Author's Note: Just to let you guys know, I wrote this story over a year ago, and it's not the best one, but it is one of my first multi-chaptered stories (: It was also, originally a South Park fanfiction, and half-finished….so it might be terrible, but I criticism is welcome (:

Warnings: Death, Descriptions of War, Explicit Content in later chapters, and Torture.

That night, the lanky boy attempted to close his eyes and go to sleep, hoping to figure out everything, and hating that he didn't know anything about this. There was nothing but the dry ground, it looked like rain hadn't fallen for months. All he could think of do was run, and there was no specific destination, it was too dark to tell where anything was as he felt his feet hit random ground. The only indication that he was even seeing, was the faint moonlight trailing behind him, compelling him to take further steps to the side. He could feel the ache in his back, and the distance falling between him and the camp, the more distance the better. The guards were back, doing nothing but standing against the sides, watching him run, there were only two. Two main guards, planking him on both sides, he pushed faster, hoping to outrun them. But for some reason, no matter how fast he ran, or how many turns he attempted to take, they were still there, their feet not moving, but staying still. Feliciano froze, staring straight ahead; his hands were on his knees, keeping him balanced, as he caught his breath. The building that he had been trying to run from was still straight ahead of him, the placid death camp, and the guards were still by his side.

Their expressionless faces soon turned into something sinister, as they grabbed him and picked him up. "Leave me alone" He could feel the words on the tip of his tongue, but the sound was soaked up by emptiness, something that he thought couldn't really happen. With each struggle, he felt less aware of his surroundings, and more on the twisted faces of his enemies, taunting him, mocking him, laughing at him. It was as if the others didn't exist, that he was the only one they were trying to capture. He felt himself collapse on the ground, closing his eyes, not daring to do anything else but stay still. It was going to be over soon. Feliciano woke up, his head still reeled into the dream, the fact that he felt hopeless against the larger force ahead of him. He glanced back around, there was the same people as yesterday, being forced out of the room to work. He was soon stuck within the surface of many people surrounded on either side, Feliciano glanced down, not wanting to make eye contact with the German army. The humid air became less dense as he entered the outside, where they were being pulled into another building. The guard from the night before commanded everyone in the room to get up, even forcing the few closest to him in a rough manner. Feliciano rose from bed, and quickly got passed the guard and into the same yard.

The next few minutes consisted of trying to look and figure out what to do with the many pieces left and right, of him. Everyone else had been working at placing together the objects to make guns, he heard the Germans yell behind him, getting closer, and he quickly grabbed the first piece to his right before trying to attach it to the object that seemed the closest in fit. He saw the guards out of the corner of his eyes, as he frantically began to try and piece the gun together.

He wasn't working fast enough. He knew this, he had to work faster, if there was one thing he understood about Germans, it's that they wanted work done.

He heard the yell of the German soldier that spotted him, this caused his body to continue shaking, which wasn't working well for his hands. He couldn't stop the rapid movement of his hands enough to be able to attach the small pieces together.

"was machst du"

Feliciano wasn't able to respond, he didn't know what to do, his body was frozen in fear and he didn't know what the German soldier had said.

"What are you doing?" The guard demanded, his voice was deep, and just plain scary, this didn't help him stop trembling, but he managed to get two words out. "Working, sir"

Without warning, the guard grabbed the piece in his hand, and began to expertly place the objects in their necessary order, applying the glue whenever needed. Feliciano watched, fascinated by the speed, and scared by the man that was just three inches from him, and within the first few minutes, the gun was built, and he felt the solider leave.

Feliciano released a breath that he didn't know he was holding, and began to create the second gun, imitating the motions that was set, within the hour, he was able to produce 3 guns. Feliciano carefully glanced around for the German, the one with the slick blond hair and careful attitude, but the place was filled with people, and he couldn't get up.

Feliciano's thoughts raced as he casually glanced around, quickly working on the gun before him, his shaking hands attached the last piece as he saw the same German glance at him from the side before looking away.

They were soon released, the prisoners started to huddle up in groups, hoping to protect themselves from the Germans that were hasting them towards another room. He was able to easily slip past the herds of people and towards the chain linked fence on the side for the place.

The tension in his arms released a little as he was able to calm himself down,, he continued to stare in the yellows and blues of the descending sun, the sky tainted a dark purple and pink and it was honestly beautiful, like the sunsets that he had seen as a child. He felt the ache of the labor proceed to enter his hands and back, but he continued to stare at the sky, hoping that no one would catch him. With a final breath, he returned back to the camps.

The hour turned dark, as Feliciano worked as efficiently as possible, throwing occasional glances across the room, his fingers began to throb as the time seemingly passed by.

The rest of the Germans began to hustle them back towards the cabins, their expressions strict and unforgiving, fear stayed with him the rest of the night as he managed to get into the tight room and fall into a stupor.

Feliciano managed to peel his eyes open, attempting to ignore the constant ringing in his ears. He looked around, expecting to be back in his bed. He glanced back at the floor, before pulling himself up to his feet, still a bit confused as to where he was.

