Returning to the grave final
With the Faunus leading them through the train yards, Jürgen was careful to keep his new machine pistol 40 at his guides back. Just waiting for him too slip. The day was waning and he felt frustrated at his predicament, he had to leave Detlf, frisk and Dominik at the bank. Loading as much as they can and meeting them at there final stand against Stalin's rabid attack dogs.
Which left him with Uwe Krause, Helmut and Fritz. The three of them where adamantly against this plan. Jürgen was displeased with him self, bending his own knee at the plea of this dog before him. Again he felt that bitter disappointment his father would give him. Gritting his teeth at this dealt out hand.
The boy in front of him still leading them through the yard. But his eyes would always travel up. Up to those light red tuff of fur, poking out of his messy auburn head. The way they swivel around, only stopping at the sounds, 'he' could hear. It bothered Jürgen greatly, the only early warning system that he could rely on was in front of him.
The boy slipped backwards, huddling himself tightly into the train cart. As the rest followed his movement. "What did you hear boy." Pulling the charging handle slightly back, Jürgen was glad to see a round ready, and waiting for the trigger to be pulled.
Stone and steel creaked under pressure, the sound of claws racking against steel. It was unnerving, so much that he wanted it to be a Soviet. Long white claws gripped the boys cover, the Hellish beasts eyes searching the grounds, it's nostrils flaring with every huff. Holding there breath's as he prayed for it to move. Another snarl and the beast was pulled away with a whine, and it was immediately followed up with a scuffle.
Pulling back, Jürgen grabbed the dog by his collar. He bit down on his own tongue, as he was lead away. Being pulled away far enough the boy finally snapped. "Let me go." Hissing through his teeth, he swatted Jürgen's hand away. "Stop treating me like a-a, some hound." He finally spat out, pushing Jürgen's hand away from him again. But he broke through his feeble defence, harshly he was pull closer towards Jürgen's face.
Readjusting his grip, he pulled him closer, his teeth bared as he finally spoke. "Shut up." Harshly whispering, he shook him. "If our situation wasn't as treacherous as it is." He pulled the dog along with him into cover slamming the boy into the wall. "I would've put a bullet into your head." Slowly, he relented his hold. "There are several, reasons your alive. And not rotting in the streets Untermensch." Letting him go, Jürgen ruffly handed back his rifle into his chest.
Fumbling with his rifle, he look up into Jürgen's cold icy blue eyes. "Why?" He quietly whispered, the two men behind him turned around to stare at his back. Many motions ran through him so quickly that he hadn't the time to distinguish them before he spoke low enough only he could hear.
"You're a Faunus. With Canine attributes, are you not?" He spoke watching him closely. With a slow nod of his head. "I'm treating you as how I handle our loyal guard dogs." The boy only glared at him more, but his ear quickly flickered towards there left. Which prompted Jurgen to look that way. "See." He whispered, both of them looking through the blown out hull of the train, watching the beast sniffing a few meters away. "As much as I hate, our temporary truce. We need each other, more than ever." Backing away, pulling the Faunus with him. "Work with us; boy, or your friends will perish at the hands of the Bolshevik's." Fumbling with his weapon, Jürgen simply pushed him aside as he took point.
Crawling through the wrecks in the train yard. There pace was agonizingly slow for them. With the amount of those beasts turning up, forcing them out of the yard and into the many buildings. "Where the hell are these bastards coming from" growled out Helmut as he ducked away from the opening. As claws racked against stone and steel, it was soon followed up by the beast growling. Jürgen and his men held there breaths waiting for it to make a move, slowly he disengage the safety with a quiet click. He flinched at the sound, turning his sights down at his own weapon, looking at it, as if it insulted him.
But the hound turned away immediately at the sound of gunfire and screaming men in the distance. "How-how are you guys so calm about this." Breathed out the Faunus.
A short snort left Helmut as he retook his position. "There's some fear against Cerberus kin." Jürgen spoke up, leading them underground. "But that's starting to be over shadowed by my hatred towards their kin." Stopping he motioned for Helmut to help him lift aside the drawer blocking their path. "Humanity shouldn't be cowering behind walls, we should be taking the fight to them!" He growled through his teeth, as the way was cleared.
Walking deeper into the tunnel Uwe took the lead with the Faunus just behind him. "That's impossible." The dog spoke up. "They've tried it once. And they lost that bet."
They stopped at a four way junction. "Then I will take, that as a challenge." Turning around, the dog looked down at the short man. "Mark my words men. We will bring death towards these creatures. We will give them the true meaning of fear and extinction." Zeal was dripping off of his breath as his blue orbs turned into the bloody red. His right hand glowing with embers, as he tightly grasp it, into a fist.
Before anyone had the chance to talk. Gunfire ripped them away, as stone and wood splintered next to Jürgen's head. With a single spark he fell sideways, landing hard into the ground. "Jürgen!" Called out Helmut as they returned fire.
When he fell back down into the cold ground. He was reminded again of this peculiar pain. Stunned and cowed like a petulant child, the sheer amount of shock freezing his soul. He was pulled out of it, when he was roughly pulled backwards. "How is he." He heard Uwe and his machine pistol barking.
Who ever was checking him was rough and panicking. Blinking out of his trancelike state. He swatted the hands away from him. "Oh thank dust, you're okay." Through his scattered sight he was met with the eyes of the Untermensch.
Without pleasantries he pushed the dog away. Pulling himself and his weapon to bare. Growling he stepped next to Helmut, "Where are they" he hissed out. Before he could even speak, he ducked back as stone was chipped away. Grabbing the potato masher from Helmut's waist, the man was surprised, feeling the stick grenade easily sliding out. beginning to twist the cap off and with a flick it clattered away. With it free he pulled the white cord, allowing a satisfied hiss.
Counting within his head, he swayed the grenade back and forth. Until he tossed it down to his attackers. It was followed by a surprised cry of granata but it was drowned out by the explosion. Feeling the concussive wave and ear shattering sound bouncing off the walls Jürgen was the first one to charge the enemy. The Machine pistol 40 barked out before him as he charged down the hall, his ears screaming out from the closed hall trapping the sound longer.
