AN: Hey Readers! I hope you like the chapter. I took advice on one of the reviews and I worked on Aldo's accent a little bit. I hope it's alright. Anyways, enjoy!
"Are you doing okay, Gabrielle?"I heard a voice ask. I turned my head to the side and saw Smithson was now crouching down next to me.
I forced a smile and replied,"Yeah, I'm okay, I guess. Thanks for asking, Smithson."
"You remember my name?"he asked in disbelief.
I nodded. "Of course."
I looked across the fire at Aldo who was engaged in conversation, and I commented, "He treats me kind of funny."
"Don't mind him. He just doesn't warm up to people very easily. When you know him better, he's different...But, you probably won't get a chance to get to know him,"Smithson assured me.
I glanced at him before looking back in to the flames dancing. He was so sweet. I couldn't help but to smile a little. He had that boyish charm. "Whatever. He can be a jerk to me all he wants. I don't care,"I lied not caring if he could hear me or be honest it pissed me off that he treated me the way he did. He did not know who he was dealing with, but believe me, overtime he will.
He chuckled softly at my attitude. "By the way, are your wounds alright? I tried bandaging them up, but I guess I'm not the best at it."
I flashed him a smile trying to calm my rage. "Thanks Smithson. I think it'll be alright for now."
"Whenever we get near a town, we'll drop you off there and you could see a real doctor. I recemend you gettin' a lil' make over so that you don't get yourself back in to trouble,"Aldo spoke up, ease dropping on our conversation. I froze. I couldn't depart from them that soon.
I looked across the fire and saw most of the men arose from the ground and retreated to nearby tents. The only few remaining were Donny, Aldo, Stiglitz, and of course Smithson. I noticed Smithson let out a yawn. I didn't want him to go to bed and leave me alone with those lunatics. However, I shouldn't have been worried about being close to him. I had my sights on Aldo.
"I'm going to get some sleep. If you want, you could sleep in my tent. There's no one else in there tonight,"he offered timidly, standing up slouching. Looking down at me, he seemed to be the same height as the trees around us.
"Thanks. I'll meet you there. I want to stay by the fire a little bit longer." He nodded and I watched him enter his tent as he glanced back at me expectingly.
I put on my helmet and headed in to the battle. It was silent aside from the cackling fire. "So where are you guys headed now?"I questioned to break the silence.
Aldo shot daggers at me with just a glance which made me shudder inwardly. "Don't worry bout' it, honey." If he called me 'honey' one more time I swear I was going to get up and smack him. However, I did get up and sat closer to him since we were having a conversation, but I denied the urge to hit him.
"But I want to know where I'm going to be when you guys drop me off, love,"I countered giving him a pet name that I'd never let him forget.
"You'll see. Why do you want to know so bad, pudding?"Donny added calmly. It made my blood boil to be called by those stupid names and they definately knew it. They were trying to make me snap, but I wouldn't make it that easy for them. I could see where that was going. They were tag teaming me. How unfair...
"I like to know where I am. I don't like being lost,"I scoffed folding my arms.
"But women are always lost,"Donny mocked earning a laugh from Aldo and a smirk from Stiglitz. My jaw dropped. I caught myself by pulling my lips in a pout and my eyes glaring at him.
"Sexist joke. Haha, so funny,"I laughed sarcastically, mocking their laughs in a deeper, masculine voice.
Aldo smacked Donny's shoulder lightly with the back of his hand. "Donny, come with me,"Aldo said to him. They stood up and began walking in to the darkness of the woods.
"Where are you guys going?"
"To take a piss. Unless you want us to right here..."Aldo rose an eyebrow and gave me a challenging gaze.
"No, that's okay!"I chirped waving my hands in front of my myself. Men never go to 'relieve themselves' in pairs like how women do. No doubt that they went to talk about me. I wondered if I should have been worried. I hadn't really done anything yet that would make them suspicious of me. Or atleast I don't think I did.
The ear shattering noise of two metals slashing made my head shoot up at the creator of the noise. Hugo was sliding one blade down the other to sharpen each of the knives and making the screeching sound in the process. My eyes traveled from the knives to his face and I saw that he was staring at me intently. The look in his eyes was menacing. I began to feel distressed. Was he suspicious of me already?
I looked away from him and back at the fire. I really wished that Donny and Aldo would hurry back before that man slaughtered me.
Hugo stopped slicing the twoknives against each other. "You look familiar..."he stated. His voice was husky and cold. It was no wonder so many germans' nightmares were filled with him. To be honest, if he wasn't so frightening, I would probably think he was handsome.
"Do I? Who do I look like? Someone pretty I hope,"I humored trying to play it off so that I wouldn't seem shady. I really hoped that he wouldn't catch on until it's too late. I had a feeling that it would take him some time to peice things together, judging by the skeptical look on his face so I wasn't worried just yet, but if anyone was going to figure me out, it would be him.
He grunted in response, "No, she's not pretty at all." He cringed and looked like he wanted to vomit at the thought of her.
"Who?"
