Here's the official start of the story! :)

Savior

There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place
And there is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds
But seldom do these words ring true when I'm constantly failing you
Like walls that we just can't break through until we disappear

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"Okay, just breathe, Jenn," I murmured to myself, as I awaited the arrival of the vehicle. "Remember what dad taught you; solar plexus, instep, nose, and groin."

Just as I could make out the sight of an old truck rattling towards me, the wind blew fiercely, whipping my curling, dark hair in my face. I crossed my arms against my chest and waited, ignoring the fact that my body was trembling in anxiety. There was a shout and the truck stopped fifty feet away from me. A body unfolded from the truck, a man in a uniform. He walked closer to me and I sucked in air, keeping my blue eyes on the gun in his hands.

"Wer sind Sie?" The man asked, harshly. (Who are you?)

I furrowed my eyebrows at the foreign language. German, I think. "I don't understand what you just said."

"I said, who are you?" He barked his accent thick and harsh.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out when I spied the insignia on his uniform: a swastika. He glanced down to see what I was staring at and smirked evilly. He glanced behind his shoulder and called out to them in German. This can't be happening, I thought to myself, as I started to back up. Of all the places I end up, it had to be with some Nazi wannabes. When two other soldiers hopped out of the truck, I turned around and hauled ass. The one I spoke to, shouted something to the others, and began to chase after me. A squeal left my mouth when I heard the sound of his gun going off. Pop, pop, pop, pop. Just as the woods started to get thicker, I tripped over a protruding root. Crying out, I fell to the ground, taking the brunt of the fall on my knees and palms. I was about spring up and race off, but the prodding of a rifle on the small of my back had me freezing in place.

"Slowly stand up, schlampe." The German demanded, callously.

Shaking with fear, I slowly stood up and kept both of my hands in plain sight for him to see. The weight of his gun was gone, but I knew he was still there. I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my neck.

"Turn around," he hissed.

I obliged him and hesitantly raised my eyes to meet his.

He sneered at me, revealing slightly crooked, yellow teeth. I held back the urge to wince at the sight of his teeth, but he seemed to sense my disgust. He gripped my chin roughly and jerked my face close to his, I held back a whimper. It seemed like hours, as he took his time staring deep into my eyes. "Do I disgust you, schlampe?"

I shook my head gently. "No."

Pain exploded in my right cheek, I gasped. He smacked me! "Don't lie to me, you fucking Jew!"

He laughed at the enraged look on my face; I held my hand gently to my stinging cheek, as my blue eyes narrowed at him. The sound of his awful laughter drilled into my brain and I could feel my right eye twitching with each laugh, as a red haze fell over my eyes. Reacting without thinking, I hocked back a loogey and spat in his face. My blood was roaring in my ears, as the soldier slowly wiped the spit off his face. He made a violent move towards me; his face twisted into a hideous sneer. I took a quick, instinctive step back and tripped on my own pants.

The moment my butt made contact with the hard, frozen ground, a loud crack filled the air. A muffled splat had me looking up to see the soldier's reaction, when I realized the loud crack was that of an assault rifle. I gaped up at the bloody entry wound upon the middle of his forehead, his eyes wide but lifeless. He fell to the ground. Making a sound of terror, I shuffled away from his body at a crab's walk, my eyes never leaving his dead ones. Lightly, I could hear the sounds of leaves and twigs being crushed under someone's weight, multiple someone. I glanced over my shoulder to see men materialize out of the woods, guns in their hands, as they came forward. There were at least eight of them, maybe nine. Are you kidding me, I screamed mentally.

Quickly, yet clumsily, I got to my feet. If they were gonna kill me too, I was gonna at least meet them head on. The man in the middle, who I assumed was the leader, stopped fifteen feet from me, the others following in suite. He was taller than me, but shorter than some of the others with gelled brown hair, a small mustache and familiar blue eyes. There was something about the way he stood that reminded me of someone, someone close. He had his lips pursed funnily, as he stared down his nose at me, eyes critical. That's when I caught sight of the scar along his neck. My breath hitched in my throat, as I took a step back in disbelief. He must have mistaken my move, as a sign of fear.

He held out his hand, as if to calm me down. "Now, there's no need to be 'fraid, lil' lady."

My God, they even sound the same. I took a deep breath. "I'm not scared."

I could see his surprise and the others. "Yer, 'Merican?"

Nodding, I answered, "Yes."

Before he could reply, a big brute of a man with dark hair and eyes blurted out, "Then, what the hell ya doin' here?"

With wide eyes, I answered, "I'm not really sure."

"What's yer name?" The man with the scar asked.

I hesitated, which they noticed. "Jennifer Logan." Thank God for weird middle names.

"Hmm."

Nervously, I looked away from his eyes, the same ones as me, and surveyed his group. The one, who had snapped at me earlier, looked down at me with suspicion in his dark eyes. I took in his dirtied, white wife beater, suspenders and slacks to the bloodied and dented bat in his dirty hands. He saw what I was looking at and raised it to lean it against his shoulder, his arms big and powerful. Gulping, I looked at the next one. He was smaller than the others with black hair that was somewhat slicked back, a thin face and light eyes. He gave me a reassuring smile. He was cute in a awkward way. When my eyes met the next in line, I thought all the air in my body was sucked out and then shoved back into me. He was so handsome. His hair was blond and short – military style – with startling blue eyes in a tan, weathered face. There was a harsh quality in his eyes, not necessarily evil, but in a sense that he's seen and done things I couldn't even imagine. He continued to look straight into my eyes, not blinking once, as I gazed at him. I broke the staring contest, but from the corner of my eye, I saw him give me the once over.

Someone cleared their throat. "Look here, Jennay, we's were wonderin' what you were doin' with 'dem Nat-zis?"

I whipped my head to look at him. They're really Nazis? "I was taking a walk and came across a truck…What about the others? There were two more."

The bat-wielder spoke up. "They must have gone to head you off, but we got 'em."

I sighed in relief. "Good."

"You a Jew," one of them asked, I couldn't tell who. But, I knew it wasn't him.

I turned to the group. "Some. My… father's side is. Why?"

"You've never heard of us?" The bat-wielder asked.

I glanced at all of them, my eyes lingering on him. "No. Should I have?"

There was silence before one shouted, "We're the Basterds!"

I shrugged. "Sorry."

The bat-wielder looked indignant. "We go 'round killin' Nazis and then, we scalp 'em."

I made a face. "Ugh, that's disgusting."

"It's not as bad, as what the Nazis do to the Jews," he growled, and the others howled in rage.

His eyes, so cold, captivated me, as did his growling voice. Then, I noticed what he was wearing: a Nazi uniform. "But, you're wearing one of their uniforms."

"Stiglitz, here, used to be one of 'em cocksuckin' Nat-zis, but that was before he killed 13 Gestapo officers." The leader with my grandfather's voice informed, patting 'Stiglitz's shoulder.

I was taken aback at the information. "And, you lived?"

He smirked at the incredulous tone I had. "Obviously."

Okay, that's it for today, kiddies! :DDD If anyone wants to share some ideas I could do, I'm all for that. Ha. I hoped you liked it. Since, it is Stiglitz, there won't be much romance until later, but she'll be very much attracted to him. You will be able tell that he has some interest, like he'll be attracted. I mean, you can't have a romance with no attraction building up! Duh-uh!