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A/N: Chapters will be short. All titles are inspires by a song.

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Chapter One
How to Save a Life

It was a freezing January the first, 1945. Alice and Jacob were walking side by side, as did Edward and Bella. They were patrolling the Berlin ground for any survivors after the attacks had subsided. It was uncommon for women to walk along with the soldiers on such missions. As it happened, Alice and Bella wanted to help out in the field and save more lives, rather than to sit at the safe camp until their men returned with the wounded. By then it was often too late for any life saving work.

"It's strange, isn't it?" Jacob asked, gazing at the dark sky. "No fireworks. Except explosions."

"I don't like it," Edward said. "We've come too fare. The bombs must be near."

"Let's head back to our camp," Jacob said. "Perhaps the others have had more luck."

Bella turned her worried eyes around their surroundings.

"Hush, I heard something!" she whispered, her eyes searching in the woods.

Both men pulled out their guns. The girls gripped their backpacks tightly, which were filled with their medical supplies. Their clothes were the perfect camouflage, but they needed to stay alert, all four of them.

"Close by?" Edward asked, standing before Bella as if to protect her.

Bella tried to find the source, but thought maybe she'd mistaken what she'd heard for the bombs in the distance. Before Bella could voice her thoughts, Alice shrieked upon seeing two soldiers coming at them fast, handguns up. Those soldiers were both big, bigger than her own men and they were pointing the deadly ends of those guns at Edward and Jacob. Both her men turned to the strangers just in time. Shots filled the air.

"No!" Alice roared when Edward fell to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring ahead of him.

Bella let out a tortured scream, fell on her knees and stumbled face forward on the ground. At first, Alice thought Bella screamed like that, because her lover was now a fallen soldier. Upon looking better, Alice saw blood on Bella's neck. It was a lethal place to strike. Alice thought of helping her, but she was frozen in her spot.

Her dearest friend Bella had been right about hearing something, but unfortunately not in time. That's what Alice thought before she saw Bella's eyes go void of all life.

Time stopped when Alice saw her fiancée. Jacob was on his knees, grunting and probably in pain. He was shot. Despite that, he had his right arm uplifted with his gun pointed at one of the strangers.

The second stranger was dead on the ground. If it made Alice a bad person or not, she thanked her God for that.

Jacob was the best soldier in her entire team for his perfect aim. He'd shoot that stranger dead. Alice waited for the stranger - who seemed unharmed as he stood straight and tall, both hands holding unto his gun - to die.

Her small body jerked when one shot deafened her momentarily and her eyes remained on the stranger. He had to fall. Jacob's bullet had to pierce his chest and stop his heart or defect any other organs, so he would die. The enemy was supposed to fall.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Jacob slump down. He no longer moved.

The stranger turned his arm to Alice and she swore that a part of her soul died. She couldn't turn her head to see what was just a few feet away from her - Jacob's dead body. If she could force her eyes away, she could pretend it wasn't true. Maybe he was still alive. But she couldn't risk seeing something else entirely in Jacob's eyes.

Watching anything else was more bearable than turning her head to Jacob. Even if that meant she had her eyes on the stranger. His gun was pointed in her direction. Her eyes shifted and she stepped away in fright when she saw an emblem on his left upper arm. It was a swastika.

He was with Nazi Germany.

Her entire body froze as she thought of what she'd gotten into. With no guns, knives or the knowledge of how to use them, Alice felt hopeless. She didn't want to leave Jacob, Edward and Bella on the freezing ground, but she couldn't wait for the stranger to kill her either. Her friends wouldn't want that and neither would her God. Therefore, she ran. She was a fairly good runner, always had been, despite her short legs.

