June 23, 1921
Well, Axel could escape, at the expense of two bullet holes in his legs. Of course, because of this, he was put as a sniper, because he would have to constantly move his legs. A day later, on 23rd of June, was one of the biggest moments in his life. Axel could get a post in his hometown- where Charles and Frida were! Of course, he was freaking out in excitement. Axel readied his sniper, and began to aim around. He noticed his house, and smiled, followed by aiming there, peering through the scope. His grin faded, and he stared. That was… Frida…. And was that Patrick? In THEIR bed? How DARE she! He nodded a solemn nod, but knew that if he stopped writing she would be suspicious. So, he promised himself that he would not write to her about it. He aimed his gun again, and fired.
Frida screamed at the now lifeless man in front of her.
“Headshot.” Axel mumbled, and aimed his gun again, ready to shoot when told.