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!

Alfred was becoming worried about the two youngsters living in the house.

He had heard the loud voices in the previous evening. He heard shouting, cursing and insulting. Above all, he was surprised to hear Kyle's high-pitched voice above the Nazi's. He heard crashing of the furniture, glass shattering on the floor and infuriated screams. Which were followed by passionate ones. The moment he found fit to leave the house and head to the staff's building. The butler returned to the house the next morning and knew the teenagers had survived the night, for they were again shouting at each other. He sighed, knowing there was nothing he could do and headed to the kitchens.

"I swear. Those two are acting more like a married couple by each passing day." Alfred said while he took a glass of water. Chef turned to face him and grimaced.

"Indeed. Children these days." Chef said while he shook his head. Alfred decided to stay a while longer in the kitchens. At least, here he didn't hear the heated voices of the Nazi and the Jew.

…

"Don't you think you're overreacting?" Kyle shouted infuriated at Herr Cartman while he waved a paper he had just typed for the fat Nazi. "It's not like you fucking Nazis are going to spread the news to the prisoners in the camp!"

"Ay! All precautions are necessary! I am not having any kind of uprising in meh camp!" Herr Cartman yelled back, not even knowing why he was answering the damn kike in the first place. "Just do your job and read out loud." Kyle gave him a murderous look but consented. He straightened his back a little and read:

New rules to be implemented from the 16th of October of the year 1943 at Camp Dachau:

Jews will only receive one ration per day at lunch.

New entries with families with be immediately separated at arrival and placed into different locations.

Any kind of disobedience towards a Nazi officer will be punished with 15 strikes on public display.

"Herr Cartman, this is ridiculous!" Kyle scolded once he finished reading.

"Well, nobody asked for your opinion! Besides, I'm not taking any risks. There is no way that there'll be a breach in my security system! The last thing I need is a bunch of Jews ruining my clean report! As for you…" He pointed his fat index at Kyle looking really pissed up. "You already messed things for me once, so you better behave extra good. You don't want anything tragic to happen to any of your sweet family members, do you?" Herr Cartman smirked at the furious but haunted look the redhead gave him. It did the trick and Kyle remained quiet. "Now that things are clear, please leave my office. I believe you have work to do." He maliciously said and Kyle exited upset. Herr Cartman's smirk disappeared of his face the moment the Jew left the room. He looked at the paper with the new regulations. "I'm not taking any risks, Kahl. Especially with you around." He whispered to himself.

…

Craig arrived after lunch. Herr Cartman hurriedly rushed to the car and greeted his fellow Nazi. He kindly invited Craig to enter the house, leading him to the living room and offered him a drink. Herr Cartman wanted to learn all the details of whatever happened in Sobibor. How in the world Jews managed to overpower the well-trained SS? He needed to understand where the breach was, what failed in the faultless Reinhard plan. Little did he know, Kyle had disobeyed his orders in staying in his little office and, instead, was standing behind the living room's door with his ear glued to it. Just like the fat Nazi, he was dying to know what had happened in Sobibor.

"I received your telegram yesterday" Herr Cartman began, while he sat on the couch facing Craig. "What happened exactly?"

"It was so…" Craig started, while he lit his cigarette, looking nervous. "…unexpected." He inhaled the nicotine deeply and puffed out the smoke lazily. He watched the white cloud grow, becoming larger but thinner, until it was invisible and merged with the air, the scent being the only reminisce of it ever existing. "I was there, Cartman. I was there when it happened. I came to visit my dad that day. 14 October. I will never forget this cursed date…" There was a haunted look on his face as the fresh memories still displayed in front of his eyes. "It was a typical chilly autumn afternoon, a bit drizzling, not really raining. Miserable fucking weather so dawn normal for that cursed place. It was an ordinary day, like any other in the camp. Nothing extraordinary going on. But the Jews knew it would be different. They had been planning their devious plan for a long time. Brewing it in silence, whispering dark secrets in the night. I don't know how they managed to hide their secret so well. That nobody denounced any signs, no words being accidently slipped out, no traitor emerging between them." Craig paused and picked up his glass with whiskey and took a large sip. "It was short after four when we heard the first gun fire. But it was already too late. Suddenly, a fucking mob of Jews was escaping through the main gate and barbed wire fences. Our guards shot them from the watchtowers and from the ground. Many died. But many more survived and escaped past the camp's boundaries. They were simply too many. Too many."

