"Armes kind…" Poor child.
It was a late afternoon in the outskirts of Germany. All is silent but the gentle droplets of rain, feeding the crops, as well as the worn dry skin of the Colonel; feeling himself be cleansed and refreshed as the young boy he looked down to only continued to have the dampened mud hide his face even more.
It seems mother nature even accentuates disgrace.
He searched into the boys eyes as he didn't look away. The colonel searched through each of his victims eyes who dared to stare back, who dared to challenge him, who believed their eyes would change how he dreams at night. But if they only knew, he dreamt of each one of them to selfishly fear for themselves, to make the pain stop, to wish they were never a Jew.
The boy stared back up at those dark grey eyes, only to see nothing.
His chapped lips cracked into a smirk, "So very surprising to see in a meager little child be as wise and solicitous of what he's encountered; more than his parents whom endeared so, so much more." His voice was turned saddened, though his coy smile stayed. "I'm sure you'd need to bear in mind of how your eltern threw you away to only save their contemptible selves to remain so grown up."
The boys blue eyes were already darkened from the reality of it all…
The Colonel knelt down to the boys level, just as a nurturing parent, he wiped away some of the mud from his cheek. The boy didn't move, only to blink back at the man, his touch felt like no other than the sharp little rocks that were embedded in the mud. "Do you see why I killed them, why their sacrifice only encouraged me?"
He slapped a hand on the boys shoulder, giggling. "Why would we want such a vile, piece of shit race to make such sacrifices of the next German generation?"
"….To see you suck our dicks."
The man tilted his head, looking down at the mud he wiped away from the boys cheek, it felt heavy. He giggled again, using that same muddy hand to pat the boys mangled hair. "Now, wouldn't your parents be proud?"
Moments later, a loud gunshot interrupted the stillness.
It began to rain harder.
Mother nature washes away the dirt-ridden fields of Germany.
