Previously on Hallow Remains:
Brooke is conflicted because she is having feelings for Nathan. Nathan and Brooke have finally teamed up together to help her break out everyone. And finally Brooke has taken the life of one of her own people. The story continues...
Nathan Scott
The naked moonlight cascaded down from the black velvet sky and entered into a small cracked window. A faint warm kiss surrounded the small dark bedroom. Shadows lurked within the corners of the room, watching with mischievous eyes at the two figures. Creaking floorboards echoed through the house as heavy foot falls mindlessly pounded into them. Tension filled the downstairs living room as the couple held its breath for what was to come. Bright tears slowly crept down the face of a blonde figure hiding under his covers. The world stops in a moment of hesitation as a few strangers approach the front door. Shaky hands quickly awaken the figure in the bedroom who is fast asleep.
"Nathan! Wake up!" the blonde figure whispered in a panic tone.
Another pair of blue eyes opened. Low whispers quietly murmur downstairs by the lit fire place. The boys upstairs press their ears against their closed door. A loud bang is heard at the front door. Shouts begin to consume the house from below.
"Nathan I'm scared!" the blonde haired figure squeaked.
A terrifying noise shot through the old house creating a tidal wave of screams. The dark haired kid quickly grabbed his brother's hand and pulled him away from the door. Suddenly the bedroom door busted open with a stream of light. By the door entered an evil creature with the body of a cougar and head of a sphinx. The dark crooks of its malevolent red eyes scanned the room, landing on the boys at the back of the room. Sharp nails scraped against the floor as the creature's tail thumped against the floorboards. With each step the creature pounded its paws into the floor, its red eyes glowing with vengeance. Putting a few feet between them, the creature stopped. His flaming eyes took in the two scared figures on the floor. After a few moments the creature turned towards Nathan Scott.
"NATHAN YOU'RE MINE!" The animal screamed in a low pitched voice.
Shadows quickly surrounded him just as the large animal lunged, its claws aiming straight for his head. A piercing scream rattles the small house.
"NATHAN!" A woman's voice shouted out in pain.
My body quickly shot up from bed. Beads of sweat slowly trickled down my wide toned body as I gasped for an intake of air. With shaky arms I slowly peeled back the covers and shifted to the edge of the bed. Trembles shook my entire body as I hunched over, placing my head in my hands.
Another nightmare. The same nightmare.
Flashes of images from the dream flickered through my head as my entire body continued shaking. A burning feeling began scorching the inside of my stomach. With a big breath I slowly stood up on weak legs and walked over to my lower cabinet. Grabbing the bottle of dark liquor and a small glass I headed towards the kitchen table. Once the small glass was filled, my shaky hands brought the intoxicating drink to my lips. In one movement I downed the drink. I closed my eyes as the stinging pain burned the back of my throat. A low growl escaped from my lips as I downed a second drink. After a few minutes the shaking began to subside. I shook my head as I glanced over at the hands of my old fashioned clock by the bed. The time read 4:07am.
I only slept 4 hours.
With that I made my way into the bathroom. My eyes paused as I reached the mirror. To my surprise another man was looking back at me. Disbelief filled me as I shook my head once more and averted my eyes away from the mirror. No. I'm just imagining things.
Trying to gather my mentality, I glanced back at the mirror. The same man was looking back at me with a grave shocked face. I clenched my jaw as I slowly leaned in closer. I scanned the other man's face with wide eyes. His face was pale and thin. Dark circles tugged at the edges of his eyes making him look ferocious and cold. The man's face looked wild by his dark untamed beard and shoulder length hair. I glanced down to also see my hair at shoulder length.
"What's the matter Nathan? Can't recognize me?" The man in the mirror chuckled.
My eyes widened as I quickly flew back away from the mirror. What the hell is going on? Oh no... No No No! This... This can't be happening. My eyes travelled back to the mirror. Again I took in the man's cold blue eyes.
Who is this man? This can't be me.
"Why do you look so scared? I thought you'd be happy to see me." The man winked.
Fear slithered into me as I slowly approached the mirror.
"Who are you? W-WWhy are you talking to me?" I stuttered. I must be going crazy like they said I would.
The man began laughing as he eyed me. "Awww. Tsk! Tsk! Nathan. You should know better by now."
I ran a hand through my hair. "Fuck! I'm going insane. I fucking knew it! FUCK!" I shouted as I slammed my fists against the sink.
"Now now, calm down boy. You're going to give yourself a headache."
"WHO ARE YOU?" I shouted into the mirror.
