War found its way against his town, ageing it beyond it's time. Waves of ashes flew in constant motion, surrounding the small stream of buildings in the village. Feliciano walked past the small table in the small kitchen, it was empty for the first time. But this was the last time he would see his childhood house. Feliciano didn't want to leave, but the Germans were gaining full control of their village, their occupation was oppressive, they couldn't live like that anymore. Feliciano felt like he just needed to breathe, that it was okay to let go of a past like that because he didn't want to think of the negative. He knew that some things didn't last very long, especially if they were good.

The food shortages were increasing and Feliciano knew that, but he wanted to stay, he knew he couldn't but he wanted to, he had to leave everything behind, but as he walked out the door for the final time, he couldn't help but smile, because there would finally be a time where he was going to have enough of everything.

They wouldn't have to live through the starvation, and he could just leave. Feliciano thought about this as he stood outside in the cold, watching the already dark sky. He remembered his grandfather getting the news that the allies were going to attack Germany.

"Lovino, Feliciano, we have to go, I have also received information that the village is going to be attacked tomorrow morning. We need to leave tonight, I have informed your grandmother about it, and she will gladly take us in"

Feliciano watched his grandfather, numbly nodding his head "Che cazzo, nonno, Perche? Vaffanculo" He heard his brother mutter a stream of curses at his grandfather, his cheeks red, as he continued to yell at his grandfather. He took this as a moment to leave, to allow the one-sided conversation to unfold before him. It was a nearly dark when Feliciano saw his brother storm past the door, and into their room, curiously, Feliciano walked behind his brother, sitting on the small bed just besides Lovino' s.

"Lovi" Feliciano was relieved that his brother started speaking English again, meaning that he had calmed down enough.

"Hurry up Feliciano" He heard his older brother's angry grumble before seeing him just behind the door, his arms were folded into his chest as he stared at Feliciano.

Feliciano gave a short nod before heading towards the train, the same one that would take him out of the country and they left Italy, for the first time in his life, he was leaving the village. Leaving without his family, he wanted to find them, but he couldn't tell where they were, the last he saw the train going in a different direction, and the panic as the saw his grandfather and brother, their heads partially out the window and their voices lost to the wind.

There was nothing but darkness in the room, or at least that he could see, but he felt other rough, dry patches of skin brush against his as the vehicle seemed to move over rough ground. It felt like being in a room with rotting flesh. It might as well have been, with the lack of movement and energy anyone had.

"They're going to kill us, I heard it from one of those dammed Germans, the food and precautions were just to keep us alive for them to kill us in a heap." Feliciano heard a raspy and dark voice to his side.

The thought struck him. Kill. It wasn't something uncommon, or something that was unexpected, but Feliciano felt like it was just the sudden rush of the situation that caused the emotion to build up in his head. Fear.

"Of course they're going to kill us, why else would they bring us here?" He heard another voice respond.

The 19 year old attempted to slam his head back against the wall, only remembering that the vehicle was filled with people. Bodies strewn from end to end, walls further back than he could see, the stench of something rotten sprinkled in the air.

Feliciano felt his voice before he heard it "It's better than going back there, trust me, they burned everything down, and they'd shoot us with no hesitation if we even THOUGHT about going back"

The room was once again silent, the information was sinking in, and the room was filled with people of all ages, those that were younger than him and those that were decades older. Neither of the parties made a single sound as the train rode faster, each filled with cattle trucks full of nearly a hundred people. Each second felt like an hour as the train rode on, and there was no telling where he was going, or what was going to happen.

After what felt like an endless amount of time, Feliciano began to close his eyes, closing off the world around him, allowing the blissful release of dreams surface. Within minutes, the door to the car was open, revealing a man in the dark blue uniform, his eyes scanning the room, people near the door stood up to file out, as the man began to push other unwilling participants out of the car as well.

Feliciano stood up; the uncomfortable position of his legs from the trip caused him to become unsteady, as he grabbed his bag and walked out with the rest of the silent group. Scanning the area, the thin boy saw the still bodies of some people in the car. Dead.

The building came into view as the groups began to huddle out of the car and into the odd area; as he began to look around, watching the others unload the car, glancing at the passing strangers around him.

