FYI the title is German. I absolutely ADORED this OC character that ( . ) is letting me write about to pair with Jackie. I am very picky, particularly when it comes to OC's, of who to pair Jackie with and this character here won stars all across the board. I was so impressed by this character that, heck, I'm writing an arc with him being paired with Jackie! I hope you enjoy this as much as I am writing it, but please KEEP AN OPEN MIND ABOUT IT. Thank you and enjoy :3
ATTICUS'S POV
The scent of choking smoke, the aroma of thick blood, and the musky scent of gunpowder strangle my lungs as I dash down the blood soaked field, mud dirtying the blood stained combat boots. Dead bodies of my Nazi allies lay in waste, already beginning to rot and decay on the lonely field. The assault rifle weighs heavy in my hands, proving to be useless anyway because of the mud clogging up the inner gears. My foot catches on a fellow soldiers arm, dropping me to the ground. I spin around, catching sight of my once ally's mangled face. Half of it is gone thanks to a sniper ripping part of his face off, revealing the bloody red and black teeth in his mouth.
"H-Ha, he, ha-!" I rasp, trembling as I stare at his limp lips somehow twisting into an evil sneer. All of them ... all of them are dead. I never wanted any of this-! My palms take hasty wipes across my moist eyes, staring at the mud and blood smeared across my hands. N-No ... I need to run! I didn't want any of this! M-Mom - mom, I'm so scared!
"HE'S OVER THERE!" A monstrous voice bellows. My heart leaps into my throat before I take off, running faster now that they've seen me. They will torture me. They will kill me. Mein Gott, they will kill me-!
Hilf mir-! Please, please Gott help me! I never wanted this. All this blood. All this death. I-I can't handle it! Mein Gott I'm only sixteen-! My teeth clench as I make it to the forest line, silencing my terrified shouts. Don't yell. The British will find you and kill you. My legs move cumbersomely as I hit a patch of thick mud. My eyes widen with terror as I struggle to right my wrong, too far in to simply run back and around. Don't yell. They'll stab you with sticks until you're dead. My herz frantically races as I kick with all my might, digging my fingers into the slick wet dirt. Don't yell. Sharp shouts ring out from behind as hounds madly bark, bound and determined to sink their teeth into my flesh. Don't yell-!
My legs finally break free from the cold clutches of the mud as I scramble up the embankment. The chilly air stabs at my throat while I dart through the trees, shoving branches out of the way of my hasty flight. My boots dig into the ground as I skid to a stop, nearly falling into a large black hole in front of me. My hand whips out, grabbing a nearby tree branch to stop my ascent into the bottomless pit. Did the enemy make this to stop me from escaping? Mutti ... am I, am I done for? A choked sob escapes my throat, the grip on the assault rifle tightening. Don't yell. Don't yell. Don't yell-!
"SHOOT HIM!" A vicious man barks. I spin around spying the hatred searing through the man's cold, deadly piercing gaze as he pulls out his pistol. A sharp pain grazes my shoulder as the ground gives out, throwing me back into the shadows.
"Nein-!"
JACKIE'S POV
"Jackie~," Boris purrs, lounging across my hunched over back as I struggle to successfully reconnect the wires. Freaking Boris ... I'm really going to beat the living daylights out of him one of these days. Boris leans harder against my back making me awkwardly bend to get the wires. Ugh ... he's demanding for my attention now. So freaking needy!
"What?" I grumble, on the edge of smacking him upside the head with my wrench. He weight shifts, vanishing before shoving me forward. "Oof-!" I try to push back as he leans on my back, curling his arms around my shoulders.
"Did ya hear?" He asks with a playful purr, nuzzling his head into my temple. I roll my eyes and give in, running a hand through his hair. So needy ...
"About what?" I half heartedly ask, taping the crap out of the wires so he can't disconnect them so easily.
"There was someone with eyes found near the coliseum."
"Yeah great - wait what?" I say, whipping around to face him. He jerks to the side before gaining his footing, giving me a wide toothy grin as he finally catches my attention.
"Is it another Role Holder?" I ask, puzzled as Boris rubs his head. There's no way ... is it another foreigner? There's ... just no way. I try to cover up my horror. Which means she won't be able to leave until after I finish my game, which can't even start until Alice finishes hers. Oh man, I need to get to her before she drinks the potion so she isn't screwed over like I am-!
