted.

"But it's true! I saw it! And I am very sure it was coke, I've seen movies where they did that!", Sebastian shot back.

His mother turned to him, her look resembling the one of McGonagall in the movies since she knew he was afraid of it when he was younger, "Shush! Not now! And even if it were to be true, why were you even in the women's toilet?"

Sebastian looked blank.

"Well?" "I don't know?", he answered.

"We will talk later.", his mother said, grabbed his father and pulled him inside.

"Not fair, I know it's true and I still don't know why I even was in there.", Sebastian grunted. It bothered him till today. Back then he had seen something suspicious peek out of Merkel's jacket and became curious. 'What was that?' he wondered, and suddenly he was inside the women's bathroom. That's all he remembered.

He strolled around and thought back to his last few visits to the Bundestag and thought about what he should do today until a loud explosion from the end of the lawn in front of the Bundestag ripped him out of it. 'What the fuck? Is this real?! Is it a fucking terrorist attack??!'

He was startled as he heard a shot not far away. 'Shit, motherfucking terrorists at the Bundestag! Where is the police?!?', Sebastian thought, as he hurried with the people who started running inside the building after the shot.

"BAM!" "BAM!" BAM!", it resounded as three more shots were fired and two people fell, one clutching his leg, the other dropping like a stone. 'Is he dea-', Sebastian thought after he turned to see the victims just to be pushed over by a man wearing a business suit running behind him.

"FUCK! Get out of the way kid!", the man shouted, while running away, only to be hit by a bullet in his back, blood spluttered and he fell to the ground, dead.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! They are right behind me! What do I do?!?' Sebastian cried out inside his mind. He looked up, only to see the last few people run inside the building. 'Shiiiiit! Quick, I have to act dead! I hope they aren't paedophiles though!'. Thoughts ran through his mind as Sebastian dropped his head back to the ground with a harsh "Klopp", as his head hit the cold stone.

It wasn't completely cold though, as blood began flowing from his forehead, and it was a lot, however that worked. There couldn't be that much blood from his forehead, at least if the movies weren't wrong and they normally over-dramatized things. So something had to be wrong.

'Stop thinking! Let it be! Act dead! They won't be pocking your asshole', Sebastian thought while remembering the meme about the "Try to relax your anus." guy. He nearly laughed out loud but was able to restrain himself because of his dire situation.

After roughly 30 seconds he heard two supposedly male voices speaking in an unfamiliar language.

"#~ *-#?"

"*-#!"

"'-;)°##?"

"#-."

After they finished talking, Sebastian heard two pairs of heavy steps coming towards him, only for them to speed up after sirens went off in the distance.

After passing Sebastian, they stopped in front of the entrance and Sebastian heard some clicking noises and it sounded like they put something metallic on the ground.

Then, the two rapidly came closer, passed Sebastian and after roughly 10 seconds, the thing they put on the ground started to make noises, which made Sebastian's heart pause for a moment. 'Is that a countdown?' -Click -Click -Click

He turned his head and looked behind him, the terrorists nowhere to be seen.

Sebastian, maybe because of the new adrenaline burst or because of his 8th-grade hero syndrome, jumped up, his forehead stopped bleeding, and he ran towards the box, and truly, it had a count-down on it counting '13, 12, 11 …,' 'A BOMB!'.

Sebastian was at the box when the countdown reached '7'. He took it and whether out of stupidity or because it was too heavy, he didn't throw it away from the entrance, but picked it up and ran.

'4, 3, 2, 1' "SHIIIII-" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

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That's my first time trying to write a chapter and fanfiction.

Tell me what you think so far and fell free to correct my grammar and writing.

 

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