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| Odessa, October 1941; Herr. Garret Scherer, Seb Ponomaryov | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 25 2007, 06:47 PM (267 Views) | |
| Sebastian | Jun 25 2007, 06:47 PM Post #1 |
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((See links at bottom of page)) The day had been sunny, a pleasant day for late October, though the wind had a bite to it that had warranted Sebastian wearing the scarf he had received for his birthday the previous year. It was not warm, nor was it frigid. The Odessan weather was not too drastic either way. The summers were warm and balmy and the winters were crisp and festive, but neither season was extreme. That evening, Sebastian's mother had begged him to stay in the house. Only two days before, a bomb had been detonated in the Romanian headquarters killing quite a few of their higher ranking officials. The Romanians and the Nazis who had overrun their fair city were angry and baying for blood over it. The whole city was on tenterhooks, few people left their houses if they had sense, the Nazis had already publicly hanged scores of Jews over the incident just the day before. Everyone in the city was on edge, desperate not to attract attention to themselves, even disowning their Jewish neighbours to save their own skins. The radios did not play the broadcasts from London anymore in peoples sitting room. The streets had fallen silent. Children weren't allowed out to play. But Sebastian and his friends were not to be shaken so easily, they wouldn't give in. Like the rebels of the German youth they had a love, a passion that called for defiance. Sebastian stepped down from the front doorstep backwards as his mother tried to grapple for him and urgently whispered for him to get back in the house. "Sebastian, you get back here this minute! It's not safe outside! I forbid you!" "Mamma, calm down. I'll be fine, I'm not going anywhere near the Nazis. Go back inside!" He climbed back up the step and gently pushed the distraught woman back inside and closed the door quickly. He could hear her yelling inside for his Father to come and get their son and didn't wait around long enough to find out if his father -had- cared to come get him. He took to his feet, running quietly down the dark, deserted little street. It was quite a way from the house, the little flat they used as their hangout. It was a ground floor little apartment of brick with small little windows at the back and front. It was conjoined on both sides with similar row houses that stretched the length of the street. Few people lived in those houses anymore. many of the population of Odessa had been evacuated by the government when news of the Nazi's invasion had come. Much of the city was Jewish and Sebastian couldn't understand why Germany would ever want to invade Odessa to kill them. they were his friends, it was their culture he grew up around. He could see nothing wrong with any of them, to him there was no difference between being Jewish or not being Jewish and it had caused him no small amount of anguish to stand by helplessly as their neighbours either fled or were taken by the Romanians or the Nazis. His only respite was the evenings at that little apartment. When the radio was turned on he could forget for a few minutes that he was living in what he considered to be hell. They were hungry and frightened for their lives constantly. There was so much tension in everyone that they were just about ready to snap. "Nicolai, turn it up..." Sebastian closed the little door of the place behind him and beamed his comrades a smile, peeling his long wool coat off and tossing it onto one of the armchairs. he took his hat off too to free the mane of blonde hair. "We didn't think you'd make it. Those pigs have got half the streets closed off! They shot Mrs. Vachenka's boy across the street yesterday, then packed her off in some van. The whole place is going to hell!." Nicolai was a dark haired, dark skinned boy, infact, all of Sebastian's friends were. many of them were Jewish and they all had dark, Mediterranean looks about them. Sebastian was rare amongst the population of the city, and it was his Mother's French blood and his Father's white Russian that made him so fair. "Nicolai, I don't want to talk about it, I've been talking about it all day, it's all anyone can think about. Let's take a break, please. I'm sick of hearing about death, I think I'll just go crazy if you bring it up again!" He wandered over toward the radio where Nicolai was and slapped his hand away, turning it up so the room flooded with Benny Goodman of all things. He let a smile cross his face and he beamed down at Nicolai as his feet went into a little swing step on the spot, very nearly kicking the other boy. Nicolai shoved him away with a frown as Seb laughed. "We shouldn't be here! Turn that down, what if they find us?" Lyaksandro was a taller boy, leaning against the wall by the front door and his face was grave as Seb looked at him. "Oh, lighten up, come on, if they find us we could run faster than those fattened German pigs anyway!" He advanced on Lyaksandro and peered up at him, but the boy's expression didn't change. there was fear in his eyes, a contagious fear that made Sebastian have to look away and study the faces of the other 3 boys in the room. Fear, he saw fear and sorrow. Did they see it in his face too? It was there, oh yes, the fear of being caught of his family being shipped out, it was there, but he was doing his best to say upbeat so that he wouldn't snap. "Fuck me, come on guys, look what they're doing to you! You look like frightened mice." Seb scowled faintly and slumped into a free armchair, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. he could only be upbeat for everyone for so long before it began to take more effort than he could produce. Nicolai turned the radio down very slightly though it was still quite loud. "The Nazi's won't come here anyway, they've already cleared this street out, it's deserted, you know that!" He looked up at them all again. Nicolai was sitting with a boyish look of fear on his face as if he'd only just really contemplated what might happen if they were caught. Seb sighed and lifted a hand to scratch at his scalp and tussle his hair. His last bastion of relief, his little escape was now being destroyed by them too. His friend's eyes were hollow with thinly veiled horror at what was going on, and so too were Sebastian's though his mouth stated otherwise often enough. He got up from his seat again and went back to the radio, turning it back up again. He fished a silver cigarette case out of the pocket of his brown slacks and lit one up with a match. The cigarette hung languidly from his mouth as he closed his eyes and let the music wash over him briefly before he could smile again. He drew in a drag and then exhaled a plume of smoke out into the room, his feet tapping along as the music seemed to liven up the others around him too as if by magic. Each of them was using it to forget their