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Before we start this chapter, we thought we'd just point out that "Jude" is German for "Jew". It's slightly insulting though, so if you happen to see a Jewish dude, please (we beg of you) don't go up to him/her and say something along the lines of, "Yo! Jude! What's up?!" It just isn't right.

J271 Bella's number.

J264 Angela's number.

J265 Jessica's number.

J269 Lyubov's number.

Number The Jewish refugees had numbers tattooed onto their forearms because one) the Nazi Germans were extremely organized. Two) It IS against the Jewish law to get tattoos of any kind, so it was for humiliation too. Three) It's degrading to have your name taken away.

One person said the way this was written was strange or patronizing. We really hope not.

On with the story, hmmm?

Three Days Later

Bella POV

I whimpered as I lay down on my broken arm. I could tell the bone was completely shattered and broken in more than one place and that it would never be fully functional again, no matter what treatment. Now, I worked in the kitchens, helping the others. It was actually quite a nice job. I snuck food out every now and then. As I was drifting off into another one of my horrendous nightmares of my family's screams and cries, I heard a faint rustle coming from my good friend Jessica's too small, on the point of collapsing bed. I put it aside, knowing fully well that she was just going to watch the stars and think about her old life. I myself and the rest of my friends had done it so many times or other and it wasn't unusual. I was on the brink of a particularly terrifying nightmare when I thought I saw Angela get up and follow Jessica. But I could have been wrong. A fitful sleep drew me in.

Jessica POV

I hugged my knees to my chest, sitting on my cot, and felt a very strong wave of homesickness for my old life, school, friends, and family. I decided to go look at the stars. It was like peering at my friends and family, because surely they had risen up to heaven by now. I slowly stood up, wincing as I angered the deep gash on my calf I had gotten when I had fallen and brought down a young German soldier with me. He had been furious and had scraped my shovel along my calf. I hobbled out into the cool night and looked up at the sky, colored dark blue because it was lit with so many stars. Suddenly, the sky was even more lit up with a shooting star. I screwed my eyes shut, but they popped open when I heard a soft snap of a twig behind me. Had a German soldier followed me, maybe? I put it aside, and blamed it on a small animal. I wished: I wish my life was different, before the star was out of sight. Just as I had finished my unlikely wish, three Nazi soldiers swaggered up to me.

I could tell they were drunk. They were holding each other around the waists and shoulders, and their uniforms were reeking of beer and other alcohol. Their shirts and trousers were stained with splotches of soup and whiskey, no doubt. They were coming towards me. I backed away, frightened of what they could do to me and I unexpectedly felt the cold metal of the chain link fence behind me. Trapped. Two of the officers roughly grabbed my upper arms and dragged me to the other man. I protested, thrashing and trying to get out of their grip, but even as drunkards, they were strong. I went limp, knowing it was a futile attempt.

"What do you want with me?" I whispered. If this was how my life was going to be different, I wouldn't have made that wish. Now I knew what the phrase meant when it said, Be careful what you wish for.

END O' CHAPTER!

Ha…ha…just kidding.

"Come with us, Jude." One of the taller ones slurred.

I trembled, but nevertheless cooperated, though I didn't exactly have a choice. As we neared a neat little building, I could hear loud music coming from it and drunken laughter drifting outwards into the wind. I shivered. One of my captors mumbled drunkenly to me,

"Now, don't be like that. There's nothing to be afraid of. We'll take perfect care of you." I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes at that. Why start taking care of me now?

I shut my eyes and felt the two brutes drag me in. I could feel the tears coming, and I faintly heard the third one, who seemed to be in charge, to tell them to be gentler.

I was suddenly on my bottom, and I noticed I had been dropped by the entrance of the door. I decided I would rather go find a decent place to sit than just sit at the entrance where some drunken brute could trample me. I heard the whistles and shouts coming from the men as they took in my figure. I finally realized why I was here. I figured that I could make this work for me. If they wanted to keep me, then I could ask for safety in return. And possibly, I had always been envious of Bella, Angela, and Lyubov's friendship…

I had always been left out. Perhaps if I could get them killed…I arrived at what seemed to be the leader's table. James, Hitler's second in command. He looked up and smiled an alluring yet extremely creepy smile.

"Ah, Jessica. Sit down. Make your self comfortable." So now he wants me to be comfortable? Hah.

I was in no mood to talk, and I didn't feel like talking with this treacherous man like we were old friends. I got straight to the point.

"I know why I'm here, Offic-"

"Please, please. Call me James." He said lightly, poring him self more alcohol. I gagged inwardly. (A/N: James is drinking alcohol even though he's a vampire because he has to keep up the human façade. He's not actually drunk.)

"James. I have a proposition. In return for giving my body over to you, you will give me protection from the rest of the soldiers. But there is one more thing…"

The little shack practically shook with drunken laughter, and the music was drowned out. Everyone was laughing, except James, who had a thoughtful look on his face.

"You, Jessica dear, were actually correct. That is why I…we want you here. And I will accept that offer, you silly girl. And, you must be in perfect condition for me" He smirked, "…and everyone else. So, you'll get more food. But you must eat it here." My mouth watered at the mention of more food.

"But what was that thing you mentioned earlier? You wanted something else?" He pressed, leaning closer to me. I could smell the disgusting stench of beer on his breath. I had a feeling I'd smell that smell a lot these days.

"Yes, James. There was something else. You see, I'm "good friends" with J271, J264, and J269. But they always left me out, and that left me even more upset, angry, and hurt then when I was brought to this hellhole. So, I simply want them killed and gone. Perhaps…the gas chambers. Can that be done?"

"Most certainly."

Angela POV

I had followed quietly behind Jessica and her captors for a while now until they came to a small building, with loud music and drunken laughter. I had followed because I had a feeling that if things should get out of hand with Jessica and the three men, I could step in and save her. We were the ones who were going to need saving. I had followed and pressed my ear to the closed door of the hut and heard just enough of Jessica and James's conversation to know me and my two friends were going to die. When I had followed Jessica out of the hut, this was definitely not what I had expected to hear. Jessica wanted us…killed. Was this really how it was going to end?

It's time to wake up from the pleasant sleep. Time to see our nakedness and begin to weep.

The Forgotten People, Ted Pierce

Uh-oh. What do you think is going to happen? Jessica is going to have Bella, Angela, and Lyubov killed. –Wince- How will this turn out?! Now, we got very positive responses, but we also got some not so positive responses. We'll try to make this the last we say this. No flames. Please. You don't like the story and want to say something bad about it? Don't review don't flame, simple as that. Just scream into your pillow about how horrible the writing is. Hope you like the story, and if you have any questions, just ask us. We'll be happy to answer them. Thanks!

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