Note: In the first half of the chapter, the parts written in "Itallic" are the description of what Kyle sees in his dream. The non-itallic text, thus current lettertype, is the dialogue that is actually going on, in the present.
I personally find this chapter highly distressing.
Warning: AU –Second World War
M-Rated!Contains coarse language, violent imaginary related to the context of war, and sex.
I do not own South Park. I do not own anything. I wish I was that f* genius!
In a strange dream, Kyle sees nothing but blackness.
In this world of void, he hears two voices.
One familiar, the other not.
"Any chance your father would open a vacancy in Sobibor*, soon?" The familiar but unfriendly voice speaks.
"Why do you keep insisting in being transferred there?" The unfamiliar voice asks. It sounds bored.
Out of nowhere, small white flakes rise in the blackness. They slowly climb in a soft dance, like if they were lifted by a gentle breeze. The flakes are few at first, but soon grow in number. White dancing dots paint the hollow blackness.
"You know very well why! Who presented the plan for the Final Solution of the Jewish race at the Waanse Conference**? Who inspired Herr Reinhard to build the extermination camps? Who came up with the idea of camouflaging everything so nobody would suspect what was going on? Me! I did! It's my dawn right to go to Sobibor!" Kyle frowned in his sleep. It was the authoritative voice he so much hated, so much avoided, so much feared. "I want to be there, Craig. And see with my own eyes. The Jews arrive in great masses. I want to see their scared faces…"
The voice echoed in Kyle's head
"I want to see their scared faces…"
And became part of his dream.
…scared faces…
Kyle watches as the blackness is filled completely by the flakes until everything is white. Suddenly, he feels his body go under and he gently travels downwards, while the flakes fly the opposite direction. He still hears the odious voice echoing in the background. He lands smoothly on the floor. It's white from the flakes, but he realizes it's no snow.
"I want to see their faces when they step out the trains…"
Kyle watches a long grey train with cargo wagons come in his direction and stop right opposite him. He looks around and there is no station. Actually, there is nothing around him. Not one single tree. Not one single bird or living creature. Only open fields in a barren land covered by the strange white flakes. Out of nowhere, tall soldiers, dressed in black thick woolen coats, march to the train and open the wagons. Terrified people of all ages are pulled out of the wagons and, suddenly, it all looks very familiar.
The white flakes are still falling.
Falling from the sky.
But it's no snow.
"…I want to see the hope die in their eyes, when women and men are guided in different directions. When they are guided to their doom…"
Kyle sees the soldiers open their mouths screaming, shouting and yelling. But he hears nothing. Only the echo of the hateful voice. The families are separated. The mothers that struggle and hold on to their little boys, receive a violent blow from the back of a rifle. They fall down with their bodies on the strange white flakes, in pain and disoriented. The children are taken away, while the mothers are dragged back to the mass of women.
"…I want to see the look on their faces when they know, even though they were separated, they will go to the same place. They will suffer the same fate…"
White flakes fly above a mass of men walking diligently. There are dozens and dozens of David starts being guided by a hand full of Swastikas. Some scream and cry of despair, others are silenced by desolation. Those who fight or try to run away are shot right at the spot.
The red blood of the innocent mingles with the white floor.
"…I want to see the factories of death..."
The white flakes dance in the wind against a dark red background.
Kyle watches the mass of men head towards a large grey building. It has tall chimneys. Instead of black smoke, it's the white flakes that comes out of them.
"…I want to see them be shaved of their big curly black locks, I want to see them being stripped naked and sent to the showers…"
Kyle's eyes follow the scared men. Naked. Bald. Young. Old. Little teary boys clinging to the bodies of their daddies. They are pushed into a large room, but not large enough for them. The males are all packed up. Naked bodies shivering of fear against each other. The room looks like the interior of an empty warehouse, with the oddity of having showers attached to the ceiling. The lights go off. There are gasps and small cries. There are whispers of prayers. There are whispers of fathers telling their sons soon it all will be over. They fear of what's coming next. They know what's coming next.
"…I want to hear their screams of agony…"
The showers are opened. But no water comes out of them. Instead, it's some kind of steam. Its smell is intoxicating. Screams of horror fill the room. The men gasp for air but instead they choke in it. They call for help. They beg for God to save them.
But today God is not here.
"…and scream until the last voice fades away and all that remains is silence."
They are dead.
All of them are dead.
Their eyes are widened, their mouths open. Hands holding hands, the memory of their last moments in Earth. The doors are opened again. One by one the bodies are removed and transported into a large truck. It brings the bodies to the factory with great ovens of large yellow flames. The bodies are thrown into the wild fire. Human flesh is consumed by angry flames. They burn until there is nothing but ashes.
White ashes flying against a red sky.
Kyle's eyes opened widely. He woke up with a startle, cold sweat drops on his forehead, hot tears in the corners of his eyes. His chest rose and fell quickly from his fast breathing. He casted his eyes down and saw Bebe lying unconscious on top of him. Everybody was sleeping, except for Herr Cartman and another boy, whose name he could not remember. They didn't notice him waking up.
"Cartman, Sobibor is just an extermination camp. Its concentration camp is small and nothing compared to Dachau's. It's isolated and far from everything. The weather over there is much extremer, much colder and bitter. There is nothing out there for you to find. Only gas chambers and death. You are much better off in Dachau." The black haired boy tried to change the other boy's mind.
"You just don't get it, do you?" The fat Nazi spoke upset. "It was my idea! My plan! It's my right to be there and listen to their crying while they choke in the poisoned air!" Herr Cartman yelled outraged, sending chills down Kyle's spine.
