Remember Auschwitz
Chapter 4 – Canada, your Safe House, Wops
Ludwig stepped out into the cold morning. After he had settled in, he fixed his uniform and walked out to meet his brother out by the barracks. He scanned the area as he walked, his blue eyes shining along with his golden hair and perfect uniform. He stood taller than most of the other members of the SS. He was more intimidating. This was one reason his brother had talked him into the position. Ludwig was like any other SS man. He believed in the Aryan race and supported the Nazi party. That's how his brother had raised him anyway.
"Beilschmidt!" Gilbert called, standing a couple yards from the other. The silvered haired man stood in front of a large group of prisoners. All with their head hung low in shame. Ludwig up to his brother. He nodded in greeting, looking from his deep red eyes to the men lined up in rows.
"Is this the mess you told me needed cleaning?" He raised a brow to his brother. Gilbert chuckled.
"Ja, we've got to figure out what ones are useless and what ones can work." Gilbert turned to face the Jews. "The small, the weak, and the ill are no good. We want healthy, hardworking Jews." He smirked at them.
"How do we do that?" Ludwig stepped next to his brother, examining the bunch of them. With their heads down the only difference between them were body types.
"Look up!" Gilbert barked at the Jews quickly, and all listened. All looking up to the two SS men. The fear was apparent in each of their eyes. All but two. In the center stood the two Italian twins. Of course, Lovino glared at the two SS. With hatred and disgust. He loathed these men. He loathed all Germans. They all stunk of rotten death. He scrunched up his nose. Wishing he couldn't smell their stench from the couple of feet he was from them. But this entire god damn place smelt of them. And Lovino hated it.
Feliciano on the other hand. When he looked up his bright amber eyes latched onto the taller SS man. The one with creamy skin and large build. This man had perfectly groomed, shiny blond hair. With crystal blue eyes that shined brilliantly in the early morning sunlight. Every time he exhaled, his breath showed as a misty fog before it disappeared into the air. Feliciano couldn't control his thoughts as he looked upon the German man. Everything about him made the small Italian's knees weak. He hadn't seen such a handsome man in the longest of time.
"We make them run." Gilbert glanced to his brother. "The ones that fall behind are shot. Simple." Ludwig nodded, examining the Jews as though they were animals. One animal though, A small Italian with large, gleaming amber eyes looked at him differently. Not in fear like the others did, more with a look of amazement and wonder.
"Ja, that is simple." Ludwig agreed. Gilbert turned to yell at the Jews to run, but he stopped short and glanced at his brother.
"You command them." He said softly, Ludwig looked at Gilbert for a moment, then nodded and straightened up taller. Looking down on all of the Jews.
"You heard him. Run! Run!" He yelled at them. His voice was low, and the noise thundered down on the men. And each took off running. Feliciano was the last to start moving. He had been caught off guard by the command, and it took Lovino to grab his arm and jerk him along.
"Veneziano what is wrong with you?!" Lovino hissed "Why are you staring at the German bastard as if he's eye candy?!" Feliciano frowned, moving his legs in a feeble run, trying to keep up with his brother.
"I'm sorry Fratello." He said softly. "B-But he is a very handsome man. I haven't seen one in-"
"Shut your face!" Lovino snapped at him. "Those bastards want to mount your head in their dining rooms!" He spat. "We are here for sleeping with men, do you think they'd encourage you to here?!"
"I'm… I'm sorry Fratello." Feli panted, and no matter how much he had tried to keep running forward, his legs betrayed him. They burned in his calves and his feet began to grow sore. Lovino tried to keep him going, but it did not work. Feliciano was starting to fall behind with other, obviously ill and dying men.
Gilbert watched like a hawk. Eyeing every one of the men. When it was clear who the weak men were. Gilbert took out his pistol and aimed for an old Jew with saggy old skin. And in one swift pull of the trigger. The man dropped dead. His blood spilling into the snow
At the sound of the shot the men yelped, and Feliciano wasn't too far from the man who now lay murdered in the snow.
"You start from the back, and move forward." Gilbert snickered to Ludwig. "So those who may have some strength take the hint."
"Smart" Was Ludwig's only comment as he watched the men run around the body. Gilbert looked to him.
