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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Gruber's eyes shifted to the door.
'Quick! Someone's coming!' He slid to the door, and took out his gun.
Helga did the same, pulling her war gun from her handbag and so did Von Strohm from his pocket. They all carefully listened to the footsteps coming closer, louder.....until a person stepped into the room.
'Do not move,' Helga ordered, as she pressed a gun to the person's head.
'Do not worry, mother, it is only me,' came an annoyed woman's voice.
'Lili! What are you doing here?' Gruber scolded his youngest child.
Herr Flick took a look at her. She was a lovely young woman, looking a lot like her mother: the same build, blonde hair, but only her eyes betrayed that she carried the blood of Gruber. The eyes were dark blue, like her father.
She was dressed in a dark blue dress, matching her eyes. Herr Flick had immediately the feeling that he met her somewhere else before.
'I was just following you, in case that you found the murderer,' she said softly, her gestures exactly like her father's.
Her eyes caught the ones of Herr Flick, and she turned to him.
'Good to see you again, Herr Flick,' she said politely and a bit coldly,' I expected you to be more devious, not to be caught so easily.' She shook her head sadly.
Her reaction surprised Herr Flick, for she didn't act like her parents. She was so gentle, so soft, but she was also so innocently intelligent.
A memory suddenly, painfully, flashed through his mind.
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(Flashback on one year ago.....)
'How do you think of these co-ordinates?' Hans showed the map in front of Herr Flick.
They were back at Gruber's home, and Hans came for a visit. He always sent letters back to his home, but also to Herr Flick. Flick was one of Hans' admiration's, Hans always was amazed by people of great cunning and intelligence, but also of bravery, even though Herr Flick wasn't that brave ( he did face a firing squad without a blindfold). Hans' younger brother, Hubert, was a real admirer of pure cunning, but oddly he didn't like Herr Flick.
'Very accurate,' Herr Flick raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the co-ordinates on the shooting graph,' and you solved all this in a few minutes?'
Hans smiled a bit bashfully,' My father taught me Mathematics before I went to school. I was always a bit ahead of others in class. '
No wonder, Gruber obviously was preparing Hans to follow his father's footsteps: to be in tanks corps.
'He also taught, not only me, but all of us brothers and sisters, to have a great knowledge I arts. I remember when I was seven years old, he would tell me, " This is Rembrant's work. You could tell because he mainly paints priests that sink into the dark shadows of the background behind them.....",' Hans said thoughtfully.
Flick was amazed by what Gruber was able to teach his children. He half- expected for Gruber to go about his business, not really caring for his family, but obviously the ex-Lieutenant played an important role in the children's lives.
Suddenly, into the room came a young girl, just above the age of maturity, who had a very shy manner.
'What is it, Lili?' asked Hans gently.
Lili gave a worried look,' Father wishes to speak to you. Its about your army work.'
'Excuse me,' Hans politely told Herr Flick, and left the room.
'So, how is the work going?' Lili tried an attempt to strike a conversation.
Before Flick could answer, he heard voices in the next room.
'What do you mean, they will not upgrade your standard?' Said a familiar, old voice that was currently quarrelsome, as it could even during the war, but was rarely used.
'They say I'm too young,' came Hans' voice.
'Too young! Great Napoleon Bonaparte was made a General at a young age, and this was all according to his intelligence,' Gruber's voice drew closer.
The two men strode into the library. Gruber was old, but some hints of his darker hair clung to his white, as a badge of his youth not yet quite gone.
'Hello, Herr Flick,' Gruber said a bit coldly to him. Gruber didn't get on quite well with the ex-Gestapo member.
'But how am I going to get them to give me a higher rank? You know that Colonel Von Bracksen wouldn't give me it!' Hans said.
'Von Bracksen?' Herr Flick asked in a amazement,' Wasn't he a Major, during the war?'
'Yes.' Gruber said shortly.
