Chapter 2: German Ninja
Sneaking out of the house wasn't a problem sense her father and uncle slept like the dead. The real problem was the guards at the fence surrounding the Beilschmidt family property. The fence was ridiculously tall and was barbed at the top. She didn't know why they had it though. There is nothing of value there except a ton of super old books. But then again books like that go for hundreds of dollars but it's nothing worth killing any one over. Pulling on her coat, which was like her father's only more like a trench coat, the ancient grandfather clock struck twelve and Ariya opened the window. The guards changed sifts right now so she only had about 5 minutes. She silently climbed out the window and down the thick vines to the garden below. Diving into the hedges she peaked out at the gate. 'To obvious' she thought. Moving around to the back of the house she looked out to the back fence. Lifeless. 'Perfect' taking a quick look to make sure no one would see her, she bolted out to the fence and began to climb it. Her leather gloves and pants protecting her from the barbs. Making over to the other side she looked back at the house. 'This is it' she thought 'no going back till the next shift change' the next shift change was at 5 so that gave her about five hours. The town was about 15 minutes walking distance so that took away half an hour. Hearing footsteps approach she dove in the shrubs and made her way into town.
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When she made it to town what she saw was horrible. Buildings with gaping holes in them, rubble and bricks everywhere. The town was deserted. None of the homes were livable. This isn't what she remembered at all! She remembered lively music and shops, people and bright colorful sidewalk art. All of it now lifeless. Walking through one of the holes in a nearby building she saw a figure lying on the ground. She went over to see if the person was ok but she stopped short when she saw the figures face. A young boy, no older than her human age, was shot execution style. She rolled the body over. He was still slightly warm to the touch so it couldn't have happened to long ago. She saw a yellow star on the boy's jacket. He was Jewish. Her father complained about them often. He said they were the reason for losing WW1. Her Führer said they were evil. But seeing the boy's face said he died innocent. 'How can they all be evil? His face looks so innocent.' She was interrupted from her thoughts when she heard shouting from outside. She got down and crawled to the window. Looking out she saw a couple of German soldier's drag a woman and what looked like her son out of the old clothing store. They were forced to kneel in the mud left over from last night's rain. Their jackets had the same yellow star the dead boy had, meaning they were also Jewish. The soldiers then whipped out their guns and shot the kneeling mother and son in the head execution style. Her eyes widened in horror at what she saw. The soldiers then kicked the corpses till they grew tired, they then left, laughing. When they left she got up and began running back home. She screeched to a halt at the edge of town, remembering she still had some time to kill. Deciding to do a good service to the victims, she buried the three bodies in the local grave yard using pieces of rubble she found as head stones. Not knowing their religion, she didn't know what to do. So she quietly said a few farewell words. "I'm sorry this happened to you." She let a small tire slip but quickly wiped it away. 'Germans don't cry' she thought. "I wish I knew your names so I could carve them in the stones but I don't. I promise that with all my power that I will stop this. Cross my heart and hope to be dissolved." With those final words she began walking back home. Digging the graves had taken up most of her time. She looked at her watch. '20 minutes to shift change. Better get moving' she picked up the pace but stopped after five minutes after hearing a twig snap. She took a hunting knife out of her boot. It had her great grandpa Germania's initials carved into it. It was given to her by her father. It became her good luck charm after she got caught in a rope trap. She began backing away from the sound when she bumped into some one. Before she could turn around the person hooked his arms under hers lifting her off the ground. Another person coming from the left of her quickly blind folded her. She kicked the one restraining her arms in the knee cap. He didn't even grunt in pain. 'What the Hölle! (hell) is he made of steel or something?!' her attackers slammed her face first on the ground with her hands behind her back and tied them together. She kicked back hitting the person tying her up in the chest sending them flying. Rolling onto her side she got up quickly. She stood listening. Hearing one come from the right she side stepped the persons attack and tripped them, sending them on their face. The other one tried attacking her by jumping at her. She back flipped up and came down on their back sending them into the dirt. Finally getting free of the ropes she ripped off the blindfold and sprinted for home… only to be stopped by one of them grabbing her ridiculously long pony tall and yanking her back into overly muscular arms. She felt a pain in her neck and she was out cold before she got to struggle. 'Stupid… hair…'