This is a pretty stressful chapter!
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!
Night had fallen.
Alfred paid Kyle goodnight before leaving to the staff's house. He warned the Jew not to go to the living room, because Craig Tucker and Herr Cartman were already immersed in opium and whiskey. But Kyle had no plan in doing such a thing in the first place. After all, it would the same as giving himself a death sentence if he would appear in front of them now that their pride and sickening ambitions had been crushed by Jews. So he avoided them by all means and worked until late in the evening, enjoying the unusual silence reigning in the house. Yet he hated his everlasting task in cataloging everything correctly. When he got stuck in February 1940, under letter M, he decided he needed a late snack. Kyle didn't notice the toilet's door opening behind him when he returned from the kitchen. Craig had just come out of it and saw the redhead enter the small office. His lips drew a malicious grin.
Kyle was leaning slightly over the desk, lifting document after document, reading the dates with a concentrated expression; when the door opened. He sensed it but ignored, figuring it was Herr Cartman. He only thought it odd when he didn't hear the sound of the key turning the lock. So he lifted his head and flinched when he saw Craig Tucker standing in his office.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you." Craig apologized.
"Oh, no. It's okay." Kyle nervously dismissed. His heart raced in alarm and he feared this guy would take out his frustrations on him. He was, after all, the Jew in the closest proximity to him.
"I saw you in the corridor. I'm glad to see Cartman took my advice." The dark haired boy kindly said, always smiling.
"Which was?" Kyle asked while he forced to hide the tension around him.
"I told him not to kill you. It would be a waste of talent." Craig casually said while he uneasily moved between the mess of bookshelves, drawers, files and boxes. Kyle hid a sigh of relieve, realizing the Nazi didn't hold a grudge on him. But he still wasn't really appreciating the fact Craig was moving inside his room.
"Ehm…Thank you." Kyle said and smiled awkwardly.
"I see he gave you a new function too." Craig said while he curiously lifted some papers and looked at them. "Dawn, what a chaos."
"Yeah. I know." Kyle said in a spontaneous chuckle. Craig smiled sincerely at the sound. He stood for a moment in front of the desk to study Kyle's features. Dark eyes lingered a long while on the Jew's face and Kyle felt uncomfortable under the piercing gaze.
"You know what's curious, Jew?" Craig stressed the last word and Kyle's heart started speeding faster again. His mind warned him to be cautious. This Nazi could still mean danger. "The Nazi ideology depicts an image of your race which I have, the last recent years, learned to be quite untrue. Ugly, pointy faced, long nosed dark people. Clever, greedy and mean. With no kind of good knowledge or sensitivity. But then, I stumble across boys and girls that, just like you, don't match this description at all." He spoke in a matter-of-fact manner, while he cautiously paced around the desk, avoiding bumping into anything. Kyle automatically took a step back.
Craig continued his chain of thoughts. "Instead, they prove to be quite good-looking, with fascinating features and talented in many different ways. Just like you… Kyle, wasn't it?" The redhead simply nodded not enjoying at all the direction this subject was heading to. He could feel the adrenaline rise in his blood and felt a sudden urge to run away. But instead, he stood his posture and kept a cool façade. "You, above all, are a rarity. A unique specimen. Red hair, dark green eyes, perfect features. You're quite the exotic type, did you know that?" Craig took another few steps closer, while Kyle gave as many steps backwards, his heart dangerously speeding as an uncomfortable feeling in his belly told him he was far from being safe. "No wonder Cartman wants you close to him."
"Where is he?" Kyle asked meekly, unable to hide his fear from his voice. The dark haired boy's smile grew malicious.
"Oh, he had to go away for a while. Some urgent matter back at the soldier's quarters." He dismissively said. He took another few steps closer and Kyle finally hit the bookshelf behind him. "But don't worry. I'm taking good care of you." Craig said, finally closing the space between them. He leaned with a hand supporting against the bookshelf's wood, right next to Kyle's head. The Jew stared at him with widened eyes and a panicked look. The dark haired boy bended over and pursed his lips to kiss him. But Kyle, being smaller and agile, budged and escaped clumsily, bumping against a box. Craig lifted his head, opened his eyes and smirked amused. "Oh Kyle. You don't have to be shy around me. All I want is to see if you taste as wonderful as you look."
