The graveyard part V
March 3rd 1943
I cannot express myself on how I felt when I saw Fritz and Detlf tied up next too me. I've found them and I've found some fractured remnants of the Herr. Fritz, Detlf, I thought they've perished when we tried too escape those hounds. And I want to know how they survived that fall made from Gunther. I questioned them, on how they survived that fall. Detlf recounted the disaster, telling me how the floor beneath them crumbled away, feeling weightless for that precious second. They fell through several floors, hitting equipment and broken walls. It was like he was a rock rolling downhill, both him and Fritz where separated from their fall.
He wasn't sure how they evaded Cerberus kin. Only knowing that he woke up with Fritz's rifle aimed at there barricade and hasn't been resting since then. I can see it within his eyes, poor boy doesn't let himself rest or recuperate his tired spirit. Resting is now a luxury for them. How can you relax when those hounds are prowling, hunting us.
Fritz still doesn't trust me, let alone converse with me, only when it's on his terms though. And I think Detlf still holds animosity towards me. I won't blame them. I've spent too much time in that town. Just to get away from here, get away from this forsaken hellhole, and maybe indulge myself in female companionship, and gorge myself with food, and drown out the bloodshed in beer. I've gotten two of the three. But I couldn't have the touch of a woman, lest I ended up as the veterans from the Great War on the street, begging.
Closing his journal, a long tired breath escaped him as he slipped his glasses off. Rubbing above his eyes, he took a sidelong glance towards Stalingrad's streets. Like a looming plague they roamed free, their blackened fur absorbing the suns light with white plates acting as armour, and those red hellish eyes. Eyes that could only belong to Cerberus. Watching them from the bell tower, there where a few that traveled in between the streets more slowly and with a more disturbingly cautious stance. A few seconds later a puff of blackened dirt and smoke appeared just a block away from the larger hound. A smile spread across Jürgen's mouth when the distinctive explosive sound, came just two seconds later.
"Seems like those beasts are heavy enough, to set off a teller mine." Turning he saw the Romanian climbing down the ladder. His youthful face was like many, but his chin held a bit of a smooth angle a build that was slim from malnutrition. His brown hair was sticking out beneath his helm. Removing the stahlhem, was a messy mop of dirty brown hair, the same with every soldier like him and his men. His expression was beaten with dried up dirt and grime. His physic looked like it suffered with how he dragged himself through the mud. The glassy look within his eyes, shown the shaken mind from this fighting in the Ostfront. His walk was jagged his eyes tired with black lines, taking a seat next to Jürgen. He stayed silent, as they both looked into the city before them. The silence lasted longer then Jurgen hoped before the boy spoke up. "What's out there Herr Hauptsturmfuhrer?" Shifting his gaze towards the tall towering buildings in the distance, with a small breath in and a small frown spreading across his features. "It's all gone. Everything that we've fought for, it's all gone. The blood we have spilt, the lives that where wasted in this forsaken graveyard, was all for naught." Shifting again he faced the open street. "The fatherland. You're home, and mine are gone." The Romanian backed away from Jurgen by a few steps. "What's gone?" Was his hesitant question. Standing up swiftly the chair fell backwards landing with a clatter. "Our fight! Our homeland is gone!" Taking in a breath his boots clacked against the wooden floor. "The truth Herr Kommandant . We are just remnants of our respective lands. Lost within this new world." The young boy backed away from Jurgen seeing his frustration and anger clearly seeping out of him.
Without warning, Jurgen kicked the chair. It tumbled out of the window hitting the shingles with a loud crack, it continued to roll down the slope with shattered remains. Then it all came to a loud halt with brick and wood slamming the hard street. They both stayed silent watching the streets with horror. A pack of those hellish beasts where making their way through the streets, again a plume of blackened smoke flew into the air with a few of them scattering. "Jurgen!" The shout snapped him out of his stupor.
Lifting up the PPSH, they both ran down the flight of stairs forgoing any sense of stealth. "Jurgen! what. Did, You, Do!" With surprising force Detlf slammed Him into the wall with a ferocious scowl. But before he could open his mouth, the pack called out. Their howls struck the men's heart, filling them with dread. "No time!" Uwe pulled both Jurgen and Detlf towards the alter, stepping through the hole in the wall Uwe began to pull on several beams "Help me lift this dummkopf's!" The sound of splintering wood and thick heavy doors slamming into the churches floor pushed them harder.