"Okay, Cartman. I can see this is very important to you. I'll talk to my father. I'll do my best to convince him to transfer you to Sobibor. I did manage to convince him in building those gas chambers here in Dachau***, after all."
"Yes, you did, Craig. Yes, you did." Herr Cartman said with a triumphant smile.
By now, Kyle was feeling really sick. His mind still played the dream's images of the crowd of Jewish men walking to their condemnation. His thoughts were spinning around and around. Fake showers. Gas chambers. Poisoned air. Kyle desperately gasped, but the thick presence of opium in the air made him choke. He felt dizzy and started panicking. In his mind he was with the men under the lethal showers. They had their mouths open. And the more they tried to breathe, the more they inhaled the deadly gas. Struggling to breathe, Kyle truly believed, he was in that room too, choking his life away. They already poisoned me! He thought desperate and sat up urgently, his hand around his neck, taking great gasps of air, inhaling more and more opium. He coughed painfully and only then did the two boys notice he was awake. Bebe flinched a bit on top of him and mumbled something uncomprehending in her sleep. Kyle, struggled to get from under her and stood up.
The moment his feet touched the floor, his legs gave away. His whole body still felt numb and, although his vivid dream had awoken his brains momentarily, his mind was already being slackened by the drug. With trembling legs, he slowly stood up and looked around. Everything was blurry. He saw the unclear image of Herr Cartman and the other boy walking to him.
"Kahl? What's wrong Kahl?" Herr Cartman asked but Kyle could not understand his words.
"He doesn't look all that well." Craig said, while he rested his hand on the Jew's shoulder. Kyle panicked. He slapped his hand away and took a step backwards, terror all spread on his paled features.
"Stay away from me!" Kyle slurred while he tried to find back the balance in his legs. He needed to run away. To get as far away of this strange circle of Nazis. "Stay away from me, fucking Nazis!" He said with a stronger voice and headed to the door. He could barely walk, his legs too heavy and weak. He lost all coordination and stumbled on the chair he had sat before, so he nearly fell down for a second time. "I have to get out." He nervously whispered.
"What's his problem?" Craig asked confused.
"I don't know, I think maybe he had too much opium." Herr Cartman said. He watched the Jew open the door and stumble away. "Stay here. I'll see what's the matter with the damn kike."
Herr Cartman walked calmly to the door. He was surprised to see that Kyle was gone by the time he got there. How had the Jew moved so quickly, when a moment ago he barely could walk, puzzled him. He looked at both sides of the corridor and opened the nearest doors. Nothing. It was like if the damn Jew had disappeared into thin air. Suddenly he felt a cold wind sweep through his body. He turned right on the corridor, and made a short run to the entrance hall. The door was wide open and outside it was windy and snowing. Herr Cartman wrapped his arms around his body, when he felt the freezing air and cursed. Fucking Jew! He's getting himself dead in this cold. He stepped outside and looked around. Dawn, it's so fucking dark! I can't see a thing!"
"Kahl? Kahl? Where are you?" He called a few times, while he stepped outside. Suddenly he saw something moving in the dark. He ran on the snow and soon reached Kyle, who was still stumbling disoriented. He grabbed Kyle's arm and turned him around. "Fuck, Jew! What do you think you're doing?"
"Stay away from me!" Kyle yelled still panicked.
"Kahl, Listen to me! You need to go back inside. You'll freeze to death out here!" Herr Cartman said, while he tried to put some sense into the Jew's head.
"Like if you cared!" Kyle furiously spat. "And my name is Kyle! Ky-le! Not Kahl!"
"Okay, Ky-le. Now come back inside, I won't hurt you." Herr Cartman said in a sweet voice, while Kyle gave him a wary look. I should bloody turn your neck, you asshole! The fat Nazi thought. But instead he loosened his grip on the boy's shoulder, demonstrating he wouldn't hurt him. "I won't harm you, I promise. I just want to go back inside and drink something warm, okay? Would you like to drink something warm, Ky-le?" The red haired boy, who was by now losing the feeling in his fingers nodded.
"I could do with a warm drink." Kyle consented and allowed Herr Cartman's heavy hand rest on his back, while he guided him back to the house. The redhead watched the white flakes whirl under the entrance's door light and softly murmured. "It's no snow."
A/N
* Sobibor: Extermination Camp in Poland.
** The Wannsee Conference was held on the 20th January 1942. SS official Reinhard Heydrich held a meeting of Nazi government officials to present the Final Solution and became itschief executor. His plan was calledAktion Reinhard and had as goal the transport and destruction of all 11 million Jews of Europe. This was the largest single massacre action of the Holocaust. It lasted 21 months, from March 1942 to November 1943. New camps (Extermination Camp or Death Camp) were specially created for genocide (in opposition with Concentration Camp or Labor Camp, they were actually prisons) for the sole purpose of killing off the following racial groups: Jews, Russian prisoners of war, and Gypsies (Sinti-Roma). Their long-range plans, unrealized, included targeting some 30 million Slavs for death.
Six Death or Extermination Camps were constructed in Poland. These so-called death factories were Auschwitz-Birkenau, Treblinka, Belzec , Sobibór, Lublin (also called Majdanek ), and Chelmno . The primary purpose of these camps was the methodical killing of millions of innocent people. There was no selection process; Jews were destroyed upon arrival. The first, Chelmno, began operating in late 1941. The others began their operations in 1942.
***On July 1942, the construction of 5 gas chambers in Dachau camp was ordered. They were completed in 1943. Only 1 out of the 5 chambers was used for extermination causes. It was only used once, during a typhus epidemic in 1944-1945.