Hey guys, this is my first Inglourious Basterds story. I decided to do his after I noticed an awfully minimal amount of Donny stories, so I hope this makes up for that. I hope you enjoy!
In Nazi Occupied Bordeaux, 1943
"Kapitan nein!"
"So yer a Captain now?" Aldo the Apache eyed the uniformed Nazi that Stiglitz threw in front of him. He was a small man, his uniform and hat nearly swallowed him whole. The man just stared at Aldo with the same silence he'd held since the Basterds raided his unit just outside of town. "Now that makes things more interestin'." Still the soldier said nothing, looking through Aldo as if he were not there. "You speak anglish?" Nothing.
Aldo grunted. "You gonna talk, Captain Kraut, or are you just gonna sit there looking off into outer space?" Again the Nazi captain said nothing. "Well, if you're gonna be that way we might as well get on with it...Donny!" Waving Donny over, he suddenly grew a large smile and staggered quickly over with his slugger resting on his shoulder. "Demonstrate to these young Heinies what happens when they don't cooperate."
Donny's smile became a smirk and his eyes lowered to the man on his knees.
"Any last words, Captain?" Donny's fingers drummed around the neck of his bat as he practiced swinging. He chuckled at his own joke and looked down at the captain with the same dark fire consuming him deep within his stomach. As Donny steadied the bat to hit the man's temple he suddenly made eye-contact with him and as he pulled the bat back the man closed his eyes and let out a raspy whisper, "Forgive me."
Donny paused. His mouth closed and he narrowed his eyes.
"What's the problem, Donowitz?" Donny said nothing as he lowered the head of his bat to the man's hat. With a strong fluid push the hat dropped to the ground and a bushel of black locks fell from a spiral around the now obviously feminine face of the Nazi captain.
"What the fuck?" Donny's eyes widened and then suddenly the woman grabbed the head of his bat and rammed it into his nose. Stumbling back Donny grasped his nose as the woman pulled out a large pistol. She rushed over to Aldo and used the bat to bring him into a choke-hold. Every Basterd's gun was suddenly aimed at Aldo and the woman but remained unfired as she used him as a shield.
"WHOA WHOA now!" Aldo called out, standing as still as he could when he felt the hard iron of a gun at his back. "Where were you hidin' that thing?" He asked trying to ease the rapid tension.
"Shut up!" She pushed the gun harder into his back and pulled the hammer back, "Tell your men to lower their guns." She hissed into the man's ear in an accent that was unidentifiable but certainly not German.
"Why should they?" The woman was silent. Aldo chuckled and addressed his men, "Don't worry, she ain't gon' do anything."
She then pulled her gun from behind Aldo and shot a bullet that grazed Donny's leg. She shot off again and hit Sgt. Stiglitz in the foot. He cried out in pain and grunted as he tumbled to the ground.
"Du dumme Fotze!" Stiglitz cried out.
"Kann es deutschen schweine!" She yelled at him and stuck the barrel back to Aldo.
"You're gonna regret that later." Aldo said and she tightened the bat. Aldo gasped, "Okay, all right! Men, lower yer guns."
"Tell them to stay where they are."
"And don't move!"
The woman began to slowly pull Aldo down the walkway until they were out of sight of the Basterds. As she led him through the small town outside of Bordeaux, Aldo warned, "They're going to kill your men, hope ye know that."
"They aren't my men." She said as she led him through the door of a dark, empty market. She rushed him up a flight of narrow stairs and into a small flat. Aldo stumbled to a couch and watched as she shut her curtains after tentatively checking for anyone that might have followed her. She then heaved herself into an arm chair and held her face in her hands. Aldo heard her quietly mumbling to herself. He looked around slowly and began to stand up but stopped at the sound of rustling fabric and the cock of a hammer.
"Girl, where you hidin' them damn things?"
"Sit down." She ordered and he did so slowly. She rubbed her eyes and sighed, muttering. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Everything all right there?" Aldo asked as if he were addressing a young child instead of his kidnapper.
"No, everything is not 'all right.' Everything would be 'all right' if you shit-heads hadn't arrived in town and ruined my entire plan!"
Aldo eyed her, wondering what a little English girl would possibly want to do with this war. She was quite small and very thin and he wondered how she managed to exert such brute force as he pondered, as well, how strange she looked holding a gun and Donny's bat across her knees. He watched her run her fingers over the names for a few moments.
"Mind fillin' me in on this grand plan that we ruined?" The woman rolled her eyes and sighed looking straight ahead. "Now we ain't doin' this shit again, I've got a right to know why I've just been forcefully taken from my troops, not to mention why you felt the need to shoot one of them in the foot and break another's nose."
"Just stop talking for a second, I need to think." She closed her eyes for a few moment and said quietly, "...I have made a mistake."
"You're damn fuckin' right you did." She stood up and began to pace, swinging the bat around her shoulders.
"I can't let you go now because you'll lead your 'soldiers' back here and you'll scalp me or whatever the fuck you guys do. Fuck—I don't want to have to kill you."
"Hey hey, now, there doesn't need to be any killing involved—from either party." She gave him a look, "You can trust me, I'm a man of my word. God knows I prob'ly shouldn't but you seem like a nice enough gal, just caught up in the wrong situation."
"I wouldn't exactly call it 'caught up.'" She muttered and leaned against the wall watching the door every now and then. After a long silence Aldo looked at her with a cocked eyebrow.
"You waiting for somethin'?"
"No." She shot back. Aldo paused.
"You're waiting for my men to come. Sister, they ain't coming."
"Didn't think they'd actually listen to you. I figured they'd come and rescue their Lieutenant."
"They know I can hold my own."
"Can you?"
"Yes."
She paused, thinking to herself, then mumbling, "...Then leave."
Aldo paused again, watching her. She acted completely serious, holding the bat in her hands gently. Aldo stood and she walked over to the door and opened it for him.
Just as he was nearly out the door she pushed him against the door frame and slammed the door onto his face twice. She pushed him down on the ground and jumped on him. Aldo groaned loudly at the pressure he felt from his head and her tight push on the bat at his neck.
"Shut up. You listen to me; you are not stronger than I am. You may have brute force but I am quick and I am smart and you are neither. Now this is my proposition: I am willing to take you back to your fellow comrades if you and your boys can help me get to Paris and then to Germany by the end of the month. In return I won't give away your whereabouts to the nearest Nazi base." As the woman spoke Aldo eyed something on her right forearm that made his eyes shoot back up to her. She stopped speaking when she noticed Aldo's eyes had seen the numbers on her arm. He didn't need any more confirmation than that. Aldo's view of her softened then when he realized.
"All right, we'll help you out." He said slowly.
Her face was less than a foot from his, "...Thank you."
She jumped off him quickly and pulled her sleeves down to her wrist.
"Let's go." She headed for the door and he followed her out.
Please let me know if you like it so far!
