Thanks for reviewing everyone! I noticed that some of the reviews said that at first they skipped over the story or something when they saw the summary but were pleasantly surprised when they read it (or not). I'm not mad or anything but do you guys have a better idea for a summary because I've never really been good in that area :p

~Jade POV~

My heart goes into overdrive as the SS officer shoves a gun to me, his face a stony mask of indifference.

I flinch involuntarily at his abrupt ferocity, but somewhere in the back of my mind I let out a sigh of release knowing that it'll finally be over.

I stare him down as the trigger clicks and the crack of a gun tears through the air, although instead of the welcoming sheet of black I was hoping would encase me, an excruciating pang resonates in my shoulder, and a pained scream escapes my lips as I fall to my knees.

His eyes become a swamp of emotions as he stares at me, gun slightly lowered now.

"What the fuck." I growl through gritted teeth, blood seeping between my fingers as I clutch at my shoulder.

"Fuck you." He mutters, anger and frustration most prominent in his eyes.

"What the hell are you-"

"What the fuck is your problem!" He snaps, dropping the gun and taking a furious step towards me.

"What do you mean, I didn't do anything!" I bark back, letting my hand drop but immediately grip my shoulder again as the slight breeze bites at my wound.

"Shit I can't even fucking kill you now, a damn worthless bitch!" He turns away, and begins pacing, every so often pointing the gun at me, but with an enraged huff he looks away and continues his mock march.

My gaze becomes unsteady as I follow his movements and blood starts to flow more freely, he pauses staring at me and smirks seeing my weary state.

Walking slowly up to me he studies me and the smirk broadens until his face blurs and I finally fall in the unfathomable void.

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My eyes groggily flutter open, and I briefly play with the fact that I'm dead. But the potent odor of burning flesh hits me like a brick wall, and with a groan I curse colorfully.

A dry humorless chuckle sounds from my left, and I turn my head woodenly to the source of the noise. My body body protests with the movement but clenching my jaw I swallow down another moan.

I wince as the side profile of the fucking officer sits at a nearby chair. His hands clasped together and he stares wretchedly a them, an emotionless smirk playing at his lips, and his mane of hair cascading down the side of his head.

"How do you do it?" He mumbles out of the blue, his tone hard and guarded.

"What?" I cringe at how raspy my voice comes out.

He stays silent gazing at his fastened hands, as though he's lost in thought.

Finally he gives me a side glance that chills my blood, but I return the gaze my eyes matching his animosity.

"You're going to be one troublesome bitch." he finally stands up and leaves without another word.

I stare after him, my brow furrowed in an irritated crease until he stops at the end of the infirmary and mutters something out of my hearing range to a nearby doctor. My eyes narrow untrustingly and a growing nausea settles in my stomach as the doctor smiles heinously.

With a curt nod the SS officer walks away, and the doctor shuffles through some of his papers before walking over towards me.

He silently attaches an IV to me and I raise an eyebrow at his caution and precision.

"Since when do you guys give a shit about the care of your 'patients'" I exaggerate the last word.

He finishes filling the IV bag, before studying me; his staggering emerald eyes piercing holes into my already wounded body and smirks before turning around, "We don't."

My vision suddenly goes unsteady and with droopy eyes I let myself become enveloped by the onyx shroud of unconsciousness.

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"Get up! On your feet now!" A gruff voice booms through the near empty ward.

Drowsily I open my eyes to an agitated SS officer barking orders at me to get up.

"Why would you want an injured person to work?" I ask tiredly.

He glares at me and with a huff I decide it'd just be easier to listen to him, though to my surprise the expected wave of pain from my shoulder doesn't shoot through me. In fact the only discomfort from it is a slight dull throb.

I peer at my bandaged shoulder and I'm shocked to see that even through the gauze it looks infected. A crusty yellow had seeped through overnight, but when I tentatively prod where I was shot only a slight stinging prickles through my arm.

"What the-" but the officer cuts me off with another demand that I can barely understand him though his thick accent.

Cautiously I stand up, flexing my somewhat sore muscles before a pile of clothes are thrown at me. Looking down I realize I'm in a hospital gown, so I quickly put on the prisoner uniform and grudgingly follow the officer, still marveling the fact that my wound seemingly healed overnight, were it not for the visible trauma of it.

As we arrive near the common barracks I realize that I've come during roll call. The officer orders me to stand with the rest of the pitiful soles we call humans and the hideous demons who are supposedly the same species as us.

After hours, the kapos finally finishes counting the thousands of us who have still found the will to live, and we're sentenced to work.

Lucky for me my division is condemned to working in the stone mines... As we're assigned our places we start the beginning of what is to be 12-14 hours of nothing but extracting and carrying stones, only interrupted by the measly excuse for a meal.

Even with my partially healed shoulder I struggle not to collapse under the weight of the rocks, some don't fair as well though...

A withered man pauses as he lugs a stone before wavering and ultimately falling to his knees, trembling though utterly silent.

A team of officers rush after him bellowing for him too get up, though the man doesn't even seem to hear them. Pulling out their batons the SS men mercilessly beat him, and still the man stayed deadly quiet and blood began to pool under his head.

I flinch with each strike, though make sure to continue to keep working, and as the officers realize that they killed him I notice the now dead man's face is adorned with a tiny relieved smile.

And for a moment I imagine that I can just escape this forsaken world. Through everything, the injustices of humanity, the grisly end to another soul's life on Earth, I've never wished to join the dead, at least not anytime soon.

Though now I'm actually jealous of the man murdered callously before my eyes; envious of death.

But I know that I can't simply throw away my life, at least not just yet. Because I'm at the point where I'm not merely living for myself anymore, I also have to watch out for Cat, because if I die, then who knows what'll happen to her.

Hastily turning away from the body being dragged away I return to work, attempting to turn my body off and ignore the fatigue fighting to take over. Though about 2 hours before we're scheduled to finally finish work a tremendous pain shoots through my arm, as though suddenly set on fire.

I let out a gasp and drop the stone I was holding in the process, almost falling down.

"Hey you, no slacking get back to work!" A gun is pointed threateningly at me, and through gritted teeth I hoist the rock with trembling hands. It's as if my body suddenly remembered that I was shot just yesterday and the agony is coming back with a vengeance at being mysteriously suppressed for so long.

Every step starts to take the strength of a dozen men, and my breath comes in pants and heaves. My mind half-heartedly thinks of what the hell is happening, but primarily focuses on not collapsing.

I fail.

I stare dazedly at the twilight sky, and simply await for the second of pain before my ultimate end, but instead a team what seem to be awaiting officers put me on a gurney and begin rushing me away off the work grounds.

"Wh-what are you..." I slur, trying and failing to put the razor sharp edge that's become accustomed to my voice.

"Shut up you worthless little-" An SS officer raises his hand threateningly while running along side the stretcher, but one of the other officers rapidly converses with him in German, and instead he simply gives me a grudging glare.

As we arrive back at the main campus where I had been sent yesterday to what I thought was the infirmary until I got a good look at the sign in front of it, and my heart fell.

Treblinka Experimentation and Testing Center.

Otherwise known as Torturing Chamber.

Shit.

So I'm not sure if Treblinka actually had medical experiments done, but I know other concentration camps did, so I decided to add it in here. I did a little research for this chapter, and now I'm all depressed from reading all the stuff that happened :( we learned about it in school, but it never gets easier hearing about it...anyways hope you liked the chapter.