Breaking through the lock, he found two Red army troops huddling into their cover. Lifting his boot he struck the first, with the man on the ground he emptied what was left in his magazine into the red soldier. With a click from his MP40, he readjusted his grip on his weapon as he dove into the last one. Slamming the metal body into the Russians helmet knocking it off with a metallic clang. But Jürgen still put pressure into his attacks with his makeshift bludgeoning tool, he could feel his hands burning, that fire within him becoming stronger. Dropping the gun he wrapped his hands around the beaten Russian, squeezing his throat tighter.
Looking into the man's eyes. No the boy's young eyes, did not change anything within Jürgen's actions. All the hate and anger he bled into his hands. The boy beneath him struggled weakly as he tried to claw at him punch him with his fleeting strength. "Die. Mutt." Was his final words to the boy beneath him as he felt his life slipping away.
Waiting for a few more heart beats, Jürgen sat up as he looked around him for the first time, seeing his men finishing off the others. That is until he met the fearful gaze from that Untermensch. Looking back at his handy work he spotted the Soviet PPSH 41 next to him. Grabbing it by the strap he hulled the sub machine gun into his hands as he popped the stick mag out. Shaking it lightly he frowned at the weight of it, slapping it back in, he ruffled through the boy's coat finding more magazines but none of the round drums.
With a huff he stood back upright; until he let loose what was left in the gun into the body. "By the maidens. Stop it!" Cried out the Faunus. Turning to look at the dog, he found the mutt holding onto his ears, desperately hiding or drowning out the last sound of a screaming man that Helmut was currently gutting.
"Helmut!" Barked Jürgen. "Finish him off already; we still have more ahead of us." Dropping the empty magazine with a muffled clatter. He winced slightly, taking note of that ringing in his ears. "I'll fight on any battlefield. But urban conflict; I hate how it amplifies the shooting." Grumbling he stepped past the dog to pick up his helmet. With a tired sigh he looked down at the piece of metal, turning it within his grasp there was a new scar along the upper right side. Just above his Schutzstaffel insignia. It may not survive another hit around there but.
Flipping the helmet in his hand he tossed it into the Faunus hands. "Put it on, it may save you're life." Walking over to a new Russian corpse he leaned down to pry off the steel helm. With a scowl crossing his face seeing that red star. Swallowing his disgust towards the steel sheet, it was a tight fit on his head. But it was better then nothing. Looking over his men, they where ready to move on. When his eyes landed on the Faunus seeing his steel helm on top of his head hiding those unnatural ears.
Pulling back the charging handle to see if there was a round ready. Seeing nothing, he pulled all the way back to lock it. Turning his sights back up he smiled at the dog. "You look better with that helmet on. Hides away those ears of yours. Almost makes you look like our countrymen."
The Untermensch winced at the remark. Almost like Jürgen had struck him across the head. "Come on men, there's still more rabid animals that needs to be put down." With a clack his machine pistol was loaded. Taking point was Jürgen and then the dog right behind him. Both where moving differently from one another as the Faunus had a skittish step and jumping at shadows. Jürgen and his men where steady but they where like dogs with there hackles raised. Gripping there guns tightly as they watched every thing around them with suspicion.
With a sudden burst of screeching static they all jumped at the sound. The dog trying and failing to pullout the radio in his chest piece. With the thing letting out that terrible sound, the men became more paranoid and aggressive with there already strained nerves. With the radio freed from its confines it bursted out a quick spew of Russian. ("Demons are attacking us-") it was cut off as the Faunus turned off the radio.
Before he could blink the radio was taken out of his grip, seeing the Atlegion fiddling with his radio. ("How do I turn this thing back on?") he demanded In German. With quick movements the radio rang to life with foreign language. But when he looked at the Atlegion there was a face of focus and a hint of anger.
That hint, was growing more and more murderous as more words came out of the radio. "Fritz take Helmut with you. Head down this path until you hit the second pipe go right, and it should take you near the maintenance bay. Uwe and I, along with the Untermensch will move ahead to get into the main building." Without wasting any more time they immediately split off. All the while the Faunus was lost at what was going on around him.
Before they could all separate , the Faunus had to pick up his pace. To be along side both Atlegion's ("You can't be serious Heer Hauptscharfuhrer.") hearing the words, he quietly crept closer to hear what they where saying. ("We should just leave them to their fate. Let the bolshevik deal with them.") the shorter man stopped as he grabbed his subordinate by his collar. Hoisting him closer. ("If you haven't noticed for the past week; we are surrounded on all sides. " ) calmly letting go he walk further down the tunnel. ("Oh, before I forget herr Kameraden. Do not waste more of our dwindling time, we cannot lose our chance.") stopping short from a toppled drawer. Moving the furniture aside he brought up his pilfered weapon.
Walking into the open room the Faunus couldn't help his fear grow. Never in his lifetime would he walk amongst grounds that suffered from true conflict and the smell, by the maidens the smell was horrible. All around him he would've sworn that the movie's he'd seen where gruesome. But it was nothing compared to actually living in one.
With a harsh pull he was yanked away from the open and landing right next to the strange Atlegion's. ("Get down Untermensch, or you'll kill us.") staying quiet he heard four voices speaking in a guttural and harsh tone as there boots stomped close by, fading away as they went. ("We need too hurry up so we can give these bastards a farewell gift.") spoke Jürgen again, loading his stolen gun.
Moving slowly through the crowded building, taking routes that surprised Helix when they where forced though a hole that a toilet used to occupy. But his ears where always flickering left and right from the many sounds that the Russians where making around him there screams echoing though him and around. "Let her go you fuckers!" His ears snapped towards the front. He noticed that Atlegion always watching him saw his movements and how quickly his ears faced in front of them.