own lives, to push away the horror of seeing the bodies hanging from the gallows in the square. Smile slowly crept over faces and in nervous relief chatter finally broke out and continued for some time. They sat around with the radio blaring and smoked cigarettes, drank Vodka from a bottle. They laughed and poked jest at each other as if it were the days before the Nazis had come. But the Nazis had come, and their downfall was to forget that. Sebastian's blue eyes darted up to the little door and front windows first. It was dark and raining outside but light in the house so he could see little, but even over the radio he could hear the roar of idling engines, the sounds of foreign voices outside. He knew a little German, enough to get by that he;d learned from his mother's home schooling and he knew they were the Nazi soldiers, they had to be. His heart stopped dead in his chest for a moment. Nicolai clambered for the radio suddenly, yanking the power cord from the wall desperately and overturning the whole stand in a loud clatter. Lyaksandro was already up and wrestling with the back window. They didn't have a key for the back door and the windows were small and old. It wouldn't budge. Sebastian was on his feet in the blink of an eye, and jumping over the back of one of the couches he came to the window too and both of them tried to pry it upwards. "Shit, shit, it's them, we're dead, we're dead!" Nicolai whispered urgently, standing fidgety next to them as they heaved against the window. "Shut up Niki," Seb rasped back. The window finally gave way and shuddered upward loudly. Seb fell back a step to catch his breath and peered toward the front door and windows. A cold breeze was blowing in, bringing the spray of rain with it. His heart was thundering. Lyaksandro was already clambering over the windowsill, Nicolai and the two other friends waiting behind him impatiently. Seb was edging up toward the window backwards, his eyes locked on the front door in muddled fear and anger. The instinct to fight was rising in him, and for good measure he veered of form the window scanning the room frantically from anything. He scuttled to the heart quickly and snatched up a cast iron fire poker from there, brandishing it like a baseball bat as he backed up to the window again with fire in his eyes... Wiki on the Odessan Massacre Benny Goodman - In the Mood |
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| Garret Fritz Scherer | Jun 26 2007, 01:16 PM Post #2 |
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2 weeks prior... Berlin, Germany The office was a bit cramped, but tidied up to make it look like there was more than enough space. Two file cabinets were pressed up against the right side of the wall. On the left wall there was a fairly large window, tightly latched closed. The drapes and shutters were closed as well, so as not to seep in the any light. By now, he'd grown accustomed to adjusting his military schedule and duties to the evening as best he could. There were quite a few higher ups who knew of his, well, problem, that were willing to pull some strings to not raise suspicions. After all, having a soldier who was coherent at his best at night was a very useful tool. There was a large oak desk in the back, neat piles of opened envelopes; letters, various paperwork and such were stacked about it. Behind the desk, sat Garret Fritz Scherer. He wore a fitted black uniform, immediately signifying some sort of ties to the SS. There were various metals, badges and insignia on the uniform. On his collar was an SS Runes tab, more notably on his other collar was a 1st Division SS Leibstandarte patch. One breast pocket had an SS Eagle patch on it. A gold security disk was attached onto one of his buttons, extending a small chain that led to his police identification tag. Looped around his neck and proudly presenting itself between the break in his collar, was a 1939 Iron Cross. There was also insignia notifying his status as SS-Obergruppenführer (Lieutenant General), with a couple other of awards hanging on the right breast of his jacket. He'd been flipping through some letters that were dropped off at his desk. Simple tasks, a few nearby arrests to be made. He sighed tiredly, slouching back in his chair, childishly tipping it back on its hind two legs. One hand retreated to his Himmler SS honor ring, he’d just recently received, rolling his over it. It was that moment that a sharp knock pounded on the door. He flattened all four feet of the chair on the floor and straightened his posture, clearing his throat dramatically. “Enter.” An older man (by about 15 years) walked in, saluting him. “Heil Hitler.” Of course, Garret found himself standing traditionally, saluting his underling back. “Heil Hitler.” Garret took his seat again and gestured for the other man to sit down as well. “Please Herr Maher, have a seat.” “Actually Herr Scherer, I’ve got other duties to attend to. I’m just dropping by to send you a message from the Reichsfuhrer but you’re going to be stationed elsewhere for a bit. I gather you’ve heard about the attack on Odessa?” Reichsfuhrer? He was giving a direct order to Scherer’s unit? The officer’s interest suddenly peaked even more. “Yes, I have…” “Well, they need more troops stationed in the area, namely SS and even more specifically, the Gestapo.” The last word was uttered in a hushed tone as always. It got a little silly after awhile, most of the German military knew of their existence, and they were becoming less and less ‘secret’ about things as the war continued. “Alright, when will I be stationed there?” “You’ll be leading officer in Odessa, Lieutenant. You’re going to need to leave tomorrow evening.” A thin smile crossed his lips at the messenger’s wording. “Thank you,” he replied lightly. “Be prepared by 8:15, there will be a regiment of thirty others, broken into troops of ten. It shouldn’t be too difficult to handle.” “Not at all,” Garret said casually. Present… It had been a very minor complaint, more of a tip than anything. Contrary to popular belief, the Gestapo weren’t much use without the help and various tips from the community. That wasn’t difficult at all, seeing as that people were so afraid for their own necks, that they’d be willing to betray their own people to give themselves a better place. Five midnight black Volkswagens (marked and decorated with swastikas, flags, etc.) pulled up to the house. It was a petty crime. Listening to music which were contrary to the Reich’s restrictions. Not only that, but with the extensive Jewish community here, there were bound to be some of them behind all of this as well. Defiant youth. It got tiresome. It was better to cleanse the world of them early on so they wouldn’t continue such mischief in the future. There were twenty officers total, all filing out of the cars. Garret stepped out last. His eyes were a chilly ice blue, and the dull light from the moon seemed to illuminate that. His gaze shifted to his fellow officers, signaling for the two Majors to step forward. “Ten of you will surround