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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This memory took place three weeks ago, when Herr Flick was still living his normal life.
It was one afternoon, and he was closing his shop. But suddenly, Hans came in. Hans looked afraid and a bit wild eyed, his Captain uniform a bit torn. He closed the door behind him.
Panic filled up Flick's veins when he saw Hans like that. Hans stumbled to him and leaned on the counter. Otto Flick grabbed him by the shoulders.
'What happened? What is wrong?' whispered Herr Flick with worry. The young man was very close with him.
Hans choked, trying to catch his breath.
'Lock the door,' he rasped.
Flick limped to the door quickly, and locked it.
'We must stay quiet,' Hans whispered, grabbing Herr Flick by the arm.
He hauled Flick to sit down on the floor behind the counter. He clamped a hand over Flick's mouth and seemed to be listening very carefully, straining his ears to hear if someone's coming. Then, with a relaxed sigh, he released Herr Flick's mouth.
Herr Flick seemed to get irritated.
'Why aren't you speaking? Who did this to you?' He spoke angrily in a hushed voice.
'Traitors.....all of them,' Hans was deep in thought, and he spoke in anger.
'Who?' Flick asked.
Hans' eyes glinted mysteriously,' Him.'
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Herr Flick was brought back sharply into the present, and his scar on his hand stung sharply. He was so close to the truth, so close.....
'Helga, Eric, Lili, leave me alone with him,' he heard Gruber's voice say.
Focus returned into Herr Flick's eyes to the scene in front of him. Helga looked angry and suspicious of Gruber, but the daughter and Von Strohm were more obedient.
'Now, Hubert- ' Helga stepped forward, but Gruber cut her in.
'Do not worry, he won't be dead.....by the time I'm done with him,' Gruber said softly.
Helga shot him a calculating look, but then turned around, and left the room with the others. Once the door shut behind them, Gruber slowly turned around to face Herr Flick. The expression on his face was unreadable.
Herr Flick stared back straight into the ex-Lieutenant's eyes, hoping the man still had a fear of him. To Flick's unfortunate hopes, he wasn't. Gruber just looked at him even more calmly.
'Finally, we are alone,' Gruber stated, looking around the room.
'So?' Asked Flick daringly.
Gruber paused, then said, 'Are you afraid?'
'What of?'
Gruber's eyebrows shot up in surprise,' You have killed my son, are tied up in a chair and you are not afraid?'
'I know only one thing: I didn't kill your son,' Herr Flick answered coldly.
Gruber sighed,' Have you no shame?'
'I'm serious. I do not remember since that accident when the car hit me-' Herr Flick tried to explain, but then Gruber's hand shot out and clasped his arm, tightly, painfully.
Gruber lowered himself to Herr Flick's level of hearing, and spoke in his ear,' You even dare to come up with a lie that you couldn't remember anything? And one more thing: that "car accident" was meant to kill you. I thought you knew that.'
Herr Flick gasped in pain as Gruber's hand tightened around his arm. He also suddenly realised who set up the 'accident'.
'You did it!' Herr Flick whispered in horror.
At the same moment, Gruber's nails dug so deeply into Flick's skin, that Flick felt his blood leaking out from beneath his coat and staining it.
'You Gestapo have fantastic minds, don't you?' Gruber spoke with uncharacteristic sarcasm edging his voice.
He released Flick's arm, and Flick's breathed in relief. Gruber just looked in mock pity at Flick.
'Poor you,' he tutted,' I also have to deliver a bit more pain myself.'
With that, he pulled out the small knife that he threatened Herr Flick before with. Panic seized Flick.
'You can't use it,' he choked,' you're not allowed.....'
'I won't hurt you......much,' Gruber gently fingered the blade in fascination,' But I can't resisting to give you just a BIT of pain.'
'I never thought you had the heart to do it,' Flick spoke bitterly, heart thumping in his chest.
'You will never know what the memories of the Russian Front can cause in a man,' Gruber spoke, a haunting shadow filling his eyes, and also immediately disappearing as soon as they had come.
