Note: This fanfic is extremely, balls to the wall and/or (your preference) up the ass, historically inaccurate, please don't give me a history lesson. I do not own any of the characters except for Colonel Cora Colonel. Daphne Mcgee who shall be joining us next chapter is owned by the lovely authoress shellyskelly. Her character stars in her fic, "Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition".
The colonel walked through the long murky trail, before taking a step into this tarnished land was full of green and delicious sunshine to feed the officers radiant skin; the rosy cheeks that the sun granted was slowly fading away as the ash and grim struck her face. Her well polished boots were soiled with the mud and ash beneath her, but that did not slow down her iron sway. Her cap was held to her side, was she showing respect? No, simply she did not want to get her skull shaped pin dirty.
Her blue-green eyes remained keen to what was around her; attentively from observing the sleeping quarters of the animals, to the beings taming the animals to actual bug ridden things themselves.
Their bodies almost see-through, you can point a flashlight to their stomachs and see the light from the other side. Bones, not even another of its own kind would want to eat; eyes despondent.
"Oberst."
The colonel looked back forward, seeing a well dressed SS-Hauptsturmführer. She smiled curtly, saluting the lower ranking male. "I must say Captian Goeth, Płaszów seems to be a paradise for these Jews."
The Jew she was watching moments ago screamed as one of Goeths soldiers whipped her bare back, she dropped her shovel and fell into the hole she was digging. "Dig schneller ist hart genug!" Dig faster bitch!
Captian Goeth licked his lips, "Colonel Klein, it's a paradise for me."
Colonel Klein was the same height as the man that looked back at her, with the upmost confidence and flattery his eyes showed. Her eyes filled with amusement for a moment, putting her cap back on, always slightly tilted to the side. She opened her jacket that covered her distinguished attire, pulling out a walther P38. It was always loaded.
"Ja? Is that so? Well I've heard it's been so much of a paradise for you; using your authority to spare Jews lives and shipping them away to Oskar Schindler for a small profit."
The majestic cries of the animals' pain suddenly stung the captains' ears. He continued to stand frozen at attention, not taking his eyes off hers, though aware of the pistol she held in her hand. "With all due respect oberst, the profits are only for Germany."
He knew what was coming as Klein aimed the P38 at his forehead, "The only profit Germany needs is all the animals to be castrated and slaughtered." She said with animosity. "…and those who betray Germany shall sleep with right beside them." Klein pulled the trigger and watched the top of Goeths head splatter around him. He dropped to the ground right after that, his uniform was no longer clean.
Klein walked up to the body, stepping in the astray brains and pieces of skull that lay around him; his face kissing the ground. "Verräter…" Traitor…