Without a word he moved forth taking point. As the others took up positions around the broken wall, poking their guns through holes or in between gaps. Jürgen pushed the door gently as it swung out. Helix watched them moved and how the main Atlegion pulled out his knife. On the other side Jürgen spotted the commotion as a young girl was struggling within two of the men's grasp. He couldn't hold back the sight when one of them had a clear line of blood dripping down his left. ("Hold her down. The bitch deserves what's coming to her.") the one that was bleeding drawn out a knife.
The sight made Jürgen mad, because in his hand was a youth knife. Stalking closer he made it just close enough to leap up to hold his arm and thrust his blade into his side, easily slipping through without hitting his rib cage. The one in front of him didn't have the time to act as Uwe slid his own knife for the clean kill. both Russians struggled for life but the Fatherland's son's where unyielding in there hold. Twisting his knife further the man in his grasp dropped the knife.
With there life leaving them, both Men dropped the bodies aside. Leaning down he picked up the youth knife seeing the red and white diamond with his homelands insignia and the Moto on the fairly clean blade Blood and honour "H-Helix?" Turning towards the sound both Jürgen and Uwe saw the young woman in between them, just barely covered but his eyes was more firmly on what was protruding out of her bottom was a dirty red tail, and the ears that where firmly laying against her head.
The fear in her eyes was palpable as she tired to crawl away from the two men until Helix came up to her. "Alloy, hey alloy I'm here. It's alright, I'm here" no matter how hard the boy tried the girl was still fearful of them. Without a word, both Germans moved outside as Jürgen took point.
Walking a few paces Uwe came back as he stalked right beside him, holding up a satchel right next to him. A small smile came to his lips seeing its contents or better yet the long cord attached to it. "Excellent, this will do more then we can hope to achieve." Continuing there attack.
("Report.") Stopping from the harsh order so close to them. Holding his breath and moving lower into the wall as more came over. ("Commissar. Those monsters are ripping us apart, and we lost contact with the high command.") There was a silent pause that made Jürgen uneasy and itch. It was quiet enough to hear the distant gunfire and cries.
("Take a few men with you. And do not come back here until you make it to our forward post. Understand.") growled the Russian commissar. Not long after that, the sounds of boots started to hammer away from him and Stalin's war hound. ("Now to take care of the rest of the filth")
Peeking out of cover and down the hall, watching where the tall heavy coated Russian went. His eye started to twitch as he spotted two pairs of auburn ears fluttering as his target vanished further. Then watching the two follow afterwards. ("He better be dead when I get there") Grumbling under his breath, but stopped immediately as to why, he was following after him. Yes the money is one of them but the bank had that in droves, guns what could he do with them, when this graveyard had so many just laying around and in caches at key locations. Stopping just before the turn, he contemplated on why and what his needs are. But it was soon silent as he heard that chilling howl over the gunfire.
Yes, he was afraid of them, only when he was alone and without cover. They prowl the streets, claiming every inch of territory for themselves. Shaking away the thoughts he moved again following where the Untermensch disappeared to. Finding the lone dog hiding behind a pillar with a terrified look and his ears straight as a radar tower pointing at a door. Without warning and grace, he rushed the door. Dumbfounded and scattering after him as the door slammed open with cries of confusion and anger. ("That dam mutt, better be dead before I get my hands on him.") raising the papasha the gun let off a quick burp at the first Russian he saw and quickly changing targets. Letting the sub machine gun burp at anything he deemed a threat. But was soon quieted down as a shell failed to eject properly. Dropping the gun with a lunge, he plowed into his target, both struggling to gain a more fitting hold.
With a swift blow Jürgen felt the force connected into the Russian, again he shot out with a meaty thwack. All was gone around him as hate started to fill him, suppressed anger and true hatred that can only be born from the depths of one's heart. Blood splattered his face and a swift kick knocking him over, the drive he was in was automatic grabbing the closest thing he held. A fist rang bells but his target was struck with broken wood. Falling over he pulled the boy up seeing that blasted red star and that uniform. Holding each other the young Strelki tried to push and beat Jürgen but he stood up hoisting the boy with him, a yell escaped from both of them as they ran into the wall. Huffing and taking a few breaths he looked up at his opponent, impaled through and gasping for breath.
("Now stay here; and die like the dogs you are.") Walking away from the gurgling boy, as he tired and failed to grab Jürgen. Stopping at the now cowering Dog along with his ilk. "Remember this pup." Looking deeply into the dog's eyes, and pointing at the still alive Russian. "Prey that your precious little group don't start a war." Walking past him, Helix folded his ears further inside the helm but the sound of bones cracking and the screams behind him didn't help, but that Atlegion kept talking. "Because this war that you've been thrusted upon is what the Human race is capable of!"
"Stop it! Stop, please just stop. By the maidens please stop." Cried out Alloy her face trying to hide away from the brutal beating.
Whirling around the still furious Schutzstaffel walked closer towards them. "In war. You're gods will forsaken you, leave you unanswered and for dead." Slowly he stalked around them as they tried to keep their backs away from him. "This war, this one field of many have pushed and pulled us around, only to find that the true monsters the stories could tell are real." Grabbing onto one of the frightened Untermensch only to cut him free. "Get out of here before I change my mind. I've already have enough enemies around me." With a harsh kick the thing let out a Yelp that sounded like a mouse. Startled he looked at the one that made the sound to see that mouse writhing on the ground. "Get out of my sight. And you." Walking over to the dog he pulled him up. "Get them out. And you better get back where we're getting out of this hell hole." Shoving Helix aside he picked up the discarded PPSH41.
Stepping back into the hostile environment and surrounded. "Heer Hauptscharfuhrer." A calm Uwe came up to him with several bags filled with explosives. "You have everything ready?" He questioned. With a grunt of acknowledgment they both proceed deeper.
Stalking the halls several red's ran to and fro carrying boxes of bullets or supplies. An angry Commissar barked at the men as he held onto his tokarev ("Get those supplies and ammunition to the front those dam beasts are trying to break through our lines!") standing near one of the many broken and destroyed exits both Uwe and Jürgen stood far away and hidden with the slightest sound of a clock ticking down. Closing the pocket watch as the foundation shook and rattled from the charges. Allowing Cerberus kin to storm into the many holes.
