I've read 2 Kataang Holocaust stories both in which are very good and I've faved, but have a certain incorrect historical error, which I know the writers were aware of. So anyway, which is why I desided to create one of my own completely different from theres. I decided to change the whole consentration camp thing to another topic since them being in concentration camp wasn't the only way they could have met.
The short story you are about to read took not long to come up with since it is based off the actual story in progress that is in Katara's pov. This however is just a snippet explaining what happened while Katara was unconcious. The actual story is still in the early stages and will expected to be finished in the upcoming months or so. Rated for content it will be a rated T, a high T.
Historical Note: This story takes place in the winter of 1944 several months before the Warsaw Ghetto uprising. Disease was very common in places like this due to lack of medical and public care. Along with frost bite due to lack of proper clothing, (This story will be based around this). No one had any money since they had everything taken away from them and were placed in poorly contained Ghettos such as this one, many people shared homes with other families. In the beginning of the story Aang mentions his fear of Katara being taken away he was really referring to an:
Aktion- a German word meaning 'activity' or 'process', used in large or small raids of ghettos for Jews to have them deported to the Death Camps of other Ghetto's.
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Enjoy!
Chapter10: Life is Hard- Snippet
Aang tried to push the possibility of the S.S soldiers carrying her, kicking and screaming in fear, away but the thought never seemed to fade from his imagination.
'Calm yourself Aang'
But still . ..
Uh! The but still, still echoed clear and rang in his over and over again.
'But still, but still, but STILL!'
Panic and anxiety had set in and the boy was getting more and more frantic, 'Why do all these streets all look the same!', about to run off in some random direction, he felt a hand be placed on his shoulder and turn him around. . . It was Suki. Whom out of concern, had tagged along with the 12 year old upon hearing of Katara's sudden disappearance. He remembered Katara once telling him that the 16 year old was once her older brothers, Sokka was it's, girlfriend before her family had been forced to leave several years earlier
"Aang", her voice was soft and patient as she gazed down at the, teary -eyed and shook'in up 12 year old before her "Don't worry we'll find her".
"But what if . . .", he chocked he couldn't even get the words out of his mouth it was to painful to think about, let alone even say.
"Sh . . Don't worry we'll find her", thou she even had doubts herself, those who went missing in times like these usually stayed missing.
"But if we 't . . "
"We will", Suki ensured him "don't worry".
Aang was slightly comforted by these words but his worries he knew would not cease until she was found. But if the horrible reality of them not finding her really came true then he wouldn't know what to do with himself he'd have no one there for him, to look after him and comfort him when things got bad and he'd have nothing to watch over, to protect, to. . . to love. Dare he say it.
As the duo turned the corner and walked down Elekoralna Street calling her name, not caring who looked at there either with annoyance or pity, they only focused on one task, find Katara.
That's when looking into the mass of people walking by he noticed a body lying on the curve in the snow, arm stretched out, they looked dead. Getting a closer look the 12 year old nearly had a heart attack, it was Katara, he'd know that blue bandana any where.
"Oh no!", was to only thing he could manage to utter as he ran through the crowd, ignoring Suki cries to stay near that is until she to saw her and followed.
The first to reach her, Aang knelt by her side, placing a firm hand on her ragged coated shoulder, to discover it was quiet cold, and shook her calling out her name in desperation tears welding up in his eyes as he whispered 'No', when she didn't respond.
A few seconds later Suki was by his side and when she noticed the tear stricken boy she automatically knew something terrible had happened, though seeing the 14 year old girl lying on a curve near the south outer wall of the Warsaw Ghetto, in the middle of winter, was quite alarming.
"Aang .. . ", she whispered. He looked up at her tears sliding down his face in rivers, "I. . I think s.'s . .. ", he couldn't bring himself to say it. 'Why . . . Oh why did she have to disappear', his mind cried as he felt himself breaking down inside.
The 16 year old fell to her knees in despair, near tears when she noticed something, Katara's eyes were open! Though very slightly and were staring at her blankly.