Feliciano aimlessly looked at the tall gates in front of him, and the long distance that he would have to cover to get away from the Germans.

Feliciano decided to go over the small gathering of plants just before the tall fence. He didn't know how long he was standing there, but he felt the strength leave his feet, occasionally glancing behind him to see if any of the German guards were behind him.

The sudden firm grasp on his shoulder startled him, as he scrambled to cover his face, to run from the guard, but the grip on his hand continued to grow tighter as he felt the light burst of pain from his left shoulder.

"What are you doing out here" The familiar voice spoke, he hesitated before glancing at the same blond German that had helped him assemble the guns. The stroke of fear only eased, but did not clear completely, he knew that he was lucky to be alive, lucky that he wasn't caught, at least till now.

"Tut mir leid" His voice trembled, as he managed to rack his brain for the small bit of German that he was able to pick up.

The German just nodded and gave him a rough push on the shoulder "Get back before somebody sees you" Feliciano watched him retreat, his hands close Toni's body and his feet digging into the ground.

He worked his way past the guards, allowing himself some time before slowly heading back up to his prison and trudged back with the rest of the captured people, his own, body filled with fear. He was tired of everything that they had to go through, although he was very curious about the German guard. He thought back to the words, and how he may have risked his life to give him the advice.

The same activity continued on for days, he was able to sneak back out after certain times to look at the beautiful sky. The sounds of the fights outside were always taking place, the gun shots. Sometimes he didn't know what was worse, the sounds of the wounded or the silence of the night.

He continued to look back at the German guard, who defied everything that was taught to him, the only one that seemed to show any emotion, he was back at the fence, his body covered by the bushes, he wondered what to do, all he wanted to do was run, to see the world. To return back to his family.

Feliciano heard the voice before he could turn to walk away, he was lucky that it was the same man patrolling the area as always. "You're constantly trying to put yourself in danger, aren't you?"

He paused before looking back up the German guard, he continued to stay silent, but the German wasn't done talking yet "Stop bending the rules like it's nothing, I don't want to be the one to kill you" He heaved a sigh as he approached Feliciano, who continued to stand around.

When the German was within 15 feet of him, Feliciano felt his body stiffen, and his postured set to run. Instead of answering his question, Feliciano asked him the one question that had been bothering him since the day he saw him. "What is your name?"

The German seemed hesitated to answer the question, he was one of the first people to stand his ground before him, but his duty had been to contain the prisoners in the camps and have enough weapons to supply the war. "Mine's Feliciano" he continued, "I thought you would've shot me by now, but you haven't, so I'm assuming that you're a nice German, I mean, it's okay if you don't want to tell me your name, or if it's a secret or som-" "Ludwig"

Feliciano stopped talking as he started back at the German, who he now had a name for. Ludwig.

The two fell silent, before Ludwig stood up straighter, seeming to remember his duty and stared at Feliciano. "Return or I will be forced to shoot you" He spoke, his voice hard.

Feliciano nodded before quietly making his way back. He didn't know what was really so wrong with wanting to stand outside, he just wanted to see the night sky. But Feliciano decided to continue going back, he didn't care what the Ludwig said, he didn't want to follow any rules that opposed his harmless exploration of the world.

Feliciano decided to go back another night, he continued to walk back to the chain-linked fence, just behind the small cluster of bushes, he sat at the usual spot, his hands were calloused, and his hunger was getting stronger, there was only the occasional potatoes that were given to the prisoners at the camp and his hunger soon became the flames of a fire, burning through his intestinal wall rapidly.

He saw the German guide stationed at the same place as usual, his gun directly in his hand and the blue military coat large and clean-cut, he spotted Feliciano and approached him, his expression was even, and the features seemed etched into him.

"I suspected you would be here again" he spoke. Feliciano nodded, he didn't know why he was so fascinated with the guard, he wanted to know more about him, what made him feel so much like he was a little bit better than the other guards, and he felt that he was him different from the other Germans.

He saw the same blond German guard walk back, the one he finally had a name for, and he decided to follow him. The fear was subsiding, he no longer felt threatened.

The guard looked back at Feliciano and then back at the sky. "You could get killed. There are soldiers out here that would want to kill you for this, I suggest that you should just produce fast and follow their rules" He spoke. Feliciano shrugged, this was always a daily occurrence in his life, and the thought of being killed was something he had to deal with sometimes, but for some reason, he was okay if Ludwig killed him.

The silence only lasted a second before Feliciano decided that it was okay to speak, he didn't know another way to convey what he thought, but he tried to answer back to the guard.

"The rules are created for you, not only for you to follow, but they use it to achieve their results. Ludwig, I don't like their results, and that's why I don't want to follow their rules"

He watched the rays of the sun continue to fade, everything was going slowly, but looking back at it, everything was going by faster, there wasn't much to do in the camps, besides starving to death, or being beat to death.

From all that he could see, there were groups of people his age, those and adults, wandering around, trying to find work to do. The fear of death kept everyone there, and Feliciano had thought of nothing but how to change that.

"I see, but sometimes, there are just things that you have to do, no matter how much you don't want to do them, some things are necessary to survive, and to fight and follow are two of those things.