Jumping into the tunnel, Jurgen drew his machine pistol as he heard that low snarl behind him. The Russian weapon let out that terrible sound, the hound before him stumbled backwards with blackened smoke oozing from the many holes within its hide. Watching the beast reared it's right arm, Jurgen raised his hand as the strike halted within his grasp. Jurgen couldn't believe himself, when something inside of him forced this action. Then, he felt it again, that same power just outside of his reach. His spirit was weakening, but that power had grown, grown in intensity from the gentle warmth of a fireplace, towards this pyre.
The hound that he was locked with, began to whine out in pain, beginning to thrash itself away from Jurgen's grasp. Releasing the Russian machine gun, he quickly thrusted his freed hand into the beasts neck. That burning heat within his blood, seeped out of his hands, a small flame washing over his fingers as it grew steadily.
Low growls hissed behind his captured beast, with a quick glance, three more tore their way through the main door. The beast that was held in his Iron grip made a desperate move that caught the German by surprise. Stumbling backwards his hold on the hound was ripped away, the hellhound tried its luck again, swinging without hesitation but Jurgen fell into the hole that the men escaped through.
The fall was short, but Jurgen felt the hard blow on his back, stone and fragments from the church, biting through his fatigues. "Jurgen." A firm hand hoisted him up as biting pain shot throughout his back, looking up he saw those beasts clawing their way through.
Pushing through the pain, Delft helped Jurgen push on through this maze of tunnels. Looking back, Jurgen's heart leapt into his throat. The wooden supports that held the underground tunnel began too slowly warp and pulse with a frightening sound of claws scratching. But they weren't tearing apart from the roof. "This way!" Uwe was standing next to a small opening waving his arm for them to hurry up, Jurgen saw the horror stricken face that came over him when he heard what ever tore itself out of the dirt and wood. Raising his machine pistol forty the gun barked off it's steady pace. Bullets whispered past him as Detlf forced them into the wall, there where no angry replies or shouts of disproval from them.
The sounds of animalistic grunts and screeches of pain hurried the pair to move faster. The solum click before them terrified Jurgen as Uwe Krause fumbled with the MP40. "Helmut, Helmut get down here now!" The Einsatzkommando came through the opening with a Russian DP-24 the look of shock that came over him quickly dissipated as he rested the machine gun on Uwe's shoulder. Holding the bipod the gun spewed forth its munitions tearing what ever it is behind Detlf and Jurgen.
Reaching the opening, the four men filled out as Fritz and Dominik tossed in a few potato-mashers then opened fire with their weapons. Having a few steps away from the tunnel the Grenades exploded within collapsing the hole, but the cries of beasts sounded out through the chaos. Turning to face these new monsters, Jurgen couldn't help but tremble at the sight of what they where. The beast that was alive thrashed about, swiping one of its clawed limbs. It's long slick blackened and bone white armour was trapped beneath the rubble, he couldn't see it fully as the creature still held its determination. Hissing through it's sharpened fangs, red bloody eyes glaring hatefully at them. Standing up, Jurgen pulled up his papasha as he took the few steps before himself and it. His anger grew inside, his very soul pushing away the fear that gripped him, with a animalistic growl the gun let out it's distinctive sound, shredding the beast before its master.
The men watched their leader emptied, what was left inside the magazine. The creature was dead after the initial shots, but he kept the gun going as it dissipate. Detlf and Fritz both made uneasy eye contact, before they had the chance the sound of a hollow metallic clank echoed as Jurgen forcefully shoved in a fresh drum. "Let's go, before the pack can get our sent, again." His voice was quiet, but the bitter anger was laced over his words.
Again they moved through the rotting city. The atmosphere around them, was strained between Jurgen and his men. Their only company was the sounds from roaming beasts, as they crawled around like rats. Slipping into weak structures and through the very tunnels, that they had cleared out the red infestation.
The silence around them was stifling, until Fritz horse voice, broke the quiet air. "Why, do we need, to go back there?" His voice was scratchy and rough like, like a man that hadn't had watered his dry throat. Halting in his steps for a moment, he continued, reaffirming his grasp on his machine pistol. "For the gold and silver. Herr Scharfschützin." A sharp sound of a bolt clacking, was the response. Stopping, Jurgen slowly turned around. Coming face to barrel with Fritz's cold eyes along with the others standing behind him. "Now, Herr Hauptsurmfuhrer." Jurgen's eyes shifted towards the left of Fritz, seeing Detlf take a few steps forward. "You asked me to trust in you again." He went silent for a moment. "But our friendship can only go so far, in our current circumstance, I cannot. Until, you tell us the full, truth." The anger within his voice was warranted, and Jurgen felt peeved and cheated.
