AN:/ I really apologize for not updating in such a great amount of time. I've been really busy with school, group, and orchestra concerts. Thank god there's only five and a half days left till summer though! I'm sad the say I'm probably going to have to end the story within the next five or so chapters, maybe less, I don't know. But I am running out of ideas so.. Well, lets not stall, enjoy!
Chapter 10
I watched his lifeless body fall limp to the floor, and suddenly, I couldn't feel my own heart beat anymore. My mind fell into a blank trans for a while. Everything I ever loved was torn away from me. The bodies swarming around me moved in slow motion. I felt claustrophobic at the point. Reality was setting in again. I felt sick to my stomach. I grew jumpy. Then, I looked over at Cartman's terrified face as his mouth begun to open to speak, but no words came out.
"Have you ever wondered when you were going to die?" I hear Kenny's faint voice echo through my ears. I stare blankly at the ceiling of the room as I lay uncomfortably on the mattress. When was I going to die? I could be any minute. It could be today. Tomorrow. Next week. Month. Year.
"Not really," my voice is rasp.
"Kyle, if I die, will you remember me?" Kenny's voice cracks.
"Kenny, I won't let you die. Even if I die, you're going to get the hell out of here," I try to toughen my voice through my sore throat. With succession, I also feel excruciating pain down my throat.
"Please Kyle, you and I both know that its uncertain what's going to happen. But please, if you do live, I at least want to be remembered. I want to make sure they know that non-Jews were sent to the camps too. I want them to know that non-Jews were dying as well. So I want them to wonder, how does that make Jews any different? Kyle, please. You, Kyle, are going to be living proof. Living proof of the horrible concentration camps. You, Kyle. You!" I can hear him lightly sobbing, yet he sound somewhat joyful.
"Okay.." I manage to choke out quietly after a few moments of silence. "And if I die, I want you to remember what a fat, bastard Eric Cartman is," we both chuckle.
"Okay!" He manages to gasp in between cackles. I giggle a little more before it falls silent again. I embrace the quiet with sleep.
Morning soon arrives. Ken and I slide off the bed. Something doesn't seem right. No one is piling out of the building. Today's going suspiciously slow. We step out and eat out bowls of shitty broth. Then everyone is forced to line up in front of a large podium with a mic in the front of the stage. Then, Commandant Albrecht takes position in front of it, tapping the mic with his index finger a few times to test it.
"Good evening, Jews! I have been informed that some of you... have been trying to escape the camp during the dark hours," a cold shiver covers my whole body, "and that one of the commandants has been helping them," I inch my eyes over at Cartman who has grown pale, "I'd just like to give you the chance to confess right now, because if you don't and we find you.." he chuckles, "You'll wish you would have," his grin is bone-chilling. No one pipes a word. Albrecht scoffs. "Alright then, with that, line up again the wall, schnell!" The officers force us in formation facing the wall.
Another choosing? Already? Its only been a few days. I scoot closer to Kenny. He's shaking violently.
"Kenny, you need to calm down," I stare at him horrified, but his eyes are fixated on the blood-stained wall in front of everyone. I feel an uneasiness. An officer emerges from the group of other Nazi officers. He's uptight looking, nose half way up where it's supposed to be. He is very violent though. His first choice is a young, sickly boy. The officer literally lifts the boy off the ground by the scruff of his shirt and throws him on the ground towards the wall. The boy scream and cries violently. It takes three guards to force him against the wall and to stay. Wow.
The next choice is a grim, pregnant woman. He forces her forward and kicks her roughly on the back, forcing her to fall to the ground.
"Please! Not my baby! He hasn't even been born yet! Please!" She sobs, but walks to the wall on her own will. I stare at her and cringe. My glance is cut off by a broad chest that has now emerged in front of me. I look up in horror. He leans down and whispers in my ear.
"I know what you've done boy," he breathes against my skin, sending shivers down my spine, "I know everything," he raises his head and smirks at me. I feel my body shaking violently. He reaches his arm out and I'm prepared for him to grab me, but he doesn't. I sigh in relief. I turn over to Kenny to whisper something to him.
Oh no.
The officers protruding arm is grasping Kenny. I feel week in the knees. Kenny turn his head and looks at me, tears pouring out of his eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Kyle," he sobs. The officer yanks him and shoves him into the wall.
Cartman rips Nats from the formation and shoves him into the wall. No. No why. No. Cartman don't do this. No! Not Nats! You weren't supposed to pick Nats, you were supposed to pick me!
"And here we have it!" Commandant Albrecht lips curl into a fucked up smile. "Ready men?" Three officers ready their rifles. No. "Aim." The officers lift the guns closer to their face." No. I look over at Nats who has tears streaming down his face, but he looks directly back at me, and for the last time, gives a reassuring smile and a wink before gunshots echo through my ears, and I watch as his eyes roll behind his head, his jaw drops open slightly. Then, his body falls limp and collapses on the floor.
I loose all of my impulses and scream. Everybody turns their heads towards me. I fall to me knees, screaming non-stop. I see Commandant Albrecht talking to Cartman and pointing at me. Cartman walks up to me and stares me down, dead in the eyes. There is a glint of sorrow in his eyes to my surprise. He grabs my arm and wraps it around his shoulder, lifting me and carrying me to our quarters. My body is too limp for me to refuse his help.
Ready.
Nats. That name bounces around the inside of my skull. I remember him. He was so delicate.
Aim.
Kenny was poor. His family didn't have much. All Kenny had was his pornography. I remember we always used to make fun of him and tease him about it.
Fire.
I fixate my eyes on Kenny who screams a word I'll never forget.
"Remember!" Is all I hear before load gunshots.
I watched his lifeless body fall limp to the floor, and suddenly, I couldn't feel my own heart beat anymore. My mind fell into a blank trans for a while. Everything I ever loved was torn away from me. The bodies swarming around me moved in slow motion. I felt claustrophobic at the point. Reality was setting in again. I felt sick to my stomach. I grew jumpy. Then, I looked over at Cartman's terrified face as his mouth begun to open to speak, but no words came out. I don't feel human anymore. This is so sick. Everything is sick.
Cartman's lips move again. This time, he doesn't speak, but he mouths the words, "Oh my god... They killed Kenny," and then I find myself again.
"YOU BASTARDS!" I fly out from the line towards the officer that shot Kenny. Once he spots me, he points his gun at my skull. SHOOT ME! DO IT! I keep darting towards him. Then, in the corner of my eye, Cartman comes flying in, knocking the man over, however he still fires a shot. I feel a sharp, painful sensation in my thigh. I look down to see blood begin to soak my pants. He shot my leg.
I feel dizzy at the loss of blood. I end up vomiting on the floor. Then, everything goes black.
The last thing I see is Cartman holding me in his arms, sobbing like a maniac.