Hello everyone! :)
I watched the movie Inglorious Basterds about 3-4 month ago, and I fell in love with it! I mean, how can a movie be that coool? Don't you think? All of the cast were perfect actors and actresses and the storyline was flawless! I just added some characters, including Charlotte. and I changed some scenes because I just loved the actors and couldn't erase them of the story! I really hope you like it! I'd be flattered if you give me just a minute to leave a review. I've written a lot of stories but this is my first to be published. So I'm really nervous! Feel free to tell me what you didn't like about this chapter. I will appreciate that.
So here we go. First chapter. :)
First Chapter : Introduction
Charlotte was walking down the street with a bag of the things she had bought for the week. She didn't like showing up in public too much and actually she didn't have time to! So she always went shopping for what she might need for a week. Glancing at the German soldiers who were passing by laughing and drinking, she changed her way to an ally.
She could see the La Louisiane billboard which wasn't so far from her. La Louisiane was the small tavern that served the best drinks in the village. Its entry was via downstairs that leaded to a door, which in turn, leaded to a spiral staircase. And it consisted of a room with the bar and two tables, as well as a smaller room, with a single table and a gramophone.
The single table was usually taken by Dieter Hellstorm, a Gestapo major, who was stationed in France for now.
Charlotte knew all about him and the other Gestapo officers because she had a great way of getting information she needed and, furthermore, she was beautiful and sweet and attracted most of the Nazi officers. And after a drink or two with them, they would give away some of their informations.
Getting closer to the tavern, her heart raced fast when she noticed a familiar figure from a window of an abandoned-looking house just right in front of the tavern.
She acted like she didn't see anything, because she knew if that figure belonged to the person she thought, something important is going to happen in that tavern. She almost ran to her house once she got out of the alley.
Putting her stuff in the kitchen, she looked at her first-aid kit, considering she might be needing it, she picked it up and ran back to the tavern.
Hiding near it, she waited. Not much later, she heard the footsteps going down the stairs of the tavern. She quietly looked out of the wall she had been hiding behind and watched the men who were going down and made sure that the man she found familiar earlier was the guy she thought he was. Aldo Raine, the leader of the Basterds, a group whom popularity was because of the Nazis they have killed.
The men were wearing the Nazi suits and she recognized two of them. Hugo Stiglitz and Wilhelm Wicki, two German members of the Basterds. She didn't know the third man. But he looked German, too. She sat silently on the ground, waiting. About half an hour later, she heard gun fires. Something bad was going on down there.
She saw Aldo coming out of the house quite worried and standing above the stairs talking to- a man in the tavern, asking him if anyone of their side is still alive. When the man downstairs started to talk, she found his voice familiar. He had German accent. And she knew a lot of German people. She couldn't recognize the voice. Suddenly a female's voice joined the man. Asking Aldo if that woman is on their side, he insulted her for betraying her country. And he said her name. Bridget Von Hammersmark. Charlotte froze. Seriously? An actress? How can Aldo be that stupid to trust an actress? She heard that Aldo suggested the German soldier a deal. That He could come down and take the actress, and then the German soldier can get out alive. They agreed, so Aldo and another member of the Basterds, Donny Donowits, went down to take the girl. Suddenly she heard another gun fire.
She looked out to see what's going on, and saw the Basterds taking out the girl. She got surprised. Aldo was always a man of his deal! But apparently not this time. Von Hammersmark was shot in her leg and she was groaning. She saw some of the other members of the Basterds joining them and they all got into a car and drove away.
Charlotte got out of the hiding spot and slowly made her way down to the tavern. It seemed like a standoff. Everyone was dead. Or so it seemed.
Major Hellstorm was definitely dead. She saw a marked knife on his neck. She turned right to find Wicki on the floor being shot. She got close to him and grabbed his hand checking his pulse. He was still alive but she knew he didn't have much time.
She opened her first-aid kit which had so much more than the usual ones and put on a new pair of medical gloves. She laid Wicki on the ground and took off his coat quickly and after cleaning every bleeding spots, put the bandages on them and pushed them hard so they would stop the bleedings. They were five holes in his body. One of them was so close to his heart, two of them close to his lungs and two of them were on his stomach. As soon as she stopped the bleeding, she ran to a girl who had waitress form and turned her around, putting her finger on her pulse, she signed. The girl was dead.
