Nathan Scott

3 years ago…..

The sound of leaking water dribbles endlessly from the tip of an old rusty pipe creating a large puddle on the rough floor. A strong noxious odor of sewer filters through the dimly lit basement. There's only a single light that is quietly dangling from the ceiling, carelessly flickering on and off. In the corner of the large basement a growling pit of fire glows like they rays of the burning sun. An indescribable heat has consumed the room, the type that could suffocate someone in their sleep. From the corner of the room a dark figure begins to move against the shadows. The shuffling noise resonates off the walls like a piercing bullet. When the figure finally stops, eyes immediately lock to the center of the room.

Two figures, back to back, were tightly strapped into chairs. Blindfolds covered their faces as a mixture of blood and sweat slipped down their faces. The figure in the corner smirks quietly to himself before slowly walking out from the darkness. The man eyes the two figures with a curious type of look. He cautiously walks around the two of them taking in the scene. When he finally pauses he ends up in front of one of the two men. Sucking in a deep breath, the man squares his shoulders. Then with a powerful force, he slammed his already bruised up fist into the chest of the blinded blonde haired figure. The tall blonde haired man gasps for air, his body trying to lean forward as much as the straps would let him. Loud sputtering emanates from the blonde. More blood lazily trickles down his swollen nose.

Another violent hit lands across his face, causing the blindfold to fall off. Sparkling blue eyes come into view and land on the attacker, a vengeful gleam twisting behind those pretty blues. The blonde haired man carefully licks his lips; the taste of metallic has filled his mouth. Then without warning, the blue eyed man spits out the accumulated blood from his mouth and at the attacker. Not even a moment later another fist was rammed into his jaw. A squirt of blood flew out from his lips as the white of his eyes began to show, his head falling limply to the side.

The attacker began to slowly move over to the dark haired figure still slumped over in his seat. Another smirk crosses his face as he walks over to the small table nearby, grabbing the large silver bucket. He carried the bucket until he was a few feet away from the men. Then he carelessly dumped the ice cold water over the two brothers. The dark haired figure's body was shocked back to life. A loud gasp echoed in the room. The attacker nodded his head with approval as he flung the bucket into a corner.

"Glad you ladies are up." The voice finally spoke. "I was beginning to wonder if you were dead!"

The dark haired man shook his head, flinging as much water off as he could. The man's large hands started yanking at his chained wrists. Anger rippled through him. His movements in the chair began to get frantic when the chains still would not let him go. He growled loudly.

"YES! That's it boy! Get angry! GET ANGRY!" the attacker shouts.

Another loud piercing scream thunders through the room. There was so much power to it that it would have made any little kid cry monster. From across the room the attacker begins laughing with delight. Pride was running through his eyes at the scene before him.

After a few more minutes the dark haired figure slumps back over in his seat, his large broad naked shoulders angled forward. The attacker walks over to him, taking off the blindfold. Once the blindfold is removed the attacker brushes his hand through the man's dark sweating locks.

"Good job Nathan, Good job." The man whispers.

Nathan's head is slumped down against his chest. A couple drops of blood run down the tip of his nose and down to his bruised and beaten chest. He's heaving silently, all the energy in him gone. The older man smiles down at him once more before backing away. The attacker/older man glances down at his watch.

"You have now officially been down here for three weeks. You've had no food, barely any water, and endless amounts of torture. Yet both of you are still alive and kicking. And that pain that you're feeling, the one that's raging through your body right now, is how you know you're still here. YOU ARE STILL ALIVE!"

With that, a sharp pointing object is thrusted into the right of Nathan's chest. A loud shattering scream sputters out. Blood quickly oozes from the point of impact. Then just as quickly as it went in the object is out. The older man laughs as he whirls around the two brothers. He does the same to Lucas. Another high pitched scream rattles through the room. The blonde boy's body moves around in his chair wildly clawing at his arm rest.

"FUCK YOU!" Lucas shouts out as he angrily tries to reach for the attacker.

The older man removes the sharp object from Lucas and tosses the weapon off to the side. "What are you going to do now Lucas? You don't have mommy here to save you anymore."

