Thank you all who have read chapter one! And I got exited when I saw miss agron was following this story! I love her fanfics! Haha.
II
The way out
Both teenagers walked through the whole building looking for the man Noah needed to find.
"Mr. Stern?!" Rachel yelled in every single room she could get in.
"Itzhak Stern?" Puck would follow her screaming the man's name.
They could hear babies crying, people screaming for mercy, adults and kids crying too. Puck was terrifying looking at everybody? How could he end up in a place like this?
"GIVE ME YOUR PAPERS, JEWS!" a very tall soldier shouted.
"What if I don't?" Puck challenged.
"Noah, if you don't show your papers, he will shot you!" Rachel said.
Puck sighed and looked at the soldier.
"Hey, I know you…" the tall man said "Puck?" Now he was in shock "What are you doing here, man?"
"What am I doing here?" Puck repeated "I have the same question for you."
Finn sighed and leaned against the wall. There was something Finn must know about Puck. Noah raised an eyebrow, Finn was his best friend and he forgot something he was proud of, and the reason why he was there.
The young man showed him the star on his coat.
"Oh, right you're Jewish…" he nodded "it's fine, bro. I will take care of you… both of you." He smiled at Rachel who smiled back.
"Please make sure to take care of every single person who lives in my room. And give me my own room, for take some chicks for do my thing."
"Forget about it. If you get someone pregnant they will shot the woman in the belly, which means bye woman, bye baby."
"Murder…" Rachel whispered to herself "Noah, can we move on?"
"Um… yeah, right" Puck nodded "See you later, Hudson."
"Who are you looking for?" Finn asked quickly.
Puck and Rachel shared a Cheshire cat smile to each other. In a few minutes, Finn was looking for Itzhak Stern outside while Puck and Rachel were looking for him in the building around Ghetto A.
"… Itzhak Stern?" Puck said one last time tired because he didn't find him yet, after two hours his looking for the man was started.
He was going to give up.
"Yes?" he heard.
They turned around and saw a skinny back haired man. He was wearing round glasses, a black hat and a grey coat. Under it he was wearing a black suit and a white shirt. Puck and Rachel smiled at each other again.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Stern" Puck smiled shaking the man's hand.
"Sorry, but who are you boy?" Itzhak asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry sir." He apologized "My name is Noah, Noah Puckerman, sir. And this is Rachel…"
"… Berry" Rachel interrupted him.
"Berry?" the girl nodded "Okay, this is Rachel Berry."
"Okay."
"We have heard your work for Oskar Schindler…"
"Yes, I do… you need any help?" Stern asked looking at them.
"We wanted to know if we could work for him…"
"How old are you."
"I'm 14." Rachel responded.
"What about you?"
"I'm 21" Puck lied, he was 15, but he wanted to work.
"Noah, your papers say you have 15" Rachel said frowning.
"Shut up!"
"Sorry, children. I wish I could tell you can go there and work, but you need to be older than 18. The Nazis aren't silly. I'm sorry." He said as he left.
Puck looked at Stern for a few seconds and then he looked down. That was his only chance to run away. Now he was stuck in the ghetto. He looked around and realized what kind of place this one was. Nazis and officials from the SS were screaming to some children who knows why, maybe because of nothing, just because those guys wanted to. Now one of them took his gun and shot one little girl on the forehead. The children screamed as they saw the young girl bleeding at the floor, her blood were like a waterfall. It was disgusting.
A blonde girl who was next to the soldier looking at him with anger, like she were against this whole thing. Puck kept staring at her for a few moments. She was beautiful to his eyes, blonde and short hair. Perfect body… he couldn't see her face, but he could see her profile. Noah thought she was beautiful. She was wearing a brown flowered dress and a matching pair of shoes.
"You know what?" he could hear the girl say to the man "I'm leaving. I came here looking for people who would take care of our house and make dinner, not to see you killing innocent children like her!" she pointed at the little girl who kept bleeding at the floor. The young woman's legs where full of blood, something that grossed her out "How the fuck you suppose to have a baby with me if you kill them!?" she yelled "Please don't make me think I made a mistake when I got engaged with you." She shook her head and walked away on Puck's direction.
"I know how to cook" he told her as she passed by him.
"Excuse me?" she raised an eyebrow.
"I heard you needed a cooker… I do know how to cook," he smiled "and I'm very strong as you can see" he said as he took the girl in his arms and lifted her from the floor. The girl chuckled a little bit; he was so charming and handsome.
"Noah." Rachel whispered "Don't… the soldier is going to…"
"HEY!" the guy the girl was talking to screamed taking his gun again "Put her on the floor." Puck did what the blonde soldier ordered him "Kneel down." He said just like before. Puck nodded and knelt down knowing this was the end of his life "Say your last words fucking Jew."
Rachel started to cry the moment she saw tears falling down across Noah's face. The soldier prepared his gun and put it against Puck's nape. The young man closed his eyes and waited for the blonde guy to press the trigger and kill him.
"That's what I thought" The German said when he realized Puck wasn't going to say a word.
"Sam, don't!" the blonde girl shouted "You're not a murder! You're a good man!" now she was crying.
Sam, frustrated hit Puck's nape with his gun and shot another person.
Puck was rolling on the floor crying with both hands on his nape. The blonde knelt down and stroked his head.
