Hidden Under Our Noses

Chapter Two: Chaos

Ludwig's Point of View

The skies had grayed since my last time I had lurked outside. My gaze strayed to the moving clouds watching them with more interest than the male in front of me. No matter what the sky never changes; from Russia to the heart of Berlin it all remains the same. Memories began to attacked my mind in such a disgusting way. All the blood, snow and screams rang in my mind.

"Hauptscharführer Beilschmidt! The Russians are coming! Awaiting commands."

Blood dyed the once pure snow. Bodies littered the ground and hung over the rubble, guns discarded, limbs sprawled amongst the barren lands.. Men ran through the lines retreating without orders only to find a bullet lodged into the back of their skulls.

"What are the orders of the superiors?"

"Nothing Hauptscharführer. We cannot find the rest of the company it is only second platoon on this side ," The voice was young and filled with fear. All the men that were left were young and yet aging with fear. Many had just watched their best friends die to the "filthy" commies and now there was only one left in command. Their leaders were amongst the corpses; leaving them confused and orderless. The men's lives were upon one pair shoulders.

"We cannot hold this position much longer. Retreat."

"Yes Hauptscharführer!" The male said distributing orders as they made their way from rubble. Only one soul remaining and only to shoot down those that attacked. Blood filling his vision as he was attack.

I was no longer moving but staring in front of me with a blank and emotionless stare.

Roderich's Point of View

The heavy steps behind me halted when we were about to come to the neighborhood I lived in. When I turned around all I saw was a man out of it, his mind drifting somewhere else, perhaps once more living a glorifying yet horrible battle. The first droplets of rain found themselves onto my glasses causing me to sigh ever so softly. "Sturmscharführer," I gently called laying a hand on his shoulder gently as I tried to shake him out of it. Like any sane man I did not enjoy the idea of being out in the rain while someone frolicked down memory lane.

I received a very...military-paranoid reply from trying to snap him out of his memories; a gun to the gut. "Sturmscharführer," I once more said.

Ludwig seemed to snap out of it and moved the weapon away from my gut and put it away. "Sorry," He muttered looking at me with a stern glaze. I nodded and moved away once more on the way to my home. The rain finding its way on my glasses again so all I could see was little water droplets. Once more the heavy boots falling against the street and the pitter-patter of the rain was all that filled my ears. .

Ludwig's Point of View

It was silent on this street too silent to my liking.. The other streets were filled with men and women crowding the streets for various reasons. Yet here there was only us on this street which was just odd. The street looked exactly like the one I grew up in, which was in the upper class district of Berlin and yet family friendly. Children should be running to and fro even if it was raining and as if Roderich was reading my mind he addressed my wonderment.

"All these houses belong to older party members who children are all working for the party," Roderich said gently as he stopped at the farthest house. Taking out his keys he began to unlock the door.

"So it would be safe to assume that you are the youngest one here?" I asked skeptical.

"Sadly," He said walking into his home.

I followed inside surprised to see my stuff at the door. I went to pick them up however Roderich got to them first and easily picked them up. Silently Roderich lead me through the hallways not seeing if I was following but I was. Finally Roderich stopped in front of a door in the middle of the hallway. Sitting one of my bags down he opened the door then walked in. This time I had grabbed the bag and was somewhat surprised. The room was oddly beautiful in its own way. It was not big nor was it small it was perfect. A soft brown and a hint of green laid on the wall in a beautiful stripe pattern. The bed sat in the middle of the room a soft green comforter with a white edelweiss in the middle was looking rather comfortable.

Roderich sat my stuff in front of a wardrobe. "The bathroom is the next door on the right and my room is the last door. Dinner will be ready in one hour." With that Roderich left me alone.

Roderich's Point of View

I gently shut the door and bit my lower lip as I pulled out my handkerchief. Whipping my glasses off I felt like crying which was odd for myself. What was I to do with this man? I was Jewish by default and this man I took in was part of the SS. I shook my head and walked to the kitchen. I could no longer thing about this or I would break down. I had four years of pent up emotions and I was not allowing them to get out now! So I was going to make my favorite...apfel strudel for desert.


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