Chapter Eleven
Eye Of The Tiger

"W-Where a-are you going?" she whisper-hissed.

Never did those long, quick steps falter.

"Go to hell!" she called. "I'm not following you."

He snapped his head to her and for a moment she thought he understood her.

While Alice was still shaken from almost getting caught by an entire group of Nazi's, this man was perfectly calm.

He stepped to her in a few long strides, held her hand tightly and pulled her with him in his long strides. For each step he took, Alice took at least two.

"Don't drag me like some rag doll!"

The palm of his hand slapped on her face, covering her entire lower face. It was almost like before, only now, he'd turned her around and was pressing Alice's back to his chest so she wouldn't get away. He didn't remove his hand from her lips, but at least he didn't squeeze her nose shut like before.

With his free arm he pointed in the distance. Alice saw instantly. The group of Nazi wasn't out of sight. They were very much in sight. She pushed her body into the man behind her. She brought her hands up and held his lower arm tightly, for her own sake.

Thank God they hadn't heard Alice's loud voice, thank God, but they were heading to a large group of men which she only now noticed. There were so many of them.

She started pushing into his body, willing him to move. They had to move away from them! He dropped his hand from her mouth, but she didn't release his lower arm. He scowled at her, but she only stepped closer to his body and never released that death grip she had on him. It was the only thing she had that came close to safety.

Deciding he wasn't going to push her off of him, he started a run. That meant she had to do a sprint behind him, because he was tall, quick and fit, all three things which Alice wasn't.

It was only when he stopped running, she stopped too. She collapsed onto the ground and panted hard. It felt like her lungs were burning. She couldn't stand, at least not after resting for a few minutes.

Fortunately, it seemed safe where ever they were now. To Alice's eye it all looked the same. A dark grey scenery with very little life in it.

It was after a minute when the Nazi seemed at ease to reach in his bag for two bars. He handed one to Alice, then ripped open his and took a large bite. Alice glanced at it, noticing it was some high protein bar, specially designed for men in combat. Feeling very hungry all of a sudden, she also ripped the bar open and finished it in probably less than a minute. It'd been more then twelve hours ago when she'd eaten that strange, nasty, brown, cold, tinned food, but it'd been very filling.

She felt a tap on her head and quickly she snapped away from his touch.

"Kommst du?"

With trembling legs, still exhausted from the previous exercise, they were back on their stroll.

"Where are we going?" she mumbled.

After she tripped for the third time from exhaustion, the Nazi sighed, looking around more closely.

"Sechs," he said, pointing up six fingers, then at his watch.

"Okay, six o'clock," she said quickly getting the hang of speaking with a foreigner.

Who was she kidding? The only reason she understood is because he said the exact same thing last night. This was only repetition, though it was still nice to know what he meant.

She shrunk away from him, because despite understanding what he said, she did not know the meaning of six o'clock.

"What happens at six?"

"Sechs," he repeated.

"I got zex, but what is about zex?"

It didn't surprise Alice when he didn't reply. It was two hours away from six o'clock, Alice noticed on the watch. They were far into the woods now, but it didn't seem like any real fights had taken place here. They walked past no houses, cottages, lanterns or other people.

"We're in the middle of nowhere."

When the sun began to drop, Alice grew nervous. As the face of her fiancée flashed before her eyes, she went ballistic, but she didn't show it to him. This Nazi or whatever he was, was a murderer. She'd witnessed it all.

"So I wonder, do you actually know where you're going or do you just make up the way as you go?"

Alice wasn't strong, but she could try and outsmart him. When she got the chance, she would kill him.

For now, it seemed they were on friendly terms and that worked in Alice's benefit. If he didn't think she was any real danger, her plan would work better.

"I haven't heard any bombs for a long time."

Soon it was pitch black again, and Alice couldn't see more than a few yards ahead of her. The tripping was worse now, because not only was Alice weary, but she couldn't see what she was stepping on. Once, she fell, hurting her knees and hands in the process. The Nazi offered her his hand, but she didn't take it.

"As if I'd willingly want to be touched by your filthy Nazi paws."

The lack of sleep was really starting to get inside her head and making her paranoia. She'd been up since seven in the morning, that is the previous day. That made for about thirty-six hours. It would not do in her best interest to drop unconscience from sleep deprivation. The Nazi could do numerous things to her.

Perhaps he saved her life, but most likely that was for his benefit only. She mustn't start seeing him as a human being. He was a killing machine and there had to be a simple explanation as to why he hadn't killed her yet. It would be a very unwise move to not keep all her guards up regarding this Nazi.