the house, it’s small, if anyone tries to escape, stop them by any means. If at all possible, take them alive. Fire as you see necessary,” he shouted. Sure, the tenants inside could hear them, he didn’t care. They had nowhere to run. “Cover all of the windows. Ten of us will go in through the front. If there’s a barricade, we’ll knock it down, though I doubt these subhumans are THAT intelligent.” There was light laughter among a few of the officers. Garret smiled at the sour sense of humor all of them had, before signaling the first squad to head surround the place. He then turned to face the door. One hand retreated to his cap, straightening it casually. Then, he proceeded toward the door. “You have five seconds to open the door,” he called out in flawless Russian. He rolled his eyes, wondering why he was even bothering, and signaled to Officer Ohms to open the door. He immediately did so and Garret was right behind him, pistol in hand, aiming inside in case there was anyone armed. He then flagged the rest of the officers to pile in. They flooded in, looking frantically in all directions. “Three of you, cover the upstairs.” Then, he heard a voice, coming from the floor they were on. He didn’t recall the three officers he sent upstairs, just in case. The seven remaining officers began walking toward the room where the noises. Suddenly, from outside, another officer, by the name of Leitz, called out. “Right of the house! Right of the house! They’re at the window! Stop or I’ll shoot!” Garret’s eyebrows furrowed. Leitz was one of the more hesitant officials. He wasn’t sure why the man had been promoted into the Gestapo, because there was always a certain smidge of sympathy that the man had for arrests. It had jeopardized them more than enough times. Giving an exasperated sigh, Garret plowed into the room, looking in the direction that Leitz had called out. “HAULT,” he snapped in Russian. |
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| Sebastian | Jun 26 2007, 01:53 PM Post #3 |
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Lyaksandro was a lithe guy, the window was small, but he'd made it out swiftly enough only the be startlingly confronted by one of the Nazi officers who pointed a gun at him rather insistently. There was an instinctual fear there, it was something about the uniform, about the insignia. He froze in his tracks like a startled rabbit, Mikhail already half way through the window behind him. He froze too as if somebody had hit pause. "Don't shoot, please!" Lyaksandro said quickly, his hands up already. Inside the house was a different matter. Nicolai had slumped to the ground beneath the windowsill in fear. Aloshya had taken up a pose very similar to Lyaksandro's, his eyes wide and fearful, his heart hammering. But, before them stood the defiant Sebastian, his eyes aflame with the will to fight. He still brandished the cast iron fire poker as if it were a baseball bat, his pale hair ruffling from the cold breeze coming in the window. Outside the rain was driving, soaking the streets in sheets that rippled like the soft waves in the harbour. Seb's face was angry, erasing any fear from his features as he locked eyes with the officer who told him to halt. 'Fuck you!" He spat back in perfect German as he advanced a step forward, ballsy and plucky, mindless of the dire situation he was really in. He could hear Lyaksandro's voice outside, quiet and pleading, and somehow it made him more angry, angry that his friends were not standing up to them. he couldn't take them all on his own, especially given they were armed with guns and he only with a fire poker that was older than his grandmother. It was as if Sebastian was the only light in the room somehow. He stood beneath the bare lightbulb, pale and ethereal as the dark faces of his comrades stared back from the shadows, dark eyes glimmering, dark hair curled or slicked back. But still, Sebastian stood defiant, the picture of Viking rage, his blue eyes were fierce, pupils contracted in anger, a vague snarl on his face. His white shirt picked him out against the darkness of the room, and he gave the poker a couple of almost swings to gesture that he wasn't kidding, that's had clock the first person who came near him and cave their skulls in. The mere fact that they had pistols was only a thought in the back of his mind, didn't seem to overly make sense to him, or rather, he didn't care he was bent entirely on severely injuring whoever stepped forward first. "German pigs! Get out! Get out!" he spat again in German, though his accent was not as good as it could have been, but rather tinged with Russian and perhaps a vague spattering of French. |
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| Garret Fritz Scherer | Jun 26 2007, 02:29 PM Post #4 |
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Garret watched the the fiery boy with the utmost amusement. So many solutions to this petty issues rushed through his head. It was a curious child indeed. The perfect Aryan. Blonde hair, blue eyes, the defiant attitude of commie scum, with the iron will of a German. It was almost respectable had the boy not been tainted by so much subhuman filth, a corrupt government to boot, and this senseless jungle music. Ohms and another officer, Gramann, were standing in front, about seven feet apart. Garret was positoned in between the both of them, about two steps behind. The other four were lined up in the back, guns pointed at the other three boys. By now, the two officers upstairs had cleared the upstairs and were coming back into the room. Immediately, they lifted their pistols. Ohms snorted amusedly. "Shall I shoot him Lieutenant?" Garret held up a hand, shaking his head. "No... no not this one. He's no threat to us." A smile curled up his lips. Not an angry or evil one. More like a sympathetic expression. The other officers had seen this act far too many times and had to stifle their own amusement for the sake of his manipulation. Garret lowered his gun, waving his hand for Ohms and Gramann to as well. The officers in the back still held theirs up, aimed at the three other youth. "You know, the insults won't help you much. German pigs? At least I'm not living in a city full of maggot infested Jews!" Ohms chimed in, "I can smell the scent of the sewer off of you already, boy." "Did anyone bring some lemon to freshen the air up? Perhaps a bar of soap for the child?" Garret mused. The three front officer laughed. "Alright, now be realistic." All three pistols rose up in unison once more. Once again, in flawless Russian, "My finger will pull this trigger faster than your arm can swing that stick. I will aim to kill you boy, so make a wise choice." |
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| Sebastian | Jun 26 2007, 02:42 PM Post #5 |
