Disclaimer: I do not (Unfortunately) own any of the characters in Inglourious Basterds and the all belong to the legend that is Quentin Tarantino. I only Own Belle and any other OC's in this story.

A/N: This is just a little intro to my main story, showing Hugo's thoughts and feelings and his interaction with the basterds (The next chapter will introduce my OC)


Bring it on

'He didn't mind so much being made an example of, it only scared them more when he just simply remained stoic and watched the fear in their eyes. The fact a man in chains, under lock and key still intimidated them.'


The basterds had just rescued Hugo Stiglitz and were making their way through the woods searching for camp for the evening.

"Hey Smithson, get yer ass over 'ere" drawled Aldo in his southern accent. As Aldo was thoughtfully scanning the horizon of the forest they were in Donny piped up and disturbed the peace as usual.

"well aint we just having a ball, hey stiggy how you doin' back there"

In answer to Donny's remark Hugo's head tilted up in a menacing manner and he just gave Donny a piercing stare that told him his answer, do not call him Stiggy. Donny simply turned back to Aldo in a slight awkward manner; he lowered his voice considerably now when speaking to his superior,

"Okay, well isn't he just a ray of sunshine"

"Shut up Donny man just escaped a Nazi prison fer fuck sake, what do you expect him to be like, jumping around singin' fucking deutschland,deutschland. Anyway I got no problems with a silent soldier, it makes a change. Now shut up and find shelter,"

With a slight whack to the back of the head Donny jogged up to Omar and began to annoy him instead for the rest of the hike.

"Lieutenant Raine you wanted to see me?" said Smithson after awkwardly addressing the Lieutenant.

"Yeah go check up on the new recruit will ya."

"What me are you sure?" Smithson reluctantly said.

"Well you see me talking to anyone else? Go put yer medical training to use."

"Yes sir," Utivich replied. He was deeply nervous about meeting this new recruit he seemed cold. He even got a chill just from looking at him.

Later that night at camp

After setting up camp, everyone acted as if he had always been there although there was an underlying tone of nervousness, he just didn't look right with them. Smithson had, after some persuasion, attended to Hugo's injuries, though how deep the scars went in both senses he could not determine.

Aldo was sipping soup sat on a log and not paying that much attention to the new arrival but his men could tell he was uneasy and that made them uneasy. Kagen and Zimmerman were playing around like two brothers with the firewood they collected, until Zimmerman lost his footing and hurtled next to Hugo's feet, who was sat on a rock and stared somewhat unimpressed. The air was thick with anticipation, waiting for any reaction from the German. Aldo's voice interrupted the tense moment.

"Zimmerman, Kagen, git your asses up, and help the others,"

"Ha I won anyway," Kagen's said with a grin sent in Zimmerman's direction.

"Well I could beat you any other day of the week with this right hook," Zimmerman was playfully hitting Kagen in the arm.

"Well if youse two don't stop acting like a bunch of children, I'll knock both of youse so hard you'll see tomorrow today, now git to it!" Aldo smiled at his victory over the two of them and shortly after retired to his tent.

After their hard day the sky was beginning to blacken and all but one basterd was left on duty, he could tell the men did not trust him yet, but that was to be expected he was a German Soldier before he turned. There was sure to be trust issues following that. This was not what annoyed him most though; it was the fact that they were all so different from him. Hugo shifted in his spot as the fresh wounds on his back began to bleed down into his new shirt, none of them understood. He didn't mind so much being made an example of, it only scared them more when he just simply remain stoic and watched the fear in their eyes. The fact a man in chains, under lock and key still intimidated them. The things they did to people put him in a rage these people of supposed dignity, they sent his whole family to a camp they were probably dead, he wasn't married but he thought of that as having one less life to mourn. Nobody knows what it's like to truly lose anything you ever had or loved, to live for nothing. Now all he had was revenge.

It was now about midnight and as all these thoughts were passing through his head and he was cleaning his beloved dagger that had helped him on his personal mission. The most prominent thought was that he was free, and he knew so many interesting ways to kill a Nazi with his old friend, any sanity he had was lost with his family and in the prison, he had nothing left to lose but plenty to gain,

Bring on the next mission.


well there we go re-updated and chapter 1 done.

thanks you to everyone who reviewed this story before I made the changes!, but it needed an update, so here you are.

I would still like to point out I originally wrote this at 4:36 am...ah them dedication days.

2ND A/N: to all of you out there, no I'm not dead I have exams for 4 weeks so no more updates will happen. In summer I'm planning on rebooting this story. So THANK YOU SO MUCH everyone who's stuck with me! I really didn't like the way the story was going, so wait till summer for a more clear updated version. just had to let you know, I'm sorry I cant bring you epic Nazi killing action sooner :(

thank you xx