Slipping back into the sewers leaving behind the panicked screams along with cries for mercy. If he listened closely he could hear the tearing of flesh. Moving deeper and away from the carnage, a flash of steel shook him out of his dark thoughts. The feeling of its sharpened edge resting against the jugular. It would only take one wrong move to kill him. "You're not getting away or going anywhere; Atleigion" standing still and steadying his breath waiting for the mouse to show itself. "You're going to take us, with you. Whether you like it or not." Stepping in front of him as the blade skillfully slid across the skin keeping in touch of his vital organ.
Deep within his soul, it was burning up to a slow boiling point, ever reaching closer towards a breaking point. "You're right Untermensch, I don't. You better keep that blade close to you; because we do not, have the time for this." Scratching and with the sounds of growling echoed behind the German soldier.
Without a word the mouse walked behind him before he gave him a harsh push forward. "Get moving, asshole." Jürgen didn't even move at the provocation. But it didn't stop the mouse to hit him much harder with the butt of the blade. "I. Will, leave you for the wolves." Grumbling he stood back up, leading the group out of the maze that was known as Stalingrad.
It was all the same as Jürgen lead them through the dead city. The only twist that worried him, was that Cerberus kin roamed the empty streets. And the one's he was leading, where the few mutants among them with visible evidence and those that could easily hide in plain sight. Slipping from the many debris, leftover from the shelling from both sides of their respective arms. It was then his sights fell onto that, 'thing' a true sickness of this world. A sickness that has manifested itself from a Jew.
The ears of the mouse flickered as Jürgen's hand cracked a wooden beam. A stahl helm blocked his view with the insignia of the Das reich's division. Blinking he looked at who was wearing it. To his surprise it was the auburn haired dog that stood behind him with a look of fear, but behind those blue orbs was a sense of determination and courage. "You're alright?" Looking past him, he pulled the helmet off, allowing his ears free range and motion. Jürgen stood there watching his ears move this way and that way, along with a subtle twitch as they sharply point out. "I don't hear anything that could be a problem." Tilting his head just enough to make eye contact with him.
Shaking his head Jürgen patted the boy on the shoulder. "There are thing's in this hell hole, that are hidden from your kind." Pulling the broken beam he tossed it into the room, it clattered and rolled twice before it was snapped in half by a bear trap. The red taint coated the viscous steel body. "This way." As they crawled through a burnt out home, he stood up as he helped them up to get on the second floor. Without a word he hulled up the surprised Helix and Alloy along with a reluctant Grey. But when it came to Adelina he was pushed aside by the German as he was hulled up and they both left him gobsmacked.
He watched them move away from the ledge hearing them get farther away. "Hey!" He screamed out. "Hey, I'm still here." Jumping up, his reach and height wasn't enough. Panic and fear started to seep in, ears flickering left and right at the now quite city. The sight was nothing he could ever prepare for. The games he's played and seen, could never replicate the unease he's feeling. "Don't leave me here." The words that escaped where quiet and low. The silence lingered in the air, no wind to push anything. But the smell was worse, that old coppery smell associated with rot. Sounds of rubble moving and rocks skittering next to him, swinging his gun at the nonexistent target.
"Adelina" looking up he saw Helix reaching down. With that dam able helmet covering his ears. Jumping up, grasping the offered hand to be pulled the rest of the way. With out warning, Adelina knocked the stahl helm off his head. "What the hell was that for?" His ear twitched at the steel clattering somewhere. His blue eyes watching Adelina closely.
Taking a breath Adelina pointed at him then where the helm went. "Why are you wearing the symbol we hate, and strive to topple?" He hissed, as both of their ears where alert trying to pick any noise.
Raising a brow, he moved away from Adelina to find the helm not too far away. "These aren't you're normal looking Atlegions, sir there..." stopping, he moved the steel around his hands. Landing on that white shield with the dual thunderbolts. "German." He said tossing the steel up catching it upside down, before gently resting it on his folded ears. "There different from other humans." Beginning his walk he lead his captain to catch up with them. "Jürgen. There Hauptmann, I believe that's what they called him." Jumping up he pulled Adelina with him. "All of them are different. The time I've spent with them, told me this." Stepping up and through a window he motioned for his captain to follow. "Don't go through the door. It's missing the floor."
Pulling himself through, Adelina nose twitched in agitation. As he pulled Helix down to his level. "Their Atlegion Helix." hissing through
His teeth, he pulled Helix closer as the smaller one having lost any of his calm. "Their the only one's in this world, that are the worst offenders to us. The ridicule that our own are subjected to in their lands." With a surprising amount of force Helix pushed the smaller mouse.
Separated and with room to breathe. taking off the stahl helm, he gave it to Adelina. "Take a look at both of the insignia's. And tell me straight that they are different. In fact look around us." With a grand gesture at the rotting and destroyed plot of land. "These guys are far away from what I experienced from other humans." A silence took over for a small period. "Well apart from them treating me as their guard dog." Grabbing his leaders hand he pulled him up a level. Finally catching up with the rest.
"You should have left him behind üntermensch. He'll just slow us down and attract Cerberus kin to us." Before he could explode, the last words spoken took the wind out his sails. He wasn't the only one to look at them with strange looks.
"Who the fuck do you guys work for?" Alloy finally spoke up, watching them with more apprehension than normal. Taking a few steps closer towards her kind. "You're not Atlegion, that's for dam sure. Who are you." One of the taller men was about to speak, but was cut off by a stern atlas command from the shortest man.
"That's enough time wasted, we have a little less then two hours to get out of here." Harshly speaking in valairan almost having trouble with some words. "Now let's eat out of here, where almost home." With a leap over to the next building he was soon followed after the other made the jump.
With a small giggle both boys looked over to Alloy. "Think he'll notice his mistake?" Shaking her head, and taking a calming breath. She made a running start, leaping gracefully onto her feet turning she motioned them over. Shaking his head a rueful smile came across his face. "She's right. Weather you like them or not we gotta keep moving to get out of here." Keeping up with them, Adelina had an apprehensive expression.
