Capítulo 2: The war to end all wars
The year 1915, the year of the war, or "the war to end all wars" as they called it was heading on strong. But the Smith brothers had no worries in the world about it at all. Who are the Smith brothers you ask? They are, of course, the richest men in America. With everyone beneath their feet, they are the men everyone dreamt to be, the early example of the American dream if you will. The Smith brothers were none other than, Howard Smith, James Smith, and Victor Smith.
Howard pushed his hair back as he read through the blueprints sighing. It had already been 70 years since he came to this world and till now he didn't even have a single white hair. Not even a wrinkle, in fact, he looked the youngest even compared to James his younger brother. Howard if he were to compare himself looked exactly like a young Leonardo Dicaprio from back in his earth.
He didn't mature much or rather he matured really slowly due to his extreme healing factor. He was the tallest among the brothers, fit but not too bulky, and a complete mastermind behind everything they had built till now. Living wasn't easy in the 1800s, especially for someone like Howard who came from the future. He swore he would put a bullet in his head again if he saw another empty desolate field not that it would do anything. He had seen it all, war, people suffering, slavery, diseases, the first airplane, the first telephone, the first camera, and the list went on and on.
During this time, after settling, he had started quite a few experiments on himself. One of his first discoveries was that he wasn't completely like James and Victor. He couldn't produce any 'weapon' from his body, so he had no claws or other stuff growing out of his hands. And seeing James' painful reaction every time he produced his claws he didn't mind not having that.
He instead was proficient in other aspects. First of all, his nigh immortality could be summed up to his extreme healing factor that surpassed both Logan and Victor. He normally never felt tired, was never sick nor did he ever felt weak due to any factor. Till now there was nothing that could kill him, and honestly, he had tried everything. From burning himself alive to drowning, he couldn't die. As long as there was even a single cell of his body remaining he would rise from the ashes completely safe and sound.
Why go this far you might ask? No need for worries because he always had his handy hand with him. A literal hand cut off and frozen at just the right temperature, so if anything ever went wrong and his body pulverized in thin air, he could just regenerate off his frozen hand. And it actually worked in both theory and practicality after a couple of experiments. But this healing factor was a bit annoying to him because he still looked like he was somewhere between 17 and 20, not even letting him grow up too well.
Second, were his senses, which were much higher and his physical body was top notch. He wouldn't compare himself to Captain America but with his healing factor, he didn't think it really mattered and was sure he was going to win if he ever fought him.
After they all left the house, Howard proposed a plan to move to their bordering country. After years of traveling, they finally did so with a bunch more loot than they started from. Where did they get that loot? Well by looting the looters of course. By the time they reached America, they had enough wealth to live a good life for a couple of years but that wasn't enough. The first thing they did was issue fake citizenships with all of their surname changed to Smith.
Howard knew there was big money in the oil business so like any businessman would do it, he did the right thing and followed the Rockefeller footsteps of making money through oil. And before the civil war started they had quite a decent sum in their hands. Of course, as any normal person would, they joined the war in Howard's words, it was to test their ability to its max limit, and in Victor's word, it was to go wild and act to their nature.
After the war ended, Howard was back on track with his business and currently the proud owner of the Smith Corporation that owned several different businesses. Howard threw away the blueprints grabbing himself a drink as he headed out. They were currently staying at one of their luxury hotels, as there was a celebration going on for his birthday downstairs with quite a few people invited.
"Look who's finally here." Victor growled as he patted the woman sitting on his lap away, standing up hugging Howard, "Happy Birthday, little bro!"
James followed soon after, "Happy Birthday brother!"
"Thank you." Howard smiled feeling a bit awkward, he was older than James but to the world, he was still the youngest of the Smith brother and the genius behind it all. Today was the 3rd time they celebrated his 21st birthday.
Greeting everyone in the room, Howard finally sat back with his brothers toasting another drink.
"So is it true? The military is going to use our planes for the war?" James asked lighting up a cigar.
"Yup!" Howard smiled proudly, "Though the war isn't just mainly going to focus on planes, I am sure it will play a significant part and by the time the war is over we will have ourselves a huge contract from the military."
"Not afraid of competitions?"
"Of course not." Howard snorted, "By the time they reverse engineer the whole thing and build themselves a copy, mine would have upgraded to the point where it would render their planes useless."
"Hope all those engineering degrees from Harvard wouldn't let you down." Victor joked making out with his current girlfriend.
Howard shook his head, for the current Howard the problem was technology, though with his knowledge of the future and with all the learning he had done in half a century, he could build something similar to a modern airplane but that would disrupt the flow of time. With the war bringing so many casualties as it is, giving the government modern technology would just be completely idiotic. So the hardest part for him was lowering the grade of technology than building one. As he was lost in his own thought a woman came up to him and without notice slapped him.
"You slept with that British whore, didn't you?"
"Marie, you've got it all wrong." Howard stood up trying to console his girlfriend, "It's just a misunderstanding."
"Sure it is." Marie snorted, "Don't come near me ever again."
Marie left the Hotel without saying another word leaving the frozen Howard and, James and Victor who were laughing their ass off.
"Marie Doro, a beautiful girl gone just like that." Victor grinned, "You sure you don't want to go after her?"
"We've been seeing each other for 3 years so I guess it was about time. I'll help her out in the future somehow to make it up to her." Howard said sighing, "How many has it been so far?"
"134 till now." Victor laughed, "Damn you really beat my record by a leap."
"Fuck off." Howard laughed, "But sometimes I wonder how it'll be like finding a woman like us. I mean settling down once and for all"
"Boring, that's what it'll be," James said, "For us, the vows of eternity really do mean eternity. And thinking of your nature brother, I can't imagine you sticking to a single woman for more than a couple of months. Marie was just an exception."
"I guess," Howard said.
Being immortal was quite lonely, living years after years alone with everyone beside you dying and passing away. Howard was sure he would've gone little nuts by now if it weren't for stable factors like James and Victor beside him. Luckily he was a playboy by heart in his previous life, so jumping from one woman to another wasn't that hard without forming much of an emotional connection.
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