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!

Kyle desperately tried to free himself from the two Nazis.

He needed to go back to his father. He needed to save him. He needed to go back to his brother. He needed to take care of him. But his fight was a worthless one. He was small, weak and in pain, while the soldiers were large, robust and fit. Yet, he was too restless to stop. So he continued struggling, while he cursed vile words he didn't even know he knew. They approached a long low white building he never saw before and realized he had been dragged to an unknown part of the camp. Kyle started panicking, this time fearing for himself. There were only two things that could await him here. Torture and death. So he struggled even more, this time of fear, while he screamed. But it was all in vain.

The soldiers dragged him along a corridor made out of white walls, stopped in front of a door, opened it and threw him inside a small dark room. Kyle fell on his face and heard the door being locked behind him. He lifted his head and looked around. There was nothing but four ugly grey walls. Or at least he thought they were grey. Because the room was dark. The only source of light and air was a narrow breach, very high positioned, close to the ceiling. There was not one single piece of furniture. Nothing. Only walls. Kyle slowly got up, panting of fear. He was trapped. There was nothing he could do. Nothing but one thing.

The red haired boy threw himself at the door and hit it hard with his fists. It was made of metal and produced a hard sound at each bang. He hit again and again and again. It was dark. Too dark. In his mind's eye, he saw the long slow march of Jews to the gas chambers. His father's face was among them. He saw his brother alone in the camp, struggling to survive by himself. Alone and forgotten by the other Jews. He could see Herr Cartman's cruel grin. It grew wider at his suffering. And so fear and anger were mingled in a mix of turbulent emotions.

"Let me out! Let me out of here!" Kyle yelled while he hit the metal door harder and harder "Let me out! You fucking murderers!" He hit the door so hard and so many times, his skin broke and bled. But he was too deranged to feel the pain. "You have no right to kill! Monsters! Let me out!"

The more he hit the door, the more he became desperate, hopeless and hysterical. He couldn't stop himself. He was fueled by fear. It grew in his heart like a cancer. It darkened his thoughts, so his mind couldn't reason properly. The grey walls were closing in him. His family needed him, but he was trapped. All he felt was sheer despair, frustration, impotence. Kyle threw his body against the door. Once, twice, countless times. So many times, he collapsed exhausted, soaked in blood, tears and sweat. He released a horrible scream of agony. I'm not getting out of here. They are not letting me out. Kyle bitterly thought as he slowly crawled to the corner opposite the door and curled himself against it. The initial mix of anger and fear was now being replaced by crude terror. Where am I? He thought with tears running down his face. What are they going to do to me? Every second that passed, Kyle felt panic grow inside his chest like a burning fire. The grey walls were closing in him. I have to get out of here…I have to get away. The grey walls were closing in him. He stood up again and ran back to the door.

"Let me out! Please let me out! Please! I'm begging you! Let me out!" Feeling claustrophobic, Kyle lost his grip completely.

He had no idea how long he was inside this small dark room. It could have been minutes but felt already like an eternity. Each plea he screamed became louder and more desperate. But the door never opened. Kyle was completely overpowered by horror, despair and panic. All the years of pressure built up inside of him came out in the form of horrible painful screams and uncontrollable sobbing. Since the first timid signs of discrimination, to the implementation of wearing the David star. Since all growing restrictions and banishment from society, to the Cristal night. Since his long hiding years in a cramp attic, to the arrival in Dachau and its degrading daily lifestyle. All of it was coming out in horrifying anguished screams. It was all pain. A pain coming from the depths of his soul. He hit and cried and begged and screamed against the metal door, until he let himself slide down on the floor and lay on it weeping miserably, feeling completely lost and alone in this dark world.

…

Kyle opened his eyes. He had dozed off after his hysterical attack. He stared wearily at the metal door. It was still closed. Just like the room was still dark. He got up with some difficultly, his whole body sore and stumbled to a corner of the room. He sat with his knees to his chin and wept silently. He had no idea what time it was. The little light that entered through the small breach indicated it was day. But he could not tell if it was still morning or already afternoon. He sniffed miserably, his eyes were fixed on the blackness in front of him. It matched the darkness that lived inside his heart.

