A/N: I DO NOT own Inglourious Basterds. One review per chapter please. Hm, even I don't quite know how I'm going to end this chapter yet. We'll see, although whether Donny survives or not, I'm warning you this story will not have a happy ending.

XUXU

I struggled not to laugh as I heard Aldo's pathetic attempt at an Italian accent. Not even an attempt.

Colonel Landa stared for a moment, and I felt my heartbeat quicken at the thought of fighting an entire room full of Nazis.

I sighed. I had spent the entire day thinking about her. How could I not? She was going to marry Aldo. Marry him.

And I had Bridget on my ass all day. Literally. The girl wouldn't stop touching me, even after I said no. I had thought about just fucking her to get it over with, but then I realized that might just make things turn out worse.

Was I really going to go through with this?

I was jerked from my thoughts when Landa stepped in front of me, and immediately I felt the dynamitre rub up against my leg.

Originally the plan was that we would die for our country, but I had something to do.

I had to get my girl back.

HBA

1 Hour Later

I pulled the hat over my head as I stepped out of the car, making my way across the street to the small grocery.

What was I here to buy?

Please don't ask, but yes it did involve the two dead Germans in the basement.

They gave barely any information, but that didn't really matter to me anymore because assuming everything went right tonight, tomorrow morning would be a new day for us all.

As I opened the door I noticed there was a small crowd, all in the corner of the shop. Hopefully I could go unnoticed.

It wasn't until I actually tried that I realized how hard it would be to not get recognized. I had a scar across my face and an eye missing. That was kind of obvious.

I had the massive hat tilted to the side, although it would only take one bump for the precariously perched garmet to fall off. I had to be careful.

Narrowing my eyes I stopped at the back of the crowd, itching under my satin gloves.

Que se passe-t-il? I asked, keeping my voice down.

(What's going on?)

Cinéma charriait jusqu'à il y a une heure de moitié. Pas de survivants.

(Cinema blew up half an hour ago. No survivors.)

My heart guys had refused to give me all the details, but I did know the target for tonight was a Parisian cinema. I also knew that Aldo had a thing for dynamite.

Just calm down. Of course they couldn't find survivors. The guys probably got out. I silently reassured myself.

But there was a knot in my stomach. My heart was pounding.

Why did I feel so wrong?

Merde! I swore agrily. Fuck the dead pigs on the floor of the basement. We had bigger problems here.

(Shit.)

I rushed out of the shop, running back to the car and ignoring the curious stares at a woman driving. I started it up, before pulling out of the spot and all but speeding down the street.

Why was I so freaked out? I didn't know. There was absolutely no way to guys could be dead.

But what if they were?

I was engaged to Aldo. There was no way my fiance could be dead. And what about Donny? We sure as hell hadn't left on good terms. I hadn't even fully decided that I was ready to marry Aldo.

Speeding back to the house I took a deep breath. Of course they weren't dead. They had gotten out of stickier spots.

Everything would be fine.

I hoped.

FA

I staggered out of the car, falling onto the gravel in the driveway and grunting as the rocks scraped the burns on my arms.

I had gotten out. The last minute decision to slip both packs of dynamite onto Omar's leg, then barrell my way out of the door.

I barely made it, although killing that bastard had been completely worth it.

Someone had bolted the doors shut. We had some help. I assumed from the girl who had come on the screen, letting everyone know it was going to be a Jew that killed them, but after several tries, throwing myself against the door I had finally gotten out.

Everyone had been so panicked about the shootings that they hadn't even noticed me get out.

I hadn't seen Aldo or Utivich in there anywhere. Either they had died in the explosion, or they had gotten out as well, although as of now all I was worried about were the third-degree burns on my arm.

I got up on shaky arms, pulling myself up off the ground. The lights were on in the house.

I ran to the door, banging on it profously.

"ANNABELLE!" I screamed, hoping I wouldn't have to break through the door again.

I was relieved when she threw open the front door, a rifle in her hands.

She looked at me, her eyes widening before dropping the gun.

"Donny!" she exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside.

"Ann." I choked, the burns more than excrutiating.

She glanced down at my raw and bloodied arms before looking behind me.

"Where are they?" she asked.

"Who?" I shook my head.

"The rest of the guys? Aldo?"

I bit the inside of my cheek. Aldohad specifically instructed that none of us tell her anything about what we were going to do, because we all knew she would try in vain to stop us, and likely get herself killed.

"Donny?" she repeated, her eyes burning holes in me.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Everyone else is dead."