"No, I don't think so. Heh, maybe this new person is a Foreigner!" Boris grins, mischievously excited. "Wanna go check it out with me?"
"Of course I do! Forget this, this can wait." I say as I hurry out of the cramped room. A new foreigner? No way! Is it actually possible? That poor soul. She's going to be trapped here forever if I don't so something, or worst yet dead!
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"Cyan!" I shout, crazily looking around the large coliseum. People bump into me and push me aside as they eagerly hurry on their way. My gosh what, is a giant match going on or something? I wonder if Boris went to go see the match? I lost him in .5 seconds in this pushing and shoving crowd.
"Cyan!" I shout again as I am pushed to the edge of the crowd. Ugh oh come on, Cyan I know you can hear me! You're never too far from me when I'm here. I jolt as a notepad jerks in front of my face, immediately catching my attention.
You called? It read.
"Where is the other foreigner? Is she alright?" I demand, anxiously watching as he writes his response.
You are misinformed. It is a male foreigner. He corrects. My eyes grow wide. A guy?
"R-really?" That's ... surprising. I thought only girls could come here but I guess that's only based on me and Alice.
And he's about to be punished and forced to fight in the arena.
"GRIFFIN YOU IDIOT!" I shout, immediately glaring at the guards in front of the stairs which lead up to his little domain.
I suppose you'd want to talk to Griffin about this. Cyan writes before I push past him. That idiot! What is he thinking?
"Of course I do GRIFFIN!" I practically scream, knowing he can hear me perfectly. I march through the coliseum and stomp up the stairs while Cyan forces the guards to lower their arms.
"GRIFFIN YOU DORK!" I shout, popping up onto the ledge to see him lounging across the couch. Griffin hardly glances over his shoulder at me, casting me a big grin.
"Little gurl, you wish to watch battle with me?" Griffin asks as he chugs some sort of alcohol.
"No, Griffin I've come to get the other foreigner." I growl, looking into the arena for whoever it could be. Oh man I hope he's alright. Griffin hasn't already hurt him as he?
"Little gurly boy is to duel. It funny, little gurl, because he no want fight," Griffin laughs as I spy two gladiators drag a boy into the arena, kicking and shouting. "Struggled, he did! What fun!"
"Griffin stop the match." I growl, tightly gripping his ear before twisting it in an attempt to hurt him. A lazy smile curls his lips up as he looks at her with hazy, alcohol induced eyes, "it's not like he trespassed on purpose!" I hiss, getting more and more desperate as four gladiators enter from the opposite side of the arena. My chest tightens as I grasp at straws to make him stop the match. He's going to kill the kid!
"Griffin if you don't stop this then I will." I gravely threaten, getting ready to book it down the stairs and unleash mass chaos beneath the arena.
"Little gurl go down there, then little gurl get attacked by mistake." Griffin deeply chuckles despite my mangling his ear in my grasp. Ugh! Does nothing hurt this man?!
"You're a real idiot, Griffin!" He can't even tell that I plan to I UNDER the arena and let out some lions and tigers? In the mass confusion I can hop up there, or suck him into one of the traps. Cyan won't let me die. I know he won't. I spin around and head towards the bottom of the arena, listening to Griffin's rolling laughter.
"Let see litte gurl try!" He bellows, in a deep laugh. I grit my teeth, dashing down the stairs.
Please, please don't let me be too late!
ATTICUS'S POV
"Let me go! I didn't do anything! I don't even know where I am! Augh-!" I desperately beg as they throw me to the ground. Dirt shoves into my face as I grip the sand, shooting back to my feet as I spy the gladiators stepping back and draw their swords.
"Get up and fight, Foreigner!" The faceless gladiator playfully growls. This man has no face ... wait, foreigner? Where am I? My heart stutters as I gasp. I must have been captured by the enemy and drugged. The other Nazi's were right about those Americans. They're making me fight to the death for their entertainment!
"No...!" I plead, backing away from the terrifying men. I leap to my feet and dart back, fleeing from the fearsome gladiators. "Please, I beg I you to stop! P-please! M-mom!"
"We don't have to fight! We can break out of here together, put down your sword!" I swiftly reach to my belt, shakily gripping the sheathed Bowie knife.
