Title: Traitor
Characters/Pairing: Robert Bishop, crazy Nazi guy
Summary: Why did Walter's Father betray his country?
Warnings: Product of writer's block. Overdramatic.
He loved science, above all else. More than his family, more than his life, more than God. In fact, science was his religion. It was for that reason he began working for the government all those years ago. For science. For the betterment of mankind. Though, his current work was anything but humane.
"Why are these children here!" There was very little he could do to make it more of a question than an accusation. He well knew why they were here. All were small and unkept, obviously malnourished. They looked at the burly SS guards as if expecting a blow, bracing for one rather than planning to avoid it. Some bore tell-tale marks of abuse on their faces and arms. As well as brands.
"You have completed the last stage of the experiment, no? Animal trials are complete and show expected results, is that not true?" The Guard immediately before him looked derisively, assuming his question stemmed from lack of intelligence rather than shock or anger. "These are for the next stage of your experiment."
Some of the children, who until now obviously had no idea of their purpose in the lab, began to tremble in fear, like they were being blown by a strong wind. Some looked like they would be whisked away by the slightest breeze. Those who did know of their fate merely looked resigned, or in one startling case, pitying. The girl in question had sensed his hesitation as the men before him had not.
"Ah, here they are." One of the scientists he had been working with stepped forward. Walter had never liked him. He was blonde, blue-eyed and professed his love for God incessantly. The only thing he loved more than God was destruction.
As the man in question led the children away, none too kindly, and their previous captors departed, Robert glanced at the small cross above the lab's door. In this case, science would not help him.
But he hoped God would.
He had not been able to save the children. Or the ones that followed them. Subjected to awful experiment after awful experiment, until their bodies gave out under the pressure of various treatments, dying horribly.
Still, the memory of the first girl to see through his guise of loyal Nazi scientist haunted him. Though there had been surprisingly many to give him the same look since, her eyes had always seemed the most intense, the most disarming.
So here he was, under the cover of darkness, catching a ship to America in the hopes he wouldn't need to commit the same atrocities. He hadn't even dared to tell his family, after the shock of seeing his nephew fully sworn to defend Germany's interests as part of Hitler's Youth. He stood alone, preparing to depart his homeland.
The term homeland was misleading. He no longer felt he belonged here.
He gathered his bag, packed with few clothes and many books, and stood straighter for the approaching boat carrying Americans. These would be his new employers.
God bless America.