Dear all readers: I'm sorry It's taken me such a long friggen time to post this up. I've been trying to make sure that things were settled and placed. But I promise there will be a lot more updates! So I hope everyone likes it. Here is chapter 2….
Nathan POV
It happened again. I told myself not to look. But it's easier said than done. Today the men found a newborn baby hidden in old blankets in the women's workshop. When all the ladies were asked whose baby it was no one claimed it. In my opinion smart choice.
:Flashback:
The piercing sound of a prepubescent baby erupted through the entire camp. Kowski grabbed the naked newborn baby by its head and tossed it violently onto the freezing white powder. The brown haired Kowski, laughed as other SS members joined him. The women in the sewing sector were forced outside into lines to watch the devastating show. A deep sinking feeling gnawed at the pit of my stomach at the sight. My fists tightened and my body became stiff. My heart beat sped as the other men began pushing women to the ground, asking whose baby it was. One man grabbed a woman by her hair and brutally shoved her face into the snow. A big rising lump shot to the tip of my throat.
Don't look. Whatever you do, don't look. I repeated the orders in my mind. You can't do anything… Don't look! They will kill you on sight if you do.
The crescents of my nails burrowed into my skin. A slight oozing and warmth filled my hands, and I knew I had drawn blood.
"SCOTT! COME JOIN US!" Kowski shouted over the baby's alarming cries. My eyes darted quickly to the crying baby on the ground. I swallowed my throat and gut and made sure to clear my throat when I spoke.
"I'm not leaving my post." I spoke with a strong voice.
"Have some fun will ya? Ya know it's not all work, you got to have room for some play!" Kowski laughed.
I turned my head away from the sight before me, and ignored Kowski's remark. I overheard him whispering to the men that I took my job too seriously. A flash of anger burned in me. I was tempted to take my rifle and shoot him in his face.
Kowski reached for his gun. "Well let's see how good my shot is."
A small blonde SS guard member grabbed the baby by its barefoot and held it up high. The wind lashed at the small baby. Suddenly a woman ran out from the line and threw herself to her knees and begged for the child's life. The woman was in her 40's with black curly hair with brown eyes. My eyes got huge and I instantly held my breath watching the horrendous scene before me.
"You little fucking liar!" Kowski shouted and he kicked her in the face.
My legs planted into place. I froze in my spot. My eyes were glued to the scene.
"PLEASE! NOT MY BABY!" the woman pleaded with a heavy accent. My eyes began to water up. No… you stupid woman.
The other men grabbed the woman by her arms and held her up.
Kowski smiled at her with an evil eye. Then he nodded at the small blonde man holding onto the baby. The blonde man threw the baby up into the air. Kowski aimed at the baby and shot it twice in mid air. My knees began to tremble as the limp body fell quietly to the ground. A pain in my heart began to burst. The woman screamed out in pain. The men released her as she quickly ran to her dead child. She fell to her knees by the body. A small tear fell down my face as she hugged the baby to her chest.
Kowski stood behind her smiling. He placed his gun behind the woman's head and pulled the trigger. The woman fell forward onto the white powder. All was silent.
The men laughed as they kicked the lifeless woman on the ground.
I turned away and quickly wiped at my fallen tears. I gasped slightly as I inhaled fresh air.
:End Of Flashback:
All I could ever do was watch with disdain in my eyes. I leaned over the side of a building where it was desolated and threw up. Grasping onto the ledge I watched as all my food had come up. After wiping my lower lip I calmly walked back to my post outside the women's sewing sector. After glancing around my I walked inside the small building. At least 30 women were cramped up side by side into a small room sewing clothing. I walked around the room as best as I could. A few women looked up and met my eyes, but I looked away. I could never meet their eyes. Their pales faces were marked with sadness, and hunger. Most of the women looked frail and sick. All I wanted to do was help them. I've even contemplated on giving them each a small piece of bread. But I knew the consequences of my actions. If word ever got out, I would be shot. The women would never see me as their ally, but instead as a cruel some monster. A baffling smell hit my nose, which made my whole body cringe. I glanced around the floor but spotted nothing. You'd think that working here every day that you would get use to the smells. But everyday shocked me that it was stronger more than ever.
Just then, the door to the sewing sector opened. A tall man with a moustache walked in and gestured for me to go outside.
"Move faster ladies!" I raised my voice and quietly walked outside.
Cool air stung my face as I stood outside with David, my only fellow acquaintance. We were both the new rookies when we first started. We both came into Auschwitz at the same time but to be completely honest he's what keeps me sane here. He's one of the few who I can trust to a point. Its difficult to trust anyone here, it's best not to. He was puffing on a cigarette and gazing out into the afternoon sky. We both stood in silence. I shoved my hands deep into my pockets, wondering why he wanted to talk with me.