With a low growl escaping his throat, Jurgen bared his teeth. "You want the truth?" He pushed through his teeth. "Fine... the true reason, that I came back for. Was to get that gold!." His face flushed a bit red, the anger steadily crawling up. "The gold is my primary objective and getting a working armoured vehicle. All of you where secondary to all of this." His gaze, drifted lazily from soldier to soldier. "I 'need' that gold men. It's our only ticket to gain a strong foothold, in this world." Before more could've been spoken. The sound of claws raking across wood and stone, garnered their attention with guns raised. Bullets flue into the hulking size of a Siberian bear. Rounds shredding into its blackened fur, as it cried out in pain as more blackened smoke leaked out from it's wounds.
Falling from its advantage point, the creature feebly groaned and whined, as Jürgen walk forth with his steel blue eyes, slowly turning into a crimson red. Reaching for his stolen Russian knife, his hands became aflame, along with the blade. Stopping just a few inches from the dying bear. With a defiant strike, it was stopped by Jurgen as he poured his anger into the injured beast.
The men stood there, watching Jurgen have his way with the bear. So entranced by his brutality, they didn't see the hellhound above him. Before anyone could warn him the beast pounced. To only be grabbed in mid flight as series of blows stuck the hound. Over and over Jurgen poured his pent up anger and his frustration into the hellish hound. But more came for them as they tore away from small openings.
But, before any of them could do anything, gunfire ripped them apart. Following closely behind as strangers in white masks, tore the beasts apart with swords and axes. "Drop your weapons Now!" Came a Command. Jurgen turned about, seeing that they where surround from all sides and out gunned. Gritting his teeth, he slowly raised his arms as the men did the same. "Fritz, Helix. Tie them up." Adjusting his sight towards that familiar voice, he spotted that same short mouse from yesterday. A hot simmering hate, bloomed within his Iron heart. Before it could manifest, he was pulled harshly into the unyielding ground as they tied his arms together.
Being pulled across Stalingrad, was a different experience with Jürgen. The white fang, nearly killed them several times now. Brushing hands with death, from close encounters with scattered mine fields or traps that where placed by his own hands. And Jurgen couldn't believe his luck, that the white fang where taking them closer towards his objective. The building that they approach, was a red army static artillery post. The railway yard was shattered beyond recognition, with carts overturned or blown out by German and Russian howitzers.
They where led into the main docking terminal, where he noticed more of the Untermensch standing around in the main hall. Further in, they came into the repair bay was. But as he knew from fighting in this dead city. They turned it into a temporary factory for the lucky T-34's that made it across the Volga.
"Get them into a room." The mouse spoke up as he stopped. With a sharp turn, he pointed towards the others. but his gaze, lingered on Jurgen the longest. "and make sure they are under heavy watch. But him, he will be accompanying me." The white fang did what they where told. Separating Jurgen from his team.
A hard shove pushed him forwards, biting his lips to hold back a scathing response to his handler. "Keep moving fucker" with a quick bash of his rifle, Jurgen stumbled for a bit but he quickly recovered. Before he could act, a blade was quickly resting against his neck. "Grey. It wold be wise, not to antagonize me. And him, at the same time!" Gently the blade pressed more, forcing Jurgen to walk in front of the mouse.
Anger was now shimmering beneath his skin, but with the long day he went through. He felt weak and tired from so much exertion. "Turn left up here, and open the door." Begrudgingly he reached for the door, opening it up for the both of them. "Sit down on that chair so that we can begin." His voice carried a tired tone, a defeat one as he sat across from Jurgen. "Now. Tell me, who the hell are you?" The mouse questioned him behind that broken mask. Slightly grinding his teeth, he took in a few breaths. "Remove that mask, mouse. I do not want to talk towards a cowered that hides." He paused for a moment, his features shifting a bit and his voice was curious. "Or does your kind, always hide behind something to gain a better advantage?"
