Remembering the Fallen:

Total Drama Holocaust

A Remembrance of the Holocaust Survivors

A/N: This story is mature for sexual themes, violence, and drugs. Do not read this story of you hate Jew's (I am one), World War 2, the Nazi's (them losing the war) or if you are a white supremacists.

Courtney's Pov

"RUN!" Geoff shouted at me.

"I can't!" I shout back. "My leg hurts!"

"We have to go with out her!" Bridgette shouts.

"But we can't!" Geoff tells her.

"WHERE ARE THEY?" The S.S man shouts.

"Run!" Bridgette shout's pulling him. They then disappeared into the woods. At least they got away.

"Here we are…" the soldier says finding me. "Your coming with me." He says to me.

They shove me into there army car.

My name is Courtney Polvikous. I am a Jew living in Nazi Germany in 1942. Yes, I know, it is an American name, but my dad said it was just right. Well, he said that when he was alive. My town of Los became a Ghetto, a place where they lock us up and leave us there to die. Geoff, Bridgette, and I escaped, and then were being hunted down. I was caught. I know where were going next. A conservation camp. I don't know what I'd do there, but something tells me it's bad. I'm 16, on my own, and am ready to die. I really am. How ever, I'm not going with out a fight. I heard the car's engine stop. It released some gases into the air? Would this be the last time I'd smell it? I put the thought aside, and got ready to get out.

"Get out Jew!" the guard shouted at me, pulling me out of the car by my hair.

"Bastard!" I shouted at him in Yiddish.

Yiddish (the old version of Hebrew) was "our" secret language. I knew German though, so if I ever needed to talk my way out of a situation.

"What did you say?" he asked putting his lips on my neck. Slowly, starting to kiss it…

"Appreciate it…" he said teasing me "I'm treating you just like a…"

"Commander!" a fat man said running up to him. "Don't treat are guests that way."

"Yes sir!" he said shouting to him. He then put his arms around me.

"Didn't you hear him?" I asked, knowing if I revolted I'd be shot.

"I'm one of you…" he said in my ear. "And I'll let that comment slip bye…"

"How are you?" I asked.

"My name is Duncan…" he starts "Duncan Reidsker… princess."

"Where am I?" I ask.

"Sheino Camp. Otherwise known as the Devil's Arithmetic."

"I have a question?"

"Yeah?"

"If I told them you were a Jew… what would happen."

"You'd become that." He said pointing to the smoke coming out of the building. "Were not alone. There are many other guards. Meet us on Wednesday. You'll learn more later."

He then walked away, talking to some other guards.

"Follow me…" the other guard says taking out his walking stick.

TO BE CONTINUED

Note: This is not a real story, but based on real events of the Holocaust. All of the characters who are named belong to Teletoon and Cartoonnetwork. This is not intended to be racist but to be dramatic, romantic, and informative. Also, this will have more mature themes.