"Tomorrow you have cattle train duties." David nodded.
I glanced down at the ground. "Why?"
"A few men are taking the day off. Spending time with their families." David replied with a stern voice.
I gave him a small nod and sighed. A small puff of white smoke drew from the heat of my breath.
"Krebs's is changing your post." David broke the silence after a few moments.
"Which part does he want me to work?"
"Canada." David nodded.
"Canada?" I asked a little confused.
"It's the sorting area for all the people junk. Luggage, clothes, ya know stuff like that." David explained shifting his hands.
"So who sorts that crap." I asked.
"Well we get the young Jewish girls to work it. They sort amongst the clothes and possessions and sort it. You just have watch them and make sure they don't steal anything." He joked.
"Alright, that's fine. At least I get to be inside." I nodded with a small smile.
David chuckled slightly and playfully hit my shoulder. "Ya know Nathan you got to relax man! You take this job too seriously. In fact, why don't we go see a movie later today? I hear it's very good."
I shook my head. "No, I'm not in the mood."
"Fine at least have a drink with me after. Spending so much time here really fucks you up." David smiled.
I released a low heavy sigh. "Sure." I nodded.
"Alright, well then I must leave you." He gave a warm gentle smile and took his leave. David was a good man, he really was.
After my shift was over I walked over to the bar. Music and loud laughter filled the large room. Dim lighting revealed that the bar was full tonight. Smoke and liquor intoxicated the room as I approached the bar. The bartender with a big moustache eyed me as I took a seat.
"Long day kid?" the man asked with a deep voice.
I scratched the back of my head and smiled. "Jews." I threw out.
The bartender threw his head back with laughter. His smile revealed a missing front tooth. I looked away from the man and searched around for David.
"I like you kid. Sense of humor. Gotta have it in a place like this. My name's Boomer." The bartender introduced himself.
"I'm Nathan Scott." I looked back at him.
"Well Scott, what can I get for ya?" Boomer asked pulling out a glass.
"Get me the strongest that you've got." I spoke.
Boomer smiled then took off. I breathed a small sigh of relief when I saw David coming in. He spotted me within a few seconds and made his way over to me.
"Hey! Started without me?" David asked as he shrugged off his coat.
"I just ordered." I shrugged.
David threw himself in the seat next to me. At that time Boomer came back with my drink.
"What can I get ya?" he directed at David.
"I'll just get some scotch on the rocks please." David answered.
Boomer nodded and disappeared again.
I glanced over at David who was pulling out a large cigar from his pocket. He pointed the cigar at me as a means of asking me if I wanted one. I shook my head and threw down my drink. A strong burning sensation hit the back of my throat. I could feel the dark liquid travel the length of my throat. After a few seconds the pain went away.
"So tell me Scott. Do you have a family?" David asked while lighting up his cigar.
I licked my lips and smiled.
"My mother and father died a couple years ago. My older brother is actually working alongside with Hitler's inner circle." I responded.
Boomer came back with David's drink and quickly refilled my glass.
"Interesting. You must be very proud of him." David replied puffing out a huge cloud of smoke.
"Yes I am." I answered.
"How did your parents die?" David asked.
"They were murdered." I answered with a rough edge to my tone.
"I'm very sorry my friend. Who did it?" he asked downing his drink.
"The enemy." I responded downing my drink.
"That's a real shame. I hope the fucker got what he deserved." David smiled.
I revealed a smile. "Oh trust me… he did."
After a few more seconds the room seemed to get louder. I glanced around the room as everyone seemed to get a little more disruptive. A group of women had just entered the bar. The women of the SS had arrived. I returned my glance to the front.
"Got a girlfriend Scott? Or are you married?" David asked.
"No. I don't have a girlfriend nor am I married."
"Are you a fag?" David mocked.
"I'm no fucking fag." I almost growled at him.
"Only asking friend. I mean when you looked at those women over there, you had a look on your face." David spoke.
"What look was that?" I asked.
"One of disgust. And so either you must hold a grudge against women or you already had a woman." David chuckled.
"Those women will never be my type." I replied downing my third drink.
"Why is that?" he asked still staring at the women.
"Because I'd still have to see them at work once I've finished with them." I threw out.
David glanced at me with amusement in his eyes. Then he threw back his head with laughter and slammed his hand against my back. His eyes filled with tears as his low pitched laugh rang throughout the bar.
"Fucking Christ! You're crazy." David gasped.
I smiled and looked down at my fourth drink. "You have no idea." I muttered taking down the drink.