A/N: Characters may seem a bit OOC to you, but this is how I see them reacting (and acting) to a situation like this. I hope they're still entertaining anyways. Also, if you're looking for a story overflowing with testosterone and angry sex scenes, bordering on rape or even rape. Then you have the wrong story! I hate rape! And I it hate when someone forces someone else to do something they're uncomfortable with!
In this story, however, I do try to make the men masculine without being overbearingly so. I try to delve into their psyche and figure out how they work, and create a better character that way. And I can do angry sex scenes, so long as both parties are willing! And I also hate mushy, lovey-dovey, overly fluffy Inglourious Basterds stories, so there will be none of that in here. These are men here! Strong, in-the-army men! And should be respected as such. I will, however, write more lighthearted and romantic scenes that are considered fluff. Fluff is good. It's tender caresses and just enjoying the fact that your loved one is near, and every human being does that. Over-fluff is when someone writes a story and changes the lead girl character into a guy and calls it a day.
Warnings: Sexual harassment, nothing bad! Get your mind out of the gutter! Didn't you read my above statement!
Special thanks to Cutie Pie 9335 thank you for the wonderful review! It made me so happy, and being a newbie here reviews like your's mean a lot. And I hope you enjoy this next installment and I hope I did your favorite character justice.
Lt. Archie Hicox's Notes Part One
We've had a run of good luck lately; first with the success of operation Kino, then with coming across someone who was willing to hide us for a few days, but I can't help but wonder when our run of good luck will run out.
When I was first told that I would be a part of operation Kino I was, to be honest, ecstatic. But once I learned that I would be backpacking it around a Nazi occupied, French forest, with a bunch of Nazi scalping Yanks; not so ecstatic anymore.
When I first met The Basterds, as they had been dubbed, I thought that for sure they didn't have a brain among them. But I was, thankfully, proven wrong. It would seem that their fearless, Tennessee backwoods leader, Aldo Raine, did have a brain in that skull of his. His plans were, surprisingly, original and for the most part almost always worked.
Hours felt like days and months felt like years, as I tagged along with this rag-tag team of American soldiers. And, all in all, it wasn't quite as bad as I had first imagined it to be. For the most part, they were all extremely focused and I never had to worry about getting shot in the back by an enemy bullet, someone always had my back and in return I had theirs'. Together we formed, some sort of, dysfunctional family, I guess you could say. As the days progressed I began to learn more and more about my unusual teammates.
First, there's Lieutenant Aldo Raine, the gentile leader of The Basterds, and a southerner from Maynardville, Tennessee. Aldo is also known as Aldo the Apache, due to his proclivity for scalping all his Nazi kills like an Apache Indian.
The most eye-catching quality Aldo has is a long scar on his neck that starts at one ear and ends at the other. I had once asked him how he had received such a scar and he simply stated that it was from a lynching gone wrong. I found myself unconsciously rubbing at my own neck.
Next is Sergeant Donny Donowits and he too has a nickname among the Germans. He is known as The Bear Jew. He is also Aldo's closest and oldest friend among the Basterds. His weapon of choice is a wooden baseball bat, signed by fellow members of his Boston Jewish community with names of their loved ones in Europe. He is so feared amongst the German military that and some believe he is a golem, and therefore cannot be killed.
Omar Ulmer is commonly known as the other, short, Jewish boy in the group, right after Utivich. I don't know much about him. He doesn't talk about himself much, but he's as much a Basterd as the rest of them, taking delight in the killing and scalping of Nazi soldiers.
Smithson Utivich, a Basterd nicknamed The Little Man. He is a bit of a wise-ass sometimes and will follow anything Lt. Aldo Raine asks him to do. He kind of hero worships the man. And, although, I don't know his exact age, his wide-eyed adoration toward Aldo makes me believe that he is one of the youngest of the group.
Wilhelm Wicki is a Corporal who, although born in Austria, left for America when the rumors of the Nazi invasion surfaced, and joined the Basterds to take revenge on the people who killed his family and destroyed his homeland. He is a perfect marksman and is not afraid to shoot to kill any Nazi that gets in his way. He also has a penchant for black coffee, something I thought I'd just put in there.
