The Occupation

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"Jakob! Jakob!" I scream for my brother as we're pushed and pulled away from each other to two different carriages. After he had left, I hadn't exactly been left alone. They wanted to know what I knew about the resistance. They wanted to try and break me. But I did what he told me and remained strong. But adrenaline was fueling me at the moment and I could barely feel the pain in my ribs and stomach, or the hurt from the bruises on my arms. Not to mention the bruise forming on my cheek from Elise slapping me numerous times. Jakob was in a worst state...bloodied lip, swolle and black eye, a broken nose. "Let me go! Jakob!"

I freeze as I hear Henry's familiar voice, sharply looking around as do the SS officers escorting us to the train. Just for my eyes to widen as it turns out he had managed to get permission from the Furher himself for Henry to take us instead. I couldn't believe it. He had managed to do it. But...but why? I had no idea. I should have been just another resistance member to him...but he saved us from...well, death.

As we were released, I instantly stumble to Jakob to help keep him up, knowing how weak he was as I look then to Henry. My brow furrows softly at the quick wink but I don't waste anytime in following Henry...whatever he had planned would definitely be better than the camp.
 
Once we're in our limo I give a signal to my driver he was a member of my personal shortie. They were loyal as hell and wouldn't say a god damn thing unless I told em' to. "I'm sorry it took me so long. I'm sure you aren't very happy with these on." I say and slowly unhook their cuffs from them. "I can't tell you how angry this has made me. I can't keep you around though. Now I need to 'kill' you myself. In truth I'm going to send you on the way to where the allies have already managed to take.

"I must stay here and finish things up. I can't help you more then giving you these passes that will pardon and protect you while on your way to the battle line." I say and take Ana's hand. "Ana, listen you're wondering why I saved you. I will be honest and I'll be honest. I love you, I'm not sure how or why but I do. I can't afford to have you die." I say we slowly turn a corner towards a wall with a giant hole in it. "Here's your spot are you ready?" I ask looking at her slowly and give a soft and kind grin.
 
After laying my brother out on one of the seats and checking to make sure he was still okay, I finally give Henry my full attention. "You came back. That's all that matters." I take in a few deep breaths, leaning back into my seat and wince as the pain flares in my ribs. "But I just...it would have been so dangerous for you. Why...?"

"You...you can't stay here. You know how close the Allies are. You stay in Paris and they will get to you." I protest immediately, sitting forward rapidly and gripping his knew as I inhale sharply at the pain again. Coughing, I straighten and exhale softly, focusing back only to feel jolted again. Love. He loves me? What? That can't possibly be right.

I stare at him for a moment, unable to say anything for a few seconds as I process his confession. "You can't possibly..." I finally manage to whisper quietly after gaping at him, "After everything and what I've withheld from you..." I glance out the window to our upcoming exit, feeling sick once again. It's only when the car finally stops do I turn and look at him again. Before I pull myself and my brother out of the car, I lean forward and press my lips against his briefly. When I pull away, I give a small but sad smile before then sliding across the car seat and helping her brother out. "Thank you...for everything Henry. I know I've put you in a very difficult position now and I...apologise. I never wished for any harm to come to you or on grief."
 
"We shall meet again, though this time we'll be on the same side. Stay safe and wait for me I'll make my way to you when I can." I say slowly and give her one last wave before I pull the door shut and give the driver the signal to go forward. "Where to know Henry?" He ask slowly and I pull down my hat. "Headquarters." I knew what I was about to do would send everything to hell but it's time that Germany has a real hero. Someone fighting for her and her people. Hitler, sadly for many was not that man. "Yes sir, on the way." I'm pulled from my thoughts as we start off towards the building and my gut starts to drop lower and lower.
 
A year later...

I stare down at the cup in front of myself, hands wrapped tight around the scolding surface but mind too busy to register the slight discomfort it caused. Herr Gahfurt was once again on my mind, including his fate. With it being over a year since he set my brother and I free and months since the war ended...it made me anxious that I had yet to hear from him.

We shall meet again...stay safe...wait for me.

I couldn't possibly wait forever but I knew deep down that I would wait for him. Why? Because he loves me.

I don't know why...but he did.

My brother had stayed in countryside France with a resistance girl. Now married and she was two months pregnant already with Hans II. We hadn't heard from my parents...we could only assumed that...they were taken or killed in the first flood of Jewish murders. I hope against hope that it wasn't that...but the world was a pessimistic place now.

I secured a place in Paris after the Allies took control back...another hope festering that Herr Gahfurt would return to the place as I have done. My seat in the outside area of the cafe was strategically chosen to keep an eye out for the familiar figure...but there has been nothing in the months I had started the routine. I was starting to lose the hope that had kept me going since the beginning of everything.
 
I roll along slowly grinning, though now I've only one eye and I am followed by Elise. "Things are bad, real bad back home." She says and I nod. I'd been in prison for the past year. I had been on trial for my crimes though they ruled me not guilty when they saw my crippled state. I spoke up and out vs those who had been behind the killings. Elise was spared because she spoke out and had turned herself in. "Alright, goodbye Elise be safe." She smiles and nods to me kindly. "Yes do come visit me in Hollywood." Elise had become a small time actor in Hollywood a few months ago. I was thinking of going home.

To the american controlled sector the free part of Germany or maybe I'd go to America. As I think this I roll towards a cafe. I usually visited just after work. I'd got a job a few months ago myself and a few former SS & Nazis whom had been ruled not gulity started to undo the damage the war had done. The company was called the Muspelheim Brotherhood. We were mostly Pagans and our company flyers said that 'We are a group of Pagans trying to right the wrongs done by the terror of the Nazis.' the name was that of the land of fire lord in Norse Paganism. I am thinking this then I bump into someone. I glance up and almost miss who it is. "Ana!" I cry out in surprise and wrap my arms around her waist. "My god you are alive!" I cry out over come by joy.
 
I had just picked up my things and stepped out onto the street to leave as someone bumped into me. I expect it to be some war hero, an injured vet that had lost the use of their legs from a battle during the war. At least I'm half right...I just didn't expect it to be someone that I knew. I turn to face them, already apologizing, "I am so sorry. I should have looked where I was going before-" I suck in a sharp breath as I see who it is and my mouth goes dry. I couldn't believe that he was still here. That he was still alive. I had seen in the paper about his arrest and his trial but...

"Henry?" I finally breath out as I feel his arms wrap around my waist, "What...what are you...?" I drop down to hug him back furiously, "What the hell happened to you? What are you doing here? I thought you were in Germany?" I question, pulling back slightly to look at him. "What happened to you?"
 
A light chuckle leaves my lips. "My god Ana so many things. After your leaving I went to the SS HQ and got as many files as I could. Then set the rest on fire. I gathered those who were loyal to myself and went for the line as well and we turned ourselves in." I sigh and slowly roll back just a few inches.

"I stood trial along side my men and women and we all pleaded guility for our crimes. Many of us were put to death but we knew that was the cost for what we'd done. Since I was a cripple they gave me a year of jail time. They needed men like me as it was. While in prison I worked to decode German transmissions and well when the war ended I had a decent sum saved up and went to work repairing the work my countrymen had done." I see her glance at where my left eye should be.

"Ah my eye, I lost it durning a car bombing shortly after you left. A German spy tried to kill me after my trial. I survied but my eye... well haha, I did guess you can say that it's a small price to pay for all those things I did. What about you, I've been looking for you." I say and look her up and down. "You've turned into a very fine women Ana." She wasn't that young when we met but in the months after the war paris was slowly coming back to life and it matured her beauty in a way that the city of light couldn't have ever done during war time.
 
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