'Hmmm.....I may have a talk with him. He always used to fear me, and it wasn't because I was from the Gestapo,' Herr Flick spoke thoughtfully.
Gruber raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but Hans' eyes shone with delight.
'You do not really have to go to see him. You could just tell me what I could do, since you know him well enough,' Hans said modestly.
Flick shook his head,' No, that man would never listen to reason, but he would listen to me.'
Just as Gruber was about to say something, Lili must have sensed a danger, because she walked over to him.
'Father, please, let him try,' Lili pleaded softly, taking her father's hand in hers.
The effect was amazing: Gruber immediately softened and cooled down.
'Don't worry,' Herr Flick smirked,' It will work.'
And it did. He went to speak to that Von Bracksen, right in that old frog's very office. How Von Bracksen was shocked! At first, he tried to act tough and merciless, but then was reduced to nothing under Herr Flick's steely gaze.
It was all over after a few minutes, and Hans finally got his rank of Major. He was dismissed, but Herr Flick was kept back.
'I am warning you, Herr Flick,' growled Von Bracksen,' you will not be able to protect the boy all the time. And it would be your fault.'
'I am waiting for that moment,' answered Flick curtly, and left them room, the curse still hanging in the air.
Flick was afraid, yes, something could happen to Hans, but when he saw the young man's face, he felt worthy and proud for the first time after a long while in his life.
How he should have paid more heed to that old frog's words.
*****
'I still don't understand: why did you kill Hans?' Lili frowned at Herr Flick in confusion.
'I.....don't know,' Herr Flick confessed numbly.
He looked up at her, and a flicker of understanding seemed to show in her features. Could she know about his memory loss?
'Why is he denying so much?' Lili asked.
'He is from the Gestapo,' Helga sighed,' they are used to lie.'
Herr Flick was about to make a cruel remark back, when another memory flashed through his mind.
Author's Note: We are coming close to the truth! I know this story is a bit boring, but please bear with me! If you have any ideas or questions, please tell me! Come on, I really need reviews! They give me strength!
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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Gruber's eyes shifted to the door.
'Quick! Someone's coming!' He slid to the door, and took out his gun.
Helga did the same, pulling her war gun from her handbag and so did Von Strohm from his pocket. They all carefully listened to the footsteps coming closer, louder.....until a person stepped into the room.
'Do not move,' Helga ordered, as she pressed a gun to the person's head.
'Do not worry, mother, it is only me,' came an annoyed woman's voice.
'Lili! What are you doing here?' Gruber scolded his youngest child.
Herr Flick took a look at her. She was a lovely young woman, looking a lot like her mother: the same build, blonde hair, but only her eyes betrayed that she carried the blood of Gruber. The eyes were dark blue, like her father.
She was dressed in a dark blue dress, matching her eyes. Herr Flick had immediately the feeling that he met her somewhere else before.
'I was just following you, in case that you found the murderer,' she said softly, her gestures exactly like her father's.
Her eyes caught the ones of Herr Flick, and she turned to him.
'Good to see you again, Herr Flick,' she said politely and a bit coldly,' I expected you to be more devious, not to be caught so easily.' She shook her head sadly.
Her reaction surprised Herr Flick, for she didn't act like her parents. She was so gentle, so soft, but she was also so innocently intelligent.
A memory suddenly, painfully, flashed through his mind.
********
(Flashback on one year ago.....)
'How do you think of these co-ordinates?' Hans showed the map in front of Herr Flick.
They were back at Gruber's home, and Hans came for a visit. He always sent letters back to his home, but also to Herr Flick. Flick was one of Hans' admiration's, Hans always was amazed by people of great cunning and intelligence, but also of bravery, even though Herr Flick wasn't that brave ( he did face a firing squad without a blindfold). Hans' younger brother, Hubert, was a real admirer of pure cunning, but oddly he didn't like Herr Flick.
'Very accurate,' Herr Flick raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the co-ordinates on the shooting graph,' and you solved all this in a few minutes?'