"Eh? Why break out? This is where all the fun is! Now pick up your blade and let's put on a good slaughter!" The gladiator happily cries, acting as if this is one big game. Without warning he lunges forward, swinging his large blade over my arm. N-No-!
"Nein! Please, nein!" I threw myself out of the way, tumbling across the dirt before scrambling to my feet. Please, please no I don't want to be here. I never wanted to be a part of this war! "M-mom, help!"
"Ha! Hear him call for his mother. Come on buddy let's put on a good show!" Another shouts as he lunges forward with his sword tip.
CLACK
"Eh?" As the faceless lunges forward an abnormally large tiger leaps from the trap's depths. The faceless screams as the tiger tackles him over, clamping its teeth over his throat. My eyes widen with fear as I leap back, horrified. They fight with animals here too? Mein Gott, this is a death trap-!
"Oh ho! They've decided to let out the others!" One shouts with a grin, rearing his blade towards another tiger leaping from the pit, roaring and gnashing it's teeth at the gladiators. I slowly crawl back and away from the fearsome creature, watching as it casts it's deadly, vicious gaze over me before settling onto the cheering gladiators.
"Nein, nein! Mom! Please! I don't want to be here anymore!" I shout, begging for some way to be free from this mess. It's terrifying here. They are laughing as they are being slaughtered. Adolf was right. Americans are crazed for blood-! Without warning the ground gives out, tossing me into a dark pit. He roll across a half raised ramp and onto my feet, shooting my gaze around the bars. N-No, not another cage! I gasp, spying a figure unlocking the cage before stepping inside the hall lines with bars. Nein, nein -!
JACKIE'S POV
"Ah...ha...na...gahh!" The boy rasps, backing away from me. I carefully watch as he tries to scramble back into the pit, unable to reach the top lip of the trap door to pull himself out. Just by looking at his arms up close I can already tell he wouldn't have the strength to climb out. I jolt as he screams, his pupils shrinking, falling into a crumpled mess. I take a step back as his hand whips back, snatching something behind himself. His breathing grows rapid before slowing down, a feral growl coming from his chest. U-Um ...
"Hey, hey are you alright?" I nervously ask before taking a step back. H-He has a knife-! Atticus immediately shoots his head up and lunges at me. The boy wildly flails the Bowie knife, diving right at me. Oh crap-! "Hey wait-!"
"I'LL KILL YOU ALL! DIE! DIE YOU BRITAINS! DIE YOU AMERICANS!" He screams at the top of his lungs.
"What?!" I shout before leaping out of the cage. My gosh - this kid is crazy! The door slams shut as I jam the key into the lock.
"NO! I WILL NOT BE LOCKED IN!" He screams, bursting through the door before I can lock it. I roll back as the door throws me against the ground, sliding onto my feet before I slide out my wrench. I-I need to calm him down somehow. He literally looks like he's crazy!
"H-hey, stop I'm here too! I'm a foreigner too!" I shout, pleading with whatever sanity is left. How new is he? Does he even know what a foreigner is?
"Lies-!" He bitingly screams, making a lunge towards me. I let out a startled cry as the young soldier tackles me, feeling the cold edge of his blade pressing against my neck.
"I either make your death slow and painful, or you let me go right now, you frau."
"H-hey, stop." I choke out, getting ready to kick him in the nuts if I need to, "I-I'm not here to hurt you-!" I gasp as his grasp weakly tightens around my throat. The boy scoffs, using his knee to pin down my legs.
"You can't lie to me, your kind kidnapped me and tortured me and my fellow soldiers! There's going to be hell to pay." He growls, pressing the edge into my neck. No, no just listen to me you nut case-!
"C-CYAN!" I shriek, ramming my leg up past his guard and right into his tender area. The soldier cries out in pain as I grip his shoulders, throwing him off to the side. He weakly rolls over as he protects his delicates, staring at me with deeply frightened eyes. I twist his wrist and pin it to the ground with my foot, laying across his torso so he can't punch me. I-I need to subdue him and talk to him. I'm not about to die trying to explain what's going on. So maybe holding him until he calms down will help? I hold his other hand down as I press my knee into his gut, applying pressure to make sure he won't try to get up and take off. He opens his mouth to scream but I very gently cup his cheek, somehow stopping the scream from coming.
