A/N: I DO NOT own Inglourious Basterds, which is property of the absolutely fantasitic Quentin Tarantino.
Mead
As soon as I awoke a surge of nausea passed through me, sending a rush of vomit up with it.
I turned over to discover that the restraints were gone and retched violently on the ground. I was a complete emetophobe, which just made me throw up even more. The thought, sight, scent, or anything to do with vomit sent me off the deep end.
My throat burned, I turned onto my back again, closing my eyes, feeling completely miserable. Every single bone in my body ached. It felt like I was in hell, and the worst part was knowing exactly what was wrong with me.
Wie ist Sie? I heard a voice come softly, as though muted.
(How is she doing?)
Il Korper scheint die Spermien abgelehnt haben. Es war moglicherweise eine bakterielle Ubertragung, Ihre Nieren schlagen fehl. Another said softly
(Her body seems to have rejected the sperm. There may have been a bacterial transmission. Her kidneys are failing.)
My heart dropped. I may have barely been able to hear what they were saying at all, but I could hear enough.
I felt something wet on my fingers. I looked down to find them slick with a red sticky fluid. Blood. My blood? As I strained my eyes even further I noticed the red shiny spot on my gown. Hence the kidney failure.
Ich dachte, Sie haben gesagt, Sie war ein Erfolg! the other replied sharply.
(I thought you said she was a success!)
Die Bakterien ist zu schnell Reisen. Ich glaube nicht, Sie hat, lange.
(The bacteria is traveling too fast. I don't know how long she has.)
One of them sighed.
Fine, gelangen ihr, das Krematorium und die Beweise Ioswerden. Ziehen Sie einen von einem Camp.
(Fine, get her to the crematorium and get rid of the evidence. Pull another one from a camp.)
So I was dying. I knew this day had to come at some point in time, although I had always hoped it would be a bit more martyr-like. You know, dying at the hands of a torturer after refusing to give information, or on a battelfield somewhere. Not having rejected monkey sperm and slowly dying from an infection.
It seemed weird to me, the fact that I wasn't panicking. Like I said, I knew it had to happen at some point. Why not now? I was ready to die. I was ready to go. See my mother. My grandparents. And watch all of the cock-sucking Nazi bastards I had sent to hell burn in eternal damnation. Chewed in one of the mouths of Satan just like Judas and Brutus. I would laugh as I looked down upon them, seeing a true life version of Dante's Inferno from up above.
Hell yes.
The Angel walked beside me, taking one of my arms and pulling a needle out of nowhere. I watched him. He watched me. We watched each other.
Ich kann nicht bis zu dem Tag warten, wenn Sie Sie ausführen. String Sie bis. Hängen Sie Sie. Lynch Sie ebenso wie Sie, meine Mutter. Ich möchte Ihre Beine kick zu sehen. Das Blut Sprühen von Ihre Ohren, wie Sie Sie ausschalten, Ihre Augen rip, wie Sie Ihnen Hinterschnittkontrolle aus. Ihre Dick ein Stück verendete Wenn Sie abgeschnitten. Sie werden jeden krank, twisted, Ding bedauern, die Sie jemals gemacht haben. I weezed, spitting angrily.
(I can't wait until the day when they execute you. String you up. Hang you. Lynch you like they did to my mother. I want to see your legs kick. The blood spray from your ears as they rip them off, your eyes as they gouge them out. Your dick a piece of dead meat when they cut it off. You'll regret every sick, twisted, thing you've ever done.)
He stared at me I sheer shock. No one had ever spoken to him that way, least of all a prisoner. He didn't know what to say. His face flushed, he licked his lips.
I grinned up at him before turning my head. He grabbed my wrist before pressing the needle down, etching words into my skin. Fuck salvation. I was on my own now, and I was ready to go that way.
BIRBIRBIRBIRBIRBIR
As soon as we pulled up in front of the building I threw open the door and jumped out. We'd followed a trail of blood and screams, all the way here. The last fucker we grabbed swore on his soon-to-be-ended life that Ann was here, which made this out last stop. For his sake she better have been alive when I walked into that room.