And lastly there is Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz. A Basterd who became infamous for his brutal and sadistic ways of murdering Nazis. He became imprisoned by the Nazis, but was rescued and recruited by Aldo. He is a quiet, stern man who also specializes in espionage, which was proven by our success in both the underground bar and the movie theater.
My first impression of Sgt. Hugo Stiglitz was that he was a very intimidating fellow, and to be honest, that is still my impression of him. What makes him so frightening is the fact that you can never tell what he is thinking. And the whole, seems-to-be-dancing-on-the-edge-of-sanity thing could be another factor.
When I watch him kill I see anger, glee, sadism, and an uncontrollable rage. And while his killing techniques are something to look at in awe, all fluid and controlled strikes, the fact that he takes that much joy in it, scares me. I only wish that he will never look at me that way.
I was one of the first to wake up that morning; Stiglitz was already awake, having taken the last shift. And Utivich was also missing, but I didn't ponder long on where he could have gone, I had to go relieve my stressed bladder.
The French country side was a beautiful sight to be held, if you ever had any time to look at it without worrying too much as to where your gun was and if anyone was watching you. Although, I still had to worry about those things, I didn't have to stress about them as much as I did a week earlier.
On my way back to the barn, after I had relieved myself, I ran into Mrs. Grégoire. "Good morning Mrs. Grégoire," I said, waving a bit in a morning greeting.
"Good Morning Mister…" She trailed off.
"Hicox, Lieutenant Archie Hicox," I finished for her.
"Good morning Lieutenant. I was just on my way to see if you boys were up for breakfast yet, but if you'd like I can let you all sleep for another hour or so."
"No, no. It's fine. Go right ahead." And with that I moved out of her way and let her walk ahead of me.
When we entered the barn everyone was up and about, doing their business. "Good morning boys," greeted Mrs. Grégoire.
"Well, good morning, Ma'am," said Raine walking over to Mrs. Grégoire as I moved over to sit next to Donny who was riffling through one our surviving rucksacks. It held a few provisions, but not enough for all of us. We were going to need to get some supplies somehow.
"I just wanted to see if you were all ready for breakfast," stated Mrs. Grégoire.
"Breakfast would be wonderful," replied Raine, acting every bit the southern gentleman he was.
"Good, and I laid out some towels next to the water spigot on the other side of the house, if any of you wish to wash up," she said looking around at us. We were probably a sight to see, all bloody, sweaty, and covered in ash, but now that she mentioned it I would like to wash up a bit. "I'll be back in a bit with breakfast."
When she had left Donny called out to Raine. "What is it?" Raine asked.
"Someone is going to need to sneak into town and get provisions," explained Donny. So, I stayed where I was seated and peeked over Donny's shoulder and took a look inside the rucksack. There was definitely not enough to last us.
"He's right Raine," I pointed out, "especially since we don't know how long it is we'll be staying here."
He walked over to us and began to rub his chin in that particular manner that the he usually did. "I realize that," he said. "We'll figure something out. But first off, you're right we're going to need supplies, we'll have someone run into town later. For now let's just wash up and have breakfast."
Donny stood and stretched his back as Raine walked back over to where Landa sat. There was a slight exchange between Raine and Landa, but I wasn't much paying attention to what they were saying, I was busy trying to figure out who would be the best candidate to sneak into town, but the next thing I knew, Raine had tried to pull Landa up by the arm and Landa had pulled his arm out of Raine's grasp.
Landa must have said something because Raine replied by telling him that he was his prisoner. They just stood there for a while just staring at each other. By now Raine was seething and I wouldn't have been surprised if in the next second he choked Landa to death. But I have to give him credit for having more self-control than I initially thought.
"Fine!" Raine finally yelled. "If ya don't have'ta take a piss, ya can just stay 'ere with Donny and the boys."
Raine started to walk away from Landa and I heard Donny snicker from beside me. I just knew that once Raine left the barn, Landa would become Donny's new piñata. I'm pretty sure Landa knew it too. But Raine only took about five or six steps before he stopped and looked back at Landa. He was giving him one last chance to change his mind, and Landa took it, jogging up next to Raine.
