Résumé : Kyle and fifty other Jews were stuck in a working camp owned by the Nazis. It was a nightmare to live there. It got worse when an anti-semic named Cartman joined them as a... prisoner.

Disclaimer -- I do not own them but it doesn't seem to stop me.

Rating -- T : Violence, blood, coarse language, and sexuality.

Pairing : Cartman/Kyle

Chapter two

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The guard strongly threw the young man on one of our table. The body slid on the plates with racket causing all Jews back away in surprise. The silence cut off the battle. Only the breathings were audible.

"I don't fucking know why they bring you in this camp instead of hanging you! But it sure will be interesting." barked angrily the muscular Nazi.

"… it's a conspiracy," whispered Eric.

No one lent him an ear.

"Everybody moves! Time to work, you fucking trash!"

I saw our guard licking his lips with a hidden smile. He said something to the three other Nazis who were waiting for an order and vanished by the main door; The door that only a dead Jew could cross. In silence, every prisoners walked toward the cloakroom. I subtly looked at the three guards and then at the injured young man. If he dared not to stand, those guys would certainly remember him by violence who he was now to them.

"Kyle?" moaned Ike. "Where are you going… No, let him there… If the guards see you helping him, they'll hit you. Come on, Kyle!"

I grabbed Eric by the shoulders, helping him to sit down. I didn't know how, but he found the force to repulse my arms like if they were simply mosquitoes. I glared at him in the eyes, silently asking what he was doing.

"Don't fucking touch me with your tainted hands, Jew."

His gaze showed pure hatred… His strong hazel gaze showed ME pure hatred… My jaw started to shiver. My breath was accelerating, making me tremble of everywhere. That hazel gaze of him!

"Kyle! Don't!" tried to restrain his brother, Ike.

"It's you! You KILLED my parents!"

Ike strongly grabbed my shirt, desperately trying to control my anger himself.

"They did nothing wrong! They were great citizens! WHY!? WHY HAVE YOU TO KILL THEM!?"

My brother cast a panicked glance to the guards and hardly swallowed. They were coming. He put his arms around my shoulders, forcing me to stick on his small chest. He opened his mouth, but the infamous killer took the speech from him.

"I am very sorry… Oh, so sorry. I killed so many parents that I don't remember which ones you are talking about."

My anger just fell out. He was… a monster. Nothing more than an empty shell. There where anything else to do with him. I let go of Ike and rapidly turned my back to the man.

"But," started Eric, with a silly smile. "I remember you... of your cries. The painful face you showed to me. The way you were imploring for pity. You were so ugly at that time and I was... so happy."

I nervously laughed. I did not intend to cry for his very own pleasure. I stared to Ike. His eyes were wide opened and some tears were falling down. Without any warning, he aggressively turned toward the fat Nazi and ran toward him. He jumped fiercely on the table, turning the killer on his back. He struck and struck… like if his life was extremely endangered. His tears mixed with the blood of his foe fell down his uptight cheeks. I was petrified. It was the first time I seen him lose its cool... that way.

"Hey you! Fucking brat!"

Snapped out to the reality, I ran to my brother. I pulled him down the table. His legs were so weak that I had to support him with my own strength. I walked the quickly I could to get away from the angered guards. They didn't run after us… I only heard some sneers and insults.

"You just got what you deserved, you traitor." sneered a guard to Cartman.

All the prisoners were working in a big opencast mine. It was cold. And the cold was the second worst enemy of a Jew like us. It took away so many people that I could not count the exact number. I would remember only of Kyle, my cousin. A shovel in his hand, my brother worked slowly. He was thinking. Probably about mother and father. There was a lot of clouds, but I perceived the sunset. The day nearly finished. I raised a brow when I recognized Clyde and Mole sneaking "subtlety" toward us. Clyde approached his mouth of my ear.

"Look! Even with all hi bruises, that fat guy... he's already able to work."

"He's very strong; being able to walk after the fight of this morning," grumbled Mole with his harassed voice.

"Tch! Strong my ass," I nastily replicated. "His fat just absorbed all the punches."

Mole tried not to laugh, in vain.

"Come on," sadly said Clyde, "there is nothing funny. That fucking guy really is gonna be a pain… Like if we had not already enough to deal with."

"I'm sure he's gonna be hanged soon, just like them." rumbled Ike, without lifting his head.

I threw a glance to the group of men who always caused trouble to the Jews. It was composed of Germans, Nazis and criminals. The name of their leader was Randy Marsh. He was not exactly the nastiest type… only big mouthed and stupid.

"That's the first time I see a Nazi traitor getting here, in this camp," snarled Mole.

"You are right," said Clyde. "Traitors like him are supposed to be hanged or shot to death. That's kind of weird. Why is he here, that Cartman?"

"Maybe… it really is a conspiracy against him," I completed.

They all looked at me with bizarre faces.

"You are not going to believe what that Nazi said," snapped Ike.

"He was locked here because he decided to help Jews instead of killing them. That IS what I can't believe."

"The way he looked at us," mentioned Mole, throwing some frozen earth above his shoulder, "I can only acquiesce with you."

"And if it's really the case... That he was shut in there for the wrong reason," I pensively said, "he really is gonna be a nightmare. No pity. No compassion. Treating us like bull shit and probably giving us some problems."

"You mean problems like… lying to the main guard in order to kill us if we don't respect his ego?" questioned ironically Clyde, breaking a stone with his hammer.

"Nobody never dared to do this... since we are all on the same boat; prisoners," I continued. "But if that man does not think of being himself a prisoner, then I'm sure it could happen."

"Mole," asked my brother, "can you inform the other Jews about this?"

"No problem. Be careful you two. You are the ones who picked a fight with that fat ass."

"Thanks, I replied with a sincere smile. We'll try not to cross his face again."

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End of second chapter