Hello! I am Shroom and thanks for clicking on my story! This story will be Amon and Helen! I love this pair! haha Please know I don't support fascism, or anything like that, BUT this movie was freaking awesome. I know this chapter is SO SHORT! I apologize, school is kicking my butt, but I promise, if you all like it, this next chapter will be very long !

Enjoy!

Rated M: for...well,...everything lol

"That will be 14,800 marcs."

The worn wooden chair creaked loudly as Amon resituated his weight, slumping back in his chair. The man across from him sat rigidly, not saying a word. Amon offered him a cigarette, as he took one for himself.

The man did not even acknowledge the little silver box. Amon shrugged, shoving it back in his pocket.

"Surely,...you will be reasonable?...Amon?" Oscar loosened his necktie, as a few strands of his hair began to escape from the gelled style.

He couldn't bear the heat of the sweltering summer night. It was so hot for June.

Amon looked at him, a cigarette settled loosely between his long fingers, a look of vague disinterest glazing his handsome face.

He said nothing.

"Amon." Oscar's voice cracked ever so slightly, "Listen to me. I am trying to save her. You can't...you can't take her to Vienna. She will be-,"

"Your game. Your rules." The Austrian took a drag. "I won. There is nothing more to be said regarding this matter."

Amon rose from his chair, the usual attitude of imposing passiveness exuding from him, sending the message that he was done talking.

Oscar panicked.

"Amon! You have to listen to me! I am offering her a safe place to live in peace, where she won't be hunted like a wild dog. Taking her to Vienna, near Germany! She will be caught and killed before she even enters the country-!"

Amon turned sharply, sweat glistening over his exposed chest from his undone shirt.

The frigid glare of the Austrian's icy blue eyes sent a clear message.

The words failed on Oscar's lips.

There was no use trying to reason with this man.

Amon started walking to the door, dismissing Oscar.

"She will die,...and it will be your fault."

Amon paused. His posture weakened for a moment.

But only for a moment.

He straightened immediately. He ran a hand through his hair, and tightened his tie.

"Leave the money on the table.

So!? ^^ Should I continue? I know this chapter is so short, do forgive me! If you all would like me to continue this story, please R & R, and I promise the next chapter will be much, MUCH longer; I'm just testing the waters right now lol C;

~ Shrooms