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If you're wondering, I'm constantly updating this fic to make sure I get rid of any flaws. Please send a serious critique and let me know if anything seems off. Dont worry, I'll be getting to updating with actual chapters soon, I'm trying to find someone who will go through and point out anything that needs fixing.

A/N : Hey! So ok, Gil is a bit OC. This chapter is to sort of give you a feel of what's going on and the situation. it's a bit unclear I know, but that's my point. The story will develop later on but I dont know if I'll continue it. Just leave a reveiw of what you think and if you have any way of helping me make any part of this story better just let me know! I would certainly appreciate it! If worst comes to worst I'll re-write the whole thing, but I like the idea and the plot so I wont give up completly on it!


It was cold. It was dark. Everyone cramed together, paniced and screaming. Mothers separated from their children in the uproar of panic and fright would scream and frantically try to get back to their helpless innocent child as they were shoved into boxcars.

Was this really the promised sactuary? The Germans seemed a bit forcefull and rough. And there was the fact that you could not refuse going.

Because you're a jew. That's the only true overall explination they could give me. Because I'm a jew, I'm now crammed into a small rail freight car. My destination: Auschwitz.


Gilbert stood in a corner in the cramped boxcar, the same place he had been three days ago...or was it...weeks? He wasn't quite sure. It was hard to tell the time that had passed since he was shoved in along with others of his kind into that box. In the freezing cold of winter, Gilbert didn't have much to cover himself, so he relied on the small man next to him for warmth. It wasn't much. But it was enough to get by. The car itself smelled of dead decaying humans and a bathroom that had not been cleaned for years.

"It smells..." The small man whimpered. He looked to be about twenty, his blue eyes flickered some in the small amount of moonlight that had squeezed itself through the thin cracks and holes of the boxcar's walls.

"Not much you can do about that...how many are dead now...?" Gilbert whispered back, cuddled close to the other.

"...I dont know...From what I can see there are more than ten dead..." The small man replied after a moment of silence. "What's you're name by the way...I never asked..."

"Gilbert...Gilbert Beilschmidt..." The albino replied dryly.

"Beilschmidt...I've heard that somewhere before..." The man looked at the ground, going over his memories of when he was taken, his body tensed, his eyes squeezing shut for a few seconds as if something was paining him.

"You probably have. My brother is well known in Germany..." Gilbert replied with a soft whisper.

"Brother...? He was the spitting image of the perfect race...I saw him while I was being taken...he was the one who...s-shot...my wife... He's you're brother?" The man looked at Gilbert with curious eyes, those of which a small child might have.

"...That's him...Ludwig..." Gilbert said nothing more in return. How could he? For it was his brother who had done these things. At first it was alright. He thought his departure was nothing. That it would be better than home. Ludwig had described his destination as if it where a heaven. Now he sat here, surrounded by bodies. There was nothing he could say that would help to comfort the man. He hated his brother now. "That liar..."

"Oh..." The man whispered in response, staring at the floor with saddened eyes.

No matter how much Gilbert wanted it to be the Nazi's fault, to say that his brother really didn't want to do these things...He knew that his brother thought he was doing right. It was his brother, after all, who had gotten Gilbert into this mess in the first place. Though it was still a surprise to Gilbert, a small part of him was expecting it. The minute Ludwig came home and announced he had joined the Nazi party, Gilbert knew somehow that he was in for some trouble, having heard many stories of strange disappearances of fellow townspeople. Most being of the Jewish religion, and the suspected culprits- Nazis. Gilbert being such,and his brother a Nazi, he was rather afraid that the rumors were true. It was only a matter of time before his brother had reported him to the Gestapo, and Gilbert's nightmares becoming reality with every cry of hunger.

He could remember his brother's betrayal like it was yesterday...or maybe it was...

Closing his eyes he went back to the memories of when he and Ludwig were children.


"Gilbert! Brother! Brother wait up! I want to come with you!" Ludwig, around 5 years old, called out to his brother as he ran up next to him.

"Ludwig! You always want to come with me! Dont you have other things to do!" Gilbert turned to face his brother, Everywhere he went this little rascal had to go with him. Gilbert was starting to grow rather annoyed with his new "Big Brother" role. The boys' mother smiled warmly from the chair she sat at, hearing the brother's small spat, and walked up behind Ludwig, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Gilbert...dont be so hard on him...he loves you and wants to be just like his big brother..." She gave Gilbert that warm smile that never left his memory. It always lingered, whether it be a blessing or curse at the time. Gilbert was too young and naive to understand his mother's inevitable illness, to fully appreciate the benefits of having the privilege of a mother. Her words seem to echo in Gilbert's head for a few minutes before the small boy sighed and shrugged. "Okay fine. Ludwig you can come."

With the albino's words, Ludwig clapped happily and smiled at his brother. "Thank you brother! Thank you!"


To think that his younger brother used to depend on him so much...But Gilbert's thoughts were scattered, and eyes flew open when the boxcar rattled on the tracks. Once it steadied he sighed. He hated remembering how it was before the day he was taken. It always got him depressed, and the situation he was in didn't help at all.

"Gilbert...do you think we'll ever get out of here...? I mean...Go home...After the war. Like they promised when we were taken?" The man asked, nudging Gilbert back to reality.

"We may...They said the camp would be a sanctuary...It's a bit odd the way they transport us...but...maybe when we get there it wont be so bad..." Gilbert sighed, now not even he could believe such nonsense. "At least that's one thing to hope for..." Even once his fears of disappearing like others of his kind had been confirmed, Ludwig made it seem as if he were headed for something absolutely wonderful. Slowly that thought melted away, as each body hit the ground with a thud.

"Maybe...from the way they told us...it seems like it'll be better than home...But if it's so great then why do we have to go through this? Some are dead...that doesn't seem like something that would happen if you were on you're way to a sanctuary..."

"No...it doesn't..." Gilbert sighed.

"How were you taken?..." Gilbert cringed at the question. That wasn't a topic he really wanted to get into, but then again what else is there to talk about?

"My brother." He deadpanned, hoping that would be a satisfying answer.

But of course, it was not. "Ludwig...yeah I figured if that cold man was your brother he'd be involved somehow...but what happened?" The smaller man whispered, hoping he didn't upset Gilbert by asking.

"He showed up at the door. With two strange men standing next to him I'd never seen before. He held out his hand to me with a smile on his face and told me that I had to go. That I was going to a place where I'd no longer be in the way. At first I didn't understand...Ludwig never once complained I was in his way...And then he told me that it wasn't a bad thing...that he didn't hate me. That it was only temporary and that I'd be back. And not to worry because I was going to a wonderful place-" Gilbert was cut off, the man's head shot up and he stared at Gilbert.

"I was told it was a wonderful place too...an amazing, wonderful place...though it wasn't by you're brother. I had serious doubts though when they took my wife from me. I watched as they took her down the street and killed her...They told me that she was using me...that she was the reason Germany lost the war..." He bit his lip. "Gil do you really think we're going to such a place? A-A wonderful place...I-I mean." The man clutched Gilbert's wrist, biting his lip and staring into Gilbert's eyes, digging for an answer. Hope.

Gilbert sighed, looking through a hole in the wall of the boxcar. He stared out into the moonlit, snow covered, empty land beyond.

"...Nein..."