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And to all my readers, enjoy this chapter! I loved writing this one. And as the Rolling Stones said: You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, well you just might find, you get what you need.

Chapter Ten
You Can't Always Get What You Want

She took a long breath through her nose and was about to make a high pitched noise or moan, anything that would alarm her men. The Nazi'd felt the raise of her chest and shoulders as she breathed in and before she even had the chance to shriek through her throat, the Nazi knew her plan. His knee dug deep in her stomach quite violently, making Alice's intake of a breath come out soundlessly through her nose in a painful murmur.

It was just pain, she thought to herself. This was not the moment to give up. She was about to take a deep breath again, while ignoring the pain in her stomach, when the Nazi pinched her nose shut. She struggled for maybe three times, when the lack of breath panicked Alice. She could barely move under his dead weight, especially now that her brain and organs were deprived of oxygen.

Her eyes watered with panic and fright.

His own eyes were up, not giving Alice any attention. He didn't want to get caught. So help her God, he would not get his way with this.

Of course he didn't want to get caught. Alice knew that her men would kill him, the filthy Nazi that he was. Alice looked up sadly and found some energy when she saw her men were only a few yards away. She couldn't give up now, not when salvation was that close. She didn't want her God to be ashamed of her weakness. As long as she was still awake and not passed out due to lack of breath, she needed to fight him. She scratched his face with her nails, while he dug his knee harder in her stomach. Simultaneously his free elbow came hard in her sides. The agonizing pain was unbearable and caused teardrops to fall on her cheeks.

Slowly she was choking to death and losing all strength to fight the bear of a man. Her eyes went up to watch her men, even if they didn't see her. It was indeed the perfect hiding place.

Despite her watery gaze, she saw on each and all of those men the Swastika emblem on their chest.

A high shriek would have erupted through her mouth but of course that was impossible with his hand on her mouth and still pinching her nose shut. Nearly all air had run out.

Her enemy was within sight and would surely torture or kill her if they saw her. Quickly she shrunk away from the enemy, whom kept appearing in a straight, marching line just a yard away from her now. If only of one them looked down and looked hard enough, they would be caught.

They, as in Alice and the man above her, who was also avoiding those soldiers. The Nazi above her seemed to be avoiding his own men. He still showed terror in his eyes as they were shifting back and forth.

She came close to passing out. Not knowing how else to alarm him, she brought her weakened hand up and placed it on top of his, the one that was on her mouth. But she was too weak to keep it there and her hand slipped on the ground.

He looked down instantly when he felt her body go limp, thinking she'd passed out from lack of oxygen. He saw her tearful, petrified eyes and therefor leaned down, his hot breath on her neck. He hushed her once as he removed his fingers from her nose, but not her mouth. Instantly, Alice's chest went up and down, repeatedly, oxygen flowing in her airways painfully hard. She closed her eyes, her face turned away from the enemy.

Horrific images passed her mind in the bad case she got caught. Therefor, she did the only thing she could do. She prayed to her God, hoping he'd hear her and grant her her prayers. For the first time, she felt safe for wearing a coat with a Swastika emblem across its sleeve. If they got caught, it might save her life. However, she spoke perhaps three words German. That would blow her cover. Unless she could somehow trust the one who was not only saving himself right now.

The shaking from fright was something Alice didn't have under control. The weight of the Nazi above her did help some. She wondered if he could feel her fear through the thick coats.

The shuffling of silent walking faded into the background and when the Nazi was sure they were gone, he turned his head and looked around warily. Then he looked down. Alice couldn't open her eyes and was taking trembled breaths. She didn't know if they were gone or not.

He removed his hand from her mouth. Alice opened her eyes in a snap. She got a feeling, which she refused to believe, but it was a feeling that told her that this Nazi was more than what appeared to the eyes.

She didn't dare to move. Her eyes looked around, but there were no more soldiers in sight.

"W-Why are you r-running from them?" she whispered with wide eyes, afraid they might still be near. "They're one of y-you."

The look he gave her was a mystery. His hands came on top of hers.

She scowled hard, not having noticed that during her panic and fear, she'd put a firm grip on his shoulders. She had not even realized that she'd held him once she'd realized the danger she'd almost put herself in. He pushed her hands away from himself and was about to get up, when Alice quickly took hold of his hands.

"W-Wait," she whispered in fear.

He shut his eyes for a moment as if he was frustrated, but gently opened them to look at her kindlier than he'd ever done. Yet he didn't say a word.

"Are you sure they're g-gone?"

The Nazi stood on his feet and pulled her up. She was still shaken, but filled with adrenaline. It made her more alert than ever. She knew the enemy was close by, despite the fact that technically, she was already caught by the enemy.

It was killing her not to be able to speak to him. They couldn't communicate and for the first time it really bothered her.

She was an American lost soul, without a telephone or weapons, but with a coat that told the outer world she was a Nazi. And that caused a sudden thought to strike her mind.

"A-Are you like m-me?"

Her voice was still not much higher than a whisper.

"Do you wear a coat and show to the outside world that you're a Nazi, when...in reality...you're not?"

The look he gave her seemed as if he was pondering, as if he was thinking about saying something. In the end, he turned his back to her and started walking quickly.