"Your name is Noah, right?" she asked. Puck didn't answer "I'm Quinn… do you understand me?"
"Yeah, I do speak German… I'm from Germany, actually." Noah answered.
"So what are you doing here if you aren't from Poland?"
"I think it's because there wasn't any space for a young, hot, good looking Jewish guy." He joked.
Quinn giggled.
"Totally." She agreed "So you cook… what kind of food?"
He looked into her deep hazel eyes.
"Oh, I… umm… I do cook pasta, some soups, strudel, latkes…"
"Latkeds?" she repeated interrupting him.
"No, it's latkes" he corrected.
"La-Latkets." she tried to say again. Puck chuckled it was obvious he couldn't teach a German girl how to pronounce that word "Sounds delicious, what is it?"
"Fried potatoes we make for Hanukkah." He shrugged.
"Hanu-what?"
"Hanukkah." He repeated "It's like Christmas for Christian people, but we do not have a tree on our living room and it lasts eight days."
"Eight!?" she repeated shocked "That has to be a joke!"
"Why would I be joking about my traditions?" he frowned "Hanukkah lasts eight days, and yes, it means eight days of presents."
"Wow. That makes me want to become a Jew…" she laughed.
"No, you don't want to… you would be probably dead…" he shrugged sadly.
"What's wrong?"
"Why do Germans treat us like shit?"
"I don't know…" she whispered, obviously she knew why they treat them like that but she wouldn't tell that to a Jewish guy.
"But you could work in my house… you know about anyone who want to work there?"
"Come with me." Puck took Quinn's hand and walked towards his building.
When he took her hand, she couldn't help but smile. Puck's hand felt warm on hers, she loved that.
At the moment they walked into the building she could see the world that was just in the tip of her nose, but she never saw because of Hitler's inspirational words, his speeches made her love her country more than anything. She also loved to hear her father's speeches when a commandant or the same Führer in person went to her house. She could remember him saying:
"Germany, it's a strong country. We have the best army the world have ever seen before," he pointed at Sam who was sitting next to Quinn with a wine cup in his hand listening her dad's speech with a proud smile "beautiful women." he pointed at his wife, Judy who had a cup of wine too with the same smile Sam had "And the best president, of course." He pointed at the Führer with his cup full of red wine "Germany is going to take all the countries here in Europe, we are way better than them…"
"Amen." Sam interrupted Russell, her dad's name.
The man smiled at the young soldier and then at his daughter. Quinn pretended a smile, honestly being with all those men at her house made her kind of nervous. Plus, she never understood why they wanted to kill people from other races. She used to think that's what a community is made of, people with different points of view, color of skin, traditions. That, at least for her made culture. But as she heard once her father said, killing all those people was a vital part of the war.
Now that she was old enough for understand why they hated Latinos, Jewish, black and gay people, she thought it was stupid. Just for keep the race. She wouldn't mind if she had a baby with a Latino, a "mulatto" as her dad and everyone called black people or a Jewish guy. And she was up for everything. She wanted to have new experiences. Maybe kissing a Jew was way better than kissing Sam. She always thought Jewish people where smarter than the others, because the most of them were doctors, business men and teachers. She even had a Jewish teacher! She had a crush on him back in elementary school. She was eight and he was thirty, but what was supposed to know a little girl about love? She just used to think he was handsome and that's all.
Once in class she could hear her German teacher say he was against this all, the war and stuff. He said "I think everyone has a gen from other races…". That phrase was always on Quinn's head. It that was true, what was the point of that? Because of that she was against it too. But she knew that if she opens her mouth, her whole family would be dead. Like if saying something against the Nazi society was like a sin and if you talked about that aloud, anyone was allowed to take a gun and shot you on the head.
Like her mom said once.
"The sin isn't in the thing. It's in the scandal when people talk about it aloud."
Maybe she was right. So she didn't talk about it. She just kept it on her mind.
Now that she was there, in a real building of the ghetto. She felt like she was blinded with all those words. Now she wasn't proud of what was the SS doing.
Quinn couldn't believe what she was seeing. The short movies she saw about this place showed something completely different. In the short film she saw people happy, playing football (Soccer), and happy kids having fun with other kids. But the only thing she could see there was misery. Women wearing messy fur coats and leather gloves, obviously they were from the high society. Girls of Quinn's age staring at her with hate or sadness.
"Oh my god…" she whispered to herself. This was pretty shocking.
A little girl with a red coat crashed against her, she couldn't have more than four years old.
"Sorry, Fräulein" the young girl said looking up at her
"It's okay" Quinn smiled and blended down for kiss the girl's forehead "Where are your parents?"
The little girl responded her shrugging. Quinn wanted to take that girl with her so badly!
"Want to come home with me? I'm not from here, so I can take care of you."
Puck smiled as he watched Quinn with that little girl. Something Quinn thought it was sweet.
"What?" Puck asked as he noticed Quinn was staring at him with a dumpy smile. Beautiful, he thought.
"Nothing" she shook her head and stood up "You like children, Noah?"
"I love kids, they are innocent and nice!" he shrugged.
Quinn bit her bottom lip and stared at the little girl. She didn't belong this. It was her fault being part of her family? No. She just was a four year old girl! She maybe didn't knew what the hell was going on with the world.
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