*Hello guys, long time no update. (hides behind bushes to avoid the keyboards being thrown her way). Ok some clarification: Unless otherwise stated by me, none of my fics are abandoned.. Just on hold. The "Hunting" story I posted about Hugo meeting Landa is A) not a replacement, simply a side story that I started a few months ago and decided to post. B.) not slash as in Hugo and Landa bang ..shocking I know O.O. and C.) since it is already finished, will not hinder the updating of this particular story. What is hindering the updates to this story is school. So no need to panic or send me emails asking if I have given up on this fic. If I had, I would have let you know. Okay as far as this chapter is concerned. Short put it has a purpose for being that way. The next one will be long, and should be posted this week. Two updates in one week you ask?! O.O I know, I out did myself :P. Enough sarcastic comments and onto the story.*
The men moved in silence, clinging to the shadows. They had lost contact with the troops guarding the road a few kilometers down. Rumors were spreading that is was the basterds. Ruthless Jews hunting Nazi's for revenge. He did not know if he believed it or not. His captain had told them they were nothing more than ghost stories, something the allies had conjured up to scare the Nazi army. His captain said that it would take more then phantoms in the forest to kill a true god fearing son of the father land.
He crouched low in the underbrush, leaves surrounding him on all sides.
A soft crunch of leaves.
He held his breath. They were here. He waited for them to come into view, cold sweat seeping down his back.
The men had fallen silent. Aldo had ended all conversations a mile back, telling the men they were getting close to the next patrol. Wicki glanced through the trees as he walked, looking for any signs of soldiers. His body was tense waiting for the action that did not seem to come. Nothing so far, just undisturbed woods. Maybe the soldier they interrogated had lied. It had happened before. Still loyal even in the face of a painful death. He might have admired them if they were no Nazis.
Still the young blonde soldier had seemed honest. He was scared he had pissed himself. If you were scared enough to wet yourself in front of enemy troops, you wouldn't lie. You would tell the truth to save you ass.
Wicki shifted his shoulders, redistributing the wait of his pack. He glanced up ahead looking over the men. All of them were alert, their eyes scanning.
The bullet seemed to come out of nowhere. One moment Kagan was standing, the next he was crumpled on the forest floor.
Wicki raised his gun, eyes searching the forest for his target. He heard the men around him do the same.
The men opened fire. Shouts were heard from the trees.
Wicki opened fire. He needed to move, he needed to check on Kagan.
He felt punch, an impact, pushing his body back. He blinked.
"What." He mumbled.
The gun fell limply from his fingers as pain laced threw his body.
His legs began to give, the muscles going lax. He fell to the ground. A moment of sharp pain in his stomach changed to dull throb. The world became silent around him, just a buzz, a hum through the air. Everything seemed to slow. Wicki blinked, trying to reorient himself. He had been shot he knew that much. He looked down his body looking for the place of impact. Why couldn't he feel anything?
He patted a hand on his side. He pulled it back covered in blood. He craned his neck to look, trying to asses the damage.
Suddenly some one was at his side, pulling him up into a sitting position. There were voices, but he couldn't make them out. Voices familiar yet unintelligible.
He felt distinctly dizzy. He wanted to sleep. The voices were becoming more insistent.
The person next to him pulled him tight against his body.
Wicki took a deep breath in. Hugo, he would recognize that man's scent anywhere.
Wicki smiled. Hugo was here, he would let him sleep.
"No I will not."
Wicki frowned. He had said that out loud? How odd. Wait, why wouldn't Hugo let him sleep?
"You will stay awake, Do you understand?"
No. not really. He was tired.
"I will let you sleep later, but now you need to stay awake."
Bossy.
"You can yell at me later."
Why would he yell. He'd rather cuddle.
Suddenly Hugo was surrounding him, lifting him in the air. There was more talking, more voice, all just noise to him. And then they moving.