"You think they'll betray us at the end of this?" Shaking his head in the negative he once again pulled the helm off looking at the white shield with the dual thunder bolts. "Maybe. But one of them seems desperate for money and guns. And the others they want to get out of here fast." Dazed and seeing starts, falling onto the rough uneven ground.
"You what!" Those few words where shouted. Meekly Helix looked up at the furious mouse. Reaching down, he hulled him into a sitting position. "Tell me, and swear on your sister's life. That you didn't offer them that!" Spittle flew onto Helix's face, his ears folding further underneath the steel cover. "Helix." Again he faced away from his superior. "Look at me dam it." Finally making eye contact with a furious mouse. Never in his life would he get to see another coming close to his commander. "We need to do something about this. We're going to have do something about it." With an angry huff he left Helix behind.
Taking the time. He pulled himself out of the ruined home, trying to catch up with the rest. Walking by a lone man hidden away from their talk. Waiting for a few moments. Jürgen walked out of the hole, his eyes narrowing as both of them disappeared from his sight. He stood there silently never looking away, until the low growl of Cerberus kin took away his thoughts. "Come. Beast, I have some use for you." Jumping away from the swipe, he looked into those red hellish eyes. Again, it tried to strike at him. Only to miss him, the hell hound didn't like how it was being toyed with, all the while Jürgen was leading it to where he needed it.
Adelina and Helix finally caught up with the rest of the group, itchy, rust, grey, alloy and that Atlegion. But where was the other one?. Quietly he looked around to find the short man, but he wasn't able to see nor hear him. "If you're wondering where he went sir. He went ahead of us into that building." Calmly, rust pointed across from them towards a large three story building with a red tattered banner. In one of the windows there was a flash of light glinting from the setting sun.
"Looks like he found it." Standing up the Atlegion jumped down. "We'll meet him halfway." Walking through the mess of steel and debris. Walking past forgotten or broken armour. With a startled Yelp alloy tripped over a pair of legs and a rifle. She came face to face of what was left of a soldier rotting away. Looking down her hand was wrist deep inside the chest. But it also made the body lean forward, feeling the steel helmet bump into her. The sight of missing rotting flesh and what could be made made her back off falling onto her bottom. She let out the loudest scream she could get out. Working quickly the men where slow to cover her mouth.
"Idioten! Run dam-it run." Called an very angry voice. Pushing and pulling a very dazed alloy, they tried to make ground across the littered battlefield. All the while as city was awoken from deep howls and snarling from the empty streets. A burst of gunfire rang from their left as Jürgen took controlled bursts at the on coming hell spawns. "Uwe! Get to the rocket nest. Get them to the nest. We'll lose them from their.
Stopping Uwe pointed at one of the more heavily damaged areas that could count as city hall. "There, over there." Pointing he pushed the rest of them towards their objective. With a blast of smoke and falling debris landing onto them. Alloy let out another frightened scream from a severed hand brushing her. "Get me out of here." Jürgen jumped over a burnt out tank pushing her further.
"Don't stop now. Or you'll be dragged down to hell." Lifting her into his arms, he pushed harder than before. Behind them all matter of Grimm poured into the square, chasing the last life of Stalingrad. But the city still took life away from long forgotten mines and improvised explosive from both ideologies. Reaching the hall, panic began to seep into the Faunus as they tried to push the doors open. Kicking and pushing it, but wouldn't budge from the force. With a Yelp Jürgen pulled grey by the ear pulling him down. "Get down here now!"
An ungodly howl reverberated throughout the entire city and through Jürgen. But it stirred the others to fear, as they pushed and squirm through the hole. Pushing his way through and to the upper floor the hellish hounds where struggling against the barricades. The disturbing howl broke above the the others and the sound of skittering stone and the harsh squeal of steels and metal. Looking through the many gaps a paw reached in, forcing the hell hound back with a sharp burb from his Papasha.
With it gone his blood ran cold from the sight of the impossible large thing. Skittering along its eight blacken legs and white armoured shell lined with those red markings. Bloody beady red eyes hungrily locked onto their bastion. "Run, Run!" Taking his words they followed the two Atlegion up and out of the broken room. With a loud crash and trembling force stumbled them group.
With a huff, the mouse keeled over as he emptied what ever he had in side of him. "We cannot out run, nor can we hide from a death stalker." Stopping for the brief moment he pulled the mouse back. "Then we will send it back to hell then." With Confidence of a dead man. "We will buy you time to get to the cathedral. It's not to far from here just about four blocks from here." Nodding in confirmation Uwe pulled the rest off with him. Taking them through the destroyed hall.
Pulling the unwillingly mouse off with him. Pulling a potato masher from his webbings with a twist and a pull of a cord he tossed the stick Grenade into the crowded mob. "Grab a weapon mouse. And tell me what in gods name is that thing!" With a burp the bullets chased one of the hounds away. Steadily he walked back pushing the mouse back. "Come on mouse, tell me how to kill it." Turning fully around seeing the boy fully into his eyes, a sight that many beforehand held. That deep seeded fear of death that is assured. "Come on rat. Show me that defiance that you gave me." Pushing him through a hole he fell backwards landing with a hard thunk on the floor.
Jumping down the Faunus scramble away from where his boots landed. "We can't beat a death stalker with what we have." Slowly they where pushed back, with out warning Jürgen tossed a rife at Adelina fumbling with the wooden body. Racking the bolt a bag slapped his head, instincts had him grasping the pouch filled with lead rounds. "Even if we can pierce it we don't have enough to kill it... we need something bigger or something that can take it out with one shot!" Again Jürgen pushed him aside with a missed swipe from a Beowulf. Along with a burp from the machine pistol.
