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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Herr Flick's heart beat faster. The knife was so close to him, it almost grazed his cheek.....
'That is enough,' came a quiet, firm voice behind them. It was Helga.
'How could you let this murderer have mercy?' Gruber turned towards her.
Herr Flick couldn't see Gruber's expression, but Helga's worried face showed that it was not good.
'He will get what he deserves, don't you worry,' Helga immediately put on a cold mask of calmness,' But right now, we would like to know why....'
Flick was confused, but Helga finished the question,' Why did you have to kill Hans? He trusted you.'
All three of them were now facing him, all of their expressions cold and cruel. Never in his life had Herr Flick thought he would be in such a situation. He gathered up some strength to speak.
'I don't understand. Believe me, I don't even remember-' Flick was cut off by Helga.
'How dare you!' She growled,' You deny any knowledge that you killed him? Never had I thought that you would stoop so low, Herr Flick of the Gestapo!'
Her growl had risen to yelling, and he never saw her like this before. Helga was during the war meeker around him, with a hidden strength. Now, the strength seemed to explode out, and consume him with her eyes that weren't made of cold ice but now of burning fire.
'Believe me,' Herr Flick started, but his steely tone was wavering,' I cannot remember- '
The next moment he found his head reeling and his cheek burning of the slap Helga gave him. He couldn't believe this: Helga slapped him! He just couldn't believe it.
The other two men looked shaken, but not that badly.
Helga seemed to rapidly compose herself, and gave Flick a sickeningly sweet smile that old people often give you.
'It hurts, doesn't it?' Helga gently tilted up his face,' Poor Otto, you never had any experience of being a parent.'
With each word, Helga's nails dug deeper and deeper into his skin.
'You don't know the pain you have to suffer, emotionally, when you see your own child that carries your blood.....dead.' Helga's nails were now drawing blood.
Helga was so cold, so calm, and so pained. He remembered a person who had such feelings, not so long ago......
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(A memory flashback, two and half years ago.....)
Herr Flick had been invited to the Grubers' house, to have a look around. It was a lovely place, the halls neat and tidy, and an antique-looking library at the back chambers.
It was when he came to the library, he saw a figure there. Flick came closer, and saw it was none other than Hans, full in his Captain uniform of the German army.
Hans, looking so much like his father, was reading a book near one of the shelves, didn't notice Herr Flick come in, even with so much noise with his walking stick. Flick moved closer, interested what the young man was so engrossed in.
'What are you reading?' Asked Flick.
Hans seemed to snap into reality, noticing Herr Flick,' It's just something about Wagner, the composer.'
'Ah yes, it is said that he was the one to inspire Hitler,' Herr Flick commented.
'No wonder, they share the same ideas,' chuckled Hans.
Herr Flick looked at his uniform,' In the war, there was another Captain, before Bertorelli. His name was also Hans.'
'I know, my father told me,' spoke Hans, suddenly looking up at Flick,' I also heard, that you and my mother were well......aquainted.'
Herr Flick raised an eyebrow,' They even told you that?'
'Yes, but mother refuses to talk about it,' Hans said.
There was a tension. Herr Flick decided to change the subject.
'How many brothers and sisters do you have?' Herr Flick asked casually.
'Three other brothers and two sisters,' Hans smiled,' I'm the oldest. Hubert (named after my father) is the second, and there is also Lisolette, the third child in the family. Fritz and Frederick are the fourth and fifth: they're twins. And the last is the sweet Lili, the family's pet. Father is rather attached to her- she's a lot like him, even if she looks like her mother.'
'A rather large family,' Flick commented in wonder.
Hans nodded,' But I'd like to ask you, Herr Flick, how was the Gestapo, back in the war?'
Flick thought about this,' Well, I was privileged- I was the godson of Heinrich Himmler. Everyone feared me, except that pig-headed General Von Klinkerhoffen. We were rivals: when I was in disguise, he found an excuse to arrest me, and made sure nobody noticed I was from the Gestapo.'
'I heard that you had an assistant: Von Smallhousen,' Hans inquired.
'Yes,' Flick sneered,' He was an idiot who barely did things right. Doesn't he know that the Gestapo is serious work? '
'I have to agree,' Said Hans simply.
Herr Flick was surprised. Hans actually understood him! They have something in common. Flick suddenly realised how Hans' character was very like his mother's. He was intelligent, and could easily fool you to think that he's simple. Just like his mother: pretty and blonde on the outside, and a cunning cat on the inside.
'Would you like to know some more?' Flick asked curiously.
'Of course,' Hans smiled.
And that is how Flick gained a good friend after all these years.
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Herr Flick blinked. He was still tied up, sitting in the chair.
'You shame yourself, Herr Flick, for killing Hans,' Gruber said.
Kill Hans? How could he do that? Why should he do it? Herr Flick's mind panicly buzzed with questions. Gruber eyes were fixed at Flick's. They were so cold, so unlike him, so much like Hans'.
Footsteps could be heard coming upstairs to his room. Who could that be?
Author's Note: Finally finished this chapter and another cliffhanger. Are they out of character? By the way, in German, Lily is spelled as Lili (Lili Marlen?). I'm planning for one of the children to enter the room next. Who should it be? I was planning for Lili to have an Oedipus complex (since she's so close to her father and Gruber's gayness may become twisted throughout the bloodline) but you may chose. Please review!
