Disclaimer: I do not own Inglourious Basterds, or anything affiliated with Inglourious Basterds. If I did do you really think I would be writing this?

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Dirty Words and Involuntary Shivers

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"You ever wanna see your cow farm again than I suggest ya do what I tell you"

She had no choice but to trust them.

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Prologue

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If Rennie had any sense in her head she would have turned back.

"Keep up!"

The voice was harsh against the eerie silence of the night- the hand that held hers tightened to an almost unbearable grip. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments, just a flash in the dark. He wouldn't look her directly in the eye. Her own brother wouldn't look her in the fuckin' eyes.

Maybe she was being paranoid; maybe it was the dark, or the fear of getting caught. Maybe…

He yanked her arm switching their pace from a speed walk to a jog. A cow grazed lazily at the edge of the field a few feet from the woods, happy, content, not a care in the world. Rennie wished she were that cow, and she wished liked hell she could stay in the field just sprawled out, the grass pricking her skin and the moon lighting her face.

It would be her own little paradise. It was her paradise. After the chores were done, the cows fed and dinner was on the table for her father she spent her free time staring at the moon and holding one-sided conversations with the cows.

"You wish hard enough and it just might come true," He father said to her once on her eighth birthday. And at the time, she believed him, but now as she glanced over her shoulder trying to catch one last glimpse of her house across the field it all seemed so stupid.

Childish and stupid.

Wishes didn't come true.

"Wait here," Her brother released her hand once they entered the woods. "And be quiet," He added before stalking off.

Even now in the darkness of the woods away from the glare of the moon he wouldn't meet her eyes. It was unnerving and frightening and it caused her stomach to drop. Something was not right. Her eyes stared longingly towards the only home she ever knew. Perhaps, if she went back and talked with her father, told him she wanted to stay, that she needed to stay here with him…

An arm slipped around her waist grabbing her roughly from behind, a hand covered her mouth muffling the scream that ripped from her throat- then everything went black.

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Author's Note: Hmm, I'm going to be honest and say I have no idea where the hell this came from. I saw Inglourious Basterds, loved it, but I never thought I would be writing Fan Fiction about it. Too many details, I know little about the War, but than I clicked on the section under movies just to check out other stories, cause 'Hey!' if you're not gonna write it you might as well read it. Then, I had a dream. It was simple, just a small snippet of a scene and I kept having those dreams. They turned into full on conversations which turned into a plot and here I am. I swear this goddamn plot bunny has taken over my head!

I am a little hesitant to even post this because I've read some stories in this section that have blown me away. You know who you are, I've either commented on your story, favorited your story or will in the future. I love you and I hate you all for getting this plot bunny in my head.