Today she was having trouble with her speed. The backpack felt twice as heavy. She thought of throwing it off her back, but she feared that would momentarily slow her sprint. Also, her feet just weren't doing what they were supposed to be doing. Her lungs refused to feel the oxygen which she was breathing in so hard, that it gave her a horrible feel of a choke in her throat. Her eyes couldn't forget what she'd seen happen. The image was freshly painted behind her eyes. First Edward, then Bella and at last Jacob had been killed by two Nazi's. Very possibly, Alice was next. It was not strange that Alice had trouble with her speed. For whatever it was worth, Edward or Jacob had killed at least one of them. That made the world a slightly better place.

As she ran, there was the unmistakable sound of someone running after her. She tried to speed, but the sound behind her kept getting louder. The Nazi was running after her. She needn't turn her head to know it was him. He had a gun. Surely he still had bullets. The best way to kill her was to shoot. The Nazi did shoot Jacob from quite the distance, so Alice knew that he had an impeccable aim.

When no shots filled the air, Alice fought hard against the burn in her lungs. He wasn't trying to kill her or he was, but his bullets ran out. She remembered the second stranger, the dead one. He was the Nazi's friend of course. She had no doubt that he was now pissed. Possibly, he was going to direct that anger to her. That's when Alice saw a disturbing image of herself, beaten, used and hurt.

Her vision was too blurry. The race wasn't a fair match up against the Nazi. She stumbled more times than she could count. His hands roughly caught her around the waist and pushed her on the ground, face first. Alice was on her hands and knees first. She felt his heavy body come on top of hers, forcing her chest unto the ground. Her knees and wrist ached from the sudden impact. All air left her body when his heavy knee or elbow or whatever it might have been pressed hard into her lower back to keep her down.

"Wer bist du?"

She shook her head, unable to know what to say. He spoke German. She couldn't speak that language, because she didn't know how. All she knew was that he sounded very angry.

"Hast du Wapens? Bist du allein?"

The angry tone continued. Alice was completely baffled, because he kept talking to her in that foreign language. Did he not see she wasn't a German soldier?

She couldn't communicate with him with her eyes, because hers were staring at the dirt on the ground. Her lower back was starting to ache badly now and she tried to shift.

"I-I'm an A-American," she breathed hurriedly, as if that could explain him something.

Her proud tone faded, making it sound like being an American was somewhat a shame.

The sharp pain in her back left and she felt him rip off her backpack. She thought he'd go rumble inside it to see what she carried. To her disappointment, he didn't. Instead he discarded the bag, twisted her around and held her tightly by the wrists, each one by the side of her head. To immobilize her even further, he sat down heavily on top of her legs. Of course, with her backpack on her back, he wouldn't have been able to pin her down like this. That explained why he'd yanked it off of her.

She wasn't strong at all, yet he still gripped her as if she possessed the strength of a two hundred pounds soldier. She watched him up and down in horror, fearing all the horrible things he could do to her. His abnormally huge frame was intimidating. If he wanted to, he could easily kill Alice with his bare hands.

The handgun was back in sight. His left hand remained on her right wrist, tightly squeezing it into the ground. He had the tip of the murder weapon pointed perfectly between Alice's eyes. He hadn't run out of bullets after all.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, assist me in my last agony."

Her voice was barely a whisper. Tears fell from her eyes, rolling past the sides of her cheeks. She shifted her eyes from the weapon to the Nazi.

Just like Jacob's, his eyes were green. She sobbed when she remembered her dead fiancée so unexpectedly.

"Wapens?"

The agonizing pain in her captured wrist subsided when he released her. Both her hands were now free. He tapped his left hand against his gun, still pointed at her.

Realizing that he was asking her something about weapons, she shook her head just the tiniest bit. She had no weapons, she couldn't shoot one and she definitely didn't think she could kill a person. She was an army nurse. All she had was her backpack with medical supplies, which was now somewhere on her left side.

He tapped her collar with the tip of the gun. Alice flinched, thinking he was going to shoot her. Her eyes were tightly shut.

"Hey."

Her eyes opened instantly when he spoke. She caught a look of surprise on his face. He tapped her collar again, only this time with his left hand. She flinched for being touched by a Nazi.