This sets off the younger brother like no other. Immediately the boy is thrashing wildly, his eyes fuming with a malicious fire. The chair creaks up towards the attacker. Drool, and blood slipping contorting his face into some sort of creature. He's screaming at the top of his lungs. "I'M GONNA KILL! FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU KEITH!"

Keith straightens up his back as a viscous laughter rumbles through his body. "YES! THAT'S IT! HATE! DO YOU FEEL THAT LUCAS? DO YOU FEEL THAT? THE WAY IT'S SLOWLY CONSUMING YOUR EVERY BEING. YOU FEEL THAT?"

Lucas screams even louder.

"STOP IT!" Nathan shouts.

Keith chuckles before leaning back on a table, pulling out a cigarette from his back pocket. He quickly lights up the cig and inhales the toxic smoke. His eyes watch the horrendous scene before him, taking everything in. By the time he's finally finished his cig, Lucas has finally stopped thrashing around. Tears were trickling down the boy's face. So much pain filled his eyes, the very same pain reflecting in the older man's. With a careless flick the cigarette bud flies into an abandon corner.

"If you want your revenge then take it. It's yours. Suffer through the pain, push past it, consume it! Let it fill every crevice in your entire body. That pain unlike any other. Thrive in it because you have to. You have to be merciless, and most importantly unforgiveable."

At this Keith kicks over both of the chairs with a powerful force. Both of the chairs tumble to the ground with a loud thud. Both of the brothers are now on their sides, faces smashed against the floor. "Let that hate rise up. GIVE IT VOICE!"

Another kick hits both the boys in the back of their heads. "The hate that's coursing through your veins must drive YOU! IF IT DOESN'T, YOU WILL NEVER GET YOUR REVENGE!" Another kick lands into Nathan's stomach. Then an object is thrown at Lucas's shoulder.

"NEVER SURRENDER AND NEVER BACK DOWN!" Keith's voice roars out.

A whip gets pulled out. "CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES! MAKE THEM PAY!"

WHIP!

"BE RELENTLESS! NEVER FORGIVE!"

WHIP! More screams fill the room.

"MAKE THEM PAY THE PRICE FROM WHAT THEY'VE TAKEN AWAY FROM YOU!"

"WHAT THEY TOOK FROM US!"

Present time:

I awoke to the sound of a loud piercing scream echoing through my room. Sweat was dribbling down my bare chest. Darkness shrouded my room. My hands shakily grip onto the side of the bed, pulling me to its edge. The pounding in my chest is running wild like never before. My hand closes over my heart as I lean forward, trying to remember how to breathe. Flashes flicker through my head from those extremely awful three months. So much pain…. And blood.

I clench down on my jaw, my free hand twisting in the sheets. My entire body is shaking uncontrollably. Quickly, I get up and rush over to my counter, pulling out the scotch. I rip the top off and take a big swig straight from the bottle. A strong burning sensation scorches my throat, setting it on fire. Once I gulped enough of it down I place the bottle down on the table. As my heart rate begins to settle something finally seems to click into place.

'Make them pay the price from what they've taken away from you'

Immediately that hate quickly rises up into an indescribable fire, just waiting to be let loose to burn anyone and anything around. I lick my lips and immediately grab my coat. An idea has popped up into my head. And suddenly I knew what needed to be done. A call needs to be made

The hot sun is blaring down like an angry goddess. Sweat is dripping down my face as I adjust my rifle to the side. The Canada girls are quickly collecting suitcases and carelessly tossing them into a large wagon. I study them, making sure they're doing what they need to. Out of nowhere there's a shuffle, and a new presence is near me. From the corner of my eye I see a flash of blonde hair come into view.

"Scott." A heavily accented voice states.

"Krebs." I reply in the same manner.

The blonde haired man chuckles softly before spitting something out onto the ground. "I heard about what happened to Roué." Krebs starts off.

I pull my gaze away from the girls and give Krebs a stern look, my mask firmly in place. His blue eyes look over at me, a glint of suspicion shining through them. Almost challenging. I clenched my jaw and continue to stare him down. "I'm sure you did." I replied back roughly.