The boy's mask didn't hide his mouth as he gritted his teeth. His arm shot up towards his face, and quick as jurgen could blink. Something shattered against his right face, as broken pieces cling onto his cheek and above his ear. "Listen here you bastard. And listen good." Taking in a hot breath through his mouth, Jurgen's entire demeanour came together into a flat surface. "We're fighting for a better tomorrow, for our selves, a better future for Faunus kind!" Still Jurgen kept a flat look as he listened to the mouse ranted, his face flushed red as he bared his teeth more. "You humans don't give us a chance, let alone giving us the chance for equality rights." Hate was brimming from the boy but He held on to his words with great interest.
"The only thing that you humans can understand is violence." Before he could go on, a soft snort came from the tied up German. Slowly a soft chuckle escaped his mouth. The three Faunus that where in the room stared at him. Soon the small chuckle became a laughter, it was loud and filled with mirth. "What's so funny dam it?" Growled Adelina as he watched Jurgen regained his posture. A few short laughs came out, as he took in a few deep breaths. "What's so funny?" Chuckling he took in another breath. "Why, you." His face flushed a darker red, with his teeth barring. "And you're doomed revolution."
A clack of a bolt, warned them as a Faunus took a threatening step towards the German. "Says the tied up Atlegion." Jurgen scoffed at the word. "Please. There not even real Germans, and do you know how this little revolt will end?" He questioned, looking each of them in the eyes. The dog that was on Jurgen's left spoke up. "H-how?" Jurgen took note at his voice, but he instead looked at the mouse in front of him. "Tell me... mouse. How many are the head of your party?" His eyes furrowed a bit, at the question. "Tell me who's been collecting bodies. Tell who's the one that tries too give you hope, for a better life. Tell me if there's any that are actually fighting for the cause." The mouse only further showed his displeasure, but he broke eye contact with Jurgen as he bit his hand. "Four" he finally spoke.
Leaning back within his chair, cold blue eyes watching hazel. "Then you better prey that you're revolutionary act ends soon-" he was silenced when the stock of a rifle bashed into the side of his head. "Shut up!" Exploding into action the mouse stood up grabbing the Faunus weapon. "God dam it Grey!" Leaning over his side a glob of blood was spat out of his mouth, the metallic taste of blood lingering on his tongue. "Mark my words Untermensch. One of your leaders will make a move too gather more power for himself. Just like what happened here, in this god forsaken land!" They both paused of what they heard.
"What do you mean just like here?" It was the dog that spoke up. But he stayed silent. With another glob of spit and blood, a weak smile crossed his lips "And another thing. Mouse." Again Adelina frowned more at the German. "Stop that!" His voice was sharp as it was laced with contempt. "No." Was the quick response. "Stop calling me a mouse. I'm a god dam Faunus!" Standing up he got right into Jurgen's face.
"I don't give a dam that you're a Faunus! You're nothing more then a plague to them. A weak link, a breed of cowards. You're kind doesn't deserve to exist." Adelina stumbled backwards from him a look of hurt and fear from the man before him. Jurgen saw his prey injured, then he went in for another attack. "Look at your leader." He spoke to the two dogs, his gaze shifting to them. " look how your fearless leader crumble before me." Both of them looked between their leader and him . "Is this the type that could lead you through hell and back!" Jurgen kept up his barrage, but he didn't see the mouse drawing out his blade. "Shut up!" He screamed out, the sound of steel leaving its sheath, the blade flashed into the air but Jurgen was ready for it.
But the blade stopped mid swing. There silence, allowed an all too familiar shrill. A shrill that made Jurgen's blood run cold. ("Take cover!") his frightened voice reverting back to his original tongue. The shrilling whistle only lasted a few seconds, the entire complex shook from the muffled explosion. The shock plastered across their forms, gave Jurgen the chance of action. But he stilled when more of those shrieks screamed above them.
Fear gripped his soul, as he began to thrash around in his chair. "What's going on!" The yell came from the mouse, but it was answered by the ceiling collapsing on top of them. Coughing out his lungs. Jürgen moved himself into his side with a groan, with a dazed mind he looked around the ruined room seeing one of the Faunus buried beneath the rubble. His eyes caught the gleaming shine of their weapon. But it was such a queer thing, that he was crawling towards, the blade looked liked it folded onto the guard rail the magazine was located on the side. With random colour rations, banishing the thoughts, he quickly cut away the bindings.