"Why?" He whispered softly to the darkness, to the emptiness. "What have I done wrong? God?" Kyle searched the small light in hope he somehow could catch a glimpse of God's presence in the room. "Can you even hear me? Can you even see me? God?" He closed his burning eyes and let the salty tears run freely down his cheeks. "I still believe in You. We all do. We all follow Your guidance. So why don't You protect us? Do You not you care about us?" He paused almost expectantly, but nothing. There was no voice that answered his questions. No sign that his calling had been heard. "Have we not always been faithful to You? Have we not always followed Your teachings? Your laws? Why do you always consent others in torturing us? Do you enjoy making our lives difficult?" The redhead sighed as there was no answer. "You always allowed us to be persecuted! To lose our lands to enemies, to live as slaves among worshipers of false gods! But we still continued believing in You. We continued having faith in You. Even when You let the Temple be destroyed*! Even when the Catholics burned us to death**! Even now, when You let Nazis torture and exterminate us!" Kyle shut his eyes tightly and let the tears flow freely, sobbing sadly. "Are You not satisfied with us? GOD? Don't you care about us? Because You just let the Nazis get away with their atrocities! And instead of being punished, they are awarded with rich magnificent lives! While we…Your people…Those who remain always faithful to You…We end up in camps and gas chambers!" He yelled revolted, staring into the darkness. His heart desperately hoped for a sign, but nothing happened. Nothing changed. "Why do you let all this happen to us?" He asked this time more to himself. "Unless…You don't exist." Kyle whispered, hot tears stinging his eyes, his voice cracked by his own discovery "You never existed. Y-You were invented. We invented You! Because we needed to believe that a higher power would care for us. We invented You so we could feel loved and protected, even in the most desperate times. Nothing but sweet lies. And now… now we stand alone. All alone."

Kyle closed his eyes and shed his last tears. He wrapped his arms around himself and curled in a small ball against the corner. He felt cold and tired, he felt sad and deceived, he felt forgotten, abandoned, alone. So alone. He finally allowed exhaustion take hold of his body and fell asleep in a godless silent dark world.

…

Herr Cartman paced hastily in the direction of the prison. It had taken a while but he had succeeded in stabilizing things during the selection. He had remained present till the end, his always vigilant eyes making sure no other Jew would do anything foolish. There had been few causalities. Fewer Jews had been shot to death than he had first thought. He still could not believe in Kyle's actions. He who was so rational and had learned all needed surviving skills in the camp. But then, the Nazi knew he shouldn't be that surprised. He already knew the red haired Jew's family was his weakness. His ruin. And he knew the boy had an uncharacteristic fire burning inside of him. He had seen it before in his fearless eyes. He had learned this during their passionate moments together. But today he had witnessed a different kind of fire. One of rage mingled with fear. A terribly dangerous kind of fire that blinded the Jew's mind completely and drove him into madness.

But there was one thing that bothered Herr Cartman even more. How in hell did Kyle come to know about the Final Solution? The Nazi had his suspicions, of course, but needed to be sure this was not something originated among the prisoners in the camp. Not something that could evolve like an infection and contaminate the Jews, leading to a revolt. So, after controlling the selection on the female sector, in which, fortunately there were no incidents; the fat Nazi headed to the building with the isolation cells, better known as "Dark Rooms".

Now and then, Herr Cartman would send a Jew for interrogation or for misbehaving to the Dark Rooms. There was no real period of time stipulated for the penance. It could stretch from hours to days or even weeks. It actually all depended of the prisoners' mental state. It depended of how mentally strong they were. The more resilient they proved to be, the longer they stayed in the Dark Room. Isolated, abandoned, forgotten and despised. Haunted by their own fears. Losing complete track of time. And sometimes losing complete track of reality.

