Chapter Fifteen
In His Eyes
He shook his head with a knowing look in his eyes. It was in either self thought or he was disagreeing with her. It looked a lot like the latter. If he was doing the second, that would mean he understood her.
Alice grew suspicious when a sudden thought struck her mind.
"Do you know English?"
Her voice could not have been filled more with accusation and offense.
The beginning of a smirk covered his lips and Alice gasped. Did he understand her?
It would mean that all this time he'd only been playing a game with her. All that time when she was really frightened, he hadn't bothered to talk back to her. She told him so many things in a certain trust, because he supposedly didn't know English. Now she wondered if she might've said something that could endanger her camp.
There came a booming sound from the wide open door. Both he and Alice snapped their heads. She brought the gun - even thought she was unable, nor trained to shoot - to the door. A large man stepped inside, speaking German which Alice didn't catch due to her mental brain freeze.
The Adam Nazi had seen how the Nazi by the door was aiming for Alice. He probably thought that a fellow comrade was about to get killed by an American.
The hand of the Nazi came over Alice's on the gun. He aimed her arm higher. Then she felt how her finger was forced to press the trigger back. A bullet was fired and Alice witnessed another head being exploded. He sagged down his knees and fell on the ground loudly.
"Took you long enough to notice," the Nazi said in perfect American English.
The Nazi could speak English. It was definitely with a Southern accent, but it was English either way. For whatever it was worth, Alice was a little pleased that she'd found out before he'd admitted it.
The pleased feeling didn't last for long. The feelings of terror radiated in her body as she and the Nazi stood side by side. His hand still kept hers locked over the gun. His front finger was still pressed against hers.
He shot a man.
She shot him as well.
They shot him together.
But she killed a man.
The shock of the Nazi speaking English did not outweigh the shock that she committed murder.
Her hand shook so the Nazi freed her from the murder weapon. He watched her with a scoff.
"Sit," he commanded. "Before you pass out."
She couldn't move. She only looked as the Nazi walked to his abandoned gun on the ground and walked toward the front door with a gun in both hands.
He looked around, his eyes focused. When seemingly satisfied, he put his gun in the barrel by his hip and started emptying the dead man's gun. All the while he kept a close eye on Alice.
On the other hand, Alice kept a close eye on the Nazi. He dragged all four of the bodies by there feet outside, leaving trails of blood coming from their heads. Now Alice was positive this man was trained to shoot for the head, or at least perfectly. Her fingers were playing with each other by her stomach nervously as she was surrounded by death. Even she herself had almost been dead. The worst of it all was that she now had the feel of being a killer, even if it hadn't been her will to pull that trigger.
There were corpses surrounding them. Fallen soldiers were in the bathroom. Killed enemies were dragged outside. Everything was done so coldly.
At the sound of a sharp bang, Alice jumped, snapping her head to where it had come from. It was the Nazi, who'd shut the door. She had been watching him like a hawk, but momentarily got distracted by her own thoughts. The Nazi knew English and Alice did her best to think about what she'd said, but as far as she recalled, she hadn't given him any crucial information which he could use against her team.
"Your nose is crooked," he said, staring at her from across the distance. "Broken, I'd say."
She looked away, then turned away, only to walk away. Now she was nervous, since they could communicate. This brought everything to a whole new level.
"Want me to set it for you?"
She shook her head quickly and reached for her nose to touch it. She hissed, a low moan coming from her mouth at how much one small touch hurt. It hurt if she breathed, let alone if he set it straight for her. Besides, she did not care much about looks. It was just a crook in her nose.
Upon her touch, some hard bit of something unknown was stuck on her finger. She stared at it and brought her thumb up to see if she could crush it. It was very hard and once the redness went off it, she saw that it was actually white. Her stomach churned and a light-headedness caught her. It was possibly a piece of small bone from that man who'd been on top of her.
The pain in her nose started to watered her eyes. She didn't dare touch her face again though. How on earth would she get her face clean? The bathroom was filled with corpses. As if that wasn't bad enough, Alice flinched when cold air hit her naked legs, realizing in horror her pants were still off.
She shook her head on replay now, barely knowing she was doing that. The room was spinning fast. Was she falling?
The Nazi took hold of her elbow, but Alice screamed, "Don't touch me!"
What Alice hadn't seen, was that the Nazi had indeed come closer to her.
What Alice hadn't heard, was the Nazi speaking to her numerous times.
What Alice didn't know, was that the Nazi was worried because for the first time since they met, she wasn't talking and she wasn't responding. As far as he knew, Alice always talked or responded. She was like a cat who couldn't hide her curiosity for long.
That was the moment Alice had a mental breakdown.