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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Herr Flick's heart beat faster. The knife was so close to him, it almost grazed his cheek.....
'That is enough,' came a quiet, firm voice behind them. It was Helga.
'How could you let this murderer have mercy?' Gruber turned towards her.
Herr Flick couldn't see Gruber's expression, but Helga's worried face showed that it was not good.
'He will get what he deserves, don't you worry,' Helga immediately put on a cold mask of calmness,' But right now, we would like to know why....'
Flick was confused, but Helga finished the question,' Why did you have to kill Hans? He trusted you.'
All three of them were now facing him, all of their expressions cold and cruel. Never in his life had Herr Flick thought he would be in such a situation. He gathered up some strength to speak.
'I don't understand. Believe me, I don't even remember-' Flick was cut off by Helga.
'How dare you!' She growled,' You deny any knowledge that you killed him? Never had I thought that you would stoop so low, Herr Flick of the Gestapo!'
Her growl had risen to yelling, and he never saw her like this before. Helga was during the war meeker around him, with a hidden strength. Now, the strength seemed to explode out, and consume him with her eyes that weren't made of cold ice but now of burning fire.
'Believe me,' Herr Flick started, but his steely tone was wavering,' I cannot remember- '
The next moment he found his head reeling and his cheek burning of the slap Helga gave him. He couldn't believe this: Helga slapped him! He just couldn't believe it.
The other two men looked shaken, but not that badly.
Helga seemed to rapidly compose herself, and gave Flick a sickeningly sweet smile that old people often give you.
'It hurts, doesn't it?' Helga gently tilted up his face,' Poor Otto, you never had any experience of being a parent.'
With each word, Helga's nails dug deeper and deeper into his skin.
'You don't know the pain you have to suffer, emotionally, when you see your own child that carries your blood.....dead.' Helga's nails were now drawing blood.
Helga was so cold, so calm, and so pained. He remembered a person who had such feelings, not so long ago......
*******
(A memory flashback, two and half years ago.....)
Herr Flick had been invited to the Grubers' house, to have a look around. It was a lovely place, the halls neat and tidy, and an antique-looking library at the back chambers.
It was when he came to the library, he saw a figure there. Flick came closer, and saw it was none other than Hans, full in his Captain uniform of the German army.
Hans, looking so much like his father, was reading a book near one of the shelves, didn't notice Herr Flick come in, even with so much noise with his walking stick. Flick moved closer, interested what the young man was so engrossed in.
'What are you reading?' Asked Flick.
Hans seemed to snap into reality, noticing Herr Flick,' It's just something about Wagner, the composer.'
'Ah yes, it is said that he was the one to inspire Hitler,' Herr Flick commented.
'No wonder, they share the same ideas,' chuckled Hans.
Herr Flick looked at his uniform,' In the war, there was another Captain, before Bertorelli. His name was also Hans.'
'I know, my father told me,' spoke Hans, suddenly looking up at Flick,' I also heard, that you and my mother were well......aquainted.'
Herr Flick raised an eyebrow,' They even told you that?'
'Yes, but mother refuses to talk about it,' Hans said.
There was a tension. Herr Flick decided to change the subject.
'How many brothers and sisters do you have?' Herr Flick asked casually.
'Three other brothers and two sisters,' Hans smiled,' I'm the oldest. Hubert (named after my father) is the second, and there is also Lisolette, the third child in the family. Fritz and Frederick are the fourth and fifth: they're twins. And the last is the sweet Lili, the family's pet. Father is rather attached to her- she's a lot like him, even if she looks like her mother.'
'A rather large family,' Flick commented in wonder.
Hans nodded,' But I'd like to ask you, Herr Flick, how was the Gestapo, back in the war?'
Flick thought about this,' Well, I was privileged- I was the godson of Heinrich Himmler. Everyone feared me, except that pig-headed General Von Klinkerhoffen. We were rivals: when I was in disguise, he found an excuse to arrest me, and made sure nobody noticed I was from the Gestapo.'
'I heard that you had an assistant: Von Smallhousen,' Hans inquired.
'Yes,' Flick sneered,' He was an idiot who barely did things right. Doesn't he know that the Gestapo is serious work? '
'I have to agree,' Said Hans simply.
Herr Flick was surprised. Hans actually understood him! They have something in common. Flick suddenly realised how Hans' character was very like his mother's. He was intelligent, and could easily fool you to think that he's simple. Just like his mother: pretty and blonde on the outside, and a cunning cat on the inside.
'Would you like to know some more?' Flick asked curiously.
'Of course,' Hans smiled.
And that is how Flick gained a good friend after all these years.
*******
Herr Flick blinked. He was still tied up, sitting in the chair.
'You shame yourself, Herr Flick, for killing Hans,' Gruber said.
Kill Hans? How could he do that? Why should he do it? Herr Flick's mind panicly buzzed with questions. Gruber eyes were fixed at Flick's. They were so cold, so unlike him, so much like Hans'.
Footsteps could be heard coming upstairs to his room. Who could that be?
Author's Note: Finally finished this chapter and another cliffhanger. Are they out of character? By the way, in German, Lily is spelled as Lili (Lili Marlen?). I'm planning for one of the children to enter the room next. Who should it be? I was planning for Lili to have an Oedipus complex (since she's so close to her father and Gruber's gayness may become twisted throughout the bloodline) but you may chose. Please review!