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The taunting seemed to roll off of Sebastian like water off a ducks back, after all, being so outwardly different from the majority of Odessa had led to many years of bullying as a child, petty comments no longer even registered on his radar, but he could feel the beginnings of fear beginning to creep back in. Somehow, it strengthened his resolve though and he narrowed his eyes at the officer who spoke to him as he told him to choose wisely. True, the officer could kill him, yes, and his fear of that was considerable, but the anger overrode it and made him stubborn and plucky. "You'll kill me anyway, why should I care?" Again in German, the logic spewed from his mouth surprised even him so that he blinked somewhat startled for a moment before his eyes narrowed again. "Sebastian, shut up, you'll get us all killed!" Aloshya spat at him quietly from his stance by the wall. his hands were still up, his dark eyes dancing with fear. His family were Jewish, he was Jewish, his mind was going over how he had doomed his family and himself. he wanted to make this easier, wanted to go quietly to try and save his neck, try to save their necks, but Seb was jepordising that, he was being a loud-mouth as usual. He was always getting them into fights and laughing it off afterwards, but Aloshya knew how dire the circumstances were this time, and he instantly shot a hand out and clocked Sebastian in the arm. "You're going to get us killed!" Seb turned his head at the punch, wielding the fire poker still with fury in his blue eyes as if he might hit him. "Don't be a pussy! They'll kill us anyway!" The conversation was in quick, strange Russian, the accent different to that of the Muscovites but still understandable to those who knew the language. Angrilly he turned back to face the officer. He was cornered, they were all cornered and as such he was very much a wild beast, stubborn to the end. He was sick with fear internally, sick with fear for himself and for his friends, for his family, but he didn't show it, wouldn't show it. He never showed his fear in the face of the bullies anymore. "Why don't you fuck off back to Germany and leave us alone!" He spat, voice edged with a little more desperation this time. "Why the fuck should you care what we do!" |
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| Garret Fritz Scherer | Jun 27 2007, 12:58 AM Post #6 |
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Garret's eyes narrowed slightly, continuing to speak in Russian. "I admire your spunk, child, but it will only make your demise much worse. Defiance is not something that we openly approve of." He was quiet for a moment. The other officers watched him out of the corners of their eyes, obviously attempting to anticipate what he was thinking. After about fifteen seconds of silence, Garret's eyes shifted to Aloshya. "The Jew spouts out something other than lies." He snorted, as if disgusted. He looked over to Gramann, and the other officer provided Garret with a knowing glance. "You there," Gramann barked at Aloshya, "Come here." Garret immediately, aimed his gun at Sebastian, obviously pointing it square between the boy's eyes. There was no doubt that he would be shooting to kill, if the trigger was pulled. His unarmed hand signaled the other officers to aim their weapons at the remaining boys. His eyes didn't shift away from Sebastian, but he spoke to Aloshya. His voice was eerily coaxing, hypnotic, practically inhuman. "Don't worry, boy. We're not going to hurt you... we just want to show your friend what a good example you are." Ohms stifled a laugh and Garret darted a fiery glance at him, obviously screaming -shut the FUCK up-. |
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| Sebastian | Jun 27 2007, 01:16 AM Post #7 |
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Admire? Admire? The only thing the Germans admired was themselves, they were pompous, self-righteous bullies as far as Sebastian was concerned, and the little quip about admiration made him almost laugh... Almost. Laughing would have been a decidedly bad idea considering the barrel of the pistol looked startlingly squared to him, aimed directly between his eyes. His wit and nerve faltered slightly as he actually considered the concept of death and didn't much enjoy the thought of it. He swallowed a little hard and was about to tell Aloshya to stay the fuck where he was when the boy timidly stepped forward past Sebastian. he went to reach for him but came short and dared not step forward for fear of that damned pistol, of fear of the death it signified. his breath was short with the fear that was starting to show through his brave front. He watched his friend move forward to the Nazis with wide eyes, eyes of disbelief that he'd give in so easily, but eyes of fear too. "Aloshya..." he said urgently, somewhat tenderly. The dark boy gave him a frightened glance and Sebastian returned one of pleading to him, one of insistence. Aloshya didn't budge but broke off the gaze to peer timidly between each of the Nazis, his gaze finally coming to rest on the officer. "Pazholsta," he said quietly, "pazholsta, don't hurt me. I'll go home, I'll never listen to the radio again as long as I live!" His dark eyes were rimmed with tears as he begged the officer to not hurt him. He was seemingly unaware of the trap, he just begged to go home and stay there. Sebastian let out an exasperated gasp as he heard the words spill from Aloshya's lips. Turn his back on the music, on their love, their passion!? they had invested time, effort and money into all of this, they had worked hard, they had devoted themselves to it and now he was denying it all! "Would you deny god in the face of an unbeliever!" Sebastian suddenly yelled angrily, his voice piercing the quiet like a fog horn, then leaving it seeming all the more silent. his eyes were aflame with indignation and disbelief. "Why don't you lick his boots too while you're at it!" |
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| Garret Fritz Scherer | Jun 27 2007, 12:21 PM Post #8 |
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As Aloshya made his way toward Gramann, Garret didn't shift his gaze from Sebastian. He twisted his gun around a little, as if figuring out different ways he could shoot him. There was a very apparent amusment flickering in his eyes. He waited until Aloshya had made it all the way over to Gramann. Garret then signaled Ohms to fix his aim on Sebastian and lowered his own pistol. Gramann commanded the child in front of him, "Face forward. Toward your... friend." The officer looked up at Sebastian with a false disappointment. "He's saying some rather horrible things to you, perhaps he realizes you're truly a rat." Garret waved a hand at Gramann as if to shush him. "No, no... not all Jews are bad," he said, as if reciting some new article. "That's what ally propaganda has taught us. Right, comrades?" The rest of the officers snickered, some of them attempting to stifle their laughter. He paced foward, slowly striding over so he was positioned in front of the boy. One hand carefully reached up to run through Aloshya's hair. "I see you haven't grown your horns yet..." The mockery continued and Garret bent down a little, studying the boys eyes. "Dark eyes