Here's chapter two! Hey I finally have a plot-ish….with some chapters planned out. But…I'm greedy and would like some ideas for other chapters. If you have any good ideas then put a description in a review or e-mail me at the link on my profile.
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Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one-hundred.
The young man lowered himself onto his stomach. His breathing was shallow.
There is nothing wonderful about push-ups, thought Lieutenant Kurt Kotler.
He had tried to lie to himself and say over and over within his head it was for the adrenaline rush. That it was none at all to punish himself for messing up so badly. The commandant's daughter! As his breath began to even out he pushed himself into a sitting position. From where he sat he pushed himself off the ground and looked around.
It wasn't exactly a house, but it wasn't exactly just a room. It was almost like a small shack. Yeah, a small shack.
It was quiet homely, actually. It was just as gray and ugly as the uniform on his body. Yep, definitely just as ugly.
The paint was peeling from both the inside and out. There were only a small cot, a rug, and a bathroom cubical in the shack he called home.
Lieutenant Kotler willed his body to walk to the bathroom despite the jell-o feeling that had spread throughout his body.
When he reached the small bathroom he stopped in the door way and looked at his own reflection in the mirror. His golden-blonde hair that had used to be so prim and slicked back with gel was now frazzled and thrown in all directions about his head. He usually ironed attire hung wrinkled and loosely on his body.
The rings under his eyes were unmistakable. They were almost as horrid as the yellowing bruise that sat upon his left cheek. Almost.
Sighing with a wince, Lieutenant Kotler gingerly touched the bruise the size of the largest badge on his uniform. At one point there had been scratches that had run the length of the bruise where her nails had racked against his cheek.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, the young man thought as he advanced forward to the sink. Splashing and splashing cold water repeatedly onto his face, he didn't stop until he was past the point of numbness.
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"My, my, my. Get into a fight Kotler?" the uniformed man beside him asked with a heartily chuckle.
A snarl escaped his lips as he turned to the man, "Yeah I did. Now stop shitting around and return to your post." He snarled and seethed angrily through clenched teeth to the man beside him. This was the Herr Commandant's home and he would not have any ignorant, low status soldiers getting him into any trouble.
The young man beside him opened his mouth angrily, ready to retort, but deciding better against it closed it again. Lieutenant Kotler, who was leaning against the archway of the kitchen waiting for the commandant to return home, paid no attention as the man beside him turned on his heel and stormed from the house.
In all truth he had gotten into a fight. But nothing like the sorts the man that had been beside him thought.
Feeling the sudden urge to fall to the ground and do one-hundred push-ups, Kotler lifted his new hat and pulled a hand through his tangled hair. The hat had helped at least-to hide the frazzled, disarray of blonde locks that ran freely across his head and fell into his face. But, the cold watered had failed to rid him of the bags under his eyes.
Suddenly, a high pitched scream echoed around the house. Immediately pushing his self straight, the young man raced to the stairs.
Gretel
(Gretel's POV)
It was hard for Gretel to rid her mind of the events that had happened four day ago. Yet, every time the door opened or she heard the youthful and gruff voice of the lieutenant she had to will herself not to race to the head of the stairs.
Only moments ago when Gretel had come in from inside and walked to the stairs she saw the back of the young lieutenant as he leaned against the arch of the kitchen entrance. She had stopped onlyfor a moment to admire the man before some sense snapped into place and she quietly ran up the stairs before he could acknowledge her presence.
That, she thought was why she was in the bathroom showering despite the scrub down she received only earlier this morning.
As the unnaturally warm droplets of water fell from the nozzle of shower and onto her body, Gretel reached down and grabbed a bar of soap. She smiled as the foam of white bubbles appeared on her skin as she gently grazed the bar over her arm.
Sticking her sudsy arm under the water, she clutched the bar in the hand of the other. Stepping back from the water Gretel's eyes widen as the bar shot from her hand and falls to the bottom of the shower-tile flooring.
She bent down to get it. But before Gretel could fully understand what was happening her footing came loose and she fell forward.
And before Gretel could even process the pain she let out a high pitched scream as she fell onto the tile.
(Lieutenant/Kotler/Kurt POV)
Wasting no time the man raced up the wooden steps of the stairs and followed the where the scream had come from. Running down the hall he stopped in front of a door just like the others.
Like before, wasting no time the young man wrenched open the door and stepped inside. Steam arose from the room as he looked around.
"Gretel are you hurt?" he asked frantically, oblivious that the younger girl was just to the right of him, with her butt-naked body plastered to the cold tile.
And the only response from her was a long high pitched scream.
(Gretel's POV)
"Get OUT!" she screamed trying her best to cover her naked self as the water continued to hit her body. The water was starting get colder and the steam was lessening. Within seconds he would see her.
"Gret-" the young man started, flustered and confused before another scream erupted from the girl's mouth.
"You PERVERT! GET OUT!" widening his eyes the man finally realized the situation he was in. Hastily slamming the door before him he raced down the stairs, flustered and out of breath.
Gretel, who had finally pushed herself from the flooring, succeeding in not falling once again, was embarrassed. So embarrassing, she reddened more at the image of the young man running into the bathroom looking around and almost succeeding in finding her.
Stupid, perverted, Lieutenant Kotler.
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Aw Kotler was accidently a pervert XD
Chapter two, finished and embarrassing. Now, who wants an awkward conversation that follows after this?
Hey now, remember that comment I made at the top? The one about "ideas for other chapters"? Well they're still wanted!
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