With that last comment, he dug the blade into Herr Flick's hands, bursting the skin with blood.
Thankfully at that moment, memories flooded Herr Flick's mind, distracting him from the pain of the knife tearing his skin.
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'Who is a traitor?' Flick had urged Hans to tell him, back in the memory from where it had stopped.
'I don't even understand how he had gotten accepted to the army,' Hans spoke to himself in disbelief.
Flick thought for a while. Then, somebody came up in his thoughts.
'It's Von Bracksen, isn't it? He threatened me before, I was a fool not to notice it,' Flick cursed himself.
Hans just stayed quiet, not answering.
'Come on, say it. Oh, they really are going to sign him out of the army,' Herr Flick mused.
Hans seemed to snap back to reality,' Who?'
'Von Bracksen of course!' Flick spoke irritably.
But Hans still had the confused look on his face. He seemed about to say something, when he was interrupted by the sound of the door being barged to open.
Herr Flick quickly stood up, and dragged Hans upstairs. Their landed in Herr Flick's rooms, and the only place they could hide was the wardrobe. He shoved Hans inside, along with himself. They closed the wardrobe just in time, when the door downstairs was barged out of its hinges.
Herr Flick and Hans waited, their breathing accelerating from fear. The footsteps grew closer.....closer.....
The person came upon landing. The footsteps paused. Herr Flick leaned his ear to the door of the wardrobe. Then, like a hound, the footsteps paced around the room searching for clues. They paused again.
Flick listened more carefully. The footsteps were coming towards the wardrobe!
Hans didn't have a gun, nor did he, so he just waited for the worst that Von Bracksen would find them.
The wardrobe opened and the person was revealed. It wasn't Von Bracksen.
Author's Note: Wheee! Another cliffhanger! By the way, Gruber is a bit mad, isn't he? About the Russian Front: don't you remember Gruber was there? That is why he came to Nuvion: he suffered a nervous breakdown at the Front and was delivered here. It is true that it was a nightmare for the both sides at the Front. Kindly review, my readers! We are close to the end!
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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This memory took place three weeks ago, when Herr Flick was still living his normal life.
It was one afternoon, and he was closing his shop. But suddenly, Hans came in. Hans looked afraid and a bit wild eyed, his Captain uniform a bit torn. He closed the door behind him.
Panic filled up Flick's veins when he saw Hans like that. Hans stumbled to him and leaned on the counter. Otto Flick grabbed him by the shoulders.
'What happened? What is wrong?' whispered Herr Flick with worry. The young man was very close with him.
Hans choked, trying to catch his breath.
'Lock the door,' he rasped.
Flick limped to the door quickly, and locked it.
'We must stay quiet,' Hans whispered, grabbing Herr Flick by the arm.
He hauled Flick to sit down on the floor behind the counter. He clamped a hand over Flick's mouth and seemed to be listening very carefully, straining his ears to hear if someone's coming. Then, with a relaxed sigh, he released Herr Flick's mouth.
Herr Flick seemed to get irritated.
'Why aren't you speaking? Who did this to you?' He spoke angrily in a hushed voice.
'Traitors.....all of them,' Hans was deep in thought, and he spoke in anger.
'Who?' Flick asked.
Hans' eyes glinted mysteriously,' Him.'
********
Herr Flick was brought back sharply into the present, and his scar on his hand stung sharply. He was so close to the truth, so close.....
'Helga, Eric, Lili, leave me alone with him,' he heard Gruber's voice say.
Focus returned into Herr Flick's eyes to the scene in front of him. Helga looked angry and suspicious of Gruber, but the daughter and Von Strohm were more obedient.
'Now, Hubert- ' Helga stepped forward, but Gruber cut her in.
'Do not worry, he won't be dead.....by the time I'm done with him,' Gruber said softly.
Helga shot him a calculating look, but then turned around, and left the room with the others. Once the door shut behind them, Gruber slowly turned around to face Herr Flick. The expression on his face was unreadable.
Herr Flick stared back straight into the ex-Lieutenant's eyes, hoping the man still had a fear of him. To Flick's unfortunate hopes, he wasn't. Gruber just looked at him even more calmly.
