Chapter Thirty-One
Alice couldn't do this. She wasn't strong enough, mentally, physically, she really wasn't. She stood frozen. Jasper brought his hands to her waist and squeezed her hard, until she gasped from the pain.
"Don't go into shock, America," he snapped. "Stop looking afraid. They'll figure it out."
"I c-can't do t-this," she said, shaking her head. "I-I'll blow y-your cover. I'm s-s-sorry."
"Why did come here?" he asked. "Why did you come here at the age of fifteen? Not to die and give up, I presume."
She didn't want to think about that now. But it reminded her of her lost life in America.
"Tell me, do you trust me or not?"
It didn't matter whether she did, because her shaking frame would really blow his cover.
"Alice," he said sharply, holding each side of her head gently. "Look at me."
Tears fell from her eyes when she looked into his green eyes.
"I'm going to kiss you now."
"Wha-"
His lips crashed into hers hard. It was brief, firm, but enough to divert her mind from all danger around her.
"Good girl," he muttered when he noticed her.
His hand went to her thighs and he started feeling around. She looked at him with large eyes. Until she felt him squeeze the bottle with poison against her thigh. He looked satisfied when he felt it, still in her possession and within close reach.
"Just in case, remember?"
Jasper kissed her. Her first kiss.
The helicopter was now very close to them and Alice did no longer dare to speak, afraid they might catch her English words.
Jasper turned around to the helicopter, his hand before his eyes to prevent the flying sand and dirt fly into them.
Alice couldn't have been bothered with doing that. She was about to get face to face with at least four actual Nazi's. The three that sat on the edge and the one that was flying the thing.
"Adam!" one of them called. "Wie geht's? Wo bist du gewesen?"
"Ich hätte etwas gehört und hat dieser liebe Mädchen gefunden. Du weißt was ich meine, nichts?"
He was grinning at them and Alice's heart froze. He seemed to be part of them. It confused Alice's seventeen year old brain so much.
"Also..." a different one said, stepping out. "Teilst du mit deine Kameraden?"
"Nein," Jasper said. "Sie ist meines."
"Ist das so? And was sagt das Mädchen davon? Eh, schönes?"
He was staring at Alice directly. He was speaking to her.
"Sie kann nicht sprechen," Jasper said. "Stumm."
The men watched Alice like a hawk. She tried to keep her face hard and that wasn't difficult if she kept re-imaging the dead bodies of her friends.
"Darfen wir nicht jetz gehen?" Jasper asked with a casual shrug.
"Ja," they agreed, getting back on the helicopter.
Jasper followed them and quickly tilted his head, mentioning to follow him.
She was walking slowly behind the Nazi's. And Jasper.
The first Nazi went in, then the second, the third.
Jasper also went in and Alice froze. Before she could think, his hand appeared. He looked at her with a hard face, waiting until she took his hand.
"Komm, Anna," he said.
Come...Anna?
She chose not to think, but take his large hand and do as he told. He hoisted her up and she stepped into the helicopter with a wild heartbeat. The helicopter was loud. It didn't make Alice feel any less in the presence of Nazi. She was glad the Nazi paid her little attention, but she was very unnerved, because they spoke fast German and Alice couldn't make it any words. Therefor it was easier for her to just block them out.
Jasper was speaking easily with them, but he sat closest to her. She didn't even know if that comforted her or not. Nothing could quite comfort her, unless they all jumped up all of a sudden to say they weren't real Nazi. That, of course, was not going to happen. This was the real deal.
She almost jumped when she felt a soft touch at the small of her back. Her head snapped to her side. Jasper was still speaking with the men, only she noticed that he'd leaned back, his arm behind her. His hand however was on her back, almost caressing her.
"Was ist loss?" one of the men asked harshly.
"Nichts," Jasper said in a casual tone.
He grunted and Alice tensed. What were they saying and why did Alice feel in more danger?
"Anna?" he asked, turning his head to her. "Du bist einen Schwester. Ja?"
He nodded once curtly and she followed the movement.
"Sie kan arbeiten in das Krankenhaus."
The men shrugged and agreed on something.
"Aber sie kann nicht sprechen," one of them said.
"Sie kann hören. Sie ist nicht dumm."
"Okay," one of them said.
Suddenly one of them yelled and pointed down.
"Zeit für action. Komm hier, Adam. Bringe hier deine Mädchen."
Jasper got on his feet and pulled Alice up by her upper arm. Her eyes were questioningly watching his, but his face was hard. They threw a large, military gun into Jasper's arms and he caught it with both hands.
That's when Alice saw, yards and yards above the helicopter, a camp. Several American's were running quickly. They must've seen the helicopter.
"Jetzt!" the largest one called.
And shots deafened Alice. Her fellow Americans were falling on the ground, one by one.
Jasper raised the gun and went to stand next to them. He started shooting with them. Alice glared at the man and almost cried when she only saw death and blood. She couldn't believe that it were his lips that touched hers, just minutes ago. Now his finger was pulling a trigger and killing fellow Americans.
The helicopter descended and Alice needed to put all effort into her trembling. She needed to stop look afraid, horrified, shocked.
Jasper glanced back once, quickly, his eyes dark and emotionless. He was a robot. Like a button, he'd changed himself. He shut off his emotions.
Alice wondered what his secret was.
The rest was laughing, enjoying themselves.
The helicopter moved hard, as it landed on the ground. It stood between a mascaraed of bodies. Jasper waved his head to her, then jumped out of the helicopter. She got out with a sick feeling to her stomach.
The other Nazi men went to each body, and put a bullet in their heads. Even if they were already dead. Jasper did the same, only twice. He kept glancing over at Alice more and more. She was staring at him in her own hard face with lips glued on each other too tightly. She felt like screaming. Her eyes tried to avoid the bodies. She did however see how the Nazi's acted like wild monsters.
Slowly, Alice retreated. The Nazi had left guns in the helicopter. She didn't want to kill herself.
She needed to kill a Nazi.