Donny swung his bat around a few times, he would take practice shots at the tree only stopping about an inch from the trunk before placing it back onto his shoulder. He knew better than to actually hit the tree as about a few yards from him was a van full of armed Nazis. Donny grew more impatient as the time slowly marched on, he was suppose to wait for Aldo's orders but he wanted action, he wanted blood-he wanted justice.
"Come on boss," Donny muttered to himself, "Let me hit something."
The van didn't move and Donny jumped a few times on the spot to keep his legs from falling asleep. Fifteen minutes later Donny was half asleep when a noise caught his attention and he perked up as he heard another vehicle coming.
"What the fuck?"
Some soldiers got out of the car and then walked up to the van driver before speaking in rapid German. Donny didn't know what they were talking about. He crept closer and then looked behind him. The guys were suppose to be here twenty minutes ago. Donny cursed before hissing, "Screw it!"
He walked up to the edge of the opening and then ducked behind a thick tree. He heard sometime click and the Donny looked around to see the van door open. His eyes widened to the size of golf balls at what he saw coming out. Five small children. Donny cursed, instead of a beat down mission it quickly turned into a rescue mission. He turned back to see that the Basterds were still not behind him. Donny gripped his favorite weapon until his knuckles turned white. This was getting ridiculous.
Donny looked to see that the five kids were wearing rags, their eyes were at half mast and their faces were hollow. Black circles ran underneath their eyes due to the lack of sleep and one even stumbled and fell just by standing. The soldier brought the butt of his gun on the kid's stomach and shouted at him in German. The kid started to cry and reply back in another foreign language other than Jewish but Donny didn't need translation to know that it was swears and name calling. The soldier retaliated with more German but the boy only shot back names. Donny watched as one of the children slowly back away as the boy who had been hit was drawing all the attention. A soldier grabbed the screaming boy and shoved him into the trunk of the car. Just then the soldiers turned to see the other four children making wild escapes. Donny couldn't take it any more and dashed out. The German soldiers were taken by surprise by the strange man before them waving a blood-crusted crust bat but as Donny struck one of the soldiers all hell broke loose.
Donny had never taken on so many German soldiers on his own, he didn't know how he dodged the bullets or how he even managed to knock down one of the six Germans but he did. Blood splattered as he slammed his bat into a soldier's face then against as he brought it onto his knee. The German screamed but Donny didn't stop there, he swung his bat upward and caught a soldier under the chin and then another in the head who died upon the strike. But Donny's luck drained out. A German soldier kicked him from behind sending Donny sprawling to the ground. Immediately the remaining Germans were upon him beating him mercilessly with their rifle butts. Donny tried to grabbed for his bat but a German kicked it into the forest. A German was ready to give Donny a final blow when a stone struck him in the side of the face.
"Was-?"
Another stone struck him in the head, this time it was a little bigger and it killed him. Donny looked to see the four children, each having a handful of big stones, chucking the rocks at the German soldiers. One soldier took his rifle and aimed but Donny got up quickly and tackled him to the ground. The kids cheered and continued to throw, even the kid who was locked in the truck heard the commotion and cheered Donny on. A German was ready to strike Donny when something struck him in the back. The soldier jarred back and then looked to see what had hit him. Protruding from his chest was a small finely tipped point that was no smaller a pencil. The German soldier was ready to attack again when another object embedded itself into his head. The soldier gave a sharp cry then fell dead. Donny looked on in shock and tried to find the person who had practically saved his life but didn't see.
On the ground the dead soldiers sprawled motionless and Donny opened the trunk to set the kid free. The four other children all ran up with excitement spread across their shallow faces and Donny grinned himself. These kids had guts.
"Merci," one child said.
"French," Donny muttered, "Damn I never understood a fucking word."
And the kids look like they didn't understand him either.
"Parlaz vous on Français?" the girl asked.
Donny shook his head and the kids frowned. Donny was ready to say something when.
"Donny!" The Bear Jew turned to see the rest of the Basterd coming towards him. Aldo was the fist to comment on the litter of soldiers.
"Damn boy!" Aldo exclaimed, "What did I tell you about staying low until we got there?"
"You weren't there sir," Donny replied, "The soldiers were ready to kill those kids."
Aldo looked over Donny's shoulder to the five kids were huddled together staring at the Basterds. Aldo frowned but said, "Count yourself lucky soldier!"
"Yes sir!"
"Good."
Aldo examined the soldiers and then nodded to Hugo who took out his bowie knife.
"Where were you anyway?" Donny asked.
"Held up by a German car filled with high officials," Hugo replied setting to work, "Hey man get these kids out of here."
The kids were all watching Hugo with his knife their eyes wide as if they knew what he was going to do.
"Come on," Donny sighed pulling the kids into the woods, "Wicki."
"Serious?" Wicki answered clearly annoyed.
Donny nodded and Wicki sighed and started to comfort the children.
"How old are those kids?" Aldo asked.
Donny shrugged, "Probably seven to ten."
"Parents?"
"Probably dead, their French."
"Ah."
Just then a German soldier struggled to his feet, the Basterds were taken by surprise and took their weapons out. The soldier was just merely unconscious and he picked up his gun clearly ready to fight. He started to talk in rapid German and everyone turned to Hugo.
"Basically he wants us all to die," Hugo said.
"Ask him about the children."
"Warum wollen sie die kinder?"
"Als Köder."
"He said for bait."
"For what?"
Hugo was ready to answer when the German launched himself upon him. Hugo took his bowie knife and sliced the German across the shoulder. The German howled in pain and Donny had found his baseball bat and hit him across the head. Strangely the soldier didn't go down, he stood tall and strong, his eyes bore into Donny.
"Sterben!"
Suddenly the German cringed before letting out a loud cry of pain. He dropped on knee to the ground and clutched his privates as if they were on fire. His body jarred back and then his head snapped forward.
"Was tum Teufue?" Aldo was speechless, he didn't know what the soldier had said but he knew that the German was as shocked as he was. The soldier gave one last cry of anguished pain before dying. It wasn't the way the Nazi died that shocked the Basterds, but what killed him. Three long arrows stuck out of the Nazi's body, one in his buttocks, on square in his back and then last on in the head. No one said a word but then they saw someone coming towards them. Hugo raised his gun but Donny placed his hand on it and lowered it.
"Donny?"
But Donny wasn't paying attention, no his attention was on the figure coming to them. As it came closer and closer their features were more clearer and then Wicki said, "It's a female."
Aldo was shocked but he noticed that Donny was beating him by a mile.
The girl had short cropped boy cut bleached hair, her sharp grey eyes stared the men down as she walked towards them. She wore all black; shirt, pants, ankle length trench coat and combat boots. Two long hunting knives were strapped to her thighs and something was slung over her shoulder and another was attached to her waist. As she came closer the Basterds realized that it was a bow and a quiver of arrows.
"Who are you?" she asked in an unfriendly tone, her accent was familiar though.
Aldo replied, "Tell us who you are first girly."
The girl rolled her eyes and said, "First don't call me that."
Aldo glared at the defensive female and said, "Tell us who you are and where you are from."
"The names Acuntae," the girl said impatiently crossing her arms, "Expert psychologist, bowman, swordsmanship, and hand-to-hand combat."
Acuntae allowed the men before her to gap and soak in the information she was giving them.
"So tell me," she said, "Who the fuck are you?"
A/N: First Inglorious Basterds fic, please review.