Again Jürgen manhandled the smaller mouse to follow him. "Then it's a good thing I know where to get a bigger caliber." Slamming his shoulder against the wood, they bursted through as the whole building shook and crumbled behind them. "Come on Untermensch. Put some god dam lead at them." With a click he tossed a potato masher behind them as it exploded
Running Jürgen jumped into a trench, moving through it, like a rodent in a maze. Following flawlessly the twists and the uneven floor, jumping over the dead or pulling the few grenades from the dead or munition boxes. The mouse was having problems keeping up with the Atlegion, with all the twists and jumping over holes or vaulting lover some debris. It didn't help either that Jürgen was tossing him stick Grenades. Tossing them behind them landing wherever they went.
They left behind a loud and messy scene, that attracted more of them, along with an Ursa, climbing over a husk of armour. The large arachnid made its cry keeping itself known and a threat that still needs to be dealt with. Pushing through the dirty trench works he spotted the one thing he hated in the red's arsenal. The lone truck that stood there, with its steel rack raised high into the skyline ready to unload those terrible things-screaming across. "Distract that thing, I may have a plan." Pushing up he vaulted over the top, tripping on a rotting corpse. The cry of the beasts had him crawling onto his feet. Eyes watching the truck more specifically the payload of the Stalinorgel. His skin crawled with fear at the faint sounds screaming over him. Slamming into the side of the truck without stopping, he felt that strange power within him moving into his fist. Feeling metal and steel bend around his hand without pain, pulling the entire door off.
Looking back, the mouse was struggling to keep the hellish creatures away. Dropping the door he fumbled for the keys but they weren't there, nor the firing key that could set them off. His body flared at a hidden danger, pulling himself deeper and kicking the passenger door open. The truck was tossed away with a mighty heave from the giant bear, flying through the air, it slammed into the wall with a spark. The light flaring from the toppled truck. With a hopeless look dropping his hands at the sight. "verdạmmt." a dejected whine with a splash of hopeless escape his throat, as he watched the rockets ignite and left with a howling scream.
Pushing his body into one of the many shelled out holes. Seeing a red streak that was followed by a smoking trail. The ground shook with a earth shattering bang, howls and the cry's of pain from Cerberus kin, and something more, feral. He hunkered down lower trying to bury his face into the stone bed. His body was racked by the force, his bones and teeth reverberating with the shockwaves washing around him.
His ears rang out, the throbbing pain pulsing across his skull. His focus swam around him, trying to stand up drunkenly falling onto his bottom. Lifting up a hand, watching them shake uncontrollably, the fear building up inside of him. A primal fear a deep seeded reaction, standing up, the area was gone in a few places. The cache, dugouts and the building was gone. Twisted steel sprouted wherever he looked, black ash dissipating with the settling dust. Fires eating away what was left behind as other starved themselves away. Again he stood trying to take the first step, his foot landed giving out swiftly. Slow and weak he slammed into the ground helmet bouncing off.
Something was off inside of him, it felt like he was walking through shattered glass, pain racking across his form. Gritting through teeth he pushed again, if he stayed any longer, he feared that the hellhounds will take this chance, to take him bring him to hell. No he'll not let that happen, standing he pushed through the pain and the foggy haze that clouded his mind. With a shattering screech the blood within him froze. Fear told him not to look, but he had to. The arachnid was thoroughly beaten, cracks lined it's shell a missing leg along with a few of them shattered. Hobbling away from the wounded foe, eyes roaming around the area.
Across from him was a long barrel pointing to the sky, it's sleek bore undamaged from the blast. Tired, sore and pushing through the pain, he hobbled towards his last ditch effort. Fear was bubbling with every step it took feeling the ground shake. Hissing or snarling with the wounds it received, undaunted it carried its masters work. Falling over and into the pit, the gun stood there like a beacon the form of a Flak 37 cannon. A loud screech washed over him, from behind the scorpion raised one of its large claws.
Bullets sparked around its cracked armour, biting into it's eyes and soft shell. The mouse jumped over, landing in front of the arachnid unloading what was left in the gun. "Keep that thing distracted." The mouse still shot at the beast, forcing it back. Leaning onto the steel form of the Heavy flak gun. Crawling along, opening the breach as a shell slid out still with its tip. Pushing the shell aside stepping over the empty brass and over the supports.
Finally he reached the seat, sitting down he reached for the two valves. His right arm rotating it as fast as he could, the long smooth bore levelling out. Jumping out he stumbled towards the box filled with shells. Pushing the cover, three shells greeted him comfortably in hay, their green tips meeting him. With a grunt he pushed more ammunition boxes open, being greeted with more high explosive shells. Finally he gave in, hulling the shell into his arms sliding it onto a basket. Pulling the breach open, shoving the shell home with a satisfying clack.
A Yelp and a body landing next to him drew his attention, the mouse was there, hurt and back against the crates. Jumping on the gun the scorpion was clawing it's way closer, rotating the guns mechanical gears. His heart was starting to race at how slow it was moving, at the rate he could feel his heart bleed into his ears, the constant thumping echoed into his conscience. the smooth bore moving agonizingly slow as the big target got closer. Turning away his eyes watching the sights align with the thing. Crosshairs right in between the many blood red eyes. "Würge an diesem du dicken Arschloch!" With a press from his foot, the gun fired with its comforting force the gun rattling his body. The shell ejecting with a metallic clang, jumping off he pulled another green tipped round, sliding gracefully into the breach.
Again he maned the gun, checking the sights before another shell left the gun with a loud echo. The force pushing against him, and pushing the beast backwards. It was alive still, but the damage was clear to see, it's armour cracking and missing its left claw. Yet neither sides where so willingly to back down. A smile came across him, through the pain and weariness, he felt that victory was vastly approaching his side. Sliding another shell, the Flak gun let out its ferocious roar with a huff of smoke. The beast let out a cry of pain falling over as it flailed about, breathing heavily, Jürgen leaned forward feeling the warm steel against his skin. Closing his eyes taking in what hell brought at him, and how he handled this task. "Gott mit unds" he whispered, a thing his father's have said. A chuff came to his throat, but all that came out was a boisterous laugh, a laugh that was hearty and long.