The man gave a tiny smirk. "I'm you silly. Who else do you think I am?"
"No, this isn't right. People just don't start talking to themselves." I responded.
"Well some people do, but that's because they're crazy." He responded.
"I'M NOT CRAZY!"
"And how do you know that?" he laughed.
Anger began to coil inside me as I continued staring into the mirror. A bitter scowl crossed my face as I grabbed at my razor.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Shut the fuck up!" I hissed.
"You really think this is going to help? This won't change anything. I'm not going to go away..."
"SHUT UP!" I yelled.
"You know what I want Nathan. I'm not going to go away until I get it."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
A part of me didn't understand what I was doing as I lathered the shaving cream onto the lower half of my face. With the razor in hand, I slowly ran it down the edge of my jaw. A flicker of familiarity ran through my face as I looked at the man's reaction.
"What do you want?" I asked, looking into the mirror.
A smile filled the man's face. "I just want you."
I shook my head as I continued shaving my face. Astonishment filled the man's face as he continued to watch me with dark eyes.
"You can't have me." I replied with a wicked chuckle.
"You don't have a choice. One day you are going to need me, and that will be the day I will have you."
"Never going to happen."
"Yes, it will."
Once my face was clean shaven I stood back to observe the other man. I brought my hand to my cheek as I stared into the mirror.
Is this me? I can barely see you.
Without thinking I opened up the medicine cabinet and pulled out a pair of blue scissors. My eyes returned back to mirror as I gathered a small bundle of hair in one hand. With a simple snip, the hair slowly fell to the floor. More and more hair began falling to the ground. I watched as my hands took on a life of their own. By the time I knew it, my hair was short.
I see you...
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Location: Nathan's Room
Time: 11:54 am
A light knock came from my door. My eyebrows rose as I glanced at the clock. Who could that be? Today's my day off. And not by choice.
I opened up the large door. Kowski stood outside my door with a small nod. He was dressed in uniform with his rifle by his side.
"Kowski." I stated.
"Scott. You've got a phone call waiting. Phone Booth 3." He replied with a firm tone.
"Thanks." I indicated.
With that he quickly walked away. Strange.
I quickly pulled on my jacket and walked out into the fresh light. The walk to phone booth 3 was short. It was at the back of a local pub called Dingers. I entered the small pub and quickly walked towards the back. The scent of toxic smoke and musky booze invaded my nose as I slipped into the small phone booth. I eyed the phone with curiosity. After a few minutes of deliberation I picked up the phone.
"Hello?" I muttered into the phone.
"Nathan?" The voice on the other line spoke.
A large smile crossed my face as I hugged the phone tighter to my ear.
"Lucas!" I sighed with happiness.
"Yep, the one and only. Unless you know of another Lucas then I'm the one that's your older brother. Or have you already forgotten about me since you haven't written or called me." Lucas replied.
"I'm sorry Luke. I've been kinda busy." I stated.
"I get it Nate. But what I don't understand is why you didn't call me after what happened to you."
"I'm fine now." I muttered.
"You almost died! How can you not understand that? I'm your brother."
I closed my eyes and stayed silent. There was a long pause as I gathered my thoughts. I pinched my lips together and glared down at my feet.
"Is it really that bad over there?" he asked in a low whisper.
"I'm sorry I didn't call you Lucas. The fact of the matter is that I'm not dead. I promise that if anything like that happens again I will call you." I replied.
"This is all my fault... if I hadn't..."
"Stop. Don't say it. We are in this together." I gave a half smile.
"I love you Nate." Lucas spoke.
"So I had a dream about you the other day." I laughed, changing the subject.
A light chuckle erupted from Lucas as he breathed into the phone. "Really! That's funny. What was it about?"
"I don't know some fucking flowers in a field and us singing Kumbaya." I nodded.
Lucas laughed again. "Wow that's gay."
"I know." I rolled my eyes with a playful grin.
Another pause.
"So how are you guys doing over there?" I asked.
Immediately there was a change in Lucas's tone. "Good. Were doing very well, and everything is going according to plan."
"So everything is on schedule correct?" I questioned.
"Yes."
"Do you remember Delta x?" I enquired.
"I remember talking about it in theory. Why do you ask?" Lucas responded.
"I think there's going to be a slight change of plans." I stated.
"Meaning?"
"I want to activate Delta X and put the theory into test." I answered.
"This is going to change everything." He sighed.
"No it won't. "
"Yes it will. I mean... (sigh) How are you going to do this? Do you even have a backup plan if something goes wrong? Do you have outside reinforcement?" he asked.