He began to follow everyone, afraid of what they older man in the car had said kill him. He began to drag his feet against the patches of dirt, hoping to find out what they had been willing to do to the rest of them.

Exhaustion was the only thing he felt at the moment, it was enough to push the hunger, thirst and uneasiness to the back of his mind. He gripped his bag harder, nearing the fenced in building; the place where they were supposed to go.

He glanced at the arm of the Nazi closest to him, examining the piece of red cloth tied to his sleeve, the back design seemed to infuriate and intimidate him, but he brushed it off sighing as they reached their destination. As they were about to open the gates, he had the sudden urge to run, he had to get out of there, but to where?

Feliciano held onto his bag, the only means of survival that he had.

There wasn't much to run to and even if he did manage to get out of the crowd, they would have caught him and killed him anyways.

Before the brown-haired male had even had a chance to rethink his escape plan, he was inside the building; the exit was blocked by a crowd of bodies.

It was even worse than he would've thought up for, the bunks were so crammed together, that there was hardly any room to move, and there were so many of them in the single room, that it was hard to move towards any place at all. A feeling of complete oppression passed him as Feliciano inched closer to the door. Everyone at the door quickly and loudly started to claim bunks. They're shouts of panic were beginning to fill the air as the younger man was pushed into the nearest empty bunk.

"Kid, hide your things, you'll never know if they'll take it or not" The same voice from the truck, the one that had mentioned that they might have been planning to kill them.

Feliciano numbly obeyed, he was scared, and alone. Alone. For the first time.

It was at that moment that the same German solider had reentered the room, scanning through the turmoil of bodies, his eyes had a hard glint to them, no emotion could be detected.

"You have 30 minutes to get out of bed and onto the yard, if I catch you doing something other than the work you are assigned, you will be executed" The large bulky figure shouted.

The German walked up to a smaller woman, her eyes were filled with determination and fear. He pulled out the hand gun that he had with him, and aimed it at the woman, it was as quick as opening a door, and there was no thought in the kill. The room was silent, and Feliciano closed his eyes, turning away from reality. The cold feeling enveloped him, taking down any thread of security that he had left. The others in the room watched as he exited, before hurriedly getting to their designated location.

Days had passed before he had any change in the camp, it was the same routine, over and over, the same man had come in the room to order them to work, it worse that what a prison would've sounded like, at least a lot of them didn't have to do work.

Feliciano's thoughts slowly wondered to the future. What if they end up killing all of us? Why did they separate us in the first place? Were there any more places like this?

He had watched the others secretly; all the familiar faces that he knew seemed to be disappearing, as newer people entered the camp. That's what he found out the place was, a camp, one where they held people, although he had no idea where everyone had went. Feliciano held onto the shred of hope that kept him sane, the thoughts that they were just taken to another place, a better place were in his mind, that the words that the person in the car had spoken, were lies. The so called camp was worse that the train that they were captivated in.

It was painful, the setup of everything, Feliciano couldn't stop the fear, he could just suppress it, the German armies were nothing but pieces of fear, the king of the war, and the invader of everything he knew.

He felt the onset of fits of coughing, just the soft kind, a feeling of anger passed by him as they entered their third day of camp. There was honestly no other emotion to be felt with but fear. He felt as though they had greater intentions than just labor. It was getting harder to focus as everything in his body seemed to slow down, with the lack of food and amounts of work.

Empty, the only feeling in his stomach, after the first few days, it was easier to ignore the constant stances of pain that began to shoot up in his right arm, the work was laborious, often requiring all the energy that he had. Feliciano was exhausted, truly exhausted.

But the sight of others younger than him, having to do the same tedious work, had kept him going, and as far as stopping, if any of the group seemed to show any fatigue or weakness, the other leaders of the Germans had often grabbed them and transported them somewhere.

The weakened boy watched someone considerably younger than him disappear with the Germans, he saw someone that looked like the boy, who Feliciano guessed was his older brother, attempt to take out the German guard, Feliciano quickly turned around before anything else could happen. This made Feliciano think about his older brother for the first time in the amount of days that he had been at the camp. He wondered where Lovino was, and where his grandfather was.

A feeling of panic flashed through him, making his stomach twist in knots, Feliciano wanted to escape, he needed to see his brother again, he wanted to distance himself from the war that he had no part him.

