A/N: Well hello there readers, long time no see. I've been gone from for months, and I apologize for that. Despite it being summer vacation and me thinking that I'd get a lot done during these three months…I didn't. I've had trips to hotels, writer's block, phone problems…yeah not much but it was mostly writer's block. So anyways, this idea has been in my head for some time now, and I'm glad to finally get it out to you guys.
Note: This is a WWII alternate universe; however it does not take place in a concentration camp. The boys are also still in canon age. (9-10 years old)
Pairing(s): Kyman with tiny traces of Style
KYLE'S POV
I held my shivering little brother close to me as Nazi officers walked past the abandoned shack my family and I were hiding in. Ever since we had been forced to hide, we were always starving, homeless, cold…
The chill seeped through my tattered and thin clothing, sinking into my flesh like sharp teeth. I huddled as close to my parents as I could, still holding Ike tightly in hopes of warming him up as well. Hunger was a problem, too; we could never find much to eat, and when we were forced to steal we could only get so much without risking getting caught.
However, neither the cold nor the hunger was as bad as the dread that we would be found and taken to a concentration camp. I've heard stories about them; where people would be forced to do harsh, cruel labor all day with barely enough food in their stomachs. Some would be killed needlessly, and some…were just too weak to make it, and died a slow, painful death.
I shuddered as I thought about it. It was like as if these Nazis had no sense of morals; no sense of mercy. But then again, I thought, clenching my fists bitterly, they are Nazis. For my whole life, I was shunned and belittled for being Jewish. Nobody even looked in my direction, and when they did, it was to pick on me for even the most trivial things. Not even the teacher liked me, despite my efforts to get the best grades as I could.
"Mom, Dad?" I murmured, "When will things be able to go back to normal?" a futile question, perhaps, but maybe…just maybe…if there had been even the slightest sign of this war coming to an end, then there could be some hope for us. But my dad only shook his head, sighing. "We're not sure, Kyle. The only thing we can do for now is hope and pray that we can be saved." He told me, his voice sounding tired and defeated.
With a pang of disappointment, I leaned back into my mother, who had once been very plump, but was now just as starved as the rest of us. "Don't be sad, bubby, maybe the war might even end tomorrow! You never know." she whispered, rubbing my cheek comfortingly, "So keep a smile on your face, alright?" after a small while, a small smile tugged at the corner of my lips, and I replied, "Okay…"
Hours passed, and night fell. I felt my eyelids growing heavy from tiredness, and my limbs seemed to not want to move. Giving in to temptation, I closed my eyes, snuggling up against my mother. And after what felt like five minutes, I was fast asleep.
"Kyle…Kyle, wake up." I heard Ike say. "H-Huh…? What's going on?" I asked, rubbing my eyes and sitting upright. "Ike hear a boom!" he told me, his beady eyes wide with fear. "…what?"
As if on cue, multiple gunshots sounded off in the distance. Oh, no…I thought, fear building up in my chest. "Come on, boys, we have to go before they get here!" my mother ushered us to our feet. Dad cracked open the door to check for people, and then opened it up fully. "No-one's here, let's go!"
We spent about an hour running away from the shack and stopped at a clearing in the woods. The gunshots had ceased, and it appeared that our pursuers had lost track of us, and we were safe…for now, anyways. "Where are we gonna stay now?" I asked, fearing that the Nazis might find us in the open and capture us. "I…don't know." Mom sighed, looking around.
After a while of debating, we decided to stay the night here before going out to look for another place. For now, all we could do was pace around and keep our senses alert for anything suspicious. Night fell way too soon, and we huddled together, Ike and I safely tucked in the middle.
The sounds of my family's breathing as they slept comforted me, but for some reason, I wasn't able to sleep. I tossed and turned on the stiff ground, feeling an odd sense of paranoia. It was like as if they were going to burst out of the bushes and capture us at any minute now. I could just hear their footsteps pounding on the foliage…wait…
…I can actually hear it.
"Mom, Dad, Ike, wake up!" I yelped hysterically, scrambling to my feet, "They're coming! I can hear them!" they followed instantly, looking around with wide, fearful eyes. The footsteps were growing louder now. "We've got to hide!" my father hissed urgently. But before we could take another step, Nazi officers burst through the bushes, armed with guns.
"We found them!" one yelled. More came from separate directions to surround us.
There was no escape now.
We were trapped.
END OF CHAPTER
A/N: Eh, my writing skills are sorta rusty right now, but hope you enjoyed the chapter nonetheless! Anyways, see you next chapter!
Love,
N3k0-Chn the 2nd