Through his laughter, he forgot about Adelina until he spoke up. "If you're done there, can you help me up."
Stopping, he watched the Atlegion resting against the big gun. It was unnervingly quiet for a shot time, his instincts picking up on something that was far more dangerous. His ears folding back and the hairs on his back standing on edge. And all of this was coming from the Atlegion. "You know." He flinched away when he spoke up. "I almost feel sorry for you... being cursed with such a dreadful defect." Now his entire body was screaming for him to run, but so many emotions ran across him, stilling him. "You believe, that I hate... what was it, that you call yourselves?" His demeanour was wrong, the way he talked was wrong.
"Fa-Faunus" was the stuttering reply, pushing him self more into the crates.
He stopped, just far enough, just enough room for both sides to escape and counteract each other. "Yes, that's what it was. Faunus." The way he spat the last word at him. It then clicked for Adelina. The sheer calmness and burning hate underneath that layer. "What-what are you talking about!" He yelled at the man before him, his animalistic side was screaming in fear. "What are you trying to say!" He called, his hand brushing the ground for anything.
A derivative chuff escaped him. "I'm talking about your kind." He spat out, a look of killing intent starring him down. "You're trait of a mouse, a disease that shares the same title of Faunus." His eyes moved to his arm watching it pull out a steel blade with Atlegion writing, and a black and red diamond shape, with a strange black cross with four points. "Untermensch. Is what your kind deserves. True subhuman, that deserves the worst that this world have to offer." They both struck out. But Jürgen was far more experienced, the steel biting through his opponents wrist. The blade puncturing through cloth and flesh.
A soft gasp escaped Adelina, his left hand gripping Jürgen by his shoulder claws digging through. "Mon-monster." He gasped out. A soft whine left him feeling the steel twist inside of him.
Tilting his head lightly he whispered into his big ear. "No Untermensch." Adjusting his grip, the mouse tried to pull a fast one. But he simply twisted the blade further. "No, consider this the start of a... ethnic cleansing for your kind." Pulling away they both looked into each other's eyes. One filled with fear and helplessness, the other, a righteous fury and a goal at hand. "I'll make sure that every trace is eradicated from the gene pool." With a final twist and move, the blade cut cleanly through his body cutting several important organs. "You will be the first... but, you will not be the last. This I swear." The mouse tried to defend himself but the gruesome attack left him weak and vulnerable.
With a final stab, he leaned back his uniform dirtied and splotches of blood mixing with his and the mouse underneath him. With a sigh, he stood walking away from his work. Shambling through the now quiet city, step by step was painful. His spirit was in shambles, he couldn't believe it. That he could truly feel this strange phenomena within him. It was new to him, an extension that he truly didn't have or could understand it.
His walk halted, a sound coming from his left. Turning he saw the Sonderkraftfahrzeug rolling towards him, a familiar face standing in the gun placement manning the MG34, the dog waved at him, a smile on his face. He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, standing aside as the Kraft rolled up next to him. Limping towards the back the doors opened before he could reach out, seeing that dog holding out his hand. He stood there, looking at the young boy in front of him with a smile, he let out a small laugh as he took his hand. Imagining a tail swishing to and fo.
Leading Jürgen inside the cab, Helix stood up turning this way and that way looking for his leader. "Where's Adelina?" Cupping his hands over his mouth he called out. "Adelina, come on we need to get going." Taking off the Sthalhelm ears rotating like a radar, feeling a soft tug from his leg, he looked at the German that was sitting.
Shaking his head he held a sadden look. Turning to see who was driving was Dominik. "Get us out of here. There's nothing waiting for us here, but death." Nodding his head the armoured transport moved along. With a curt command of "Sit." The boy sat down across from him. "The mous- you're, commanding officer died during the fight." Leaning back he tried to get himself comfortable, but he knew that it was a futile attempt. "Never I would have seen something so, bold and courageous from such a man." Through half closed eyes watching the boys actions and expression. "The amount he took down and how he held off that arachnid, along with a bear that was a late contender." Narrowing his eyes a contemplative look directed at him. "If your thinking that I've left him to handle all of that on his own, don't. I was busy setting up that fire ball that you could've seen or felt." Weariness pulled at him, but he couldn't right now not when it wasn't safe.
"The blast took all of them. But, that thing. After all of that, it was still standing." Helix shook his head in agreement closing his eyes as he listened. "The bastard was hard to injure, gave us a workout to kill it. Lucky for the both of us a eighty-eight flak gun was still standing." The transport stopped, shifting him horribly. "The dam thing managed to get in the killing blow, before the last shot." Opening the back doors they jumped off. "I am truly sorry for your loss." He waved his hand around them, the dead city. A city that was filled with nothing but death and decay. "This graveyard... this hellish pit known as Stalingrad, has taken more lives in human history."
Helix took off the helmet, allowing his ears to stretch out and scan around them. Sadness and fear was etched into his features. "Stalingrad?" He whispered, taking in the destroyed buildings and the amount of debris shells and wreaked hulls. "How many have died here?" Walking away Jürgen stopped turning just enough to see him.
"I don't know. Maybe thousands, or millions lost their lives, trying to take this worthless piece." Without another word, he left Helix there, still looking at the city. Walking into the church, the sight around him was now different. Bullets littered the ground blood stains decorated the place, but the most unnerving sight was the lack of bodies. Brass rolled across the floor, a silence that he welcomed.
"Heer Hauptsturmfuhrer." With a salute, Detlf stood in front of him with a stern manner. "Is it done." Requested Jürgen shifting his posture. The big man nodded his head. "All we are missing. Is this ride that you have promised." Nodding his head he moved towards the table that held a radio set, pushing and moving things aside he pulled out a flare gun. "If you see an aircraft, fire this into the air and she'll come in for a landing. make sure it's not in the minefield towards the west." With a salute, Detlf left with the gun in his hand.