With the thought of Lovino in his mind, Feliciano stood up, running across to the fence, the frail boy had watched as everyone else passed by, he had seemed to be ignored by the other people of the place, especially the intentional and angered looking men.

The hard voice of a guard came up behind him "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

Feliciano froze in fear, as they began to push him to the ground, he felt his back being pelted, the rush onset of blood began to pour into his vision as a breath of harsh air aroused from his throat.

The beaten boy had refrained from crying, he didn't want to show weakness, not at the moment in time, instead, he had stood his ground, each whip became harder on him, beating exposed flesh, already raw from the few other whips that he had received previous.

At this point, a larger hand had harshly pulled at his wrist, slamming his body into the ground from the sudden movement.

With a rush of adrenaline, the 19 year old managed to shove the guard down; the feelings of pain and exhaustion were leaving him.

Soon after, he began to run, staring at the fence ahead of him, hoping to get somewhere, even if it meant that he had a chance of getting killed. For some reason, the fear in him evaporated, changing into something more.

As if there was finally a reason to get out of the place, as if he finally had the chance and reason to change everything.

He felt the guard with the whip, begin to tackle him his face scratching against the ground, a heavier force of some darker looking object landed on his head, causing his vision to change for a bit.

He blinked, watching as everything seemed to get darker, and he felt the rush of panic again, as he saw the red cloth, the same one from earlier, that the men in the suits seemed to be wearing.

The men began to beat him to the ground as Feliciano kept his head covered. Flashes of pain occurred between the small of his back as the German began to beat him further into the ground, whistles sounded as the pressure off his chest lifted, allowing him more room to breathe.

Feeling the side of his head, he attempted to dull down the pain he felt against the back. He scanned the back of his head, checking for any bumps or bleeding, but it remained clear, they had probably not hit him as hard as they mean too. Besides the tedious pain, he was fine.

They had probably taken him to a prison or maybe sentence him to death. The teen began to look around, trying to find a difference to signify that he was gone, dead, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary, the only thing being, that everyone in the room was a woman, or a small child, he seemed to be the only male there, besides the younger kids.

The walls never shifted, nothing was different. "Hey kid" A voice spoke to his left, it was something that was soft. He attempted to hear over the slight pounding of his head, he pushed it to the back of his mind, hoping that the pain would leave.

'What?" Feliciano responded

"I said, hey" The same voice drifted back

"Oh, Hey" the smaller boy muttered quietly.

He thought back the incident, back at the camp, and he wondered what other people had already done in the other camps, and where is family was, he missed Lovino, and he missed his Grandfather. The stranger said nothing more, which made the situation seem harder to process, it was already as if he were expecting all of this in the past couple weeks.

He laid down on the floor, looking up at the darker ceiling, the heat was getting to him, as he adjusted his eyes in the dark, noticing that he wasn't exactly alone, there were still many people around the place, most of them seemed quiet, like they didn't really want to be heard.

Sitting around might have done something worse than attempting to free themselves from the trap. The brown-haired boy stood up, trying to get an insight on everything that was happening, maybe there really was no escape, but he had to try, after all, he had something to do, even if it was something bad.

This opened up a new thought to Feliciano, something was nagging in the back of his mind, like this was another trap set up for him, that it was a trap set out for someone else.

For everything that was to be feared of, he took the instinct to get plans, figuring out what was going on, instead of just lying around and doing nothing...

He got up, watching the rusty bars from the front, and looking at the date on the top of the bars, engraved as a reminder, he thought, he didn't necessarily want to count the years of this war, he was scared and he wanted to find his family, he To think that it had advanced this far was incredible, and to know that he and his family had survived this long was unthinkable.

He felt a throbbing in his knees, from the position that he had laid in previously, Feliciano struggled as he saw one of the guards coming towards him, his face set, with the certain hardness as the rest of Hitler's followers.

Without a word, he felt the arms of the guard take him by his right arm just as another one had taken hold of his left, the lighter boy struggled to keep off of their grip, luck had it, and he was able to swing his right leg over the guard's foot, causing him to veer off balance.

But as soon as he did, he was set upright again, as if the motion were set, as if his leg was just another obstacle in his path that he didn't really care about.