"Donny, hold it!" Aldo screamed, running up behind me. I ignored him, making my way to the door and paying to attention to the two Gestapo members posted at the door entrance.
"Donowitz!" he grabbed my arm.
I turned around quickly.
"WHAT?" I demanded, so forcefully that even he, the great Aldo Raine, backed off for a moment.
"Look, I'm here to help her as much as you are, but we can't just run all in there like this. You trying to get us killed?"
"I don't care about us. I just need to find her before they do something bad."
With that I turned around and rushed to the door, pulling a carving knife out of my pocket.
"'Something bad?' What are you, five? This ain't Lancelot and Guinevere. You can't just walk up in there with your sword and save her. We gotta have a plan."
I ignored him, running up to the first guard before quickly and quietly slitting his throat. He gurgled, blood gushing from the serrated skin before falling to the ground. The next look at me and pointed his gun. Aldo came up behind him, grabbing the bottom of his chin and the top of his head before giving a quick snap.
We both looked at each other in disgust. When it came to these cum-lickers, neither of us believed in a painless death, but I was doing what I had to.
I'd like to say I had a little epiphany. I realized how much I loved Annabelle, always wanted to be with her, die old with her, all that shit. But I didn't.
I did love her, but we still weren't on that level yet. It was going to take time, which wouldn't happen if she was dead. Besides, she was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I was able to be myself around her. With the guys you had to act tough, or else you'd be outta there faster than a frog out of boiling water.
It might have come as a surprise, but Aldo was the only person I could really talk to about shit like this. He understood.
"Donny, listen to me!" he grabbed my collar and slammed me up against the wall. I sighed and let him say whatever he had to say. The rest of the guys weren't hard behind, gathering grenades and dynamite from the cars.
"We got to do this right. Do you want her to die in the place? Alone? Because you fucked up and got us all killed? Or do you want to do this orginzed, and find her with little to no trouble."
I stared at him, letting him read the answer in my eyes.
"The guys are going to set a distraction to get most of them out here, then we'll get rid of them. You and me goin' find a guy and take him prisoner, get him to tell us where Annabelle is lead us to her. Once we grab here we're just going to get the hell out of here and let the rest of the guys take care of the rest."
"Fine." I sighed. Plans. I didn't want a plan. I just wanted to blow every single last one of these worthless pieces of shit to get blasted away to hell. I wanted to see every single chunk of their dead meat flying everywhere. Eyes, arms, fingers, on the ground. I wanted to see their blood spatter the walls. On my face. I wanted to kill every last one of these motherfuckers.
"Wait for it then." Aldo let me go before pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it. I watched him. His hands were shaking. I'd only seen him do that once...back when Billie was in the picuture. She was the girl who had turned him into who he was now.
He was nervous. Almost as nervous as I was. He liked Ann. I could tell. The look on his face when he saw her. The way he looked at her. I wouldn't be surprised if he loved her as much as she loved me, and I was fine with that. As long as he didn't try anything. Besides, he would never have her.
We stood there for who knew how long before a loud explosion made me jump. I ran from the alcove, looking at one of the cars. Well, what used to be one of the cars. Now it was a flaming pile of metal, pieces falling from the sky. The flames had jumped from the car to nearby trees, licking the leaves and traveling quicker than the speed of light.
"C'mon." he jerked his head.
I pulled open the door, which surprisingly opened automatically and slipped down a corridor behind Aldo, just in time to step out of sight of a troop of Krauts soldiers, rushing to the door to see what had just happened.
Aldo ran down the corridor, looking back and forth for any sign of humanity. This was a normal medical center, so unless there was something else underground the building plan should have been kind of easy to figure out. Just as expected, a set of stairs was at the end of the hallway, with a guard standing in the front.
I looked at Aldo and grinned before running towards him, screaming like a spartan at the Battle of Thermopylae.
I was here to find my girl.
