rens-luvr:Hey! I have a passion for history, si I decided to make one based on WWII. Ren is a German official in the story.
POV. Ren
I woke up to the sun shining in my window. I flopped back down, careful not to wake Julie, my mistress. Then I remembered I had work today. Damn camps. I hate working at Auschwitz. It's miserable. Julie stirred and sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Morning." I yawned.
"Morning to you too cuddle bear." she replied. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and kissed me. I got up and put my uniform on. I pinned my Death's head emblem on my jacket. My friend, Anubias, met me outside.
"Another night with your whore?" he asked teasingly. I slapped him in the side of the head.
"I haven't even fucked her yet, so I wouldn't be talking smart ass." I snapped. He smiled and chuckled.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." he retorted. I ignored his snide comments and continued walking. When we got to Auschwitz, we walked inside. The commander met us there. Then, a little girl ran up to me.
"REN!" she squealed happily. It was one of the prisoners. An adorable five year old named Kira.
"Remember what I told you to call me? You know better little girl." I scolded. She looked away guiltily.
"Sorry Mister Krawler." she muttered. I smiled and lifted her up. I hugged her close to myself. She was a daughter to me.
"It's ok. Don't let it happen again." I replied. I put her down and held her hand as we walked outside. What I saw horrified me. One of the soldiers was mercilessly slaughtering a young child. I instinctively pulled out a gun and shot it in the air. The child was still alive and was trying to get up. "Let her go or I swear to god….I'll pull the trigger." I said, scooping the beaten child in my arms. Some of the others looked at me, shocked. "WHAT?!" I demanded, causing Kira to flinch.
"Mister Krawler, you're scary." she mumbled. I grabbed her hand as we rushed inside. I took the child to the infirmirary. The doctor, who is a good friend of mine, got the child fixed up. The damage wasn't as bad as it had looked. She had a few stitches in her lip and a bruise below her left eye. That was about it.
"Are you ok?" I asked. She nodded and smiled gratefully.
"Why did you save me?" she asked. I shrugged and hugged her.
"Kids are very special to me and I hate seeing them suffer. I love kidsand I don't care if I get in trouble for protecting you because it was worth it." I replied. I kissed the bruise on her face gently. Then, the commander came in, looking very angry.