SO YEAH, RUDY LIVES INSTEAD OF LIESEL!

RUDYS POV

I woke up to the sound of explosions and the rumbling of the Earth.

What was happening? Then I realized with a sickening feeling spreading through me. The bombs.

Why didn't the cuckoo tell us? We we going to die. I flipped over and saw that I was on the floor. In my panic, I hadn't noticed. Every instinct I had told me to do something to survive. Then, I had an idea.

As fast as I could, I lifted my two siblings off of the bed and slipped them under it. It might serve some protection if the ceiling fell. It was a wonder they hadn't woken up yet.

Silent tears rolled down my cheeks as I lay there under the bed as I thought of as I thought of Liesel and how I would never get that kiss, I thought of my mother, I wondered if my father was okay and cried for my siblings because they would never grow up or even play soccer again. A tremor shook the house and something heavy fell onto the bed, it groaned with the effort of holding up the thing. I hugged my sleeping sister and cried as my world collapsed around me.

xXx

I could see light. The ground wasn't shaking. and there was a screaming pain in my right arm and a throb in my head, I could feel blood trickling down the side of my head. I looked over and saw that my arm was trapped under some rubble. I tried pulling my arm out, but it didn't work. It just sent a jolt of pin through my arm. I let out a moan of pain. I saw my sister who I was clutching in the night but, I didn't see the rise and fall of her chest. I couldn't see my brother anywhere. What had happened to them? I turned away, quickly, I didn't want to know.

I looked through cracks in the rubble at cracks of light peaking at me. Thats when I heard the voices.

"Help," I called, weakly. "Help," I called, louder this time.

"Did you hear that?" I heard a muffled voice say.

"Help! Help!" I said over and over.

"Hey! I found someone! Come on!" I heard scuffling footsteps and saw some rubble being lifted.

The little cracks of light were gone, but I could see the sky. The weight lifted off my arm.

There were soldiers, part of the LSE standing over me. They lifted me up and put me on a stretcher.

"My family," I croaked. The man looked down sadly at me and shook his head. He put me down, gently.

I looked at my arm. It was bloody and damaged. Probably very, very broken.

When the soldier walked away, I sat up and looked around. I saw my brother, Kurt lying there, the serious look wiped off of his face. I saw my mother, clutching at a bed sheet. I couldn't bear to look at their lifeless bodies, the breath sucked out of them.

I stood and walked through bricks and glass. My feet stung, I was covered in dust my hair was probably gray, no longer the color of lemons. I didn't care.

Then, I saw her. Liesel. Her dangerous brown eyes were closed. Her hair was in a ring around her head. I ran over and knelt next to her.

"Liesel?" I said, shaking her. No, this wasn't possible. Liesel was invincible. She was the Book Thief! She hid a Jew in her basement!

"Saumench?" I said and tapped her shoulder as if she might wake up any moment. "Book Thief?" I shook her. "Liesel wake up! Please! Liesel please!" I looked down at her. I wanted to kiss her. But I couldn't. Not like this.

My heart broke into a million pieces when I said, "Goodbye, Liesel." A tear fell onto her face, I realized that I was crying again. "Goodbye."

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