"Stay away from me!" Kyle said in a choked voice, unable to believe this was actually happening to him. But Craig carefully moved between the chaos, his eyes on his prey all the time. "Herr Cartman will be furious!" The Jew warned.
"Well, in that case, it will be out little secret." Was Craig's answer for Kyle's despair. The Jew had enough and decided to make a run to the door, but the dark haired boy was faster and caught Kyle, wrapping his arms around his waist.
"Let go of me!" Kyle screamed more furious than scared.
"You think I don't know what's going on between you and Cartman?" Craig whispered against Kyle's ear, one hand pressed on the boy's collarbone, the other tightened around his waist. "You little whore." He said while he moved his hips, pressing his crouch against Kyle, making the point. The Jew, possessed by fear and rage struggled to get himself free from his harasser, but Craig, who was stronger, turned him around and pinned him against the wall. Before Kyle had time to react, he crushed his lips on the redhead's.
He broke it quite quickly and smirked at Kyle's appalled expression. "Yummy, you have nice soft lips. Shame of this little cut over here." Craig said while he gently caressed the small crust forming on Kyle's bottom lip, a reminiscent from yesterday's fight. Again, Craig pressed his lips against Kyle's in a quick and sudden move. Wanting to taste more, he pressed his fingers around the Jew's neck, so the redhead gasped horrified. Craig's tongue invaded Kyle's mouth, who released a muffed moan of pain and protest. After trying, vainly, to free himself from Craig's grasp, he did the only thing he could think of doing.
He bit Craig's tongue.
"Aaauw! Fuck!" Craig screamed in shock. Kyle managed to free himself and ran away from him, throwing boxes with files on the floor during the process. Infuriated, Craig ran after Kyle and tackled the redhead, so both fell on the floor, boxes and files falling around them. The Jew kicked him several times in defense, until Craig hit him hard on the face. Kyle was startled for a few seconds from the blow's intensity, but managed to budge from the second punch. They fought rough and violently and Craig had not expected this kind of resistance coming from the boy. Kyle managed to kick so hard, that the dark haired boy crashed against the desk with surprise.
"You fucking Nazis think you can do anything you want with us! You think you can subdue us forever, but you are wrong!" Kyle yelled madly while he stood up, feeling overpowered by anger, his words fueled by the information he had eavesdropped hours earlier. "Fucking wrong! We will fight back! All the way to the end! And we will claim our revenge!"
Shouting these words at Craig had been Kyle's biggest mistake. He should have ran the moment the other one crashed against the wooden desk. He should had never outspoken those irate words, because they made the Nazi's already wounded pride bleed. Kyle's words stung like a merciless sword, burned like acid and triggered an irrational hatred in the other boy's mind. The Jew regretted his unwise bold move when he saw Craig's face contort from pure rage.
"You fucking low rated Jew! You are all the same! I've seen that look before! Those mad dangerous eyes! That sickening untamable decisiveness! I've seen that victorious look, only two days ago, just before your fellow Jews died suffocating in their own blood!" Craig viciously spat while he too stood up. "You Jews look so fucking enthralling. You with your beautiful faces, hypnotizing eyes, fascinating smiles. But you Jews are ugly from inside! Vile, cruel and mad! But I know a way to bring your ugliness to the surface! I'll taste your delicious exotic flavor until you taste bitter and spoiled! I'll breathe in your intoxicating sweet perfume until you smell rotten stench! I'll fuck your tight walls until your ass bleeds as it's ripped in two! I'll fuck you hard until your pretty voice dies from all the screaming! Until the vermin that lives under that beautiful façade is revealed and crushed into oblivion!"
The Nazi's horrible words made the adrenaline flow fast in Kyle's blood. Every cell was alerted for danger and all his bodily senses intensified greatly. He reacted quickly when he saw the first sign that Craig was going to attack. Kyle jumped out of the way, crushed against a sea of files, books and boxes; struggled to reach the door, succeeded in opening it and exited out of the office like his life depended on it. Which was, in fact, the exact situation he got himself in. He ran fast along the corridor, but Craig possessed by rage, stumbled his way out of the disorganized office and ran right behind Kyle. The Jew ran for his life never once looking back, the entrance door being now his one and only goal. Alas, the Nazi was faster than him and, again, he tackled the redhead. Kyle desperately fought back the Nazi, struggling to free himself from the other's grip, kicking and hitting mercilessly.