"The boy came in practically crying like a little shit. I was close to going over my desk to give him a smack myself." Krebs continued.

I didn't say anything. Just waiting till he asked me. "Well I know his side of the story, but what's yours?"

I was annoyed. "You want to know? That little piece of shit was about to defile himself with a fucking JEW! Do you know how disgusting that is! And once you do that you will be forever tainted with the scent of something so foul like disease. YOU CAN'T EVER GET RID OF IT. SO YOU KNOW WHAT YES! I KICKED HIS FUCKING SCRAWNY ASS BECAUSE HE'S A FUCKING DIGRACE TO OUR RACE AND OUR FUCKING COUNTRY!" I spew out with a vengeance. My chest heaving in an undelightful way.

All the entire movement stopped in the area. Everyone that was around was now staring at me. Kreb's jaw is wide open, is eyes glazed over with something I couldn't place. He was clearly taken by surprise. Admiration? Hope? Jealousy? He stared at me for what felt like forever until a wickedly large smile crossed his face. He began laughing before throwing an arm around my shoulder. "Fuck me Scott! Have you got a fucking tongue! I love it! And quite honestly I couldn't agree with you more."

Then with that he retreated back through the barriers. From the corner of my eye I spotted Brooke. My attention quickly shifted to her. The contact. She nods her head. She got what she needed. My eyes travel around at the other girls who also do the same.

"HURRYIT UP LADIES! I DON'T HAVE ALL DAMN DAY! NOW MOVE YOU'RE FUCKING ASSES!" I shout out in the air.

It's nearly 4 am. Brooke and I are in the back room, dozens of papers stacked around, endless amounts of planning scribbled across pages. We've been here for nearly 6 hours, exhaustion taking over. All around us was weeks and weeks worth of notes and careful planning. At this moment my eyes are focused on a sheet scribbling down some thoughts. From across the room I can feel her eyes on me. They were calling, pleading with me to look over. I raised my eyes to her. Immediately she looks away, a light blush creeping across her face. I smirk and look back down at my paper. After a few minutes again I feel her eyes. We both know there's something going on between us. It's obvious. It's real. But we can't…. the consequences….. We can't take the risk. It's too much. And we both know it.

Once her gaze is away from mine I look over at her. The longing in me takes over as my eyes cast over her small frame. Right now she was looking down at her work, lips tucked in between each other. Her hair was falling across her face. I wanted nothing more than to move over and sweep them up. She's so beautiful…. I can't do that. I can't just reach over and touch her. Can I? My insides started burning. The desire to touch was overwhelming. She's sitting less than two feet from me and I can't even breathe. Can't she feel that? Can't she feel me? My heart starts aching. How bad will it feel if I lose her? I rip my gaze from her and back down to my work. Seconds later I feel it again. I try to ignore the call but in the end I lose. I always do.

I look up again. This time she doesn't look away. Something is burning deeply behind her hazel eyes. And it makes the small smile fall right off my face. Suddenly I'm standing at the edge of a cliff. Drums bang against my stomach. Something stirs within me.

I'm falling now, gravity, the only force working. I' m desperately trying to grasp onto something to hold onto. But I can't. It's all too much. Too overwhelming. I rip my gaze away and let out a shaky breath. I quickly stand up and begin picking up all the papers. No words are said. She's still sitting there on the floor, except her eyes are down. I'm grabbing papers, yanking open the floorboards and quickly stuffing the papers in it. I needed to get out of the stuffy room.

Once the papers are gone I quickly head over for the door. I'm silently begging for nothing. Pleading. But then I feel it and my whole body stops moving. An arm has reached out to me, lightly gripping my wrist. I close my eyes. Oh god, please noo. I'm slowly being turned around. My heart is racing wildly. When I open my eyes she's right in front of me with that same look. Something in me shatters. Her hand releases my wrist before slowly reaching out. I'm pleading with her. Don't- Soft fingertips slowly trace down the sides of my jaw. Her fingers leave a trailing heat and consume me over and over. I can't breathe. She's pulling me in closer. Our faces get closer and closer until were inches away from each other. Her warm breath reaches me. I'm entranced in her spell. Her fingers run over my lips then my chin. She leans in, her eyes closing. My heart stops.

