Memories of Darkness
Author's Note: At last, another 'Allo 'allo story is out! This story is happening AFTER WW2, about 30 years ahead (which is 1975). There are no French people or British involved (sorry Cheo) but mainly focused on what happened to the Germans. Our main character is Herr Flick (gasp!) who wakes up in a hospital with some injuries, with the last three years missing from his memory. He finds out somebody tried to kill him, but slowly, the pieces are coming back.....
The characters are belonging to the series, not me, but there may be certain ones that belong to me. This is happening in Germany.
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'Are you alright, Herr?' asked the doctor, leading Herr Flick out of the hospital.
'Yes, yes, I just need to get out of the hospital,' grumbled the old man,' thank you.'
He must get out of that hospital, it is driving him mad. There were so many mysteries that were left unsolved, he must know what is going on.....
'Good-bye.' The doctor left him.
Herr Flick gave a polite 'good-bye' back, and went away.
He looked around: Berlin wasn't that much different from what he remembered. It was maybe a bit changed because of the construction, but it wasn't bad.
Three years missing......can it be?
Herr Flick looked down at his hand, and touched the scar again. It was calming down, but once he touched it, a rush of emotions filled him- pity, pain and.....fear?
He limped over to a bench. Yes, the bad leg he had from his young days still bothered him, and he still needed a walking stick. Some strange memoir from his War days.
Otto Flick examined the scar more carefully. It wasn't caused by a knife, but then by what? He frowned and looked closer. Could it be something else? It wasn't too thin to be caused by a knife, it was leading to one thing....fingernails.
He swallowed. It was very bad. Somebody was eager to stop him from doing something.
A pain shot up through Herr Flick's skull. A memory- only a quick, small window into the memory of the past he had forgotten: he was looking at someone with dark blue eyes. So familiar dark blue eyes, he saw them somewhere before, but where?
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Somewhere in Berlin, in a richer house, there stood the owner, his wife and their driver (chauffeur). They were in the house's library, and having a discussion.
'So, he's alive?' the woman asked. She was old, like her husband, and her usual golden hair became a shade of white and gray throughout the years.
'Not for long, Helga,' her husband said,' I was thinking of a different tactic: poison?'
'Too obvious,' said Helga, her eyes frowning. Even throughout the age when she became a mother, a cold streak ran through her features, gained from the army years.
'Should we run him over again?' the driver (chauffeur) asked meekly.
'Don't be silly, Eric, it was amazing that the police didn't notice you before,' Helga snapped,' some Colonel you were in Nouvion.'
Eric Von Strohm looked insulted, but obeyed the mistress' wishes.
'Now, now Helga, no need to loose your nerve again,' her husband soothed softly.
She forced a smile,' You're right, Hubert, I have better things to do.' She shot a dirty look at the former Colonel, 'Leave us, please, Eric.'
The chauffeur gave a nod and left the couple alone in the room. Helga turned towards her lifetime partner and husband.
'I thought you were on my side, Hubert,' she said sweetly, but in strange way.
'I am,' he answered firmly,' I'm also deeply shaken by Hans' death.'
Helga snorted,' You don't sound like that.'
Hubert shot her a cold look,' I loved Hans. Who couldn't love their own son?'
Helga turned away.
'Are you trying to make me feel like one of THEM again?' Hubert asked softly, but pain crept in his voice.
'Like one of the gays? Remember, Hubert, the real reason you married me was because to hush it all up,' Helga answered back,' If you didn't, God knows what rumors would spread around you.'
Hubert looked towards the window, but seemed to be watching an empty space,' I miss Hans.' He spoke softly.
Helga lowered her eyes, but then looked up again, new energy of determination lighting the eyes,' Flick would pay, believe me. There is no such revenge done by a woman- especially by a mother.'
Author's Note: Sorry for not updating long! It was my birthday not long ago and I got sick on that day (some sweet memories, huh?). Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Full of surprises! Please review, I need o get well!
