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Shining Zephyr: Don't worry Vlad won't evade justice forever. Glad you love the fic

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Chapter XI: Hope Eclipsed

Daniel

The train stopped and the guards opened the doors, "Alright everyone get out," he said as some troops entered the car and shoved us out of the car.

I looked up as they opened the iron gates above which were inscribed the words 'Work makes one free!' what a lie it should read 'Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here' because we entering the inferno itself.

The guards separated us by age as we entered the gates.

Standing in front of the camp was a tall man dressed in black with green eyes, "Alright punks, my name is Commandant Walker and here are the rules. You come forward, tell me your name, and then my assistant Colonel von Bullet will take your personal effects and take you to be tattooed, and finally escort you to your bunks until it's time to work now get moving," he said as another man with black hair and an eye patch stepped up beside him.

My heart raced as I watched those ahead of me were taken away by von Bullet after they told Walker their names (some were no more than little kids crying for their parents and instead of being comforted they felt the back of one Walker's guard's hands).

Finally after awhile it was my turn, "Name, punk," Walker said as he took out a pen and looked at me with blazing green eyes.

"Daniel Fenton," I said as he wrote down my name as a guard whispered something to him making him smile.

"Colonel," he said signaling von Bullet to join him, "We have special orders from Herr Masters. After he is processed he is to be taken to the infirmary to be examined by Dr. Mengele," he said writing something down beside my name.

"So soon, did Masters say why he wanted Mengele to see him," von Bullet asked as he read over the orders sent to Walker from Masters, trying to decipher them.

"Only that there was something special about him," Walker commented as he smiled before they took me away.

Tucker

After they tattooed us, they took us to our bunks, they weren't very nice and I think people in the Middle Ages had it better than us. The only positive I can think of is that a few of my bunkmates are nice.

One of them is a girl named Valerie, imprisoned for being an enemy of the Reich (who isn't one).

"So Tucker, what are you in for," she asked curious as to what crime landed me in here.

"My father was a scientist; he was working on a big project with Professor Einstein. He wouldn't tell me the details only that was big. A few days ago, the Nazis came to arrest us. My dad had destroyed his papers and tried to flee, but they shot him. They thought I had knowledge of the project and when I said I didn't they sent me here," I told her.

"I'm so sorry to hear that Tucker," she said as she gently placed her hand on mine and smiled, "How can one man be so evil," she asked me pleadingly.

She held my hand in hers and smiled that suddenly turned into a frown, "what's going to happen to us?" she asked with pleading eyes.

"I don't know Valerie, I don't know," I told her as I held her close to comfort her.

Daniel

Von Bullet took me to a room near the entrance of the camp where two guards were standing behind a table.

"This one is to go Dr. Mengele after he's tattooed," von Bullet said as he left me in the room and went back to help Walker with other new arrivals.

"Hold out his arm," one of the guards said as the other grabbed my arm and held out. His grip was tight and it felt like my bones were breaking.

While the other had my arm, the first one took out a needle of some type and filled it with ink, "now hold him still," he said as injected the needle into my wrist. I screamed in pain the whole time until they yanked it out.

"Take him away," the first said at his subordinate and led me down the hall.

They took me into some sort of lab, "Dr. Mengele, are you here?" the guard asked as a man with black hair and dark eyes entered the room.

"Is this one that Masters wants examined?" the man (whom I assume is Mengele) asked as he looked me over, "I see nothing special about him," he said in disdain.

"Never the less, Masters wants him examined and the results sent to him," the guard said to him.

"Help me place him on the bench," Mengele said as the guard picked me up and laid me on a slab while Mengele tied straps to my hand and feet, "You may go, lieutenant," he said as the guard left.

"Now let's see who we have here," he said looking at my tattoo on my wrist and recording it down, "I'm curious as to what Masters sees in you, but there is only one way to find out," he said as he took out a needle. I wanted to close my eyes but the second I did he propped them open with some sort of device, so I looked away as best I could, hoping it would be over soon.

Sam

I could hear Daniel's screams from the bunks; it was heart wrenching hearing the poor scream as they tortured him.

I slouched against the wall and closed my eyes as tears race down my face listening to Daniel cry out in pain.

I don't know how long I sat there until Walker and his men entered the room, "Okay punks, listen up, It's time for work. Get up," he growled as his men began ushering us out of the bunks and into the work area.

While we walked through the camp, we passed the infirmary. I looked and tried to see if I could see Daniel. I thought I glimpsed him briefly but the guards pushed us on and away from the room.

We worked for hours, I was getting exhausted, "please Herr Commandant, I'm tired and thirsty, I need a break. We all do," I pleaded with Walker, hoping he would agree.

"So you're thirsty, 45636, I can fix that," he said cruelly as he snapped his fingers and his goons grabbed me, "give her a drink, men," he said with a smile.

They took me over to a tank of water and forced my head into it. I gasped as water entered my mouth filled my lungs and I started to choke. I was under for what seemed like an eternity when they pulled me up, "Quenched, 45636?" he said with a smile before he threw me to the ground, "let that be a lesson to all of you. You eat and drink when we say you can and if you say otherwise, you'll get dunked," Walker sneered as he left.

I was glad when it was time to go back to the bunks, "I never want to do that again," I said as I lay on the floor.

A few moments later, the guards threw Daniel back into bunks.

He looked terrible, shoddy stitches lined his body along with burns, his eyes were blood shot and tearing, most of his black hair was shaven off, and he was trembling like a leaf, "Daniel what did they do to you?" I asked as I crawled over to him.

"I don't want to talk about it, Sam," he told me as he turned away, whatever they did him scarred him mentally as well as physically.

"Please Daniel, I want to help you," I pleaded with him.

He looked at me for a second before he laid his head on my lap and cried tears and blood. I stroked what little hair he had left, "you poor boy," I said as I sighed, I wish there was more I could do for him but knew there wasn't.

That hopelessness soon turned to anger as I thought of the man who put us here in the first place, Vladimir Masters. He better hope that we die in here, because if we don't I will hunt him to the ends of the earth until he is brought to justice.

Vladimir

"Why thank you Mein Führer, I'm glad you liked the army I made for you," I said to a picture of Hitler hanging on my wall, practicing my speech for when I present his new army to him.

Soon, I will have the keys to creating his army and my perfect son, "Vladimir you are a genius, Hitler might make you governor of Europe for this," I said to myself smiling at the idea of the entire continent in the palm of my hand, "Soon, very soon," I told myself smiling at the power I would receive.