Standing on shaking knees, he collapsed next to the buried white fang member. With a quick cut of the straps. Jürgen took its munition pouches as he stumbled away. Slamming into the door it gave way towards a hellish reminder. The halls where alive with madness, as those animals ran around like headless chickens. The familiar sounds of Bolshevik guns barking just beyond the rubble ridden railway. And soon the screams of the dying or wounded sounded out. Jürgen couldn't hold back the fear, seeping into his being. Picking a random hall he ran away from the fighting.
("Herr Hauptscharfuhrer!") turning at the call. Jürgen spotted the men, gathered around a blown out wall as they held back the reds. ("Jürgen! This way. Hurry up before we're cut off.") called Detlf as he hefted a DP-24.
Reaching the gathered men, he took immediate action. As he quickly ushered them outside of the building. "Run." Was the well spoken order. Running through the twisted remains of the rail yard. Jürgen could still hear the gunfire behind them. But, that lone howl, from those beasts spurred them to move faster.
Tired and out of breath, they crawled into a knocked over smoke stack. Coming out, inside a canning factory. "Spread out. Find a suitable place to rest." Barked Detlf, as he hefted the Russian DP-24.
Walking a few paces Jürgen stopped as he turned around. "Can one of you explain what happened out there?" Shifting the strange gun, around his grip once again. He was still confounded by this bizarre thing.
"Looks like they're still holding onto this area." That voice came from a panting Uwe Krause. The Wehrmacht soldier holding onto a SVT-40. Taking in a deep breath. "The bastards still fester in this part of the city." Leaning against the wall. "I wonder how many times we've tried to take back that little area?" He questioned out loud.
"Since, when we where pushed away from the Volga. And forced to detonate the fuelling silos, so that the Russians couldn't use them." The Romanian spoke up, hefting a MP-40 into his grasp. "We had to abandon our defensive position, cause our panzer barely had enough petrol to leave the square." Jürgen caught onto his words like bait to a fish.
Turning his gaze, towards the Romanian. "Dominik." Speaking slowly, "What was the model of your panzer?"
The boy looked at him, then towards the ground as he furrowed his brows, thinking deeply. "It, was the mark IV F2 I think." Shifting his seating posture he leaned his head back closing his eyes for a moment.
Seeing the tired boy, Jürgen shifted his sights at his men seeing the fatigue in their body and spirit. "Rest up. We leave within twenty minutes." Hefting the stolen gun he walked out of the room. He was soon followed up by Uwe.
Walking together in silence, Uwe broke their silent walk, when they where sufficiently far enough. "What where those things?" He asked. Jurgen only tilted his head slightly towards him. "Our captors. They looked human..."
"That. Herr Obergefreiter. Are a type of subspecies upon this world. Right next to humans." He raised his hand, stalling Krause. "Yes Obergefreiter. And no. I will explain everything to you all. Once we get out alive. We have very little time on our hands, and it's running short." They both came across one of the many empty storage spaces. But a victorious grin came across his lips.
There standing in the middle of it all was the most beautiful thing. Sprawled around the iron frame and standing neatly within iron casings where 28/32 cm rockets. The framework stood there unmolested and he spotted a Sd.Kfz. 251 already hooked up. Walking towards the machine, he popped open the hood, looking at the engine. A scowl came across his features all the while slamming his fist into the steel body. "God dam, rats!" Slamming the hood down, he rushed around the improvised mechanic shop. Opening crates and steel boxes, his frustration growing steadily, reaching up from every empty shelve or cabinet.
"What's going on here?" Asked Detlf standing next to Uwe. Watching Jurgen rummage through everything, then he kicked an oil gun as it clattered away.
"I hate this god forsaken city!" Yelled Jurgen, his face flushing red. "I hate everything about urban combat, I can't go two weeks!." Raising his fingers at Detlf and Uwe. "Without some blasted rodent, eating the wires or the fuelling line." Storming off into another room. Both Detlf and Uwe looked at each other.
Waiting until he left, Detlf spoke up. "What happened too you Jurgen?" Uwe gave him a sidelong glance, seeing this he sadly shook his head. "Jurgen didn't usually have random fits of anger like this. Don't get me wrong, he still is... but not to this degree." They stayed silent. "Come on let's load up this Half-track."
With great force, Jurgen easily ripped off the hood of a blowout half-track. His eyes quickly scanned the engine, seeing what he could salvage. Carefully and with delicate hands he manoeuvred around the tight space removing wires and its radiator. After argues working, he lifting the heavy parts without strain, walking back, his features shifted towards a deep trancelike of reminiscent. His gated walk, slowing a bit. "You seem like a man that's deep in thought Herr kommandant."
