Der Kommandant
(The Commander) Elphaba
A/N: The military rankings are German (such as leutnant or kommandant)
Looking in the mirror, she tied her midnight black hair into a low ponytail instead of her usual tight bun. She pulled the suspenders up over her shoulders and opened the medicine cabinet. She pulled out a bottle labeled "valium" and took two pills out and swallowed both of them. Walking out on the balcony of her villa she looked down at the camp. Leaning on the railing she pulled cigarettes out of her pocket and lit up. A gun shot rang in her ears from the left. She looked over to where the shot came from to see the body of a man lying on the ground not twenty feet from the crematorium and a woman sobbing on top of his unmoving chest. A little to the right stood a leutnant holstering his pistol. He grabbed the woman by her hair and pulled her to her feet and then threw her into what looked like the washroom line next to a pretty little blonde. The leutnant then ordered two other inmates to throw the body into the crematorium which was almost always running even at seven in the morning.
That was the only thing that Elphaba disliked about being a kommandant, watching people grieve over one another. She knew what it was like to grieve; she knew what it was like to lose someone she loved. When she thirteen she lost her mother when her little brother was born and she was left with her Jewish step-father. He was an overly religious Rabi who decided that it was her fault her mother died. Even though he had hit her before for getting in trouble in school the beating became a lot worse when her mother wasn't there to protect her. She lost her best friend that day.
She walked back into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. A tear was falling down her face. She would not cry, crying meant weakness and weakness meant defeat. She wiped the tear away and looked back up. A face looked back at her, a face with pretty German features and bright, icy blue eyes, with tan skin and black hair as a backsplash. Most people thought she was Jewish due to her skin and hair color but she knew she was Aryan and no piece-of-shit step-father could make her believe any differently.
She pulled on her jacket and grabbed her automobile keys. Picking up her rifle from behind the front door she hoped she could catch that leutnant before he forgot why he killed that man. No one killed anyone in her camp without permission.