Confusion swept through Feliciano, especially about the blank motion of his face, he felt their grip accumulating to its regular tightness, as he struggled even harder to get out.

He noticed the advancement of the building, the close structure of its dark red and black symbol, and its darker aura, appearing to get damper and more constricted as they had gotten closer.

The whole building was surrounded, guarded, so he knew immediately that there was someone in there that they were trying to protect.

The guards began to mumble in German, words that Feliciano didn't know flew past his head, his gaze landed on the taller figure of a dirty-blond male, who stared back at him, like he was nothing but scum. His deeper voice matched his shady attitude and look, like he was made to be first commander of a chancellor "Come with me kid" Feliciano began to follow the man, the guards had left him with the man. "Hurry up"

Without hesitation, Feliciano swiftly moved up closer to him, seeing the gun that he had held in his right pocket. They entered the damp building, the solid wood floor looked broken down, and the walls were damp, along with the air, but the building seemed to be nicer than most.

They navigated through a small hallway, and soon were met with a door, just on the corner of the building. The taller man shoved Feliciano into the door, before quickly locking it up, the sound of heavy wood could be heard from the other side.

Feliciano turned around, ready to push against the door, his deductive reasoning had allowed him to come to the conclusion that they could honestly put all that effort into killing him. Instead of panic filling his body, he felt a sense of adrenaline, as he slammed against the barricaded door even harder, forcing it to convex.

At that moment, the room that seemed so empty was filled with other noises, there were multiple ways that a German could kill, and he didn't really feel in the mood to find out what they were, so he knew that escaping was the only option. But why didn't they kill the other children out there? For what he knew, or just discovered, most of the people that he had witnessed were missing, were smaller babies and woman, especially those that probably couldn't even lift a box, or walk another mile. He felt his body touch the solid ground, as he attempted to break the door in again; he felt a small burst of relief flood through, which was soon depleted as a warm figure collapse on top of him..."What's going on?!" the boy on the floor nearly shouted, angered at the stranger for pushing him to the ground. "Just get up" He muttered back, seemingly getting up himself and holding a hand out for Kyle to take. With reluctance, he heaved himself back up, following the shorter man to the other side of the building. He felt that gut instinct of fear again, boiling up inside his stomach, he picked up the pieces of stone and grass, following on what his self-instructor was doing. It felt like picking up stones were something minor, but the task ahead of him was yet to be determined, maybe they had to load heavy barrels into the trains, so that the Germans could have something to eat.

But it wouldn't have been fair because it would just leave them starving, wouldn't it? He watched as other man picked up a hidden barrel, just a few yards away from him, and he walked over, planning to do the same, glancing over at the others, as they had basically worked their hands off. Was this what it was going to be like the rest of his life? Serving people that might have killed his family? And what about the guard that took him directly there? All the other guards were working in pairs, treating the rest of the Jews like they were criminals. Criminals guilty of committing the most hate-ridden and vengeful crimes. Because no matter how you looked at it, they were all just people, having to live in a world full of war and slavery. No matter how much it would seem, nobody was treated equally, even though there was nothing different about any of them. Was it really worth it to go through all the trouble to get rid of an entire population? Because of a certain religion? Because they didn't meet certain specific standards that someone set up? He continued to move heavy barrels up the small ramps and into the train, not exactly knowing what he was doing, but not wanting to do anything unnecessary or suspicious, for fear of having to come in contact with the Germans again. Germans. The reason that he was at this, this death camp, or whatever they had wanted to call it, they were the reason that he had to live out of his house, and the reason that he had lived in fear for the past couple days in his life.

There wasn't even a sense of time anymore, it just counted up in darker nights and lighter days, and sometimes even then, it was hard to tell whether it was day or night anymore. The day seemed to be coming to a close as the guards came back, handling everyone with their guns and bats, ready to beat them to death if they had made an attempt to escape. He prepared for his new bed, the floor wouldn't have been too bad if it weren't so crammed, and all he could think about then, was his hunger. The hunger that he didn't even notice until he had his back flat against the floor.

Feliciano looked back at the walls, and everything before him, it was too much. No matter how brave he tried to be, he was always scared, he just wanted his brother back, he just wanted his family back.