"Wow. Slow down. First off, were in the planning stages. So we will create several backup plans. Second I have a few crazy people in mind who wouldn't mind helping. Look I know this is crazy but you just don't understand what's going on down here." I replied.
In my mind I could imagine Lucas's stern face getting annoyed. A warm gentle smile touched my face at the thought of it.
"Okay. But you have less than 3 months. In 3 months the plan is taking place. We don't have much time left. And if you do decide to do this then I want to know everything. I don't need to tell you how dangerous and stupid this is." Lucas muttered.
"I love you too Lucas." I nodded.
"Why are you doing this now?" he asked with curiosity.
I bit the inside of my cheek to try to hide a smile. My face flushed with warmth as Brooke's face popped into my head. "I've met someone." I whispered.
"Wait, you mean met someone met someone, or met someone?" he asked.
I swallowed the rising the lump in my throat. "I think I found her."
"What are you talking about?"
"The girl of my dreams." I responded with a light tone.
"If you're doing this for the girl, then she must really mean something to you." He chuckled.
"I hope when all this is over that you'll get to meet her." I sighed.
"Me too little brother. Me too." He agreed.
"Alright. We'll I'm sure you're really busy. So I'll let you get back to work." I nodded.
"I'll be seeing you around then. Talk to you later." He responded.
"Bye Lucas." With that the phone went dead.
I stepped out of the booth and into the smoky pub. A heavy sigh left my lips as I scanned the room. There were very few people in the pub. I continued inspecting the room when I came across a pair of dark chocolate eyes belonging to a light skinned woman. Her large seductive eyes slowly slid up and down my body with desire. Her long dark locks fell across her shoulders as she swept her hair away from her face. I knew what she wanted. I could tell by the way she was looking at me. I bit down on my lower lip. It's been a long time since I've had sex. She wants me... Immediately I was pulled back into reality. No. I can't have sex with this woman. She's not...Brooke. With one final look at the woman I headed out of the pub.
Today was another pretty day. The sun was out, the birds were chirping and everything seemed normal. But deep down I knew better. Everyone did. This place would never be normal. I glanced around at the desolate area. I hate not working.
My eyes burned as I began to walk around. I went through the main barriers and into the women's labor camp. I casually strolled by the other guards as I walked towards the women's sewing sector. Even though I don't work there anymore, I can't help but check on the women. As I made my way to the small building I glanced around at all the poorly fed women. I bit the inside of my cheek as the smell hit me. A large knot formed at the back of my throat as I walked into the small room. A few women glanced up at me with fear. I casually scanned the room for new faces. There were a few new people, probably the ones that replaced the old ones. With a last look I slowly walked out of the room. In the center of all buildings was a long line of people waiting to get their food. A simple glance at people's bowls and I knew they were having some sort of stew with a small piece of bread.
After I glanced around a bit longer I decided to head back to my room. I slowly started walking out of the barriers until something caught my eye, or rather a pair of eyes. Shock coursed through me as I gazed into this woman's eyes. I shook my head in disbelief. She looks soo much like... But it can't be.
The woman looked at me with hatred and curiosity. She had the most striking green eyes I had ever seen. Her face was pale a little thin; I could tell that she was a new arrival. Her eerie face and shaved head sent shivers all over my body as I slowly made my way towards her. I knew I had never met this woman in my entire life but somehow I recognized her. When I reached her I quickly grabbed her chin and pulled it to the left to inspect her closely.
Incredible. Almost the same facial structure but not. Who is this woman?
This woman couldn't be more than 22. She's definitely my age, not to mention how beautiful she is. My eyes glanced down at her entire body absorbing everything in.
"Smile." I ordered.
"There is no reason to smile." She retorted.
"Do as I say and I won't kill you." I demanded.
The woman forced on a fake smile. Without delay everything began to click together. I grabbed the back of the woman's neck and pulled her.
"Where are you taking me?" She asked with a bitter tone.
"With anyone else, those outbursts would have gotten you killed on the spot." I responded.
"So get it over with." She replied in a monotone voice.
I continued to drag her through the multiple barriers.
"I want to keep an eye on you." I replied.
We continued our walk until we reached Canada. David was at the door.
"What have we got here?" he asked.
"We got another one." I replied.
"Alright take her in." He nodded.
I yanked open the door and pulled the girl in. All eyes glanced up at me as I tossed the woman into the large sorting room.
"You ladies be sure to take care of her." I ordered.
I quickly shifted my eyes over to Brooke. Her hazel eyes weren't on me but to the new girl I brought in. I could see that her jaw was wide open with shock. Tears slowly streamed down her face as she continued staring at the girl.
