AN:Let me start of saying that I'm a huge fan of the movie Inglorious Basterds. I think that it's absolutely amazing. Quentin Tarantino is a genius for being able to make stuff like this. Thus, I just had to make a fanfic for it once I got an idea for one! I hope you enjoy reading it as much I did writing it. :)

I was sprawled on the ground motionless, smirking to myself when I heard a truck rumbling as it trampled the dirt path that I lied in the middle of. I couldn't have moved out of the way even if I wanted to. My whole body was in agony.

Stop right there. Don't go thinking that I'm another weak defenseless mixed in that war. I was there like that intentionally. Seriously, I meant to do that. See, it's all Landa's plan...

I crawled on to the bed next to him and cuddled in to his arms forcefully. I placed a hand on the side of his face and kissed him on the lips. When he didn't return the gesture, I pulled away and saw a distant look emerge in his eyes. "What's wrong with you? You've been like this for a week,"I whined disappointed. I pulled away from him slightly.

"It's nothing. Don't waste you're time worrying about it,"he answered still looking distracted.

I stared at him coldly for a moment before snapping, "Too late. Just tell me what's troubling you, and maybe I can help."

He stared at me in thought for a moment before explaining, "It's the basterds. They worry me. They've been too successful and it's all happening too fast. The Fuhrer wants the problem to be taken care of as soon as possible. I was just thinking about that..."

"Oh...That. Well it's not like it's a problem that can be solved easily. Did you have any ideas?"I pestered simply because I was bored.

"Well...I had one idea, but it involves you..." I raised my eyebrows surprised. "Never mind. Forget I said anything,"he chuckled when he saw my reaction.

"No, no. Tell me,"I giggled. "I'm curious now."

He looked so pleased by my display of interest. He grinned as he told me, "I was thinking you could become a double agent and accompany the bastards as long as you can without raising suspicion. While you're with them you could find ways to report back to me."

I laughed. At the time I thought it was the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. "If I did decide to do it, how would I get close to them?"I scoffed.

"Anyone would be courteous to someone hurt, right? If they find you in bad condition, I'm sure even monsters like them would take you along. Also, you could make yourself appear Jewish. I'll have someone dye your hair brown and cut it,"he suggested grabbing a strand of my long blonde hair and letting it slide through his fingers. Noticing my skeptical expression he assured me, "If you don't want to do it, that's fine. I don't expect you to."

Him saying that only made me want to do it more. Who knows, maybe it would be interesting. I was eager to investigate what the basterds were really like. I've heard so many rumors about them. "I'll do it,"I promised. Also, if I was successful, I couldn't fathom the rewards I would receive from my Fuhrer...

- - -

"Aldo...What's that?"The bastard known as Donny inquired pointing further up in the road at a limp looking body.

Aldo, the leader of the basterds leaned forward and squinted trying to see what Donny was pointing at more clearly. Once he got a good look he leaned back in the driver's seat and stated casually, "Looks like a woman to me." A smirk found it's way on to his lips as he continued to drive until he stopped abruptly, nearly crushing her. He had a feeling that this would prove to be interesting. He looked at Donny expectantly. "Well? Go check it out Donnowitz."

"Fine,"Donny gave in and did as he was ordered to. He got out of the truck and scanned the area quickly before approaching the woman. He furrowed his eyebrows and scratched his forehead as he stared down at the woman unsure if she was even alive. Her clothes were drenched in blood that seemed to be dry, and there were bruises and cuts throughout her body. Seeing as the rest of her body was motionless, her head was face down, probably covered in dirt by now.

Donny pushed her lightly as he could with his foot to flip her over so that her she was lying on her back. He saw her chest heave slightly, so she must have been passed out because she didn't have any complaints about being moved.

- - -

"Is she alive or what?"I heard a voice holler impatiently. The voice had a strange American accent. I had a feeling that it was their leader, Aldo the Apache. It made me nervous. It seemed so unreal that the notorious Nazi killer was only feet from me.

I remained in a half asleep state. I didn't want to be clueless as to what was happening, plus I wanted to hear what they said if they thought I couldn't hear.

"I think so...What do you want me to do with her?"a voice coming right next to me answered back. I couldn't determine who that was, but he sounded American as well.

"She looks Jewish doesn't she? We might as well take her. We can't just let her die there."

So far everything was going according to plan. I felt two strong arms pick me up and carry me to a truck. My face was pressed against his chest and I could feel beads of sweat touch my skin. The smell of sweat and cologne filled my nostrils.

I was dropped on to a cold floor and I heard quiet voices speaking. The vehicle took off and the voices gradually grew louder and became boisterous. I had been nervous but their casual chatter calmed me down. It made them seem almost humane. To my surprise, I ended up falling asleep despite the noise. I guess I was more tired than I thought. When the Nazis beat me it took a lot out of me. It's as if we used fake blood.

When I awoke it was silent and pitch black. It appeared that I was the only one in the truck currently. It must have been nightfall. I felt my way around until I felt a wall. I pressed my ear on it and I could hear voices coming from the other side. I then felt my way around for a door which I eventually found. It creaked eerily when I pulled it open. Just like that all of their eyes were glued on me. I stepped on to the ground, crumpling leaves as I did. I stared at all of them expectantly, daring them to speak first.

"Well, well, well,"the one who I assumed was Aldo began. "Looks like sleeping beauty is awake." I heard a few chuckles come from the men surrounding him around a bonfire. I began to feel intimidated knowing that they could break me with just a flick of their finger.