HBA

I sat on the floor, my legs covered in the blood of the two dead fuckers but I didn't care.

It took the entire time of us getting down there, and me getting Donny on the table before what he said had really hit me.

"What do you mean dead?" I asked, looking up at him from the floor.

He turned his head, his facial expressions betraying his excrutiating pain but I didn't care. What the hell was he trying to say?

Donny sighed, sitting up and grunting before swinging his huge body over to face me.

"The plan...was we were going in as suicide bombers. Omar and I had dynamite strapped to our legs. We were going to blow up the place and Aldo and Utivich were taking care of some other stuff."

I shook my head, the words hitting me like an atom bomb. They were going to kill themselves? Kill themselves? What about me? Did I have absolutely no say in the matter? My opinion meant nothing?

"Then where are the other guys?" I asked, not even wanting to know the answer.

"We weren't the only ones trying to take out Hitler. Some girl and her partner were doing the same. Her partner had some sort of other explosive that they lit behind the screen."

"How did you get out?"

"I changed my mind at the last minute. I gave my dynamite to Omar and tried to get out. I got into the hall as soon as the dynamite went off and made it to the back door. I got burned on my way out."

Struggling to hold it together I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and fighting the tears with all my strength.

"Where's Aldo?" I asked.

"He and Utivitch got dragged out last I heard by Landa. Don't worry I'm sure he's fine."

I stood up, walking over to him silently before laying him down and grabbing a roll of guaze and some antibiotic. I didn't give a fuck how the mission went. I didn't care if Hitler had been killed or not. Aldo could possibly be dead. The guys I had lived with for the past few months were dead.

I began patching him up, my jaw clenched as I struggled. Struggled not to cry. Struggled not to scream. Struggled not to do anything. There were words coming out of Donny's mouth but I couldn't hear them.

Of course I was happy he had made it out. Thankful. I would have kissed him if it weren't for him telling me that they had brought this upon themselves without breathing so much as a word to me I would have.

As soon as I finished I put the stuff away before crossing my arms.

"Get your stuff. We need to get out of here." I said quietly, not looking at him.

"What? Why?"

I pointed to the two dead bodies on the ground.

"If they know where we are chances are someone else does. I'm getting changed I'll meet you up there." I said, leaving before he could reply.

HBA

It was as soon as I closed the door behind me that I lost it.

I slid onto the floor, closing my eyes before letting the the tears fall.

God. What if he was dead? Then what would I do?

I had never really thought about it. Besides marrying me, I wasn't sure what his intentions were after this night. Were we going back to America? Staying here? Setting up somewhere else? I didn't know.

"FUCK!" I screamed, pounding a the floor as the tears began to fall. Not only was there the prospect of losing him. There was everyone else who had died.

Why hadn't they told me? I had lost Hugo already. Had his death been planned too? I could have prevented this from happening. I could have found a way to gt us out. I didn't know much about Omar's home life, but did he leave a wife and kids behind? I didn't know.

I touched the trinket Aldo had left with me before looking up at the messy sheets on the bed. The thoughts of us making love. God, it couldn't end for us this way? Could it?

Archie. Wiki. Hugo. Omar. My mother. My grandparents. Countless others. It all hit me at once.

I couldn't breath. I found myself gasping on the floor, tears pouring from my eyes.

I was crying so hard I didn't even hear the door open behind me, or Donny's footsteps before he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his broad chest.

I looked up at him, before leaning over on his shoulder and closing my eyes.

At least one person I loved was still here.

HBA

I thought I had seen An cry before, but it was nothing compared to this.

I thought she was going to make herself throw up, she was crying so hard. I rubbed her back, resting my chin on her forehead as she screamed loudly.

It made me glad I had chosen to get out of there. I couldn't imagine what condition she would have been in if I hadn't.

She clasped her arms around me, and I was overwhelmed with the compulsion to kiss her, something I hadn't done in what seemed like forever.

It would seem heartless. Selfish to try and have sex with her right now, but having her body this close to mine for the first time in what seemed like ages...I wanted too. Needed to.

I leaned down, grabbing her face and bringing it up to mine. Her light brown skin was bright red, and her face was streaked with tears but she was still beautiful.

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to hers, completely surprised when she returned the kiss befor eputting her hands in her silky hair.

"Is this okay?" I asked.

She nodded solemly, looking behind me. I could tell she was looking at the engagement ring on her finger.

I kissed her again, tightening my grip around her body.

I really did love her.