"Auuww! You little bastard!" Craig angrily yelled when Kyle bit his arm until he tasted blood. The Nazi punched him once, twice, over and over again on each side of Kyle's face until it was red from the blows and bleeding from cuts. "You like to play difficult? Well it's fine for me. A little struggle makes it the more fun!" Craig viciously said. He ripped off Kyle's shirt with practically no resistance, while the Jew's brains were lethargic from the violent blows. When Kyle finally regained full consciousness, he hit Craig right in his eye in a sudden movement. The Nazi shook his head confused by the blow but then laughed madly. "Yes, fight me! Resist me!" The maddened Nazi encouraged while he struggled to get into Kyle's pants.
"HELP!" Kyle screamed while his nails scratched Craig's hands in a difficult effort in stopping him from undressing him.
"Scream as much as you want! There's nobody in the house. Cartman is away. And we are going to have fun together!" Craig said with a twisted smile and Kyle started to panic. He was pinned under the Nazi's weight and couldn't move from under him.
"No!Let go off me! HEEELP!"
"Enough of this little game. Let's go to the point, shall we?" Craig maliciously whispered in Kyle's ear. He hungrily licked the redhead's chest making the point. Kyle squirmed helplessly while the dark haired boy bit his nipples and rubbed his hand between the Jew's legs. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk afterwards." Craig victoriously whispered. He tried to unzip Kyle's pants again, but the redhead didn't allow, defending himself the more violently. Upset, Craig slapped him hard on the face. Kyle opened his eyes after the hard blow and watched surprised as the dark haired boy was lifted from on top of him. Craig released a startled yell, while he was pushed away from Kyle with force.
" Get. of .meh. Jew!" Herr Cartman angrily shouted, while he dragged Craig down the corridor, gripping him by the arms with uncharacteristic force.
"C-Cartman! I-I can explain!" Craig plead while he was being forcefully guided to the house's exit. "The Jew seduced me!"
"You think I'm fucking retarded?! Get out of here!" Herr Cartman yelled and threw Craig through the main door. "I don't want to see your fucking face ever again!" The dark haired boy fell hard on his face but quickly stood up. He ran to his car, which was parked next to the house.
"That fucking Jew is dangerous! He'll kill you in your sleep! He hates us as much as we hate them!" Craig yelled back and entered his car furiously. He drove away, his warning still echoing in the air. The wheels screeched while the car drew a large half circle and drove off, leaving a cloud of smoke and smell of burned rubber behind. Herr Cartman watched the car drive away until it was out of sight. He then rushed back inside the house, his heart bouncing unhealthy. When he reached Kyle, the Jew was already standing up, balancing with some difficulty and wiping some blood off his face.
"Kalh…" Herr Cartman gently said, while he rested his hand on the redhead's shoulder. But Kyle flinched and moved away from him.
"Don't touch me!" Kyle screamed outraged, anger mingled with horror in his voice. "Don't fucking touch me!"
"Kalh, it's me." Herr Cartman spoke softly, hoping his voice would smooth the agitated Jew, but Kyle continued bucking away from him.
"You fucking Nazis are sick! All of you!" Kyle yelled as all the tension from the attack was being now released. "I hate you! I fucking hate you! All of you!" At this, Kyle covered his mouth to muff the sob that escaped his lips. He gave little resistance when Herr Cartman carefully wrapped his arms around the hurt Jew. The fat Nazi whispered him soft words of comfort, but Kyle couldn't hear them, his convulsive sobs being louder. He cried on the Nazi's shoulder while he desperately grasped his fat arms. "Where were you?" Kyle screamed sorrowfully, the accusation staining his voice. "Why did you leave me? He was…was going…" But he didn't manage to finish the sentence, too weakened and distressed to verbalize the violation he almost suffered. Kyle surrendered himself fully to Herr Cartman's care, clinging for protection and security. And so he allowed to be cradled by the fat Nazi.