I forced tears to form in my eyes and I fell to my knees holding on to my wounds that were now bandaged poorly. Aldo sighed and let his forehead fall in to his palm making a loud smacking sound. I heard him mutter something about another one before saying, "Hirschberg, bring her here."

A younger, shorter looking man stood from the forest floor and approached me. He stared down at me judgmentally before grabbing my arm roughly and dragging me to Aldo. I kept my eyes focused on him, ignoring all of their other beady stares.

My knees became even more scrapped when I was pushed on to the ground in a kneeling position. Hirschberg went back to where he was sitting and another man came over and stood next to Aldo. He seemed like a giant. No doubt he was the Bear Jew that everyone gossiped about.

Aldo stared at me intently seeming to look right through me, and if he actually could, I would be in quite a dilemma. I looked down at my lap at my twidling fingers and allowed him to inspect me. "Do you speak english?"he finally asked in his thick American accent that already irritated me.

"Yes." I spoke softy, successfully coating my french accent with a fake american one. For now I'll fake being meek. They'd never suspect a thing.

"What's your name?"Aldo demanded. I would have thought that even primates like them would show sensitivity toward me seeing that i was a woman, but I it was apparent that I was mistaken. He spoke to me as if I was a man as well. There was no softness in his voice. It was just gruff and cold. And don't forget that 'sophisticated' accent he had mixed in there.

"G-Gabrielle..."I stuttered. I averted my gaze from him not intentionally. He was more frightening than I imagined. I peaked up and the Bear Jew was leaning forward, staring at me with interest. I wanted to glare at him and tell him he might as well take a picture, but I denied the urge and looked back down.

Aldo took a drink from the flask he had in his pocket and said, "Well Gabrielle...Why don't you tell us what exactly you were doing before we found you."

"A french family was letting my hide in their home. Two days ago german soldiers came to inspect homes for jews and they ended up finding me. They beat me and yelled at me for hiding so long or something like that. I think that they were saying something about taking me to a crematorium or one of the camps. I can't remember which. Anyway...They took me on one of the trucks, but last night I was able to get away. There were so many of us that they didn't realize I was missing." I planned out that lie last night. I think that I recited it perfectly. I didn't break eye contact as I looked each of the men square in the eyes. I just hoped that it was believable enough. What really happened was Hans had a bunch of soldiers roughen me up a little bit and then I stayed there overnight. I noticed all of the jewish looking ones of the bunch let out a sigh, relating the my story.

"So you're jewish...Interesting,"Aldo commented rubbing his chin with his thumb. "We've got some lovely jewish guys over here, like Donny." He punched the Bear Jew's shoulder playfully. The fact that the Golem had a real name made him appear almost humane. He laughed loudly at his leader's sarcasm.

"So...Who exactly are you people?"I inquired timidly. Obviously, I already knew, but I couldn't let them know that I did. It would make me seem too knowing.

Aldo looked at me in disbelief. "Honey, have you been living under a rock? We're the basterds. Now don't tell me you haven't heard of us." I shook my head, signifying my answer was no.

He laughed mockingly, "You really were living under a rock!" The men looked at Aldo waiting for him to describe who they were. They were smirking smugly. "We're in the Nazi killin' business and honey, business is a-boomin!...You scared?"

I answered surely,"No...I think it's amazing." Honestly, I didn't really have an opinion on what they did. All I knew was that I hated this Aldo guy so far. He talked to me like I was a child. Although I did, I couldn't really blame him. I probably seemed like one to them.

"Heh. Makes sense since you're jewish...You want some introductions? We've got nothin' better to do at the moment,"he suggested.

"Sure."

"For starters, I'm Aldo. This here is Donny Donnowitz. You might know him better as the Bear Jew." He gave Donny's shoulder a quick pat. I looked at the ground near him and saw his famous club. I leaned closer slightly to get a better look at it. Not wanting to draw attention, I looked back up and made eye contact with Donny. My eyes averted to Aldo quickly. "Over here is Stiglitz. We recruited him from the germans not too long ago." I looked up at his cold eyes. He was someone I had been worried about from the beginning. I hoped that he wouldn't recognize me. I was always around Hans, so he might have seen me a couple of times. Hopefully my new appearance would be different enough. My long blonde wavy hair was cut erratically up to my shoulders and bangs covered my forehead. In addition, it was dyed a deep brown color.

Aldo introduced the rest of them but I hadn't bothered to remember any of their names. The only other one that stood out to me was Smithson Utivich. He seemed so gentle. I couldn't picture him killing anybody. I wasn't quite sure if I thought of it as a good or bad thing.

I sat near the camp fire for some time trying to warm up, displaced from the basterds. They were on the other side of the bonfire talking, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. They looked in my direction every once in a while and laughed. It made me feel so stupid and insignificant. I had to do something fast. I needed to get close to one of them or else the mission would be a failure from the start. I wouldn't get another chance to do this. I planned to get closer to Aldo and Donny. Then I could have a better chance of success. The only question was how the hell would I be able to get close to those basterds.

AN: Well that's the end of the first chapter. One thing I'm not sure of yet is if this is going to have a love relationship between Cecile and one of the basterds. The next chapter is going to have more one-on-one interaction with the basterds. Let me know if you want me to focus on a specific one because I haven't chosen who yet. Well, that's it for now. Please review! Don't be hesitate to give me constructive critique. It actually helps me a lot.