Looking over his right. "Helmut." Was his quick reply. The Einsatzgruppen walking alongside him, but Jurgen caught the look in his eyes. "You seem upset Herr Kommandant." Shifting the parts that he carried, as a thoughtful Look, came over him. "Or, is it the Untermensch you've met today?" He didn't miss the flash of anger washing over him. Nor did he miss how his fists gripped his rifle tighter, hearing the wood creak.
A smile came across Jurgen as he watched him. "It's disgusting." His words, low enough for Jurgen to miss. But he kept that smile. "It's against humanity, a plague worse than the Jews and the communist party." The words carried a bitter hate in them. A hateful breed, that could only come from the Ostfront against the Reds.
Shaking his head ruefully, a bitter smile replacing the last one. "Yet. We cannot act against them, once we return to civilization." He stopped, making the other to follow him. "We will act civilized and pitch ourselves as veterans that are retired. Or honourably and dishonourably discharged." The mans face, made a sour look. It's as if he tasted stale bread. "Do not give me that look Helmut." Pointing at his look, but a cruel smile soon came. "But. We can use our only time, to let it out. Our frustrations on anything, inside this forsaken graveyard. This city has the capacity for it." Walking again he stopped just out side the shed. "A few more bodies and blood can contribute more from the past year." With that said he walked into the shed leaving behind the Einsatzkommando. Never seeing the small smile on him, along with that gleam in his eye.
Jurgen paused at the queer sight before him. Fritz was there with his rifle raised at the Faunus. A Faunus, that was sitting on a crate with a distant look. Blood was running down his forehead as his canine ears flicked in distress. His bleeding head was mixing into his clothes. "I'll ask again Untermensch. Why are you here!" Detlf was walking around the boy. His face set in stone. But the boy paid no attention, just sitting there silently.
Shaking his head, Jurgen stepped forwards. Making sure that he put more weight, into his gait. That garnered the attention from all of them. "Tell me Detlf, how did this..." he trailed off when he got closer. They where both looking at each other. But the boy was looking at him with a more attentive look. Jurgen didn't miss the flicker of recognition, sparked within the dogs eyes.
Quietly, he waited as the boy opened and closed his mouth like a fish. His eyes trembling in fear. A fear that the men felt all too familiar. But it didn't earn him sympathy from the men and Jurgen. Who began to bare his teeth "Speak up!" The Faunus jumped as he refocused his gaze. "You better talk now. Mutt. Or I will put you down where you stand." The threat was thrown and the dog began to babble as a wild-Look over came him.
"Y-you have to help me save them." Jurgen was surprised, hearing fluent German coming out of his mouth. "Please help them!" He moved his hand forwards grasping him by his uniform. The boy missed the threatening gesture from Fritz.
Jurgen looked down at this abomination. "No." Came the stiff answer. Pushing the boy away. He was too stunned from the answer as he fell backwards sprawled out. Pushing himself up the desperation was clear. A sneer crossed his lips as the Faunus tried again. "Please help them I-I-I can give you information!" His voice cracked. "Atlas and Vale are looking for that right?" A strained smile came across his muzzle. "I ca-can give you where we operate. Valuable locations!" With more words escaping from his mouth. It put Jurgen off, as the day was straining his already tired patience. "I know whe-" with fluent motions he raised the stolen pistol at his head.
The young Faunus stopped mid speech, as the cool barrel, was pressed hard against his head. "The only reason, that you're breathing and alive, for this long. Is that we both, speak the same language, and that you look like my countrymen." The boy began to open his mouth. But Jurgen simply put more pressure. "I'm, giving you the chance to leave. Do not waste it." He hissed out.
Releasing the pressure against his head. The strange weapon, gently resting at his side. "Ple-Please." He tried again, but a yelp escaped his throat. As Jürgen's fist struck him across his head. "Weapons, money!" He finally screamed out, as tears began to freely fall from his face.
Before he could fully pull back his arm, the words registered within his head. Money. weapons. Tools and resources that he desperately wants. Lowering his arm, his men looked at him. Jürgen simply stood there, planing the corse that he will lead. "Fine!" He growled through his teeth. The men looked at him with surprised looks.
Turning away, Detlf and Fritz walked alongside him. "You cannot be serious. To help them." Hissed Detlf as they continued forwards. Jürgen didn't say anything. But Detlf pushed him into the stone wall. "Why are we helping them." Was his simple question.