"Aang", Suki said blankly still recovering from the shock.
"?", he looked over at her tears still falling.
"I . I don't think Katara's dead" waving her hand in front of the younger girl face and she blinked.
"O my gosh", the reality hit her really hard and quickly but carefully placed a hand on the 14 year old forehead to discover it was burning.
"She's got a high fever we've got to get her inside now!"
Aang who was so overjoyed with happiness didn't even know what do at the moment until what had said really hit him. Carefully the 12 year old placed a hand under the girls legs and behind her head and lifted her off the ground, carefully with her head firmly against him chest. He felt Katara moving in his arms as she felt heat against her body for the first time in hours of lying there in the bitter cold.
"Maybe I should hold her", Suki offered noticing the 12 years olds slightly shaking form.
"No, no I'm fine", he assured her and the three made there way back to the apartment building.
Upon arrival, Aang thanked Suki for the help as they entered the hallway outside Suki's house she lived in with her father and grandmother, and made his way to the small one room apartment in the basement, the two shared,. Suki had offered to help saying:, 'If you even need anything just call', but he just smiled and said "I will" and continued on his way.
Upon arrival he gently laid the 14 yr old girl onto the an old mattress, which was all they had. She visibly shook causing Aang to frown sadly as he looked at her. Her old ragged, brown coat that was too small for her and the ragged pants, that were to big for her, were soaking wet. Knowing he'd have to do something slowly removed the girls soaking wet exterior clothing, boots and mittens until she was only in her bare essentials. Blushing slightly as his eye wandered to her slightly rounded chest, shook his head and placed the wet clothing aside and grabbed a blanket. Turning back to Katara he noticed her blue hands and feet, his eyes grew wide in alarm but as he went to wrap her in a blanket he noticed how wet her shirt and underwear were. He had a thought to take them off then decided not to, but knew she'd freeze either way, he decided to just remove only her shirt when he noticed her underwear weren't all that wet
Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, his hands tugged at her shirt as he slowly began to removing it, off her shoulder and past he hands until it was off. Opening his eyes for a moment before quickly closed them again, his face flushed a deep red when he realized, pretty quickly, that she wore nothing, underneath, the shirt. With eyes still closed he placed the wet shirt aside and reached for a towel of some sort. Upon finding one he made his way back over to Katara and started to dry her off, starting with her front, keeping his eyes closed of course. His blush only deepened when his toweled hand ran over her bare chest but he quickly shook it off as he pulled her into a sitting positing his hand by her collar bone as support. Next, he dried off her legs and when he finished held a very damp towel that he tossed aside and reached for the blanket.
Katara coughed suddenly causing the 12 year old to jump back suddenly eyes open then shut again, the blush returning. Turning around he knew he had to do something because if she woke up discovering she wore no shirt or barely anything at all she'd kill him. Sighing while rubbing his temple he looked around there dirt covered one-room apartment. They were the richest, heck they barely had anything at all. His eyes fell to what Katara called the "clothing trunk", full of both his and Katara's clothing they had managed to snag every now and then. Walking over to it picked out what looked like Katara's nightgown. It was grey and not all that pretty but at least it would fit her and hopefully she wouldn't ask him how she got in it in the first place. Then he'd have to tell her and, yeah he didn't like to think about that.
Closing the trunk quietly Aang walked over to the mattress and began to pull the night-gowned dress over the 14 year olds head and it wasn't until he had reached her lower side that he opening his eyes. His eyes darted up words and let out a sigh of relief when he noticed it covered her top half. Placing a hand under Katara's lower back lifted her bottom up and pulled the nightgown over her legs where it rested just below her knees.
He took at step back and looked at the girl before him, she was moving slightly as if in a dream or something that's when he noticed how cold it was getting in the room and wrapped Katara in several blankets before pulling the covers over her shoulders. He watched as she smiled contently after a few seconds and shifted to her side while letting out a sigh, caused the 12 year old boy to smile to himself.
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