Immediately I pull away. Fear is racing through me. "Don't-" I beg her. Tears are threatening to fall. Please don't do this. She ignores me before closing her eyes and then reopening them. Her eyes were watering with this intense look about them.

"Don't be scared." She whispers.

I shake my head, tears running down now. "I c-can't. Please don't do this. Please!"

Brooke shakes her head. A tears fall from her too. I'm trembling beneath her gaze. Then both of her hands are on the opposite sides of my face. Everything in slow motion. Her thumbs brush away my tears, she looking at me with that look. It's the kind of look that will forever haunt me for the rest of my life. She leans in close. Her lips press against me.

I implode. And everything I had ever known disappears. All I could see was her. I close my eyes and finally stop fighting. More tears fall down my face as I wrap my arms around her waist. I could no longer fight my destiny. From this moment on, everything had forever changed.

I love her.

A large smoky room comes into view as I walk in through the door. At the center was a large round table containing dozens of men in uniform. Quiet chatter was roaming through the room as the men started taking their seats. I'm sitting down at the end of the table, David sitting to my right. All the way to the other side sits Krebs. He's staring at me with this look. It makes me smirk inside. Apparently I had been promoted and rewarded with this gracious new seat.

"He looks like he's about to take a shit." David leans in and whispers into my ear.

I chuckle softly. He certainly did. Suddenly the doors fly open. Himmler walks in with a trail of uniformed men. Silence quickly settles as everyone stands up, including myself. A tap. 'Hail Hitler' orchestrates through the meeting room. Everyone then settles back down in their seats except for me because Himmler is making his way to me. A small smile has stretched across his flat face. The man's tall frame comes into view. The first thing I notice is the moustache. I cringe a little at the sight. It looks like the end product of a cow. The taller man stops in front of me, his fingers adjusting the small round glasses on the tip of his crooked nose. His dark hair was gelled back. He looked like the perfect German soldier.

"Scott! So great to finally meet you. You know, I met your brother a few months ago when I was in Munich. Smart lad, he is. I could see why the great almighty Hitler took a liking to him. That boy was something else. He tells us great things about you. And now that I'm here we made a good decision." He slaps my shoulder.

"Thank you sir." I reply with a large fake smile.

"Please, call me Heinrich. Or Rickky, for short." He booms out with laughter.

"Alright then." I agree.

Himmler pulls me into a hug before heading over to Krebs, who is shifting the scowl on his face to a large fake smile. I'm laughing inside. He hates me. Good…. Because he's gonna need it.

After a few more minutes the meeting starts. The conversation begins with the secret revolution groups around the country. There has been more news and recent developments about a possible leader/ leaders. We needed to find them and exterminate them. The increasing number of these groups was spreading. War was coming. Rumors were spreading like wild fire. They needed more Intel to investigate these rumors.

"I think we should start here." Krebs spoke out.

All eyes landed on him. "Explain." Himmler responded with an eye raise.

"Well we found that boy here, threatening our civilization. Who's not to say that we don't have members of that group already in here." Krebs replied.

"Of course they are in here! They are fucking everywhere!" A man with stringy white hair replied.

"Yes…. So make the fucking connections. If we want information we have to start retrieving it from them. MAKE them tell us. SOMEONE has to know something. And if not… they'll tell us who's in these groups. And once we start putting these fires out… We'll be good to go."

"You mean torture them." David responded.

Krebs smiles with that awful smile. "But of course."

"Then you should start with the men's sector camp. Then after that the women." Himmler added.

"I couldn't agree more. What do you think Scott?" Krebs asked.

I look over at him and bite the inside of my cheek. He was calling me out. "That sounds like a good idea." I replied.

We need to get a move on and fast….

I am SOOOO very sorry for how long it has been. I just couldn't seem to get the ending right and I had to rewrite and blah blah blah. So hope you liked it. Be posting more soon. I currently don't have internet or very much access to a comp. Hope you forgive! Thanks to whoever is still reading!