Soon, everybody else began to file out of the barn, until it was just Stiglitz and I left. And even though, I would like to consider us somewhat friends and comrades, Stiglitz still scares the crap out of me. And lately he had been scaring me more than usual. Ever since that bar incident where we almost got killed, but Stiglitz had my back throughout the whole, situation-almost-turned-fiasco and, in the end, I ended up respecting him a little bit more. But after that I've noticed him noticing me more. I've caught him staring at me for long periods of time when he thought I didn't know, and lately he's procured this creepy habit of sneaking up on me when I least expect it. But I don't know, maybe it's just me overreacting. I just wish he'd stop staring at me like he does, though. I don't know how to explain it; he looks at me like a dog would a piece of meat, but not exactly. There's something else to his stare. Curiosity, perhaps? Like I'm a puzzle he's trying to figure out, but can't quite get all the pieces to fit. So, basically I'm a meat puzzle in his eyes, I guess you could say.
Stiglitz and I stared at each other for a long time. The air in the room began to feel thick and heavy. My throat constricted and it was beginning to get hard for me to breath. I know I was being ridiculous. Stiglitz wouldn't hurt me. Right?
Stiglitz looked like he wanted to say something to me, he even opened his mouth to voice his thoughts, but just then the barn door creaked open and in stepped Utivich.
"Hicox! Stiglitz!" He called to us, a bead of water falling off the wet tips of his dark hair. "I ran into Mrs. Grégoire a minute ago and she told me to tell everyone that breakfast would be in half an hour."
I nodded to Utivich and said, "Thanks." Stiglitz just walked past us and out of the barn. Whatever he was about to say, he wasn't going to now, and I didn't know whether to be relieved or worried.
"Hey, Utivich?" I asked once he and I were alone. "Does Stiglitz seem to be acting a little… Strange lately to you?"
He looked up at me curiously before saying, "No more than usual. No."
"Then it's probably just me." I stated, laughing nervously.
"Don't worry about it too much. Stiglitz is a strange guy to begin with."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," I replied as I ran a hand through my filthy hair. "I'm going to wash up a bit. I think this dried on ash is trying to merge with my body to form a second skin."
As I exited the barn, both Donny and Wicki were entering it. They seemed to be in a deep discussion over the predicament we had found ourselves in. And as I rounded the corner of the house, on my to the water spigot, I passed Lieutenant Raine dragging a chained Landa behind him.
"Hey, Archie," greeted Raine. "Goin' to wash up?"
"Yes, actually," I replied.
"Well, while yer ther' could ya tell Hugo to hurry it up?"
"Yeah, I'll do that."
"Oh, and one more thing. Have ya seen Omar this morning'?"
"Is he not at the spigot with Stiglitz?"
"Naw, haven't seen 'im all morning'."
"Well, me either, but I'll keep an eye out for him." Where could he have gotten off to?
As I made it to the back porch I saw Stiglitz taking off his shirt and inspecting a large blood stain on the sleeve. It was weird how I hadn't noticed it before, I mean, it did stand out quite a bit. But I guess that's what happens when I worry too much about myself instead about my comrades. I felt bad.
"Are you hurt?" I asked, walking over to him.
"Not my blood," he simply replied, never once taking his eyes off the blood spot. I looked at the bloody shirt and then at his arms and noticed that both his arms were free of any cuts or abrasions.
"So it isn't," I replied, giving him a relieved smile. I walked over to the porch and took off my wrinkled jacket and laid the garment on it.
Even though I didn't look over my shoulder and see for myself, I knew that Stiglitz was watching my every move very closely. I could feel his eyes on me. His gaze made my skin crawl
"So," I said, trying to break his concentration so he would stop staring at me like that. "Lieutenant Raine wanted me to tell you to hurry it up if you wanted to get any breakfast. Because I'm sure that if we take too long cleaning up they'll eat everything up on us." I quickly started rolling up the sleeves of my shirt. I was going to take it completely off and scrub down a bit, but now with Stiglitz staring at me, relentlessly, I felt extremely uncomfortable. And embarrassingly hot. I was sure that I was blushing. How embarrassing.
I rolled up the sleeves only about halfway up, then walked over to the spigot and turned it on, all the while trying to ignore Stiglitz intense gaze. "So, how did you sleep last night?" I tried again at a conversation with Stiglitz. "I have to say a wooden barn floor is not one of the most ideal place to sleep."