"Kannst du mir helfen?"

As he spoke much slower this time, she heard a word that sounded an awful lot like help.

Again he tapped her and only when she looked down, she noticed her pin on the collar of her coat. It was a caduceus, which said at the top United States Army and on the bottom Medical Department.

She shifted her eyes back up, uncomfortably watching the weapon of death. Surely at any moment it would blast a bullet in her skull.

"Ich brauche deine Hilfe."

Again there was that word, but Alice couldn't be sure. She thought he was saying in his language that he wanted help, as the word he kept saying in German sounded like that. Perhaps he wanted medical help, since he'd tapped her pin. The caduceus was after all a universal sign for medicine.

Her eyes were staring at the gun instead. It moved all of a sudden. He was putting his gun back in its holder by his hip. It seemed like an illusion to see that happen - a Nazi putting away his gun before the enemy was dead.

"Deine," he said, pointing at her, "hilfe. Okay?"

Her breathing halted when he started pulling off his own large backpack. He placed it next to hers. She could feel her eyes widen in surprise. He kept watching her. In his eyes was a warning for her to not move. She couldn't, even if she wanted to. His heavy body still sat on top of her. He started to unbutton his coat and Alice whimpered. He was taking off his clothes, after saying he wanted her help. She would never give him that kind of help.

"I'd rather be shot than violated, you filthy Nazi!"

His hand came on top of her lips and the gun instantly pressed into her cheek. The effect was instant. She silenced. This sight of him made her sick so she closed her eyes. More tears rolled down the sides of her cheeks.

"Halt die Klappe!" he whispered hurriedly.

She started pushing him away, but it was as if she had put her hands against a mountain. It hurt her hands more than it hurt the mountain.

"In Gottes Namen, was machst du?"

Her hands stopped pushing his rock hard chest. She gave up.

"Hey?"

It caused her wet eyes to snap open. His eyes went from hers to his stomach. Hers followed. His coat was open now, exposing a green sweater soaked in blood, especially around the lower abdomen. Her shocked eyes went up to his, only to find them already watching her carefully.

That tight press against her lips slowly disappeared as he withdrew his hand. He pushed himself away from her, so that he sat on her left, next to her bag. He waved the gun a little up, as if to motion for her to sit up. Or he might be reminding her of his power against her unarmed body.

His eyes narrowed when she didn't move. His left hand, palm up, came close to her right hand. She watched it strangely.

"Steh auf."

His hand touched hers, but she moved hers away. That hand was the cause of her friend's deaths. He retrieved his hand, but kept waiting.

Her numbed hands barely worked, but she pushed into the ground. Her aching body rose just a little, watching him in fright. At any moment, he might push her body back into the ground for doing something he didn't want her to do. He sat very still, only watching her with tight lips. When he didn't stop her, she pushed herself to rise just a little more, until she sat up. Even in seated positions, he was much bigger than her. His body was like a warning.

She looked at the blood on his clothes. He did want her medical help. He might even need it for survival.

He pulled up his sweater and a shirt he wore underneath. He winced when he made the movement, exposing the wound.

"Fick!" he hissed quietly.

She raised her eyes in shock, but only because it sounded surprisingly much like the F-word. The wound looked very painful. There was massive blood loss. Still he'd managed to run after her and catch her. He'd even stood on his legs with a gunshot wound, while it had brought Jacob down on his knees.

The sharp realization that this Nazi had been stronger and quicker than Jacob sickened her. She reminded herself that Jacob hadn't missed after all. Or maybe it'd been Edward who fired that shot. It didn't matter who shot the Nazi. She was still glad to see that torn flesh, pouring blood out of his body. She prayed to her God he would die. Soon after that, she asked for His holy forgiveness for such wicked thoughts. It was true nevertheless. She'd rather he bled to death than help him. She'd rather he died from a painful infection.

Yes, this gunshot wound could kill him easily. His breathing was already labored.

"Hilf mir, bitte."