Herr Cartman could feel his insides turn. The Jew's accusation stung his heart mercilessly, piercing it all the way to his soul. It had been so stupid, so unwise to leave Craig alone with Kyle. The dark haired Nazi never hid his attraction for Jewish boys. Worst of all, Herr Cartman was very well aware of Craig's interest on Kyle from the very beginning. But he had been too much under the influence of opium and whisky to think properly. His mind was too affected, too slow and too ecstatic to think about anything, about consequences. It was only in the way back from the soldiers' quarters that the drug's effects started wearing off and he started sobering. An uncomfortable feeling emerged from the pit of his stomach as he realized who he had left behind with Kyle.
It was in this moment of realization that Herr Cartman had started running. He ran as fast as he ever had run in his life. Yet, he had the feeling it was never fast enough. All he could think off was reaching the house. And during the short minutes of his run, a horrible dreadful bad feeling filled his heart. He could already hear Kyle's scream for help when he was still outside. His heart accelerated even more and his stomach turned around violently at the thought Craig was hurting Kyle. He practically flew inside the house and when he saw the image of Craig on top of Kyle, the Jew defenselessly half naked and under blood; he saw red. Craig's hand met Kyle's face with a loud clap and the blood boiled in Herr Cartman's veins. It had taken all the self-control he still could carry not to break all of Craig's bones. But right now, Herr Cartman faltered. He faltered under Kyle's accusing words, under the terrified look in his eyes, under the irregular sobs that escaped his lips, under the pain of fingers desperately clinging into his skin.
"I'm sorry, Kalh. I'm so sorry." The fat Nazi sincerely apologized and felt Kyle's fingers press even harder on his skin. "You're okay, now. I will never let that asshole lay a finger on you. Ever again. I promise you." Herr Cartman vowed with a strangled voice, the Jew's pain piercing his body and becoming his own too. He felt Kyle's fingers dig deep in his flesh and listened to his diminishing sobs until they eventually subsided.
When Kyle stopped crying, Herr Cartman carefully placed his hand under the Jew's chin and lifted it so he could examine his face. Kyle looked a mess. His face was spattered in blood. He could see some cuts on the face and some places were already swollen and becoming purple. Kyle had his eyes shut, the last tears springing from them, avoiding his gaze. "Oh, Kalh…What has that bastard done to you?" Herr Cartman whispered, while he brushed some red curls from Kyle's face. Only then did Kyle dare to open his eyes and lock his gaze with the Nazi's. Herr Cartman could read the pain in them. The hurt, the accusation and the hatred. But he also read gratitude in an unbroken will. He smiled compassionately "Come, you need a bath."
…
Kyle sat in a bathtub not caring in which unfamiliar part of the house he was in. He sat in the warm perfumed water, not caring that he had allowed the fat Nazi to nurse him like a child, undress and help him enter the bathtub. He didn't care he was naked, exposed and vulnerable. All he cared right now was the smoothing effect the heat produced on his bruised body. Because he was in serious pain. His body was stiff and ached badly everywhere.
Herr Cartman carefully washed the Jew and made sure his cuts were clean, so they would heal properly. He was disgusted by the quantity of swollen bruises he found on Kyle's arms and legs, chest and back. But he was also proud, knowing they bared witness to the great struggle Kyle endured, knowing he had defended himself tirelessly. He knew Kyle had given an equal share of bruises to Craig. He carefully cleaned the redhead's face and the boy only flinched slightly when alcohol bit his skin.
"You're one hell of a tough Jew, you know that, don't you?" He proudly complimented, but Kyle merely gave a shake of his shoulders. "Craig, that shithole, said you are dangerous. That you would kill me if you wanted…I know he's right."
"So now I'm a monster." Kyle mumbled upset, not feeling the least amused by the Nazi's words. Herr Cartman silently contemplated Kyle for a while. The redhead looked at him a bit confused when he saw a sincere smile spread in his features, making him look strangely kind.
"Not just some monster. You're my little monster." Herr Cartman said and pinched softly Kyle's cheek.