"Now I think it's time Antonio and friends take their seats." Bridget urged, eyeing the three of us.
Donny, Omar and I agreed and said goodbye to Landa hesitantly, all three of us trying to control our urge to kill the Nazi.

"Exquiste accent, by the way." I teased Donny, poking his arm.
"And you could do any better?" He replied, smirking at me.
"I already have an accent." I pointed out, arching an eyebrow at him.

Omar laughed at us as we entered the Nazi-propaganda-and-swatsticka decorated theatre.
"You clean up good in a tux." I commented playfully, eyeing Donny's outfit.
He smugly smiled at me, "I like to please the ladies."

I rolled my eyes, "Olet tasaisempi minua, Donny."
Donny blinked at me, the smug smile still on his face, "Minä rakastan sinua."
Omar practically twitched his eye and snorted, "Would it kill you guys to speak English?"

I rolled my eyes at him, "Nevermind. This theatre is pissing me off."
By this time, we were seated. I sat in between the two men, Donny clutching my hand in his gloved one.
He looked so handsome.

"I could see why." Omar muttered as all three of us looked at the swastika banners that lined the walls.
"Those fuckers are going to get what they deserve." Donny muttered.
I arched my eyebrow at him, but didn't say anything.

"In around ten minutes you have to change." Donny reminded me. I groaned.
Donny, Omar and I were going undercover as waiters. and I had to dress up, too.

Omar smirked, "In that skanky waitress outfit? Oh God, Hirschberg should be here to see this!"
I shot Omar a dark glance. Donny reached across me to punch his friend in the arm, but I stopped him.
"Voi, lopeta se, te kaksi!" I snapped. "If you haven't forgotten, I'm right here."
They both rolled their eyes.
Donny more so, given the fact he could actually understand me.

"Be right back, Cinder." Donny whispered as the film began, kissing my cheek.
I arched my eyebrows, so did Omar. Where was Donny going?

Donny's POV
If I ever got to marry her...highly unlikely.
She was so beautiful. Young, yes. Strong, yes.
She wouldn't be pulled into what Omar and I were going to do.
I wouldn't let her, she shouldn't have to do that.

I don't care if she fought, she would not stay with me.
She's too young to just waste her life because of me.
She had to escape when the time came.
I would physically make her if that is what it came to.

But I couldn't help imagine it; me and her, married.
No doubt my folks would love her.
I couldn't wait to show her the city, Boston. Again, highly unlikely.

I pushed open the back doors of the theatre and up the lobby's staircase.
The hallways were long and winding, smelling of cigarettes and cheap cologne.
I arched my eyebrow and looked around the corner.
Two guards were intensely guarding a door.

A shorter, stubby man with a small mustache and slicked-back, thinning hair and a Nazi arm-band came out of the door - Hitler.
"Ja, mein Führer?" A guard asked him.
"Kaugummi?" Hitler replied quietly.
The guard nodded and handed him something.
"Danke." Hitler responded and disappeared back into the guarded room.
I smirked and went back down the hallway I came, back into the theatre.

***

"Pssst!" Donny whispered not so quietly from the end of the row.
Omar and I looked at each other quizzically. "."
"Come here!" Donny loud-whispered again urgently, beckoning with his hand for us to come.
Omar and I stood up and awkwardly walked through the crowded seats, Germans glaring at us.

"Scusami!" Omar repeated in his horrid accent, purposely sounding stereotypical. I couldn't help but laugh.
I rolled my eyes at him as he tripped and fell on some Nazi fucker's lap.
"Entschuldigen sie uns." I said to the German, who death-glared at Omar as he helped himself up.

Finally I pushed Omar forcefully out of the row, shooting him an impatient look, "Nice going, Omar."
But I couldn't help but slightly laugh at his clumsiness.
"I have a fucking teenager pushing me around." Omar muttered.
"Shut up, you two." Donny snapped, "And let's go."

The three of us scampered out of the theatre and up the lobby's staircase, straight into the men's bathroom, locking the door behind them.
"Here," Donny hastily threw to me a...homssantuu-like (Finnish word for slut) waitress outfit.
It was one of the outfits the waitresses had been wearing that was walking around the party serving drinks.

"I'm not wearing this." I said, repulsed, glancing with wide eyes at the fishnet stockings and stilettos.
Omar burst out in hysterics and teased, "Hirschberg should have definatley been here! Fuck! Ha, ha! Donny, don't get a boner now!"

Donny narrowed his eyes and mumbled, "Shut the fuck up, Omar. Get dressed, Cinder."
Donny unzipped my dress for me, his white gloves sending chills down my bare skin.
"Omar, go check and make sure those guards are there by Hitler," Donny ordered, "And don't forget the champagne and gun."

Omar nodded and left the bathroom.
Donny turned to me as I let the dress fall to my heels, stepping out of it.
He didn't say anything, but he walked over to me and took the pins out of my hair.
I didn't watch him do it, I looked off to the side to the ground.
My hair fell straight as the pins one by one left my pinned-up hair.

A few tears ran down my cheeks as he finished taking out the hair pins in silence.
I guess I wasn't as strong as I thought I was.

Donny blinked at me and comforted me, "Shh. It will be alright."
He put his gloved hands on my bare arms, pulling me close to him. My head rested on his overly-muscular chest.
I heard his heart beat rapidly in his chest, like a hammar. He breathed up and down.
I closed my eyes.
He rested his hands on my bare back.
He pressed his lips on my upper lip and I eagerly responded with kissing him back, inhaling his cologne as he hugged me to him.

"I don't want you to," I practically began to sob into his chest after we kissed,
"Se ei ole reilua! Rakastan sinua, niin vitun paljon, ja saat ottaa pois. Ei! En anna mennä."
(It's not fair! I love you so fucking much, and you get taken from me. No! I will not let go)

"Shh. C'mon, Cinder. You know everything will be fucking fine--" Donny reassured.
"Bull-shit!" I almost yelled at him, my accent increasingly heavy on my words, "The only one who can help me
when you are gone is the person who is no longer there. You."

Donny blinked at me, realizing I was right. He looked up at me, about to say something.
But Omar burst in through the door, "Ready."

Donny nodded and helped me put on the waitress outfit, afterwards pulling on his waiter outfit.
Omar was the first to exit the bathroom.
Donny, with a gun in his right hand, took his left hand and kissed me.

"Let's kill some Nazi fucks." He smirked at me.
And I smirked back.


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