Hey guys! I'm sorry, this one is rather short...and it took me so long...
Well...a huge thank you to all of you who are so patient with me. I really appreciate your support! And thanks, thanks,thanks to Basketballgirl Kaitlin who betas this. I couldn't do without her!
So...no more talking...here is the story!
chapter 6- emptiness
emptiness-a feeling of being sad because nothing seems to have any value (source: Oxford Learner's dictionaries)
"You haven't slept at all."
Hogan wasn't about to turn to Major Bergmann. He sat at the wall, exactly how he sat down sometimes last night. He was tired. He was desperate for he didn't know how to get out of here. Wherever here was.
"That's...stupid. You know, I called the Gestapo. They're sending some specialists from Berlin. I do not think that you'll have much time to rest then."
Major Bergmann sat down next to Hogan.
"Good morning, though,"
Hogan gave him a confused look.
"What's wrong? My parents taught me to be polite."
Hogan sighed. He was distracted by all the talking. And somehow, he feared that man. He was smart, he was self-confident, and he was lucky. That made Bergmann a dangerous man.
"So I offer you another chance. Tell me your name and who you work for. That will make things a lot easier…for you AND for me."
The wall started to annoy Hogan with its emptiness. It was the only distraction he had from Bergmann's permanent talking. And it was just a wall. A bloody, empty wall.
"This conversation feels...slightly one-sided." Bergmann looked at him. Hogan ignored him the best he could.
"Well, all of you guys are quiet. Okay, except from Friedrich. He talks a lot but he says nothing. Just empty words. That drove me crazy." Bergmann paused and breathed. "Well, he told me he blew up the cafeteria of his high school…and the toilet."
Hogan looked at him and shook his head. Carter was...what was he? He made him smile right now. He was a good man.
"Hey, a reaction! You didn't know about the toilet? This guy is strange."
"He is indeed."
"Well, he reminds me of my son; so naïve. But my son is seven years old…"
"He is one of my best men." He was. And Carter really deserved better than to spend the night in here.
"I thought so."
That was when Hogan realized his mistake. He had revealed that he was the leader of this operation. "You're good,"
Bergmann smiled. "Thanks. I'm doing the best I can. Would you tell me your name now?"
Hogan turned away.
"I can tell you the story of your name, if you like me to. Ever heard of the Struwwelpeter? It is a book for children. The children in the book refuse to do what they are told. And then they have to face the consequences."
Hogan filled the room with the emptiness of his silence. Bergmann joined him.
The day passed. He hadn't heard of Major Bergmann after he'd left. Or Carter. Or Kinch. Or Lebeau. He had thought of some plans to escape but none was good enough to actually work.
The wall wasn't helpful at all. He would love to have something to write. The wall could need a few words on it.
Apparently, the Gestapo didn't care to hurry. Hogan wouldn't complain.
A small hope occurred in his empty head once again. He had this thought a few time during the day. Maybe Newkirk found a way to stop them. If he had, he would know where they are. And if he knew, he would come.
Hogan pushed that thought away. Giving in to this desperate hope meant stopping to try to find a way out of this mess.
It meant giving up. And Hogan wasn't willing to surrender yet. Not if he had something to fight and live for.
It must have been some time after sunset when finally someone entered his room, insulted him, put him in handcuffs and led him out. He felt the failure all over his body. He breathed it into his empty lungs and filled them with its bitter-sweet taste.
He lost his last hope when he saw the men in Gestapo uniform next to the entrance.
Kinch, Carter and Lebeau were led next to him. They looked at each other. Hogan wanted to give them a look that said: "I'm sorry." But all he could manage was a face as empty as his head.
emptiness-the feeling of disappointing your friends