…

Kyle didn't hear the metal door open. He did not see the large shadow produced by the new light hovering over him. He did not sense the danger. For Kyle had completely succumbed to exhaustion and had fallen into a deep slumber. Herr Cartman watched him. The light from outside illuminated the unconscious Jew. It was a deplorable sight. The boy laid curled on the barren floor, his face and clothing were partially under dried mud. The Nazi looked better at the sleeping boy and could see the lines tears had traced on the dirty skin. He could see the dry blood on his pale hands. He slowly turned to a soldier and murmured something, not wanting to wake up the Jew. Soon, he was handed a large bucket filled with cold water. He was going to hate himself for what he was about to do, but had no other options. He took a few steps closer, breathed deep and threw the water on the Jew.

Kyle woke up with a startle and jumped with a scream. He stared with widened eyes at his surroundings, not understanding where he was, what was this large figure standing in front of him, and why he was dripping. Then he suddenly he remembered. The selection, his father, the dark room. Suddenly he recognized Herr Cartman. And suddenly, he realized the door was open. Without thinking, he tried to make a run to the door and escape this hell, but the fat Nazi had been faster than him. He grabbed him by his arms and for the first time, Kyle felt how strong Herr Cartman's grip was. Still, he tried to struggle. And this was his mistake, for the Nazi threw him hard against the wall. Kyle fell in pain and knew this was just the beginning.

"Stand up!" Herr Cartman demanded. Kyle lifted himself, while he felt his body already tremble of pain, fear and anger. "Look at me." Kyle didn't lift his head. He didn't want to look to his nemesis face. To his lover's face. "Look at me you God damned Jew!" Nothing. Herr Cartman bit his under lip and slapped Kyle right across the face. The Jew stumbled shocked with the force of that blow and had to balance himself not to fall. "Now, look at me." Even with his cheek glowing, Kyle refused to obey and Herr Cartman cursed internally for the Jew's stubbornness. Another slap came. And another one. Kyle could taste the blood in his mouth now and somehow managed to smile at the irony. The more it hurt, the stronger he felt. "Look at me, you little fucker." Herr Cartman ordered in his threatening low voice. Kyle knew he was pushing the Nazi to the limits of his patience. So again, he refused to look. The Nazi shook his head, unable to believe this Jew's stupidity and slapped him over and over until Kyle finally lost his balance and fell on the cold ground. "I'll make you regret ever disobeying me!" Kyle released a painful scream as the Nazi's boot hit his stomach. He kicked him hard another few times until Kyle begged him to stop. "What was that?" Herr Cartman asked, feeling sicker by the minute.

"Please…Stop…" Kyle plead, while he raised his hand in a sign of defeat.

"Get back on your feet." The Nazi ordered. But Kyle didn't move, this time from the pain. "NOW!" Herr Cartman's command echoed in the room and Kyle, fearing his rage, supported himself on his shaky arms and painfully stoop up. "Look at me." This time Kyle obeyed. It was the first time they actually looked in each other eyes after their passionate moments together. And there it was. The hatred. But never any fear. Herr Cartman almost sighed of relieve. The Jew hadn't been broken yet. Green eyes stared back defiantly and Herr Cartman knew he had to hurt him. He had to try and break him. Because that was what a Nazi did to a Jew. So he grabbed Kyle by his neck and pinned him against the wall. Kyle's eyes widened of surprise and for moments, some of the concealed fear surfaced. Just for some moments. "What stupidity has possessed your mind! Three selections, Jew! In less than a year I have surveyed three selections. And never did anything like this happen before!" He locked his gaze on the Jew's, the rage glinting in his darkened brown eyes. "Luckily, I was there to stop, otherwise it should have been a massacre out there!" A soft but increasingly mad chilling laughter left Kyle's lips and the Nazi looked shocked at the redhead. He released him and took a step back, truly worried the red haired boy had lost his sanity.

"A massacre! Oh, please. I would have caused a massacre!" Kyle said in a mocking tone. "You mean to tell me, what expects them in Poland is not a massacre?" Herr Cartman stared warily at the Jew. He knew too much. There was only one way he could have acquired this kind of information.