He remembered the moments of the bunks, and collapsing from exhaustion, and the constant throbbing of his head, it was getting to be too much.

"I understand that Ludwig, but if I had to die, I would die doing something that I want to do instead of what other people want me to do"

Feliciano then remembered the leader and the two men that dragged him to his destination and everything else before that, but he continued to face Ludwig, the sky dark, and the stars slowly appearing.

"Feliciano, this is war, there are no alternatives, you either fight or you die, you can't just leave that to the authorities" He explained.

Feliciano smiled, and looked back at the German. "It's not like that Ludwig, you've been in a war, haven't you? From what my grandfather tells me, it's always a mess, and they always have one goal, to take out the enemy" This is one rule, this is one thing to follow Ludwig. But what if you don't want death? What if you just want to survive, or get out of the war? Killing them isn't going to help you, it's only going to give you a bigger war, but I don't want to talk about this war anymore Ludwig"

Ludwig stood, his posture straight and his expression softening slightly, he gave a silent nod and scanned the horizon before him. The little breeze behind him allowed a little exhalation of pain, like it was slowly taking out everything inside of him.

Feliciano took this as an invitation to keep speaking, as he picked out a white flower, a simple Daisy, and hesitantly handed it to Ludwig.

He took the flower from Feliciano's hands, confused. "What is this for?"

The latter stared at the flower before responding, "Innocence"

Ludwig was even more confused at the one word answer, so Feliciano continued "My friend taught me that, he used to sell flowers before the war, and he once told me a pure white daisy meant 'innocence', I think you are innocent Ludwig, even though you have to kill, you're innocent because you don't seem to have the state of mind to kill for your own good"

Ludwig chuckled, his laugh deep and quiet "There's nothing innocent about me Feliciano" he replied, but kept the flower to himself, placing it in the pocket of his military pants.

"I don't believe that" Feliciano smiled back, any trace of fear was gone, he made Ludwig laugh, and it seemed to calm him down a lot more.

"And why not, Feliciano, I have killed my share of men, I have been in this war for as long as I've known, I was trained to fight, to guard and to follow orders." Ludwig stated, he wasn't sure where he was going with this anymore, but he felt at ease. Feliciano wasn't like anyone he'd ever met, he was kinder, and he was different.

He blinked and stared right back at his eyes. Blue.

His pent up courage began to seep out as he said words that were easily given "You have beautiful eyes". The words seemed to shock the German as he loosened his grip on Feliciano, who gave no other word and walked away, the adrenaline in his system allowed him to move and speak, like it controlled him.

The night seemed to go faster as the two chatted about simple things, about the two dogs that Ludwig owned, about Feliciano's brother and about every single best moment that Feliciano felt in his life. Feliciano was even able to ignore the gnawing hunger and the fatigue that was beginning to take place on the inside of his mind, and soon enough, he knew he had to leave, to go back before he was killed.

The moment Ludwig stopped talking, the current situation came back in his mind and he was released from the peace that he felt, he was finally able to talk to someone after what felt like weeks of isolation.

They shouldn't know anything about me; it would just lead to destruction. That's one reason they're keeping us here, they want information and work.

He could feel the effects of hunger taking place again as he carefully made his way to the bunks, but the day continued on, with nothing new going on, everything seemed to drag on

Showing weakness was not an option, the men that couldn't work died. He knew that that would be his fate if he didn't continue to work, no matter how much it hurt him now.

Being ordered around and so close to death was even worse than death itself, but fear of the unknown kept him going, something as pushing him through, and if he didn't already complete his mission, he would probably be death right now.

It was pointless, without any strategy, or courage, there wasn't anything much that he could accomplish, he felt like he was going to be stuck making guns for the rest of his life, like he would have to be stuck at the prison till he died. But Ludwig made it somewhat bearable.

The fact that he didn't show brutality to Feliciano the first time that he interacted with him, defied all odds against what he thought. He waited to see the man again; the one that took him there, maybe that was one of the only ways to leave, from what he knew about people, others had gotten out or gotten something out of sleeping with people.

Just as the idea landed in his head, he immediately pushed it away. There was no way that could actually work with this. He already knew a little bit about Hitler's values

Feliciano thought about the German's tight-knit rules, and then he thought about Ludwig, the way that he risked the punishments in order to help some random stranger, the calmness in his voice when he was talking about war. He finally had someone he could nearly consider a friend in this camp.

He stared up at the bed on top of him, and glanced at the many people strapped together in the one room, his and everybody's faith, was decided upon the Germans outside, and the day's events turned against him, he could feel the aches of the day.

Feliciano felt the hunger, like bile up his throat, the feeling of emptiness felt like the walls of his stomach were caving in, but then he thought back to the blond haired German. The one that was kind enough to show him what to do, from what he learned about his grandfather, the Germans only knew one thing, and that was that they had to create a purely German race, but Ludwig, he might be an exception from that rule.

It's not as long as the first chapter, and the title will be explained later on, so thank you so much if you're reading this, it means a lot to me 3