"What happened to them? To the Jews that escaped?" Herr Cartman urgently asked. They had to be caught and killed. The Reinhard plan had to remain secret. The whole extermination of the Jews had to be locked away from the world. If the German civilians would come to know what was truly happening to the Jews, they might not like it and turn against the Nazis. The German people was loyal to the Fürher, but not ready to understand his brilliant plan in building a New World just yet. They wouldn't understand the costs and means necessary to build the Third Reich.

"Most of them died in the mines." Craig answered. Herr Cartman lifted an eyebrow in confusion, not remembering the necessity of land mining the surrounding areas of camps. He saw Craig gulp dryly. "Commander Reichsleitner, he gave order to lay mines around the camp this summer, due…due to a number of prisoners escaping Sobibor."

"What? There were Jews already escaping before?" The fat Nazi asked exasperated, losing all the color from his face.

"Well, you know, Jews are trying to escape all the time! It happens mostly during the night… but that's not the point." Craig said defensively and drunk the rest of his whisky. "Although many died in the minefield explosions, there were still quite some that made it to the forest. They were chased and killed. But not all of them. Some are still missing."

"Goddammit! How is it possible? How? Did they all just started running to the bared wires at the same time?" Herr Cartman questioned, fearing for a similar uprising in his own camp.

"No. It was not a chaotic escape. It was a well-organized uprising. So simple and basic, but so fucking genius!" Craig admitted frustrated. "That day, it was the day soldiers had to go to the tailor's shop to fit the new winter uniforms. The tailor was an accomplice and allowed three Jews in his shop. They had axes, probably stolen…Anyway, when the soldiers entered the workroom to try on the uniforms, the fucking Jews came with their axes and…" Craig cut his own words, feeling an uncomfortable knot in his throat. "One by one, they killed them. Eleven SS guards were brutally killed in cold blood! Their heads and chests open wide, revealing blood, guts and brains! And because the soldiers had pre-arranged appointments with the tailor, they came in sets of intervals, so the Jews had time to hide the bodies and clean up the blood. They stole the dead soldiers' weapons and when they gave the signal, the uprising started." There was a heavy silence after Craig's recount. Herr Cartman stared at him disbelieving his ears.

"What are the final numbers?" He finally uttered, his throat feeling dry, fearing dearly for the answer.

"Half of the prisoners escaped. About 300 men. Most of them were killed, but as we speak, the search for around 50 prisoners is still going on."

"What?! 50 Jews are on the loose?!" Herr Cartman yelled and then chocked at his own words. It was impossible, inconceivable. This was the end of his brilliant plan in exterminating Jews. Feeling dizzy, the fat Nazi sunk on the couch feeling absolutely defeated. His dream, his beautiful dream of a perfect world made out of a perfect race was crumbling down. "I don't understand. Sobibor was supposed to be the place where Jews died. Its security was supposed to be waterproof." Herr Cartman said in a distant voice, shock all present in his eyes and voice. He stood up, desperately needing a drink and headed to the whiskey bottle. With trembling hands, he poured some of the alcoholic drink on a glass.

"But, obviously, it wasn't. Was it?" Craig admitted equally beaten. He looked down at his empty glass, feeling lost. One glass hadn't been close enough to drown his worries. "Orders have been given to liquidate the camp. It's too risky to keep it functioning. The Jews wrote history and came out of it glorious, even if it cost many lives. This story will give hope to newcomers and ferment new revolts. On the other side, the camp has to be completely wiped out of the map, like if it never existed, just in case some escaped survivor, tries to show the camp to anybody. There cannot be any evidence of the camp ever existing. We are following Treblinka's example."

"Treblinka? What happened in Treblinka?" Herr Cartman asked confused, but anticipating an unwelcome answer.

"You weren't informed? Oh well, I guess few knew about it. I just learned about it yesterday too." Craig said almost absentminded. "It happened this year, in the beginning of August. These was also some kind of major revolt at Treblinka and the camp had to be liquidated. Everything was dismantled until nothing of the camp was over. The place merged itself with the surrounding forest. It's over Cartman. Treblinka and Sobibor came to an end." There was a mournful silence, none of the teenagers knowing what to say next.