"J-just stop ... alright?" I heavily breathe, keeping my hold firm as my heart races. That was scary. I really thought he was going to slice me up! The soldier blinks, his pupils returning to regular size before he inwardly gasps, "Hn?! Hn-!"
"A-Are you alright?" I ask, staring at his petrified face. Of course he's not alright. Griffin just nearly had him killed for the fun of it! I'm going to have to beat him another day for being so stupid. The soldier wildly rasps, struggling against my grip.
"Hey, hey stop!" I plead, tightening my grip. If he takes off who knows who will find him next! He struggles wildly, tears falling down his face as he lets out a loud groan, nearly breaking my grip. I struggle to hold him still wracking through my brain as to how to calm him down. R-Right, what did Jay always do to me whenever I had night terrors? I quickly yank her hands back and around his shoulders, yanking him into a tightly hug. His head awkwardly smacks into my chest a little too close for comfort but I remain holding firm.
"R-relax. Please?" I plead, calmly petting his hair. Alright well, if he bites me I'll just go back to holding him down instead of doing this. The boy trembles and falls eerily quiet, only letting out the occasional frightened sob. I gently hold him in my arms, rubbing his back and lightly brushing my fingers through his short hair. Hm ... his hair is wet. But from what? It's dry air here.
"Hey, it's alright. I'll explain everything once you calm down a bit alright?" I croon, hesitating before kissing the top of his head. I remember my dad always doing that when I freaked out. After a few moments the boy nods his head, gently thumping it against my shoulder.
"A-Ah. Cyan, go get some water for him." I ask aloud, spying his silhouette which was watching the while scene unfold from the corner in the room. I wonder how long he has been there for? That's comforting and creepy, I guess. The boy cranes his head back, studying me with tired squinting eyes. My eyes latch onto his severely cracked tongue, watching as his sandpaper muscle scraps against the roof of his mouth. The soldier slowly breathes in and out, pressing his forehead into my collarbone again.
A moment later, Cyan's figure appeared before them, holding a glass of water. The soldier gently leans back out of my embrace, staring at my soft chest. I glance away ignoring his obsession that every guy likes to look at. I'm just going to give him the benefit of the doubt here. I reach over and take the glass from Cyan, putting it between his eyes and my chest. I didn't notice before but he practically face planted my chest when I pulled him into a hug. Well, at least he's calmed down now. The soldier hastily snatches the water from my hands, desperately and greedily savoring the water before gasping for air. I lightly pat his back and rub his shoulders, trying to somehow help him get all the water down.
"Thank ... thank you ... ," he mutters between gasps, hardly able to keep his focus as he teeters to the side. I gently grab his shoulders, trying to hold the boy up.
"Yeah. Now what happened? Actually." I start, glancing over my shoulder, "let's go to my house. The coliseum isn't exactly the nicest place." I say, tugging his hand with her.
"N-no...! Wha-what if the Americans catches us? I can't put you into danger for hiding me!" The boy cries, rubbing at his dirty face that was smeared with blood, dirt and tears. I stare at him and keep my grip on his one hand. A-Americans? He's scared of Americans? Why? He ... was speaking German before if I remember right. Nein is German for no.
"No, no there aren't Americans here," well except for me, "I will explain everything. I promise." I say, encouraging him to follow me. The boy hesitates before glancing around, spying his Bowie knife on the ground. I let go as he reaches down and smoothly places it back into the sheath before standing up. I warily stare at the weapon. No, I won't think too much about it.
"Al...alright, Miss...?" He breathes, still breathing hard from the scuffle from before.
"Yeah just come with me." I say, tugging him along as I look around the room. The guards are going to be here soon to see who let the animals out. I jump as Cyan holds up a notepad.
I'll go on ahead and distract the guards, so that you can leave with the male Foreigner, Jackie. It reads.
"Thank you Cyan." I say, lightly squeezing the boy's hand. I tug him along with me, heading towards the nearest exit that leads to the streets.
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Well, that's the first chapter for Atticus X Jackie. I have to admit, of all the Oc's I've seen Atticus by far is one of the greatest, easily rivaling my own character Jackie. When I heard of him I was jealous that I hadn't thought of him! 10 REVIEWS for more of Atticus and Jackie. I swear it gets so much better; and FUN! I already have the next four five chapters lines up and waiting so UNLEASH THE REVIEWS!