Next to her was the man in the Nazi suit she didn't recognize. She turned him slowly and gasped when she saw his wounds. He was shot in the bottom of his stomach and feet. Knowing she didn't have a choice, she took off his pants and did what she did to Wicki. Not far from the unknown man, she found Stiglitz facing her. He was shot at both sides of his body. But he had a slow pulse so she tried to stop the bleeding of his wounds quickly. Glancing over every dead look person in the room, she found them all Nazi, except the waitress, and her father, Eric, the manager of the tavern. She was about to leave the tavern with the bodies of the Basterds when she found one of the dead Nazi's familiar.
She went upon him and signed. Wilhelm. He was her good friend's husband. She kneeled to check his pulse, which she couldn't feel it. So she stood up quickly and took the Basterds to her house.
She laid Wicki on her bed and hurried to bring her extra beds.
She had kept two mobile beds in her warehouse which was just next to her bedroom. She held a private hospital in her house so the warehouse was connected to her bedroom by a wooden door.
She brought the beds to her living room and laid the two other men on them. Once they were all where they had to be, she pushed their beds toward her secret surgery room and extracted the bullets of their bodies.
She had a record on doing the surgery on her house, as she experienced it more than anyone. During the war, she helped so many Jews secretly. She worked in a hospital as a doctor and kept her house doors open to Jews as the hospitals couldn't and wouldn't help them. Sometime at work she saw doctors and nurses selling out Jews to Nazis. And they would kill the Jew patient instantly. She couldn't handle this situations. So every night, she finished her shift as a doctor and would go home, only to change into a serial killer, and came back to kill the Jew's killers, who were mostly SS or Gestapo's officers.
She enjoyed that look on their face before their death. With every Nazi she killed, she felt closer to the revenge of the death of her godparents. They were Jews and were killed before Hitler demanded it, by her step-uncle.
He had lost his love by a man who accidentally was a Jew. So he hated them and killed as many Jews as he could.
She was there when he burned them alive in their house. She was hiding under her bed. He found her and put his hands around her neck. She was struggling to breathe and almost blanked out when she heard a gun fire and suddenly, her uncle was on the ground, bleeding.
Before her fall, she saw the shooter. A blonde young man with a pistol. He ran to her and that was all she remembered.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a wrecked room. She saw the man who saved her standing by the window. She groaned when she felt the pain in her throat and around her neck.
''You ok?''
The man asked as he got close to her. She looked at him confused and nodded. ''What's your name?'' He asked.
"Charlotte.''
She answered and tried to sit on the bed. The man helped her to sit. She looked at him with thankful eyes.
"How old are you, Charlotte?"
''10"
He raised his eyebrow. "10?" Charlotte nodded. "Yes." He looked at her from head to toe. "You look younger." Charlotte didn't say anything.
"Who was the man who attacked you?''
He asked. She moved a little.
''My… uncle." She answered and looking at the bottom of the bed she remembered all the things that happened back at their house.
"Your uncle? Why would he do that?"
Charlotte looked at him again. She wasn't sure if she has to say the reason or not. But the man looked kind and reliable. It wasn't a crime! Not for anyone except her uncle.
''Because my godparents were Jew."
She finally said and looked up to see his react. Suddenly his face was filled with hatred and disgust.
He looked away and walked to the window, staring at nowhere. A few moments later, he came back to her bed and took her shaking hands. "It's ok Charlotte. No one can hurt you now. Do you have any close relatives here?" She shook her head.
"My mom and dad and grandparents died in the great war. That's when my aunt and uncle, my godparents, and I moved to America. Plus my step-uncle, we were the only survivors. And I think now I'm the only survivor..."
She said doing her best not to sound weak. Her godparents always told her. ''Be strong, darling. Don't be weak. We need to make our enemies pay for what they did to us. To our homeland, to your mom and dad. To our people."
She didn't get that much of their talks but she learned how to shoot with a sniper, Snit a wound and also learned martial arts to defend herself when they taught her. "Ok Charlotte. Seems like you have nobody to take care of you. But now you have me. But coming with me ain't easy. I'll teach you how to defend yourself. But for today, we just need to rest here. Tomorrow we'll start moving, ok? '' Charlotte nodded.
"Good. By the way, my name is Aldo Raine. Just call me Aldo.'' He said reaching out his hand for her to shake, smiling. She shook his hands smiling back.
So that was the first chapter. I think it was quite boring but I assure you it's gonna get much better! Hope you liked it! Can't wait to know what you guys think of it! Bye-bye