"Hans Landa's bitch. Her name is Cecile." He spoke with venom dripping from his lips. If he knew that I was really Cecile, he would have probably stabbed me to death with those knives. The thought of it made me shiver.
"I've heard some things about her. Why do you hate her?"I pestered. I was curious what the basterd thought of me.
"If it weren't for Landa, she'd be a dirty prostitude on the streets, and I would have done her already for cheap,"he replied fiery. I giggled. You would think I would be offended, but this was too entertaining. Maybe I wasn't insulted because I knew I'd get revenge on them later. It was a thought.
"Why would you do her? I thought you said she wasn't pretty,"I teased.
"She's ugly as hell, but she's got a hot body."
"Who ya'll talkin' bout'?"I turned around and saw that it Aldo who asked and him and Donny were back.
"Cecile,"Hugo answered.
The two of them broke out laughing. "That's a good one!"Aldo snickered. I laughed aloung quietly so that I wouldn't look out of place. I swear I was going to kill Aldo. He got on my last nerve.
"She looks like her, doesn't she?"Hugo pointed out looking at me and nodding.
"I don't look anything like her! I think you're just trying to call me ugly,"I whined trying to get them off of the topic.
I heard Aldo mutter under his breath. "That's side' the point..." I inhaled deeply and tried to control my wrath. He knew that I would get angry. He was testing me. Trying to make my snap. Aldo sat closer to Hugo and I felt his gaze on me, but I looked down to avoid awkwardness.
Donny sat down on the forest floor, crashing down next to me. Our shoulders as well as our legs were touching dew to how close we were. He sat with his legs like a prezel and his bat layed across his legs.
I inched away from him and snapped,"Have you never heard of personal space?"
He looked at me and smirked deviously. He gripped his bat and swung it at my face, stopping inches before it collided. He joked, "You flinched."
"No shit! That's cause you almost hit me in the face!" I leaned back and pushed it out of my face forcefully. He held his bat in front of him.
He stared at it pridefully. He seemed to cherish it. Why could it mean so much? It was onlya disgusting bat covered in blood stains as well as dirt. "Tomorrow I'm going to bash in some Nazi skulls with this baby."
"Will I get so see? Sounds entertaining,"I commented smiling at his enthusiasm.
He answered honestly as he ran a hand down the bat avoiding splinters, "Hopefully. As long as you don't get droped off before we run in to some Nazis."
"Where are we headed anyway?"I inquired.
"I think we're somewhere near Paris right now and we're heading south. I don't know." He shrugged. It was great to know how well informed he was. However, as long as I had a rough idea where they were I'd just get that message sent to Hans somehow. I just had to figure out how to do that without them knowing.
"I wouldn't mind living in Paris,"I stated to myself softly, smiling sweetly at the thought of it.
He nodded, not agreeing with me but acknowledged that he heard me and grabbed a canteen and poured some water on to the baseball bat purposely. He grabbed a worn out towel from his pocket and attempted to wash the everything off of it, but he wasn't doing such a good job. "You're not doing it right!"I intruded just to be obnoxious.
"I'm goin' to bed, keep it down, will ya'?"Aldo said before getting up. I turned and saw that Hugo was gone and it sent chills down my spine. I hadn't even known when he left. If Donny wasn't there, I'd be petrified. It gave me the feeling of the monster in a horror movie stalking behind you, breathing down your neck.
"Why don't you do it since you're so smart,"he challenged handing it to me.
"Fine."I took it from him and started cleaning it. As I whiped blood from it, I could see writing written on it. I ran my finger over the inscriptions as I stared at it with curiousity beaming from my eyes and I asked, "What's this?" I pointed to the names.
He looked down at it affectionately. He explained,"I got some people from my hometown to inscribe names of loved ones who were in the war." I looked in to his eyes and for a moment I felt sad for plotting to sabatoge them. On the other hand, I couldn't get myself lost in distractions like this. I knew what I had to do, and I was going to do it no matter how hard it was going to be.
I nodded and smiled at him. I'd feel out of place if I commented on it.
I whipped off a final smudge of blood of of the bat before handing it back to him. "Not bad,"He complimented admiring the cleansiness. "You know how to play?"
"Of course I do,"I exclaimed. "Who wouldn't?"
"Wait, so does that mean you're american?"he asked in disbelief.
"Yes. I lived in New York when I was younger,"I lied. Actually I've been living in France ever since I was born, but he didn't need to know that.
He suggested, "Maybe we should have a game one of these days." He yawned loudly.
"Someone's tired." After saying that I mimiced the action.
"Make that two,"He joked. He stood grabbing his bat and dumped the remaining water in the canteen in to the dying flames leaving us in darkness. He started walking to a tent with his bat over his shoulder. "Goodnight."
"Night,"I called. In a hurry, I walked to the tent that Smithson was in, getting frightened at the thought of Hugo learking around in the darkness ready to rip me to shreads with his bear hands.
AN: Yayz that's the end of chapter 2! I put up pictures of what Cecile/Gabrielle looks like on my profile if you were wondering what she looks like. That's it. Please review :)