I laughed nervously as Stiglitz just continued to stare at me with that piercing gaze. Cupping my hands, I caught some water in them and splashed some in my face. The water was ice cold and barely cooled me off. I felt like I was back in that bar with that Major picking away at me, seeing every flaw in my disguise, and waiting for the right moment to kill me.
I turned around and there stood Stiglitz, holding out a dry towel for me to use. I took it graciously and thanked him.
"Are you saying that you didn't sleep well last night, Lieutenant?" He asked so calmly that it almost seemed apathetical.
"Well, at the time, I didn't much care. I was so tired that I fell asleep before I had time to criticize my sleeping conditions. But now that I'm awake, my back protests about my sleeping arrangements." I answered, drying off my face and arms. I then walked past him and threw the now wet towel onto the porch. "We should get going before Raine comes looking for us."
I grabbed my jacket off the porch and started walking off, but just then Stiglitz grabbed my arm and pulled me back around the house.
"Yes," I stuttered as I allowed Stiglitz to drag me farther away from the barn and out of everyone's sights. Had I made him mad somehow? Surely he wouldn't kill me for it? Not now anyways; there are too many people around who would know that he killed me. Then again, he's not exactly known for being mentally stable. "Sergeant Stiglitz, is there something that I could, perhaps, help you with?"
"Yes," he grunted.
"Which would be?"
"Shut up."
I only had enough time to knit my brows up in confusion before my mouth was being savagely attacked by Stiglitz's. Subtle much?
I quickly place my hands against his chest to push him off me and couldn't help but notice how well defined the man was. Nothing but pure muscle rippled underneath the palms of my hands. It spoke of things like strength, power, and control. And it scared me, and yet excited me at the same time. And then I didn't know what scared me more, the fact that he could overpower me and have his way with me or the fact that that thought excited me.
I struggled against him a bit more before finally managing to push him off me, but he boxed me in by forcing me against the wall and placing his arms on both sides of me.
"Listen," I said sternly. Perhaps I could talk him down, so that this situation wouldn't have to turn physical. Because if it came to that you could be sure I would fight. "When I asked you if there was something I could help you with, I was offering to help you with something mundane, like carrying something or whatnot. I was not offering sex." He just raised an eyebrow at me in a silent question. I smiled nervously. I feared nothing of what I was saying was getting to him. "I'm sure you're a real ladies' man and a real charmer when properly motivated…" I slowly tried to push one of the arms that were pinning me in, down and was happy to find that it went without any resistance. "…but perhaps I'm not the right person for you." I swiftly slipped around him and slowly started backing away from him. "You see, I'm just not right for you. And I'm sure when we get out of here, you'll find some lovely lady to sweep off her feet, and you'll look back at this moment and realize how foolish you were acting."
"Maybe," he replied as he, literally, stalked toward me.
"Yeah, maybe. So glad we had this conversation," I was getting worried again, but he stopped coming at me and bent down and picked up his bloody shirt he had discarded earlier and slipped into it. "We should get going."
"Yes."
I turned and Stiglitz followed closely behind me as we walked back to the barn. On our way there, I turned to glance back at him and for the first time in a long time his expression changed. It went from calm and slightly annoyed to one I could have sworn said, "You'll come around."
I swallowed the lump in my throat and kept walking.
A/N: ooooo… Tensions are rising. Sexual tensions that is! o.O
So in this one we have Stiglitz as the totally hot stalker and Hicox the victim. I imagine Hicox would be a bit shy/ reluctant/ in denial at first, and Stiglitz has to kind of prove his worth to him. But that's just how I perceive them, if you see them differently feel free to write your own fic and let me know about it, because I would love to read it.
Also, I would have had this up earlier except my power went out. I kid you not. I was sitting in front of my computer typing away and then suddenly the power just went out. Gone! I was like, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" When it finally came back on I had to rewrite the last thing I was writing. Oh, well, it's up now.
Again there may be some grammar mistakes, if you find any please let me know so I can correct them. I do all the editing myself, so I can't guarantee that my stories are all error free.
And with that, thank you for reading. If you would like to read more please let me know. Show a girl some love and I'll write more. So review. Thank you.
I'll post the next chapter if no one thought this one was horrible and would like to continue reading. So, next chapter - Col. Hans Landa's Notes Part One. Slight Raine/Landa slash!