Author's Note: At last, another 'Allo 'allo story is out! This story is happening AFTER WW2, about 30 years ahead (which is 1975). There are no French people or British involved (sorry Cheo) but mainly focused on what happened to the Germans. Our main character is Herr Flick (gasp!) who wakes up in a hospital with some injuries, with the last three years missing from his memory. He finds out somebody tried to kill him, but slowly, the pieces are coming back.....
The characters are belonging to the series, not me, but there may be certain ones that belong to me. This is happening in Germany.
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'Are you alright, Herr?' asked the doctor, leading Herr Flick out of the hospital.
'Yes, yes, I just need to get out of the hospital,' grumbled the old man,' thank you.'
He must get out of that hospital, it is driving him mad. There were so many mysteries that were left unsolved, he must know what is going on.....
'Good-bye.' The doctor left him.
Herr Flick gave a polite 'good-bye' back, and went away.
He looked around: Berlin wasn't that much different from what he remembered. It was maybe a bit changed because of the construction, but it wasn't bad.
Three years missing......can it be?
Herr Flick looked down at his hand, and touched the scar again. It was calming down, but once he touched it, a rush of emotions filled him- pity, pain and.....fear?
He limped over to a bench. Yes, the bad leg he had from his young days still bothered him, and he still needed a walking stick. Some strange memoir from his War days.
Otto Flick examined the scar more carefully. It wasn't caused by a knife, but then by what? He frowned and looked closer. Could it be something else? It wasn't too thin to be caused by a knife, it was leading to one thing....fingernails.
He swallowed. It was very bad. Somebody was eager to stop him from doing something.
A pain shot up through Herr Flick's skull. A memory- only a quick, small window into the memory of the past he had forgotten: he was looking at someone with dark blue eyes. So familiar dark blue eyes, he saw them somewhere before, but where?
********
Somewhere in Berlin, in a richer house, there stood the owner, his wife and their driver (chauffeur). They were in the house's library, and having a discussion.
'So, he's alive?' the woman asked. She was old, like her husband, and her usual golden hair became a shade of white and gray throughout the years.
'Not for long, Helga,' her husband said,' I was thinking of a different tactic: poison?'
'Too obvious,' said Helga, her eyes frowning. Even throughout the age when she became a mother, a cold streak ran through her features, gained from the army years.
'Should we run him over again?' the driver (chauffeur) asked meekly.
'Don't be silly, Eric, it was amazing that the police didn't notice you before,' Helga snapped,' some Colonel you were in Nouvion.'
Eric Von Strohm looked insulted, but obeyed the mistress' wishes.
'Now, now Helga, no need to loose your nerve again,' her husband soothed softly.
She forced a smile,' You're right, Hubert, I have better things to do.' She shot a dirty look at the former Colonel, 'Leave us, please, Eric.'
The chauffeur gave a nod and left the couple alone in the room. Helga turned towards her lifetime partner and husband.
'I thought you were on my side, Hubert,' she said sweetly, but in strange way.
'I am,' he answered firmly,' I'm also deeply shaken by Hans' death.'
Helga snorted,' You don't sound like that.'
Hubert shot her a cold look,' I loved Hans. Who couldn't love their own son?'
Helga turned away.
'Are you trying to make me feel like one of THEM again?' Hubert asked softly, but pain crept in his voice.
'Like one of the gays? Remember, Hubert, the real reason you married me was because to hush it all up,' Helga answered back,' If you didn't, God knows what rumors would spread around you.'
Hubert looked towards the window, but seemed to be watching an empty space,' I miss Hans.' He spoke softly.
Helga lowered her eyes, but then looked up again, new energy of determination lighting the eyes,' Flick would pay, believe me. There is no such revenge done by a woman- especially by a mother.'
Author's Note: Sorry for not updating long! It was my birthday not long ago and I got sick on that day (some sweet memories, huh?). Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Full of surprises! Please review, I need o get well!
