Undercover Assassination
In the time of discrimination, prejudice, and bad judgment…
"We're going to die, aren't we?" the blonde in front of me whispered. I gulped at his words. He was only making it worse.
Trying to fake a smile, I whispered barely audible, "Just keep quiet, Rox, it'll be okay." As we marched on, I felt my face get red as I thought about what he had said. I sucked in a breath and looked around.
The soldiers' faces were all impassive. It was as if they had no care in the world for any other human being. Ahead, to where we were going, they were splitting us up. Some were fit, strong, and ready to work. I looked to my friend. He was small from not having much food in the past month. It only worried me more.
Nothing good can come of this.
They examined Roxas closely as we approached the sinister men. In the opinions of the three men, two thought that the boy could not work, and only one opposed. So the blonde went to the right, where he was to be showered and sent away.
Or so they had told us.
Not even much of a glance toward me to know I was able to work. I was sent to the left line. I couldn't even take a last glance back at my best friend as I advanced to a large cement building.
Once inside, we were forced to strip, then they shaved our heads. My beautiful red locks! And as if that wasn't humiliation enough, we had to wear old, tattered rags. After we dressed in the dirty, sweat-stained clothing, we were tattooed; a list of numbers on our arms. I didn't even want to look at mine.
We went to the place we were supposed to sleep in. It reeked of horrid odors such as perspiration and blood. I had to share a bunk with a man named Zexion. I learned a lot about him the first night I was there. He wasn't Jewish at all, and he held nothing against us. He was only sent here for being homosexual. I learned that my friend probably wasn't even alive at this point, for they sent Zexion's partner to be burned when he was supposed to go home.
And that night, I listened to the desperate cries of many. I would have been one of them, had I not held it in for one person: Rox. I told him to be strong on the way here. And so I would have to live up to my word. I would be strong for him, just as he was for me.
Okay, this is a school thing about the holocaust. I did it in... Fanfiction/Kingdom Hearts form! Yay! So, tell me what ya think. It's way too short, but I don't really care. My teacher can get over it!
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