and..." His index finger traced down to the child's nose. In a surprised tone, he added, "Mm, not too crooked." The hand holding the gun, began to raise up. He took a small step back (still out of reach of Sebastian and his weapon), and studied Aloshya from head to toe, before pointing the gun at him. He didn't pull the trigger. Instead, he stepped forward, grazing the gun over the child's chest, around his face, his arms, near his legs, as if attempting to see what the boy's reaction would be for each part. For a moment the officer aimed it at his groin and then paused. "Oh, but that's been shot off already, hasn't it?" The other officers were very quiet now. It was as if they were watching a good movie, waiting for the twist ending. Garret gave a half exasperated look and then, without taking his eyes off of Aloshya's voice, BAM BAM, shot out both of his kneecaps. A few of the officers in the back looked a little bit stunned, perhaps it was their first time, their first arrest. A couple of them almost looked offended. Gramann and Ohms' hardened expression didn't change a bit. In fact, a half twisted smile curled up one side of Ohms' face as he watched for Sebastian and the other boy's reaction. Gramann's eyes drifted down to Aloshya and he took a half a step back, as if disgusted by the sight of him. Garret didn't move, didn't turn an inch. |
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| Sebastian | Jun 27 2007, 12:48 PM Post #9 |
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Aloshya had begun to tremble slightly in the face of the officer he had advanced to. His dark eyes swam with fear as he turned obediently the other way. Sebastian locked gazes with him for a long moment. his words had been cruel, but seeing his friend now, seeing that fear and knowing the circumstances, he fell silent and let his won fear show through, even if he was still brandishing the fire poker. Aloshya flinched at Garret's touch, Sebastian now blotted out of his field of vision by the blonde haired, blue eyed man now close to him. He flinched at each touch and began shaking very distinctly. he was little more than a boy really, all of them were. They had grown up in a sweet natured neighbourhood, they were naive in the ways of the real world, and now confronted fully with it they each shrunk from it, each but Sebastian who spat curses under his breath at Scherer's back. Aloshya squirmed in terror as the gun was produced and roved the various areas of his anatomy. Tears released themselves from his eyes and rolled over his cheeks as his dark eyes glimmered in honest pleading. Seb too noticed a faint tremor in his own body so that he had to steady himself and lift the poker a little higher to hide the fact. "Leave him alone!" He snapped, blue eyes wide. Nicolai was still frozen in place beneath the windowsill, looking on in horror as if he were watching the gates of hell open up before him. His hands were pressed to the floor so hard his knuckles turned white under the force of it. Mikhail had been ordered to either step outside or retreat back through the window, and so he slid back in from where he had come, hoping perhaps to find a better situation inside. His hands were raised as he turned to survey the room and found to his horror that he would have preferred to have been outside. Lyaksandro was still standing just outside of the window with his hands up. Sebastian and Lyaksandro had been best friends since infancy, they two had been fairly well inseparable and not being able to see Lyaksandro now was driving Sebastian nuts. The sound of gunfire shattered the silence of the room and Seb's voice rose in a startled cry at first before it was entirely muffled out by Aloshya screams and cries of agony as he hit the deck. It took Sebastian a second to figure out what had happened. His eyes widened even more as he looked down at Aloshya in sheer shock and fear. "ALOSHYA!" He cried in a strangled voice, his grip on the fire poker tightening until he was sure he would somehow snap it. The other boys behind him too made their own noises of disgust and fear, all but Nicolai who remained frozen and silent. Sebastian could hear Lyaksandro talking rapidly outside, angrily. What was going on, he asked, what had happened! Sebastian's face dissolved into a vicious snarly, his eyes suddenly lit seemingly by the fires of hell. "Fucking pigs!" was all he could think to yell. No curses strong enough came to his mind, he was tongue tied with rage and fear. Aloshya was still writhing and screaming, the whole room was in a chaos of noise and Sebastian's hate was so thick he could taste it, metallic like blood. "You fucking bastards! Sick fucking bastards!" Sebastian dared a step forward but when the other officer's gun steadied on him farther he stopped, knowing all to well that he wouldn't hesitate to blow the back of his head out. Mikhail's hands were up to his mouth, muffling the cries that issued from his lips. his eyes were wide and glassy with tears but he couldn't quite cry, he was too far into shock for that. he didn't think he could ever be so shocked again, not after what had already been happening in the city, not after all the death he'd seen... but Aloshya had always been such a sweet natured boy! |
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| Garret Fritz Scherer | Jun 27 2007, 01:08 PM Post #10 |
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Outside, Leitz heard the gunshot. There was a distinct wince in his expression. The other three officers backing him up, noted it and frowned. The remaining six officers were surrounding the perimeter of the house. Leitz looked over at Lyaksandro, a helpless gleam in his eyes, as if saying, "I'm so sorry." No words came out though. He rose his own gun toward the boy and gestured for him to follow. The trucks would be coming soon to pick them up. That would mean more backup, something they definitely didn't need. Back inside, Garret was looking upon the situation with nothing short of amusement. At the same time, there was a very inhuman empty look in his eyes. To him, this was nothing more than a routine. The games were just a way of entertaining all of them. Simple arrests got rather boring. After all, 'cruelty demanded respect.' He turned around, not even bothering to look down at Aloshya. He was facing Sebastian once again. "Why didn't you try and save him," he asked, seemingly disappointed. Gramann's eyes drifted down to Aloshya for a moment. It was like he was committing a sin by simply looking upon the sight of the boy. "It looks like your friend is more afraid for his own neck, then useless filth like yours." Garret's gaze shifted to the other boys, as if deciding what he wanted to do next. "You there," he used his gun to gesture at Nicolai. "Help your friend up." He nodded toward Aloshya, laying behind him. As he waited for Nicolai's response, he glanced back over at Sebastian. There was a playful, if not delighted look on his face now. "The insults haven't helped you much as of yet, so why do you insist on using them? After all, I'm not the sick one. I don't spend my time with diseased filth all day. I feel like vomitting from being this close to them. How can you stand it?" |
