Jean smiled at his husband and child while they slept. Marco was so beautiful, holding their daughter Abbey. Sure, Marco was a Jew, and sure he was illegally hiding him, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't let them know where they were hiding, he wouldn't allow Marco and Abbey to die. Jean was waiting for the ships to come, that way he could try and allow them to escape. He would meet up with them after the war, then they'd be a happy family again. Their daughter, Abbey, was taken in with them after her mother was shot and killed. Jean was surprised he didn't get caught taking the suckling baby to Marco. She was born blind, so her blue eyes were a milky color, Jean was in love when he first saw her. His Fuhrer was going to have him killed if he ever found out, but he wouldn't. Jean moved closely to his husband and child, kissing Marco on the temple lightly. Marco opened his brown eyes, smiling slightly as Jean stared down at him.
"Going to work, my love?"
"Yes, I'll see you in a few hours, stay hidden." Jean kissed the top of Abbey head as she gave him a toothless grin and walked out. Jean climbed down from the barn roof, moving the ladder and hiding it behind the barns large haystack. Straightening out his staff sergeant buttons and attempting to brush down any hay, a private stared at him.
"Heil!" Said the private, bringing his right arm out. "Sir, may I ask what you were doing up in the hay?"
"Doing my rounds private, get back to work." Jean scoffed and attempted to brush past the newbie.
"The General told me to get you, these are my rounds for today, sir." The private grabbed the ladder out of the hay before Jean could stop him.
"Private, I have already checked up there." The private kept climbing and before Jean could stop him, he called out the word the Fuhrer hated, Jews. The whole militia showed up before Jean could do anything, the private throwing Marco and Abbey out of their hiding. Marco hit the ground with a loud thump, sending shivers down Jeans spine, Abbey lay on top of Marco unharmed, smiling like the happy baby she was. The general placed a 10mm pistol in Jean's right hand.
"Kill them, Kirstein." Marco looked up at him, his eyes full of fear as Jean lifted to gun. He held Abbey tightly in his arms, and that's when he heard it. Abbey mumbled out the word "Dada" and it was directed to him. Jean's hand shook as the gun was pointed at Marco's head. The private now holding Marco on his knees, by the hair, giving Jean an easier shot. Jean squeezed the trigger, the shot ringing through his ears as tears stung his eyes. The private took Abbey, crushing her head under his heavy boot, smiling like he enjoyed it. Jean dropped to his knees, holding the gun tightly. His tears created small splashes in the dirt of the barn and the general held out his hand for his gun back. He pointed the gun at the general, deciding whether he could get away with the man who killed his family.
'Go ahead, attempt to kill me.' It was Jean's mistake not pulling the trigger as soon as he could. The general kicked him down, pressing his boot against his temple. He wrestled the gun out of Jean's hand pointing it downward.
'Go ahead general. Kill me, it's not the worst you could do.' Jean glanced over at Marco's body, the blood was now in a huge pool around his head, but at least he looked peaceful. Well as peaceful as you can with a gaping hole in your head. Abbey on the other hand was a mess. Her tiny body was twisted in unholy ways, her brain matter splashed everywhere from the speed of the privates boot. Jean's face was now streaked with dirt and tears, he was glad Marco didn't have to see him like this. The general weaseled the gun into Jean's hand once again.
'I want you to kill yourself, Kirstein. This is my last order to you.' Jean pressed the barrel of his gun to his temple whispering 'I love you' to his family one last time.