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Death's POV

Watching Rudy and Liesel I found both offended and delighted to hear their thoughts of me. I will say that Rudy's time will come soon enough, but seems now's the wrong time. Maybe tomorrow will do me, or I could collect Liesel first. You'll know when the time comes.

Rudy's days in his new location had been dreadful for him. It was a place with strong sense of me, a place I'm very familiar with. I've taken great care for the old men who have passed on their time to me, and now that a huge number of them have gone, I can work on the younger souls. It's not my fault they're conscripting children as young as thirteen. At least it makes me feel less guilty to take the slightly older boys of sixteen, like Rudy.

Rudy was becoming more accustomed to not having Liesel around, but that didn't mean she was forgotten. It hurt him too much to worry about her, so he learned to move his thoughts around her. He was eager to come back home with her, as the only reason he had for being away was me.

I could just give Rudy a broken leg, but it's not my job. Besides, this war just continues to get worse. There would be no way he's coming home with just a broken leg, no. Hitler needs all the men he can get.

I've caught Liesel in the market, buying what food she and Alex could manage with the money they were earning, and I would watch her catch her breath when she saw the smallest things like Black forest cake. Oh how much he would bug her for a slither of the creamy, chocolate desert.

"When you get your own job, you can get as much cake as you like you greedy schwine."

That shows when someone loves another. They continue to think about them at the small links things will have to them. Lemons for his hair, a teddy for his generosity; and a countdown for a race.

When Alex stands in his shop, he only hears the light taps of Liesel's shoes on the wood floor and nothing more than the occasional bell of a customer entering the shop front. It was when his only son was around, he would hear giggles of their teasing, and Rudy's yelp of pain when Liesel would slap him. Sometimes he hears Liesel's struggle to not cry, and so he'd hug her tight. It's the best thing a guy can do rather than risk talking.

Rudy does his time in the war each day and night, with lack of sleep. It's during this time that everyone is distant from one another. It's the symptom of separation along with pain. As for Liesel, it's day and night of worry with lack of sleep. When they both have their chances, it's interrupted by the nightmares that haunt their lives.

Rudy's chances of getting shot aren't accurate, as the allies don't always have the gut to shoot, but rather sit down and have a cigarette.

It scares Rudy to have patrol duty, guarding the streets for suspicions. The streets are demolished and painted in soot. Cement is chipped from crashing into one another and collapsing.

Watching Rudy, he was with one other man. In their truck were three crates of stolen art and books to be destroyed. Walls of buildings were covered in Hitler youth posters, which were the only things on the street with colour, other than the blood red banner of the Swastika. The rest of the street had the usual signs of post-bombings and attacks. The sky was clear, with long steamy clouds of fog. Time for me to find a soul.

Rudy's POV

I was sat on the back of a truck, with my gun slung around my shoulder and my helmet strapped tight under my chin. I was set to guard these crates, and it sounds that my life depends on it. I have no idea what's inside, but I'm not allowed to open them, or it's a visit to the Führer. Having the gun so close felt like I was holding a bomb about to go off any second, with no idea where or how to discard it as far away from me safely, without hurting anyone.

The hot breeze from the heat of summer and smoke of fire was making me sweat. I haven't felt a day like this ever. Posters hanging from tall buildings were swaying with minimal damage. I hated those posters, I hated Hitler.

Being out here in the open felt like I was walking toward my death sentence. It can't be far now. My surroundings terrified me half to death, as it wasn't safe. I could be a target of a sniper, or the street be target of a plane.

Then I heard it...

The sharp sound pierced my ear,

The sound was notoriously familiar,

It made me sick to hear it.

A gun shot.

And it made the world around me spin...

Sorry, I just thought it was time for another cliff-hanger :) I have to admit, I love the attention.

Me: "Jess, I'm not even going to tell you what's going to happen."

Jess: "But we're friends! We're in the same class together!"

Me: "Nope, not telling. Oh, and don't forget the review or I'm calling my agent."

Jess: "ahh! No, hold up the phone!"

Me: "Hehe, jokes."

*Jess is now laughing ;)*