Alone, and left to his thoughts, his eyes roamed the bloody hall. At the end of the altar was the map of Stalingrad, and yet placed in the middle, was the grand Iron cross from the commanding Officer. Limping over hand brushing the crushed pews, glass crunching under boots. The knife was embedded into the wooden wall, the red, black and white ribbon held the cross. Gently resting the cross in his hand he pulled the knife out of the map with a few tugs.
Cold, heavy and a symbolic piece of German pride. Brushing away the dust, the groves pushing against his thumb the Riech's insignia and the year it was earned. Sitting down, his mind wondered about, thinking about the long lines he made with his division. The amount of steps he made across Europe, and then into the motherland, counting the gaps made within his company. The weight of the cross resting on his palm.
Without warning, he was shaken out of his trance. "Jürgen. We need you outside, now."
With a heavy heart, Jürgen stood up on shaking knees. Looking around one last time he spotted the second floor. "Before we leave. I would like to take that experimental MG42 with us." The trip up the stairs gave him a more clear view of the cathedral's floor, dried blood and the many glittering empty shell casings. At the top, the Lafette mount was still in tact and the Machine gun still locked in with a hanging belt. "We don't have the time to do a field check, let's just grab the thing, and take whatever spares it has." Taking both sides they began to unscrew their respective points, neatly folding the legs and hooking a fresh munition box. A creaking step took their attention, Detlf drawing out his pistol at a surprised Helix.
"Whoa. Hold it, I'm not a target." Holding out his hands, Detlf didn't bother lowering his sights. Finger resting on the trigger. ("Detlf stand down and help me get this out of here.") a sharp command in German had his comrade lowering his stance. With a nod turning back to Helix. "Help us with this heavy equipment." A shake of his head Helix took the end as they made their way out.
Stepping out into the clear dusky sky, the fait hum of a Hammerhead had his heart leaping for joy. Knowing that safety wasn't to far off, the craft came down swiftly maneuvering enough to have the back entrance facing them. "Alright men, gather up all we need and stuff it into the Sonderkraftfahrzeug. I don't want to be back here anytime soon. In fact, I don't want to ever return here, the dam hell hounds can keep this bloody graveyard." The sound of metal scraping into each other, drew his eyes at the craft. The back doors lowering until it touched the ground, and standing there to greet him was a very anger Fleur.
"Who the fuck are they!" She screamed over the sound of the engines, all he could do was shrug his shoulders as he made his way over.
With a tired smile, he got right next to her hulling the mounted MG. "A couple strays, that I've picked up while is was searching." Pulling the gun further in, she kept pace right next to him still glaring daggers at him.
"And what is this doing on my craft?" She gave the Lafette a kick, rattling the case and mount. "Oh and let's not forget about that truck out there too and them." She pointedly shot her arm towards the half track his men and the Faunus, that where soon coming aboard.
Ignoring the blatant disregard towards the Machine gun, he stood up and took a seat as Fleur still rattled on with the unpredictable situation that was coming on. "Look. We can argue more about this at a later time, just get us out of here, and we'll discuss about compensation when we get back alright." Speaking softly he looked up at her, eyes conveying pleadingly for respite and for this day to be over.
She folded her arms underneath her chest, foot tapping the steel floor. "Get up." She commanded, anger washed over him for a split second but it was washed away from the past few hours of this hectic day. "You're not sitting in here, I want you at the front right next to me. So we can discuss about this problem."
Slumping forwards, hand against the building migraine above his eyes. Rubbing the sides, he looked up at the gathered crowd. Some with expression of doubt others with amusement but a few of his men with disapproval. Standing he tore off the pressuring helmet, tossing it into one of the Faunus never bothering to look back. Entering the spacious cockpit, Fleur was their, checking and fiddling with dials and controls. Without looking she pointed to the seat right next to her, with a tired sigh pulling the headset over and plopping onto the seat.
"You're god dam lucky we are not over the weight limit, where just below it." The anger was gone but not fully, it was their but buried under that professionalism. "Now. Mind telling me where you got them?" Feeling the craft lift off, a groan escape from his mouth.
"Look can we do this when we get back to safety?" Her eyes narrowed as she watched the horizon, contemplating whether she should or just leave it for now. "Look. I just want to know, where you managed to find Faunus out in that city."
Frustrated and tired his voice can out more aggressive. "I've found them tied up with the other inhabitants of Stalingrad, the Soviet's the red army, bolsheviks. The Fatherlands opposition the enemy party." Growling as he clenched a fist in front of him. "They got caught up and one of them decided to follow us. I tried to chase them off, show them that we were a threat."
A raise of her eye brow she looked into the instruments and navigation. "I really hope that they are not apart of the white fang." She finally spoke up. A small chuff came from Jürgen, grabbing her attention.
"Don't worry about them. It's my men you should be more careful about, if the Faunus make a move they don't like... you'll have to hire someone to clean up after them." Shifting around his seat, closing his eyes. "We are proud soldiers of the Fatherland Fleur. We are now flying a powder keg. But we have a mutual ceasefire agreement for now." Finally settling down, folding his arms around his chest. "Wake me when we are close, or if you feel like something's going to blow up back there. I've had a long day, and I want to see Ivory when I'm more functional." The hum of the craft and the soft buffeting winds took him deeper into his mind letting the last of his thoughts succumbed to sleep.
A/N
Yeah... I've been gone for awhile. Or more specifically fearful of this dam story. Not sure why I've chosen to write something that is basically Russian roulette.
But I wanted to give something or make something that follows or comes so closely to the Feared Waffen SS the way of life the way they think, fight. The crimes they have committed and the belief!
Feels like if I update or post more and this catches steam, that's more rounds into the chamber. But hey, I've put too much time into books, documents, letters from the frontline a few guns and YouTube. I will find and fact-check double check if I get it wrong.
I might as well keep pulling the trigger until if goes off in my head. I will not abandon this. That is my promise, if I don't update often considered it as taking off the heat. In a way. I'll get the next one a bit faster.
We will be with Ivory on next one. Finding out her mysterious enigma of a friend. And I might do a bit of cleaning up on this chap. I believe I've missed a few.