"It's a disgrace…What now?" Herr Cartman said while he sat back on the couch, his glass already almost empty. Craig shook his head not knowing what to answer. The two Nazis remained a long time silent, each lost in their own troubles thoughts. Herr Cartman swallowed dry as Craig's recount rewinded in his mind. He sensed the tide was changing. And for the very first time, he feared this war would turn against them.

…

When Kyle realized the silence that installed itself between the two Nazi's was there to stay, he returned to his office without making a single sound. He quietly closed the door behind him, leaned his back on it and covered his mouth with his hand. He had to muff his joyful scream, his cheer of victory, his laughter of pride and revenge. He contorted over himself, repressing the jubilant sounds that urged to leave his throat. He left tears of contentment run down his face.

"They did it!" He whispered to himself. "They actually did it!"

He needed all his self-control to restrain himself from laughing and crying hysterically, so he covered his mouth with both his hands and with great force. He slowly slid his back against the door until he sat on the floor, the ecstatic feeling weakening his legs. He laughed from joy for Jews finally showing those fucking Nazis they weren't scared of them. He laughed because they fought back. To the end. Even if it cost their lives. Because a death in freedom was more honorable than a life in prison.

He cried for their deaths. For the injustice that shaped this world, where the good and strong were always punished. He cried because they didn't live to tell their tale. But their story would be retold. Because he had heard it. And Kyle was making sure their great deed wouldn't die with them.

The Nazis could make the camp disappear from the site. They could cover up all the evidence of it ever existing. They could lie and pretend Sobibor never was and the uprising never happened. But they could not wipe its memory away. Ever.

A/N

The Treblinka and Sobibor uprisings are real. This is the information I found on the internet:

The extermination camp at Treblinka was built in the spring of 1942. It was camouflaged with interwoven greenery to hide what was happening inside. Treblinka was a place of mass execution, a death camp like Auschwitz. It has been estimated that about 850.000 people were killed here - Jews from occupied Poland, Czechoslovakia, France, Greece, Yugoslavia and the USSR, as well as from Germany and Austria. Polish and German Gypsies were also sent to Treblinka. In August 2, 1943, the prisoners rebelled. They seized small arms, sprayed kerisebe on all the buildings and set them ablaze. In the confusion, a number of German soldiers were killed but many more prisoners perished: of 1.500 prisoners, only 40 are known to have survived the revolt. After the revolt, it was decided to shut down the death camp and shoot the last of the Jewish prisoners. The camp area was ploughed over and trees were planted. The camp was turned into a farm.

Sobibor operated from May 1942 until October 1943 for only one purpose: to kill as many Jews including children as quickly as possible. No selections were made for work or death - victims were brought to the camp in cattle cars and all but a handful were gassed immediately after arrival. Sobibor's gas chambers killed an approximate total of 260.000 Jews during the Holocaust, including some 35,000 Dutch Jews, originally assigned to Auschwitz. Most came from Poland and from the occupied areas of the Soviet Union and Western Europe. The revolt of the Jewish prisoners on October 14, 1943, put an end to the Sobibor camp. Only a few - about 60 - managed to survive and give evidence of the existence of Sobibor.
The death camp was evacuated in the fall of 1943, the killing installations were destroyed, the terrain of the former extermination camp was ploughed up, trees were planted, and peaceful-looking farm steads constructed. No traces whatsoever were to remain which might bear witness to the atrocities committed in Sobibor.

By the end of 1943, the Nazis closed down all Death Camps built specifically to exterminate Jews. The death tolls for the camps are as follows:

Treblinka (850.000 Jews);

Belzec (550.000 Jews);

Sobibor (260.000 Jews);

Chelmno (150.000 Jews)

Lublin (also called Majdanek, 50.000 Jews).

Auschwitz continued to operate. In January 1945, nine days before the Soviets (Allies) arrived at the Death Camp at Auschwitz, the SS marched nearly 60.000 prisoners out of the camp toward Wodzisław Śląski (German: Loslau), 35 miles away, where they were put on freight trains to other camps. Approximately 15.000 prisoners died on the way. The final death total in Auschwitz was about 1 million Jews and 1 million non-Jews.