"Where's Bruno? He should be back by now" asks mother to no one in particular. "He left hours ago, actually where did he go anyway?" As mother pondered what might have happened, she goes through where he could have gone. Around the house there is nothing but a garden, some paddocks and, the camp... her face turns an unnatural shade of white as she bursts out the back door and starts running towards, the gray emotionless fence. With barbed wire in a tangle running along it as far as the eye can see, she slowly begins to return to turn to a more rational train of thought. Bruno was constantly told to ignore the camp, and to never go near it, and the shear mass if the fence seems impossible to penetrate, as mothers heart slowly turns to that of someone in a state of sanity. As she cautiously trundles along the fence, she spots what could be the body of a small child. She stops standing motionless for what seems like hours and then without thinking sprints her full pace, towards the lifeless heap. As she approaches, she subconsciously studies what is before her. What seemed like a body are actually the clothes that she put on Bruno's back herself that morning. Still cautious, she approaches the clothes. Suddenly a sense of relief floods her. Without thinking she look to her left and notices a small gap where the fence has not been attached properly, a past that the unmistakable foot prints of her 9 year old boy.
As Gretel walked through the house back to her bedroom she spied the mass of fence out of the corner of her eye, curious she walked through Bruno's room bumping her shins several times on his assortment of junk. Out the window she sees her mother halfway between the fence and the house, in a heap crying into her hands. Gretel then rushed down the stairs to comfort her mother, as she reached mother she started to inquire what had happened. "Bruno's dead!" She screamed through her tears. "And it's all your fathers fault. His bloody camp caused his son's death. I hope he finally sees the wrong his mother had seen in him from the start." Gretel tried to comprehend what her mother had said, and figured it out. Her dad had murdered Bruno. The man that was never angry had committed the ultimate evil. But his face, she thought, would still show no emotion. Before Gretel was a child now, something more sinister had overtaken her wholly, and her face became devoid of emotion.
Hours later Father emerged from his office, to mother crying and Gretel still showing nothing. Then out of know where a kitchen knife emerged from Mothers pocket. She charged at father, and soon blood began to pool on the floor. Kotler walked out of the corridor, and then saw the work had been done. "I always hated that bastard." Kotler said. Then all three marched out the door and to Kotler Mercedes Benz, and took off. Hopefully to a place where they could not be taken in to the trap again.