Hans smiled a bit bashfully,' My father taught me Mathematics before I went to school. I was always a bit ahead of others in class. '
No wonder, Gruber obviously was preparing Hans to follow his father's footsteps: to be in tanks corps.
'He also taught, not only me, but all of us brothers and sisters, to have a great knowledge I arts. I remember when I was seven years old, he would tell me, " This is Rembrant's work. You could tell because he mainly paints priests that sink into the dark shadows of the background behind them.....",' Hans said thoughtfully.
Flick was amazed by what Gruber was able to teach his children. He half- expected for Gruber to go about his business, not really caring for his family, but obviously the ex-Lieutenant played an important role in the children's lives.
Suddenly, into the room came a young girl, just above the age of maturity, who had a very shy manner.
'What is it, Lili?' asked Hans gently.
Lili gave a worried look,' Father wishes to speak to you. Its about your army work.'
'Excuse me,' Hans politely told Herr Flick, and left the room.
'So, how is the work going?' Lili tried an attempt to strike a conversation.
Before Flick could answer, he heard voices in the next room.
'What do you mean, they will not upgrade your standard?' Said a familiar, old voice that was currently quarrelsome, as it could even during the war, but was rarely used.
'They say I'm too young,' came Hans' voice.
'Too young! Great Napoleon Bonaparte was made a General at a young age, and this was all according to his intelligence,' Gruber's voice drew closer.
The two men strode into the library. Gruber was old, but some hints of his darker hair clung to his white, as a badge of his youth not yet quite gone.
'Hello, Herr Flick,' Gruber said a bit coldly to him. Gruber didn't get on quite well with the ex-Gestapo member.
'But how am I going to get them to give me a higher rank? You know that Colonel Von Bracksen wouldn't give me it!' Hans said.
'Von Bracksen?' Herr Flick asked in a amazement,' Wasn't he a Major, during the war?'
'Yes.' Gruber said shortly.
'Hmmm.....I may have a talk with him. He always used to fear me, and it wasn't because I was from the Gestapo,' Herr Flick spoke thoughtfully.
Gruber raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but Hans' eyes shone with delight.
'You do not really have to go to see him. You could just tell me what I could do, since you know him well enough,' Hans said modestly.
Flick shook his head,' No, that man would never listen to reason, but he would listen to me.'
Just as Gruber was about to say something, Lili must have sensed a danger, because she walked over to him.
'Father, please, let him try,' Lili pleaded softly, taking her father's hand in hers.
The effect was amazing: Gruber immediately softened and cooled down.
'Don't worry,' Herr Flick smirked,' It will work.'
And it did. He went to speak to that Von Bracksen, right in that old frog's very office. How Von Bracksen was shocked! At first, he tried to act tough and merciless, but then was reduced to nothing under Herr Flick's steely gaze.
It was all over after a few minutes, and Hans finally got his rank of Major. He was dismissed, but Herr Flick was kept back.
'I am warning you, Herr Flick,' growled Von Bracksen,' you will not be able to protect the boy all the time. And it would be your fault.'
'I am waiting for that moment,' answered Flick curtly, and left them room, the curse still hanging in the air.
Flick was afraid, yes, something could happen to Hans, but when he saw the young man's face, he felt worthy and proud for the first time after a long while in his life.
How he should have paid more heed to that old frog's words.
*****
'I still don't understand: why did you kill Hans?' Lili frowned at Herr Flick in confusion.
'I.....don't know,' Herr Flick confessed numbly.
He looked up at her, and a flicker of understanding seemed to show in her features. Could she know about his memory loss?
'Why is he denying so much?' Lili asked.
'He is from the Gestapo,' Helga sighed,' they are used to lie.'
Herr Flick was about to make a cruel remark back, when another memory flashed through his mind.
Author's Note: We are coming close to the truth! I know this story is a bit boring, but please bear with me! If you have any ideas or questions, please tell me! Come on, I really need reviews! They give me strength!