"Get the next one, it can be practice." Gilbert smirked, turning and nodding to a lanky, sickly looking man. Every so often he sounded to be coughing up a lung, and even at his slow jogging pace. Ludwig nodded, pulling out his pistol from its holster and holding it up. He peered over the barrel, lining the man's head with the sight. And then he pulled the trigger.
The bullet sloppily shot through the Jew's neck, and he fell to the ground. Still alive. Feliciano was right in front of that man, and when he heard the shot fired at a man so close, and feeling the warm blood splatter on his neck and clothing he lost his footing. He fell and tumbled on the ground. He whimpered, curling up in habit. Laying in the snow.
"We need to work on your shot." Gilbert said. "Come." He walked to where the man lay bleeding out on the ground. "You want to get right through the center of the skull. That is how you kill one." Gilbert instructed, kicking the man onto his side for a clearer shot. "Now shoot." Ludwig cocked the pistol, a steaming shell hitting the snow and melting it. He held the pistol, pointing it down, aiming it carefully. He shot, the Jew's skull shattering and splattering away from the two SS.
Feliciano yelped and curled up tighter, starting to whimper feeble pleas. Parts of the man's skull had landed on Feli, and even more of his blood and covered him. Gilbert turned his attention to the wimpy Italian. He smirked and walked up to him.
"Stop!" He barked for the Jews to stop running. They all did, panting. They all looked at the two SS and the Italian that was curled up. Lovino's eyes widened when he noticed it was his little brother. He wanted to yell, tell him to get up and run away. But he bit his lip. He knew if he did that he might only make it worse. "Well Ludwig, what do you think we should do with this one?" Gilbert raised a brow, smirking evilly. He kick Feliciano. "Get up." He commanded. "Get up!" He kicked harder.
Feliciano whimpered, but slowly uncurled from his ball. Looking up to find the two towering over him. And he slowly stumbled to his feet.
"He was slow." Ludwig pointed out. "The rest ran fast enough."
"True, but do you know what's special about him?" Gilbert raised his pistol under the Italian's chin, making him look up. Feliciano locked his eyes with Ludwig's. He was shaking uncontrollably. His eyes now filled with fear, but not of the German, of the barrel pointed at his head. He knew his life was now in the palm of the red eyed SS officer.
"Nien, he's young. That's all that I can tell." Ludwig answered in a low voice.
"He's Italian. Italian's have a good eye for valuables." Gilbert snickered. "He'd be a helpful hand in sorting through luggage."
"I thought only women worked in 'Canada'." Ludwig looked to his brother, who met his gaze.
"Nien, we have some men there. Not many, men are good for hard labor. But it's these…. Womanly …. Men that we choose to work there." Gilbert lowered the barrel, walking behind Feliciano and pushing him towards the other prisoners. "Who else did you come here with, I can tell you're not alone wop." Feliciano cringed a bit and looked out into the men. He quickly saw Lovino, and his eyes lit up to see him.
"He did come with one." Ludwig said to his brother, having followed the amber eye'd man's gaze.
"He did, keseseses~" Gilbert laughed. "Well, point him out and he'll come too. You wops are valuable." Feliciano swallowed hard, lifting his arm to point at Lovino.
"Fratello!" He called out, and the Jews all parted away from him. Gilbert smirked.
"Come…" Gilbert read the number on his shirt. "993260. " Lovino eyed the Germans, but stepped forward. Carefully walking up to his brother. Gilbert lowered his gun and pushed the two towards Ludwig. Lovino growled under his breath, but didn't speak. "Take 700209 and 993260 to their station. They will enjoy their time in 'Canada' "Gilbert commanded his younger brother.
"Yes sir." He stepped behind them "Walk" He told the two in a low voice, and they began walking. Ludwig directed them to a large wooden building.
"This is where you work. Canada, your safe house, wops"
Chapter 4~~~~~~~~
This is where things get interesting.
Ok, well... I think you can count on these longer chapters. There is now more for me to write in these.
And a little information. 'Canada' is what they called the place where the stolen belongings of the Jews was called. The job there is to sort and package away the belongings to send back to Berlin. They called it Canada because at the time Canada was known as ' A place of untold riches'
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