With his back on fire, Jürgen gritted his teeth as a low hiss escaped. "Detlf." He pushed out, gripping the bigger mans arm. Detlf was forced to let go of Jürgen, as he reaffirmed his grip. "I'm letting you go without consequences Detlf. But, do not let this, become a reoccurrence." Letting go, Detlf was quick to rub at his arm, he looked at Jürgen then nodded his head. "And the reason. We need Deutschmarks, tools and equipment from here. And maybe where ever that dog is hiding them." Still walking they stopped at the half finished sd.kfz. 251. "Get some rest. When I'm finished with this. We're going." Nodding, they left. Leaving him alone with the 251.
Taking in a deep breath, and counting until he could no longer hear anyone. With a growl of frustration, swinging his fist into the steel body. The feeling of warped metal, beneath his knuckles only infuriated him further. Swinging again he shifted his target into the brick pillar. Only too feel a dull throb. That fire inside him was burning greatly, a fire that was out of control, running around and growing steadily. Until it came through his throat as a roar. His entire arm was ablaze, his eyes turning into that red inferno. The sound of crumbling stone and the loud bang registered through the haze.
Panting lightly, the pain finally came through his teeth. Looking down at his fist, blood was freely flowing the skin broken with long gashes. Moving his fingers made him wince, but when he was having a closer look. He froze, seeing the torn skin mending themselves. Taking the chance he looked towards his target, or what was left of it. A bitter smile came over him along with a dark thought. Shaking his head, he walked back towards his unfinished business.
The repairs where long and argues that he had to replace several wires and clean out the nests left by rodents. The sounds he made where accustomed, with the ticking time he was left with running low. But it was soon disturbed with a different sound, slowing he carefully listened.
The Foot steps where coming over his right shoulder. They where light, too light to come from any of his men. Stopping immediately, he drew out the gun pointing at the now startled Faunus. The boy stopped when the gun was at rest, pointing towards his chest. "I should shoot you, where you now stand." He called out bluntly. Never letting his stance to rest.
Leaning over, the gun was lowered towards his chest in response. "What are you working on?" Raising his brow at the question, he simply moved aside allowing the boy a closer look. All the while the gun never left its target.
Keeping his distance and with a non-committed shrug. "I'm trying to revive this old girl. But the mice and rats got to her." Gently he swiped the gun towards the right. "Now. Move yourself into that corner and be a good boy." The Untermensch let out a low growl as he bared his teeth. Jürgen simply wagged his finger side to side. "Ah, ah, ahhh. None of that, or else you'll be put down like a rabid dog." His growl lowered his ears flattening further as he took an involuntary step back. "Now, be a good boy, and sit."
With a satisfied look, Jürgen watched him sit on a box with his arms crossed. "Fuck you." He called out. Jürgen simply shrugged his shoulder as he spotted Uwe crossing the empty hanger.
"Watch him for me. As I get her working again." Turning back, he tackled the work before him.
"Yes, Herr Hauptscharfuhrer." Jürgen just simply ignored the tone coming from Krause. Too much hanged onto his mind, time running out and the thin line between his men. All of it could unravel in a moments time.
It was getting to Jürgen. The stress mounting, and that dog sitting there, watching him work. "You're going to need my help." Startled, he lost his grip. The feel of steel biting across his knuckles. With a muffled curse, he looked over to the Untermensch. "I can help you speed this along faster." Walking over, he stopped a few paces away digging through one of the many boxes.
Grabbing a few rags he began to wrap up his bloody knuckles. "No" was his response. The dog only looked at him, a scrutinizing face looking at him. "Just be glad you're not dead. Rotting in this forsaken graveyard." A strange noise emanated from his throat. Jürgen could only look on with a curios brow. "How are you making that noise?" The words left his mouth, before he could registered it.
The Faunus watched him for a bit longer, a look that Jürgen seen on Ivory's beautiful face. "Fine. But be a good boy and hand me those cords and fuel line." As the dog handed him his requested items he quietly worked on the Sonderkraftfahrzeug for the coming hour.
AN
Holy smokers am I late with this. I was watching something about world building on YouTube. and it had me thinking more on the environment of remnant where I could build on the world for a power dam and places rich in materialistic needs for Jürgen. But I'm on the final stretch for this and we are off into the world. Next chapter blood will be spilt. Oh and one more thing please point out mistakes. It helps a lot