Hey guys. Please don't be angry at me because I changed the story. I didn't like it and Stiglitz was out of character. Please understand. Foi acted like such a total- let me not say it.
Disclaimer: Inglorious Basterds doesn't belong to me. I do not own any of the characters except for Foi, although it would be FREAKING AMAZING if I owned the Bear Jew and Hugo Stiglitz and was able to keep in my bedroom. The characters portrayed by Eli Roth, Til Schweiger, Melanie Laurent, B.J. Novak, and other actors in this amazing film belong to Quentin Tarantino.

Foi waved her dagger close to the man's face. She could see his lips twitching in either pain or fear. She really did not care to whom this Nazi fucker was trying to pray to. She took her knife and admired it for a moment. She had killed many a Gestapo with the weapon and it was almost as famous as her nickname, Fantome, which in English was "Shadow". Lost in the moment, she forgot about her victim until he shifted under her. She tightened her grip on her dagger and sliced off a piece of his arm. Foi relished the muffled moan of pain that came through the man's lips that were sewn together. Pulling back the bloody flesh and throwing it behind her, Foi repeated the process again and again, observing the streams of blood that came out of his mutilated limb. She looked at him cruelly, the smile on her lips not matching her crazed eyes. The crimson liquid escaping from him stained her pants but she did not mind, instead being elated that there was about to be one less Nazi in the world.

She found him by the local tavern; the alcohol on his breath was hard not to miss. Foi had dressed up like a prostitute; she had learned that the prey came to her when she looked vulnerable and cheap. She had only seen his face. His name didn't matter, why would it when he was going to be dead soon? But he had sent thousands of Jews to concentration camps, but not before he depleted their finances. This man who cowered below her had killed countless of innocent people, and now, he was in her power. Foi had knocked him out and sewed his eyelids together. She masochistically wanted to hear his scream when he attempted to open his eyes. And she was not disappointed. He screamed loudly as she laughed like a madman. Maybe I am crazy, she thought to herself. Eventually she silenced the man by sewing his lips shut.

Foi continued to peel random parts of his torso until she reached his stomach. Wanting to torture him longer, she ripped off his pants. Taking his flaccid member, she cut off the head and peeled off a piece of his foreskin. She took delight in his attempt to scream. She looked at her victim's face, and suddenly snapped. This thing killed innocent people and took advantage of others. She moved her knife up his body and slit his throat.

Foi walked into her apartment. It wasn't luxurious, but it was cozy and the rent was cheap. Walking into her bedroom, Foi discarded the bloody garments into a garbage pail and changed into fresh clothes. Foi barely changed into nightgowns or pajamas. She preferred to dress in loose pants and a long-sleeved shirt so she was prepared for action.

She woke up when someone knocked on her door loudly. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Foi opened the door. Almost instantly, she was tackled by two burly officers. Foi looked up to see a greasy Gestapo officer sneering down at her.

"Foi Perdu?" Foi hated how this man said her name.

"Qui." Foi was not going to act stupid. She knew she had been caught. She mentally cursed herself out for being so idiotic.

"You are under arrest for the known murders of 12 Nazi officers, the suspected deaths of 15 others." He leaned in close. " I hope you suffer, bitch."

The two officers picked her up, walked her outside, and threw her into the back of the truck. Suddenly the man from earlier climbed in and closed the tarp. He pointed to the two burly men and told them to drive the truck. It was not until they were out of town that the man made his move. He leaned across the seat and grabbed her by the hair.

"You're not gonna enjoy this." He told her in German. Foi tried not to panic. They were alone in the back of the truck and she was sure that the officers in the front were listening to the radio. The Gestapo pressed his lips to hers. His spit went all around her mouth as Foi struggled not to gag. She grabbed his knife and pressed it to his stomach. With the back of her hand, she wiped his spit off of her lips.

"Of all the types of men, the one that I hate the worst is a bad kisser. And you are a bad kisser."

The man shuddered as Foi ran the knife up his torso. "Who's afraid of the big, bad knife?" she asked mockingly.

The man driving heard something in the back and stopped. The one driving nudged the one beside him.

"Go see what Tobias is doing." Grudgingly, the other man jumped out of the truck and walked towards the back. Little did he know that he was being watched by someone in the forest.

Crack. The sound of a M1 Garand cut through the air.

Within the safety of the overgrown shrubbery, a man with a scar around his neck patted a small man on the shoulder. With a Southern drawl, he said,

"Nice job, Utivitch." The man thanked him. Behind them stood a man in in a wife beater who seemed unaffected by the brisk autumn air. He knew not to question his commanding officer, but he wanted to know why they had to get this girl that these Nazis were holding. She was just a broad, wasn't she?

Guys, please don't be angry with me. To become more responsible with this story, I will update once every one or two weeks. I'm really upset because Quentin's birthday (3/27) was two days ago and I forgot. Please don't be harsh when commenting; however constructive criticism is welcome if kindly worded. Is Foi too Mary-Sue? I mean, she's all tough and all but still. I'm thinking of making a Donny fanfiction, but I need ideas for that and this story as well. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy.