Remembering the Fallen:
Total Drama Holocaust
A Remembrance of the Holocaust Survivors
A/N: This story is mature for sexual themes, violence, and drugs. Do not read this story of you hate Jewish religion (I am part of it), World War 2, the Nazi's (them losing the war) or if you are a white supremacist.
Noah's Pov
I shot him before he had a chance to even try to destroy everything that's been made here. Are first thought was either Nazi's or thieves, but when someone wants to kill us, kill first and ask question later.
"What was that?" the leader asked.
Wait. That's Yiddish! Are these guys like us? So then why are they attacking people with the same cause. I then saw someone on the opponents side dragging another guy with a knife against his neck! Mutiny? Is this person kidnapped from are side? Wait... I examined him closer.
"Bridgette!" the kidnapped person screamed. "I came back like a I promised!"
That's Geoff!
Geoff's Pov
"If you lived here we can use you as bait to get everything here!" he said dragging me with a knife to my neck.
"You're crazy." I said spitting on him.
"Maybe, maybe not. I will destroy everyone in my way! No matter who!" he said taking the knife away to laugh like a maniac.
I took advantage of that, round house kicking him, making him trip, and fall to the ground, the knife falling out of his hand. Jumped and tried to grab it, but he jumped on me, trying to get it to. He started strangling me, and I hit my elbow on his face. I finally grabbed the knife, but as I tried to stab him, he grabbed my hands and the knife went into the ground. We when shared a bunch of punches, followed by some kicks, until we finally tossed and turned and he ended up pushing me to the ground, holding the knife.
"STOP!" he said.
"Fine, but you're making a mistake." I said smiling at whats behind him.
"Whats so funny?" he asked putting the knife closer to my neck.
He turns to find Bridgette holding a gun, pointed at him, and in tears.
"I lost him once!" she shouted loading it. "I'm not losing him again!" she said.
Just as she pulled the trigger, he pulled me up and instead of him being on top, I was. The bullet hit me!
"AGHH!" I scream.
"I'm sorry Geoff! Please forgive me!" she said crying even harder. She then runs to me and hugs me.
"I'll be fine." I said holding my arm in pain. The bullet went straight through my left arm and ended up hitting him in the head.
We then staggered back to the main place, greeted by many on my return, and to find out all the others on "my" side were either dead, injured, or they ran away, I was so happy. Now I am home. My real home. I then kissed Bridgette and we didn't stop until at least ten minutes passed.
"At least she'll stop crying." Gwen says as I get rushed to the doctor.
Home sweet home.
Note: This is not a real story, but based on real events of the Holocaust. All of the characters who are named belong to Teletoon and Cartoonnetwork. This is not intended to be racist but to be dramatic, romantic, and informative. Also, this will have more mature themes.