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| Sebastian | Jun 27 2007, 01:21 PM Post #11 |
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Sebastian's chest was heaving with anger as the piercing blue eyes followed Scherer around the room as if he were aiming a gun right at him. His grip on the poker tightened like the grip of a baseball batter. He was dangerously at the point of snapping likely winding up getting himself killed in the process. Nicolai peered up at the officer who spoke to him with a startled look of fear. It took him a long moment before he could peels his hands from the floor and scramble quickly over the floor to Aloshya who was still squirming and crying in pain. The whole scene was making Sebastian start to feel sick to his stomach. He blinked and the colour drained from his face leaving pins and needles in it's wake. He let out a breath of nausea and wavered on the spot briefly. "Sick?" Sebastian kissed with a questioning tone as he peered back at the officer. "I'll tell you what's sick! You, your kind. Master race? You're less than human. Humans have compassion, that's what sets us apart from the animals. Fucking kill me, I don't care, I'll die knowing I was more human that the master race!" Again he wavered on the spot as Nicolai had to sit Aloshya up and he let out a strangled cry. Sebastian blinked, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he wrestled against the nausea, his stomach trying to lurch. He would -not- be sick infront of them, he wouldn't! He desperately wanted something to grab to steady himself, a cold sweat was breaking out over his forehead, his mouth watering in warning, but the most he could do was keep his grip on the poker and take a defensive step back from the officer. His vision was blurring a little. He was expending tremendous effort in his battle against his stomach, but it lurched slightly. He suppressed the action enough to not throw up but his head spun and he doubled over slightly, the fire poker falling from his hands to clatter loudly to the floor. Air, he thought, I need air, gods! He felt as if he were going to black out any moment, and blindly he searched the floor for the fire poker through hazy vision. |
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| Garret Fritz Scherer | Jun 27 2007, 01:46 PM Post #12 |
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As Nicolai looked up at Garret with fear, Gramann gave the boy a sort of, "Well?!" look, before noting the boy was actually moving to help his friend up. Garret's gaze drifted to the two friends for a moment. He studied them silently for a second. One of the officers in the back, finally spoke up. His word were hushed and he spoke in German. "Perhaps you should put the boy out of his misery. He's no use in a camp now." Garret glared up at the lesser ranking officer, as if he'd just said something incredibly stupid. He turned to face his fellow officer for a brief second and raised his pistol, now pointing it at one of his own. "Perhaps I should kill you for even uttering those words." He stuck his jaw out for a moment, grinding his teeth together in impatience and lowered his gun. "Besides," his tone was a force light hearted one, "He's a pathetic creature. Misery is in his nature." He shifted his gaze back to Sebastian. Then the insults hit full force. It wouldn't have bothere Garret typically, but Sebastian was aiming for the heart of Germany. He could feel the tension in the room suddenly become much stronger, especially from Gramann and Ohms. They too were equally as loyal to the Reich, if not as hard nosed. The two of them had been part of the SS almost as long as Garret, but looked distinctly older and were still at a lower rank. As soon as the fire poker hit the floor, Garret jumped at the chance. He ran forward, and grabbed onto the boy's neck (more so right beneath his jaw, so as not to entirely strangle him). He forced the boy up, so he was dangling off his feet, lifting him in the air with seemingly no difficulty. "You will NOT speak of us you goddamned hypocrite! Look at you! You've got it too. Blonde hair, blue eyes, I'd say you're even near to 6 feet now, hm?" The hand holding the gun, tucked it away in the holster for now. There was no need for that. "Gramann." He continued to hold Sebastian up and didn't even look back for the next part. "Yes Lieutenant?" "Kill him." "Which one?" "The who's not screaming his head off." There wasn't another moment's hesitation. BAM! A single bullet fired into Nicolai's skull. "Hold your stomach," Garret growled up at Sebastian, "Or I'll have the others dead as well." |
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| Sebastian | Jun 27 2007, 02:02 PM Post #13 |
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If Sebastian hadn't shown fear in his eyes before, he certainly was when he found his feet dangling far above the floor. he gagged and choked slightly on the hand around his neck. he could breathe but it was decidedly uncomfortable and his hands came up to try and pry the grip loose as the retort was spat back in his face. He couldn't exactly deny it, he did look like one of them and had been reminded of it his whole life. His feet kicked at the officer insolently as he dangled awkwardly, hands trying desperately to release the hold on him. he would have spat his own response back had he not been rather preoccupied with the fact that his man, only slightly taller than he, was dangling him off the floor! His blue eyes swivelled sideways suddenly as Scherer's order was given and he kicked against him suddenly desperately. "Nyeeeeet!" he shrieked as the gun crack once again shattered the night. "Nyet! Nyet!, Nicolai!" He turned frantic then like a cornered wolf and his hands flew to the attack like a cat with claws, trying anything to get away. "You killed him!" he shrieked like a banshee, "you fucking killed him you fucking monster! Get off of me, I'll fucking cave your head in!" He made little grunting noises of effort as he tried to wail against the officer with all the strength he could muster, which wasn't much considering he still felt faint, and was getting fainter by the minute as his eyes inadvertently caught the sight of Nicolai... what was left of his head. Aloshya was still screaming. The world went chaotic in his mind suddenly and he seemed to freeze as his breath caught in his throat. The nausea rose up again in a wave. "Let me go!" he gasped a little more adamantly. he had half a mind to just throw up on the bastard, but the grasp in which he was in was too awkward. he let out another deep breath of nausea, "let me go!" Again the colour drained entirely on from his face and he couldn't rip his horrified gaze away from the... from the mess. His eyes were wide and unblinking before he could finally turn them back to Scherer. "I'm serious, let me go," the words were breathy with the effort not to just lose it. he was fighting utter horror and disgust and the only thing he wanted most in the world was to be out of that room! |