"What do you know about the Final Solution?" The Nazi asked and Kyle seemed to have returned to his senses, for he hesitated and chose for silence. "Shit Kalh! I'll kick you into a pulp of blood if you don't tell me how you got this information!" The red haired Jew gave him a defiant look, daring him. Herr Cartman understood he was using the wrong method. This Jew was too tough. He was resilient. But he had a weakness. He cared too much. "Or should I fetch your little brother and force you to watch him being beaten the crap out of him?" He caught Kyle completely out of guard and saw horror sweep over his face, fear fill his eyes in a manner that was completely new to the Nazi. Herr Cartman smirked. He knew he had cornered the Jew.

"Leave Ike out of this!"

"Ike, so that's how he is called. Not a very clever boy, is he? Well, at least not really wise in denouncing his own brother, the other day. So innocent, still. It would be a shame…"

"Do not dare to lay a finger on him!" Kyle cut the Nazi's words with his revolted scream.

"Or else what? What will you do? Hit me? Kill me? I dare you." Herr Cartman viciously said, feeling sickened by the way he was savoring the power he had, now that the little Jew was wavering under his domination. He could see hurt in the redhead's eyes. Kyle sighed. He knew there was nothing he could do against the fat Nazi.

"I overheard you and that other guy. I was sleeping, but could hear everything you were saying." Kyle confessed in a soft whisper, his head bent down in embarrassed defeat. Herr Cartman swallowed dry. This was the answer he feared for.

"How much did you hear?"

"Everything. About Sobibór, the extermination camps, the gas showers, the Final Solution." Herr Cartman brought his hand to his mouth and his fingers slid to his chin in a sign of concern.

"You know too much." He finally dryly stated.

There was a heavy silence. The Nazi knew what he had to do. He knew what was written in the manuals for this kind of situations. Death. Kill the miserable Jew on the spot. Put a bullet in his head. His hand went to the gun and touched its cold surface. His mind told him he had to kill him. But there was a voice that told him if he would do it, he would never be able to live with himself. He looked at Kyle. He had his head down, his eyes closed, tears silently slipping out of them. Kyle was aware that death awaited him. Because he knew too much.

"Look at me." Herr Cartman whispered. His voice was gentle and deprived of any kind of anger, despise or mockery. So Kyle looked up. His eyes were watery, filled with hurt and sorrow. He didn't even hide he was crying. What was the difference anyway? Herr Cartman allowed himself to drown a few seconds in that forest green. "The Final Solution doesn't exist. It's all a creation of your delusional mind. You never heard anything, because you never heard me talking with Craig. You see, you never were in my house, understand?" He whispered and Kyle stared at him surprised. The Nazi turned his back to him, facing the door. "You'll remain in this cell for disturbing the natural course of the selection!" He said in a loud voice making sure the other Nazis outside would hear him. Herr Cartman left the room without adding another word and the door was closed behind him. Kyle stared with his mouth agape, unable to believe what had just happened. Herr Cartman, the monster of Dachau, the Nazi that most hated Jews, had just saved his life.

A/N

* The Temple of Solomon was destroyed by the Romans in the 1st century AD, when Jews rebelled against them, wanting freedom and not being part of the Roman Empire. Its walls still exist and they appear often in the news, showing Jews banging their heads against it, according to the tradition.

**This is a reference to the Spanish and Portuguese inquisition in the 16th century in Europe. Thousands of Jews were burned at the stake by the Catholics, who believed their souls were being purified and freed from evil.

(An interesting book about the Jewish religious history (it's an historical romance) is "The Source" from James Mitchener. It's rather old (60s) but really well-written!)

Kyle is in a concentration/labor camp, meaning that it's a prison. Its purpose is to keep people captive, thus not mass extermination. Like in regular prisons, these kind of camps had a separate building holding a number of cells. These were the isolation cells, nicknamed as the "dark rooms". Prisoners were put in a cell for several hours or days, depending in the "crime" they committed. This is always the most extreme measure of punishment for prisoners. One can achieve power and control over another one through fear and oppression.