so this is my first inglorious basterds fic, be gentle with me please. I know it sounds like the start of a mary sue but it IS NOT a romance unless someone wants it to be, I take suggestions

I don't own inglorious basterds, it belongs to Quinten Tarantino (I hope I spelled his name right) and the Bear Jew belongs to him and Eli Roth(who is sexy beastin' as Donny might I add)

my chapters are normaly longer than this, but not by too much.

Narrator POV

Mila Roderick knelt down to the screaming Nazi before her. The look in her eyes was ruthless and cold. She eyed the cowering man screaming in German at her. He was young, not as young as her husband, but still in his mid twenties at least. So far the interrogation was not going as expected. He refused to answer her questions, even though he was terrified of her he still held strong. The only bones he had left in his body to break where his arms and his skull. It only frustrated her further.

"I don't like to play games kraut, speak English and tell me where the children are or I'm going to bring Louie out again, he won't be too pleased to see that you have not answered me and I know you Germans hate to play with Louie. Unless of course you want to tell me the location, then there will be no need."

The long thin hand that wasn't wrapped around her husband's prized Louisville slugger was in his hair pulling the dirty blonde's head back, making the fearful young man look her straight in the eyes. the slugger was coverd in blood, his blood. and so was she.

She let his hair go and stood up to survey the land around her. It was littered with the bodies of his fallen comrades, Two of which she tortured to get the information she got now. One told her that the basterds where here in France, a useful piece of information, but not to her right now. She filed that away under need to know. The other told her of the rotational shifts of Auschwitz concentration camp, something she did not find useful as she did not have the location or the manpower to take it down. Neither of which was important to what she needed to know, which was where they where taking the Jewish children, and who was taking them. If this last one told her nothing, she would have to find another group of Nazi's who knew, or it just might be time to find the basterds, and join them.

The man turned over, eying her fearfully. The light had gone out of his eyes, he was ready to die. in this she knew that she would not get to him. the nazis that had the children had won. she could not find them now that the last one to know about them was dead. he turned to her, no easy feat seeing as the bones in his spine and legs were all broken.

"Fuck you"

She sighed standing up and quickly dispatching the young Nazi with a swing of her bat. the sound of a familliar crunch rang through the clearing. blood ran from his head like a fountian. blood lust made her crazy. the bat swung over and over agian. until the enlisted mans skull was nothing more that shrapnel stuck through a red mass. he never talked, they did not always talk. but some where usefull, not always, but sometimes.

Mila had been in France for over a year now. Before her husband was killed in combat, She was a stay at home house wife eagerly awaiting word from her loving husband. After word came to America that he was killed, she went over there to collect his body and his things, and decided to stay.

Word had gone around about the basterds, once she heard about them, there was no stopping her. She wanted retribution for what the Nazi fucks had done to her husband, and the basterds where going to help her weather they liked it or not.

Mila POV

You didn't think the Bear Jew was just one person did you? The kind of popularity he has doesn't come from just one person. That Is why they call him a golem, that is why stories come from two places at once. Because it wasn't just sergeant Donny Donowitz that beats Nazis to death with a fucking baseball bat, it just so happens that not so far away, in the very same forest, a woman was doing the very same thing. That woman was me. The only reason people couldnt really think I could be A Bear Jew was I didn't leave anyone alive, and I worked alone.

After the Nazis killed my husband, I wanted to seek retribution. I hid on the outskirts of France, in the forest. For a few days after I left I stayed silent, under the radar, hiding and spying on the Nazis. I did speak some French, so I understood what some where saying but German remained completely foreign to me. After a few weeks, when people started talking about the Bear Jew and the basterds, I knew I could be instrumental in what they where doing.

I was ruthless, and when I heard of Aldo the apache taking scalps, I did to. It was easy, blend in, stay under the radar, when someone found a bunch of scalp less Nazis, and a few beaten to death. Their mind magically strayed to the basterds. Not a hundred and forty pound woman alone in the French wilderness with nothing but a Louisville slugger, a bowie knife and a standard issue army pistol.

In that way, I worked. i gatherd more that 50 scalps in the first six months, killing Nazis, freeing enslaved Jews, all under the name of the basterds, but not with them. Not until they stumbled upon me in the middle of my work anyways.

so, what did you think, like i said, it is my first IB fic, so when i introduce the charaters, if they are OOC then do not hesitate to tell me.