The Dick Day
"Fook, finally!, the land can be seem" thought Mattwen to himself. Since he entered the boat, the wait felt eternal. but his hand clock just count 45 minutes, he decided to take his hip flask and drink the last sip of whiskey that was left in it. "No fooking way I step on that beach sober..." thought Mattwen to himself again. He fetl like his belly was about to explote, that he would throw everything in his belly out at any moment, either for his mouth or for his ass, no matter what, none of the options seem pleasant. "Omminat?" Said someone to him "Huh?" Mattwen saw the person, it was a kid, no more than 18 years, 19 tops. "Yeah lad? what happen?" "We are about to get close... eh... do you see anything?" "I see you, my lad here at my left, right, centre... i see all of you here squished like fooking german sausages in a can" everyone laugh at that final line, the pressure could be felt like a brick falling in the head, but at least these jokes could relieve some pressure off the shoulders of everyone."Well... let me feel..." continue Mattwen "36 on this fooking boat, me include, many more boats around here, I feel bunch of fishes down... but on the beach... well, let me say, it seems they are hundreds at least, mines, turrets..." Mattwen stopped to think carefully what he was about to say "They are scared, they didn't expect us, the basterds are running like headlless chickens preparing to welcome us" The men in the boat were silence, until the small boy decided to break the silence. "So, is going to be an easy landing?" "Easy? more easy is fooking yar mother and shes a fooking beast!" All men burst out laughing even more, and some smiles and nefarious expressions could be read in the faces of the men. "Don't worry lad, if any shell is going to our heads, ill be yelling FOOORE, so everyone knows" the men keep laughing and laughing, there boat was approaching to the beach, they will be arriving in counted minutes. Mattwen Gordon was the name of the super human accompanying the men in the boat, they were about to land in the beaches of Normandy to free France from the Nazis and beat the regime once and for all. His super human name was Omminat, and despite his advanced age, he decide to join the British army at his 50 years to fight for his country, for his family and for a better future... well, at least for a better whiskey, the only condition he ask to the British superiors was a life time supply of whiskey, that would not take to much time, at the pase of bottles he was drinking everyday, he would no last more than a couple years tops. The war took the life of his eldest son at the beginning of the conflict, and this made him really depressed for some time, his wife left him just 2 years prior to the war, - "She was lovely, and gave everything for her children" Mattwen though remembering his wife. - "They never knew...about my powers" Mattwen had live through his whole life hiding his powers, doing it was very easy, since his powers were not totally special. Omminat, was his super human name, that name came from the word omnipresent and brat, he could "feel" everything around him, and by everything it meant everything, the objects, the strings of winds, the breath of others and even their insides, nothing could be hidden from him, at least for a couple hundred meters away, distance at which his power start losing finesse to the point he could no longer feel anything beyond that, none the less, being able to "feel" anything a couple netters around you was more than enough for Mattwen, these powers screw with his senses of reality and orientation in his early years, his parents even though he was crazy and almost abandoned him, luckily Mattwen was able to keep in check those powers. Although this powers are always present, he learned to "ignored them" and by doing it, he was able to have a normal life, until the war broke. After the lost of his eldest son, Mattwen didn't know really what to do, due to his old age he was exempt for military services, but after seeing how things got worst and worst, Mattwen thought to himself that not trying could be the biggest mistake he could ever make, the parties of the war were desperate searching for more super humans in the aid of the war, so for Mattwen there was no problem being accepted by the British command. Mattwen was fearful at the start, the propaganda given by the government made it look like the super humans were a tremendous force, with the power to destroy tanks and planes easily, once Mattwen was being trained in the secret facilities, he learned the true, in reality, most of the super human were more like him, they have exceptional skills yeah, but they all were human after all, a simple bullet in the head would kill then as easy as any other, the training was rough, for his old body was a total nightmare, but he endured all test and military train, and was able to be accepted in the special corps of the British army. His first mission was the invasion of the beaches of Normandy, he and another 7 mates that were trained with him also were assigned to this operation, along side other 30 super humans from Britain, Canada, the USA and a couple Poles were in there too, well that was the public statement, in reality one half of those super humans were in the boats, the more power full ones in the dreadnoughts, waiting to land on the beaches once they were clear, IF ever, so if this operation end up being a failure, the most powerful super humans of the allied forces would still be alive. Of course, Mattwen was the only one that knew this, he was able to know all of this because of his powers, many assumed that he could only "feel" things around him, but they didn't expect that he could also hear, while he was not able to, years and years with this powers made him able to understand a conversation netters away from him just by the waves of air that are produced because of the voices. He could even read what books and archives have written on it, when the ink was still fresh on those papers, he could feel the different markings on the paper sheets. All this allow Mattwen to knew everything the high command was planning, but of course he never told, knowing too much could potentially meant his death, so for the most part, he lied of the real capabilities of his powers to the British command. But now, that doesn't matter any more, the boat was almost landing, the sound of shots and bomb shells could be heard at the distance, a deep fear invade Mattwen mind, he was feeling everything and by everything, it was everything. he could feel the bullets shooted, the bombs thrown close to his position, the big number of human bodies around him, he could feel how a lot of bullets were hitting them and about to hit them, since predicting the trajectory of bullets was easy, suddenly, a rough movement shake the whole boat. - "It is time" thought Mattwen to himself. the Sargent at the door let it loose and with a strong shout command everyone to jump off the beach. Mattwen jump outside the boat right in the cold water, "Great, now i can pee my pants and no one will