'Finally, we are alone,' Gruber stated, looking around the room.
'So?' Asked Flick daringly.
Gruber paused, then said, 'Are you afraid?'
'What of?'
Gruber's eyebrows shot up in surprise,' You have killed my son, are tied up in a chair and you are not afraid?'
'I know only one thing: I didn't kill your son,' Herr Flick answered coldly.
Gruber sighed,' Have you no shame?'
'I'm serious. I do not remember since that accident when the car hit me-' Herr Flick tried to explain, but then Gruber's hand shot out and clasped his arm, tightly, painfully.
Gruber lowered himself to Herr Flick's level of hearing, and spoke in his ear,' You even dare to come up with a lie that you couldn't remember anything? And one more thing: that "car accident" was meant to kill you. I thought you knew that.'
Herr Flick gasped in pain as Gruber's hand tightened around his arm. He also suddenly realised who set up the 'accident'.
'You did it!' Herr Flick whispered in horror.
At the same moment, Gruber's nails dug so deeply into Flick's skin, that Flick felt his blood leaking out from beneath his coat and staining it.
'You Gestapo have fantastic minds, don't you?' Gruber spoke with uncharacteristic sarcasm edging his voice.
He released Flick's arm, and Flick's breathed in relief. Gruber just looked in mock pity at Flick.
'Poor you,' he tutted,' I also have to deliver a bit more pain myself.'
With that, he pulled out the small knife that he threatened Herr Flick before with. Panic seized Flick.
'You can't use it,' he choked,' you're not allowed.....'
'I won't hurt you......much,' Gruber gently fingered the blade in fascination,' But I can't resisting to give you just a BIT of pain.'
'I never thought you had the heart to do it,' Flick spoke bitterly, heart thumping in his chest.
'You will never know what the memories of the Russian Front can cause in a man,' Gruber spoke, a haunting shadow filling his eyes, and also immediately disappearing as soon as they had come.
With that last comment, he dug the blade into Herr Flick's hands, bursting the skin with blood.
Thankfully at that moment, memories flooded Herr Flick's mind, distracting him from the pain of the knife tearing his skin.
*******
'Who is a traitor?' Flick had urged Hans to tell him, back in the memory from where it had stopped.
'I don't even understand how he had gotten accepted to the army,' Hans spoke to himself in disbelief.
Flick thought for a while. Then, somebody came up in his thoughts.
'It's Von Bracksen, isn't it? He threatened me before, I was a fool not to notice it,' Flick cursed himself.
Hans just stayed quiet, not answering.
'Come on, say it. Oh, they really are going to sign him out of the army,' Herr Flick mused.
Hans seemed to snap back to reality,' Who?'
'Von Bracksen of course!' Flick spoke irritably.
But Hans still had the confused look on his face. He seemed about to say something, when he was interrupted by the sound of the door being barged to open.
Herr Flick quickly stood up, and dragged Hans upstairs. Their landed in Herr Flick's rooms, and the only place they could hide was the wardrobe. He shoved Hans inside, along with himself. They closed the wardrobe just in time, when the door downstairs was barged out of its hinges.
Herr Flick and Hans waited, their breathing accelerating from fear. The footsteps grew closer.....closer.....
The person came upon landing. The footsteps paused. Herr Flick leaned his ear to the door of the wardrobe. Then, like a hound, the footsteps paced around the room searching for clues. They paused again.
Flick listened more carefully. The footsteps were coming towards the wardrobe!
Hans didn't have a gun, nor did he, so he just waited for the worst that Von Bracksen would find them.
The wardrobe opened and the person was revealed. It wasn't Von Bracksen.
Author's Note: Wheee! Another cliffhanger! By the way, Gruber is a bit mad, isn't he? About the Russian Front: don't you remember Gruber was there? That is why he came to Nuvion: he suffered a nervous breakdown at the Front and was delivered here. It is true that it was a nightmare for the both sides at the Front. Kindly review, my readers! We are close to the end!