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| Garret Fritz Scherer | Jun 27 2007, 03:12 PM Post #14 |
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The officer's grip on Sebastian's neck tightened as the boy spouted out more insults and threats. He was so persistent. How amusing. "Cave my head in? I highly doubt that." He could tell the boy honestly couldn't hold it in any longer. So, he decided to accept Sebastian's request. In one, sudden, swift motion, he chucked him accross the room and onto the heap of the now deceased Nicolai and the battered Aloshya. "If you need to vomit, you might as well do it in trash." Ohms and Gramann hardly blinked as Garret threw the boy. They were some of the few that knew of Garret's abilities. The officer in the back though, stared, completely stupified. To them, it registered as just an immense strength that they didn't know existed, but it HAD to be natural. The low rumble of more engines outside. They were louder, older sounding. Garret peered outside, to see that the trucks were rolling in. Hopefully Leitz would complete his job outside without hesitation. If not, there were stronger officers willing to step in. Garret's attention shifted away from the heap by Gramann and focused on Mikhail. "I gather you'll be a good boy and just come along as we ask?" Ohms looked at Sebastian and Aloshya. "We don't have to carry that do we?" Garret looked over, raising an eyebrow, as if enquiring to what. Then it registered. "Oh no, he can carry the Jew," he stated, implying that Sebastian would have to carry Aloshya. "Leave the other body here to rot." |
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| Sebastian | Jun 27 2007, 04:25 PM Post #15 |
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Horror, pure horror, to be released from that grasp and thrown at the very thing he desperately wanted to get away from! He tumbled over, tripping over Aloshya so that he landed on his backside with a thud. Aloshya was still crying and whimpering, writhing on the floor, words incomprehensible as they spewed from his mouth between sobs and guttural cries. Sebastian's blue eyes fixed on Nicolai and his pupils contracted immediately, his stomach lurching. He scrambled back away from the sight until his back was pressed up against the old arm chair. He clamped his hand over his mouth and closed his eyes. he wouldn't, he wouldn't. His stomach kept flip-flopping, volatile until he couldn't handle it anymore, he rolled over onto his hands and knees almost instantly and his stomach lurched violently though he was very quiet about the whole thing. The bile stung his throat terribly but he felt a little better when he finally sat back on his haunches. His breathing was laboured with the effort his body had involuntarily expended. His back was to Aloshya then, but the sight was forever burned into his brain. His stomach lurched again but his stomach was empty, even moreso than it had been before. Nothing came up, he simply dry heaved and shook faintly, his skin almost as pale as Herr Scherer's in those moments. Then their conversation came to him and he turned his head to peer at them, snagging his handkerchief from his slacks pocket and wiping his mouth with a trembling hand. There was fear in his eyes then, unmistakable. He heard Mikhail make some noise of agreement behind him to Scherer's question but it seemed very far away, his head not exactly clear. The room seemed suffocating and filled with the sickening sounds of agony and despair. He felt like he was about to just snap and utterly lose it and run screaming from the little house like a mad man. But, he did a good job of not doing that, even if the look of horror was plastered on his face as if he were a child who had only just learned the true nature of death, which infact, he was. He looked up at Scherer as Scherer said that he would carry Aloshya out of the house. He didn't even know if he could carry himself out of the house, let alone the tall Aloshya, the screaming and crying Aloshya. His stomach threatened lurch again. "I can't..." he said quietly in German, his gaze locking onto Scherer. "I can't lift him... I..." he shook his head faintly and wiped his forehead with the back of his sleeve, angry suddenly that he was displaying weakness infront of those monsters. he buttoned his lip and the scowl came back to his face. He wouldn't sit on the floor and whimper like a puppy dog! he huffed then suddenly and rose to his feet, begrudgingly moving to Aloshya. "Nyet, nyet, don't touch me!" Aloshya pleaded through tears. "They'll kill you, come on, let me carry you!" He whispered urgently, kneeling beside the boy, mentally blocking the image of Nicolai from his vision. He grabbed Aloshya's arm and pulled him up to a sitting position which solicited a scream from him. he ducked under that arm so that Aloshya's body pressed against his shoulder and with the little strength he had, he heaved until he was unsteadily on his feet. Aloshya was screeching so loud it hurt Sebastian's ears, but he set his jaw, clenching his teeth and with an indescribably expression of mingled pain anger and fear, he trudged toward the door impertinently. |
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| Garret Fritz Scherer | Jun 27 2007, 11:16 PM Post #16 |
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Garret sharply turned to face Sebastian again as the boy pleaded that he couldn't carry his friend. He was about to do one of two things; A. Blow the other boy's brains out as well. B. Be a bit nicer and inform Sebastian that if he didn't, he would blow the other boy's brains out. However, Sebastian was quick to move, and managed to carry himself over to help his friend up. Mikhail was no threat and Garret saw no reason or motive for killing that boy off. He was probably a Jew as well, but he didn't have much insentive to blow his brains out. Besides, his title wasn't Einsatzgruppen. Execution wasn't a core part of his methods, though, it was a rather amusing one. Garret signaled for the officers standing in the back to stay behind and herd the boys out. Ohms, Gramann, and he, exited first, turning around to wait for the boys. A handful of men from the two trucks approached them, giving them the traditional salute. "How many are there?" "Four," was Garret's prompt response. The officer talking to him, quirked one eyebrow and smirked a little. "How many of them WERE there." "Five." An shy smile perked up his lips. The officer from the truck peered over the three Gestapo officers' shoulders to see the bloodied mess of Aloshya and Sebastian. "He's not much use to us... you do know that." Ohms shrugged half-heartedly. "Maybe not, but let the Allgemeine officers decide that." The driver they were speaking to nodded, and signaled the other few officers from the truck to take the four boys. "Actually," Garret stopped him for a moment. "I'd like to speak with the blonde one for a moment, do you mind?" "Not at all Lieutenant." Once again, there was a sort of knowing look (from the driver this time). That said, Garret turned on one heal and made his way toward Sebastian. He didn't even really pay attention to Aloshya, who was still being held by Sebastian. With one hand, he wrenched Sebastian's grip from his friend and with the other, he yanked the blonde aside. "Follow me." He commanded. |