notice" was the thought that invade Mattwen's head, he move to the beach but it was a difficult task, all his equipment was heavy, and moving in water up to the hips was complicated, bu at the end he manage to get off the water, at which point Mattwen suddenly start "feeling" the battlefield, not only was the feeling but the sound, the smell, even can he could see as well, bombs everywhere, screams, he could even feel how the heartbeat of some of his mates suddenly stooped, not since his infancy, Mattwen was totally overwhelmed by the amount of things going around him, he was standing still in shock until someone touch his shoulder and yell at him "Omminat!, we must move!" It was the young boy, Mattwen thought how a children could act so imposing in such escenario, but Mattwen decided to stop thinking and star following the young, they quickly run to some natural barricades made by the bombshells. "Omminat!" "Yah lil brat?" "What do you see?" Mattwen mind stops for a moment trying to understand the question, then he suddenly understood. "Dozen on small rathole north here... eh... 120 meters..." "Ok... can they see us?" "While we are here in the hole, no" "Alright, well charge when you think is the best opportunity" Mattwen didn't understood very much, bu them he noticed, a lot of the men that were with him in the boat, they were close to him, in the ground covering from the enemy's fire. all of them were watching at him, they were waiting for his command, they trusted on him to lead them to victory. Mattwen decided to focus on the enemy side of the field. it was a total chaos, hundreds of enemies shooting at all directions, he didn't seem to have any window of opportunity, then a bomb shell from the Allied planes fell really close to the rathole, he could feel how all the people inside were affected by the hit, it made some of them fall to the ground, Mattwen quickly step up and yell. "RIGHT LADS, NOWS THE TIME!" He and the rest of the men charged fiercely to the rathole, he quickly notice how the attention of some soldiers changed to their group, Mattwen could feel them and stops midway, aim with his rifle a shot exactly to the position they where, he then feel another soldier changing the attention to his group, he was on a more tricky position, at least 300 meters away in a barricade well protected, bu Mattwen could feel the movement of the bullets, he knew exactly how to shot so his bullet where to hit him, he aim slowly and shot, the bullet went through his helmet and head, he could felt the little "splash" caused by that shot, Mattwen feel a little pride of himself, he continued the charge and once in the rathole, some soldiers throw a grenade inside one the windows, Mattwen count them. "There are 7 of them..." the grenade exploded inside - "There are 6 of them, 4 on the entrance, 2 more are wounded on the ground" One soldier decide to enter recklessly in the rathole, moment in which he was shot several times by the Nazis inside killing him at once, Mattwen spoke with a soldier holding some grenades. "Give one mate!" The soldier give him one grenade, Mattlwen took out the secure and hold the grenade in his hand for some time, he could feet how the gas inside the grenade was expanding, he could feel how little by little the integrity of the shell was being loss at each millisecond pass, then he throw the grenade thru the window exactly at the position of the soldiers, the grenade then exploded. "Now, go go go!" The soldiers rush the rathole and the sound of some shoots and shouts were heard, then total silence... "What happened?" one of the soldiers ask to Mattwen "There's a bloody basterd that wont go down!" Mattwen felt how that person alone kill his mates in those close quarters, he seemed to be in really good shape and the grenade prior didn't hurt him enough "Shit...bloody hell" though Mattwen to himself "I'm going in!" Mattwen told to his mated, he pull out his battle knife, and enter the rathole, up to this moment was when Mattwen notice this rathole was a little big bigger that most found in the area, this one seemed to also have one extra room inside it, in the room there were a table, books, papers... Mattwen felt everything, he was there waiting. Mattwen moved slowly to this room it was almost dark and there he saw him, holding another knife in battle position, no more than 3 meter away, "This bloody cunt!" thought Mattwen. "Du euch?" Mattwen didn't understood, he didn't knew German "Your cunt mother your bloody basterd!" The german moved quickly to Mattwen's position, he tried to stab his ribs, but Mattwen was able to predict his movement, and the next one, and the next one, he couldn't find a window of opportunity, the German was on top shape and was way faster than him, if it weren't by his powers, he would have died at the very first move of the german, after some tries the german step back. Mattwen could feel his sweat, the beat of his hears, even the blood going thru his veins, he was tired.then, the german started moving his arms, he could feel how his muscles twitch, he was doing a big effort and then he felt it, how an object right at his back was moving towards him, Mattwen evaded the object just in time, the object went straight to the german, which he just stopped with his hand. He was holding the object, it seemed like a cannon ball, then Mattwen saw a symbol in the object, this symbol was shared by the hand of the german as well. "Blody hell, you are a super!" "And so you" reply the german. He them moved his hand and the cannon ball was shot towards Mattwen, even before being shooted Mattwen knew the trajectory it was going to have, so he moved accordingly to evade it, except it didn't, he asume so because the cannon ball was supposed to be going straight, unfortunately for him, the cannon ball changed trajectory at the last moment, it seemed the german had total control over the cannon ball, the ball hit Mattwen with so much force, he could feel who several of his ribs broke, an immense pain invade his body. "Aagh!, you bloody cunt!" He was thrown away to the hall, he could barely move the pain was too much, the german step closer slowly, to put the cannon ball up is head, the german then make a movement like a hammer moving his hand up, "Once he pull his hand down, he is going to squish my head like a potato" though Mattwen to himself, Mattwen just close his eyes and accept his fate, "At least i did what i could" and then a shot sound was heard. One of his mates, the young boy just enter the rathole after hearing the scream and shot the german in the head, the german barely had time to react. "Thank goodness you came!" "Omminat!, you ok? i came after hearing the scream i though you..." "Ow! you bloody brat!, don't grab me like that!, i have ma ribs broke!" "Sorry... i'll call for assistance" the young went out to search some medics. Some other soldiers came inside the rathole as well, to see the masacre and help Mattwen recompose himself, he saw the german in the ground with a shoot in his head... "They are like most humans, a shoot in the head and they are dead" Though Mattwen to himself.