"Gracie?" Brooke asked with big eyes.
The woman looked at me with confusion then back to Brooke with wide eyes. "B-B-Brooke!"
A big warm feeling filled my chest as Brooke quickly ran over to the girl with open arms. Both girls began crying in each other's arms. I watched as I fought back my own threatening tears. After a few minutes I nodded my head with fulfilment. Knowing that everything was fine I turned and left the room. David was waiting for me outside with a knowing smile.
"What are you doing here and what did you do to your hair?" David sighed.
I licked my lips and gave him a half smile. "I was just walking around. Can't a guy just check on things?"
David chuckled. "Fine. Fine. But tonight you are telling me what happened to your hair. I will not be taking no for an answer."
"Fine." I mocked as I continued my walk back to my room.
Today was a good day.
Krebs
A warm crackling fire warmed the office with a charming smile. My eyes scanned through the various documents on my desk with concentration. Tension dug into my shoulders like a 50lb weight. After a few seconds of staring at the documents a low sigh erupted from my lips as I opened my bottom drawer. I pulled out a small bottle of vodka and grabbed the glass at the edge of my desk. I watched as I filled the clear liquid to the top of the cup. A loud knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts.
"Come in." I muttered.
A faint figure walked in as I slowly peeled my eyes away from my documents. A brown haired Kowski stood a few feet in front of my desk. I licked my lips as a small smile crossed my face. Taking a small sip from my glass, I nodded towards the man to take a seat. His large body quickly fell into one of the large chairs.
"Have you given any thought to what we discussed the other day?" I asked with a firm tone.
"I have sir." Kowski replied.
"And what is your answer?" I questioned.
"I'll do it sir." Kowski answered.
"Good. I just know that there is something that he's hiding. I don't know what it is, but I feel it." I sighed.
"I don't know what you think you're going to find sir, but I honestly believe Scott is just another workaholic man." Kowski responded.
My eyes glared at Kowski. "Do you see the look on his face every time we punish those fucking Jews? He feels sorry for them. Not only that, but he looks at us with disgust. Like were the bad one's here. "
"He's weak."
"Stop defending him Kowski. You don't even like the man." I growled. "I want to know everything there is to know about Nathan Scott. Everything!"
"Yes sir." Kowski nodded.
"Good, now if we don't find anything then he's good. But if we do, then he's a dead man." I muttered.
"Shouldn't we at least give him a fair trial? He is one of us after all." Kowski retorted.
"Fair trial? This isn't a democracy Kowski. This is my place. MY PLACE! AND IF YOU DO FIND SOMETHING ON HIM I WILL DO AS I DAMN WILL PLEASE. NO ONE, AND I MEAN NO ONE IS GOING TO FUCK THIS UP FOR ME!"
Kowski stared down at his feet with a flushed face. I glared at him until he finally spoke.
"You're right sir. I'll see what I can find out." He complied.
"Get the fuck out of my office." I hissed.
In a few seconds, Kowski gathered his things and quickly shuffled out of my office. Anger began to consume me as I pulled out a letter from the bottom of all the paper work. I pinched my lips as I reread the letter again.
Addressed to the order of Krebs Dietrich:
From: Heinrich Himmler
Dearest Krebs,
How are you my dear friend? I've been hearing great news since you've taken over. I'm glad that things are running smoothly at the farm. As part of a request upon Hitler I shall be making a visit on the lot pretty soon for a check up on the livestock. Hitler's also heard some great news from coming from one of his right hand mans that Lieutenant General Nathan Scott has made exemplary actions to prevent the riots. We would like to therefore promote Mr. Nathan Scott to General, and become a field Marshal. I shall be arriving within the month.
Sincerely,
Himmler.
The edges of my teeth tore into my bottom lip. My fists tightened with fury as I slammed them on top of my desk. With a swing of my arms all the paperwork flew off my desk.
"I won't let this happen. Not if I can help it." I hissed into the fire.
Hey everyone hope everyone enjoyed the chapter. So I wanted to explain why Krebs was angry towards the end of the chapter. You see right now Krebs is a Field Marshal of Auschwitz, but reading the letter not only is Nathan going to be receiving a higher rank but a promotion to Field Marshal too. Krebs doesn't like the idea of sharing his position with anyone else. Just to clear things up, YESSSS Nathan found Brooke's older sister Gracie, who's actually 21. And just so everyone knows, Nathan is 22. Let me know what you think?
Thanks for reading!