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| Sebastian | Jun 27 2007, 11:39 PM Post #17 |
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The rain was falling hard, darkening the night unfathomably. The headlights of the trucks were blinding and everything seemed terrifying and confusing. he'd seen so many people shipped away in those trucks, shipped away to god only knew where, and he found himself instantly unwilling to have to get into one of them. His thoughts went back to his mother. She'd be worried sick about him if he didn't come home! Gods! He looked around them, the rain plastering his fair hair to his head and soaking through his dress shirt quickly. Aloshya was sobbing upon his shoulder, and let out a sharp cry as suddenly Sebastian and he were wrenched apart. Sebastian went to grapple for the boy but he was already being loaded into the back of one of the trucks that stood idling nearby, and someone had a hold of him, dragging him away. Instantly his eyes flooded with tears. What was happening hit home with the force of a ton of bricks and he let out a strangled cry as he was dragged from the vicinity of the truck. He turned reluctantly to see who had him and found that he stood face to face with a pair of equally blue eyes, equally fair hair. Follow me, the man he now hated demanded, and he gave a hesitant glance back to the trucks. Should he say no and get in the trucks never to be seen or heard from again, or should he take this chance? More to the point, did he have much of a choice? "What.... uh.... " he blinked at the officer a little fearfully, speaking again in German. "What's going on, where are we going? Where are you sending them?" |
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| Garret Fritz Scherer | Jul 5 2007, 10:46 PM Post #18 |
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Behind them, Sebastian's friends were being herded into the truck. They stood a good 20 feet off from the situation, but it was more than apparent (and if Sebastian didn't catch it already), this wasn't the trucks' only stop. There were other people that had been pushed (probably by means of a similar situation). Men, women, children, all alike, were crammed into the small back of the trucks, soon to be transported to camps miles away even further by means of cattle cars. Garret hardly seemed to notice all the chaos going on. In fact, he didn't even seem to recognize it as chaos at all. It was that sort of, 'my job is done, what's next' attitude. He didn't even respond to Sebastian's enquirey at first. He sort of took the question in and gave it a few beats, as if he had all the time in the world. He removed the pair of leather gloves he'd been wearing and stretched out his hands, as if he'd just gone through some strenuious exercise and needed to "air them out" a bit. "Your friends are being taken care of," he finally replied, in a nonchalant tone (and of course, in German). "They are to be taken elsewhere for other purposes." It was more than obvious that he was trying to be as vague as possible. "You however," Garret began once again after another moment's pause, "Have an alternative option. Actually, you don't have much choice in the matter at all." He glanced up from his hands, scanning the boy's eyes as if to see if he understood. "You're going to be coming with me. I believe you have ah, how should I put it, a greater potentional than what your comrades," he almost laughed at the use of that last word, "... have." |
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| Sebastian | Jul 5 2007, 11:05 PM Post #19 |
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The rain was making Sebatian's eyes feel gritty and he was squinting against it to peer at Herr Scherer, one eye almost closed entirely for the rain was sweeping in from the side. Many of the paraffin street lanterns remained out on that particular road and so only the lights of the trucks cast an eerie glow over the whole scene. They rumbled like great sleeping giants behind him and he seemed inexplicably frozen to the spot as if suddenly very unsure of what to do. Aloshya was still screaming, he could hear him as if through a dream, and it made him feel just generally awful, sick, chilled to the bone. He could barely see anything, but he could hear it all. the scuffle of feet, the weeping of the people in the trucks. Chaos. "Potential?" He finally spat, lifting a hand to sweep his bedraggled hair from his eyes to ease the water pouring into them. He was shivering in the cold. "If you want me to be one of.... one of you, you've picked the wrong person! I'd rather die than join your ranks!" Impertinently he quickly took a step back from the officer in the direction of the trucks, still squinting at him, but with an air of anger about him, an air of stubborn determination. He'd rather be in that truck than be drafted into their army of the damned! He'd rather waste away somewhere than be responsible for the countless deaths, the insurmountable misery that the Nazi army left in their wake. "I'm not one of you, I'll never be one of you. Go to hell!" he spat the words at the officer and edged another step back toward the trucks. Lyaksandro had been herded around from the back, and when he saw the brightness of Sebastian's hair glowing in the darkness away from the trucks, he shouted to him in a high frightened voice, shouted his name. Lyaksandro had always been Sebastian's best friend. They lived on the same street, their mothers shared recipes. They played together as infants, they taught each other what they had learned at home. Each of them could converse enough in French to confuse their friends, though their accent was poor. They both would stay up all hours of the night listening to the London broadcasts and practising new dance steps, new guitar riffs. Sebastian turned his head abruptly at the sound of Lyaksandro's voice and he shouted back "Lyaksandro!" His voice was surprisingly not as frightened, and he was grateful for it considering he was practically shaking in his boots despite his best efforts to control himself. An officer had Lyaksandro by the arm and was dragging him toward the trucks. Sebastian turned on heel as if in instinct and his feet carried him across the wet pavement in seconds and immediately he was upon the officer with flying fists and hard shoves, trying to dislodge him from Lyaksandro with a snarl of indignation. "Let him go!" he shrieked in German at the man, aiming a powerful kick toward the man's groin as Lyaksandro too battled to free his arm from the German's grasp. |
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