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25 May 2009, 05:14 AM Post #1 |
What is green...scaly...breathes flame...and has spikes?
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Flickering Lights In front of my glazed purple eyes it is gently swaying side to side, my eyes swollen shut. But through the crack I can see the metronome pointer waving back and forth each time sending an electric current throughout my beaten body. The light flickers in the middle of the room it swings in front of me illuminating them. It leaves me in the dark…then it returns leaving them unseen. I would rather be in the dark then be seen by any of them. I am hoping to my last hearts content that they would forget me here. I can see a double wide window in front of me when the light passes. A guard walks passed the window occasionally on what seems like forever. There is a weak street light outside illuminating half of the sidewalk out front. I twist my head to the right and they are sitting at the table playing poker. A man laughs as he wins the pot. In the middle of the table lies a Tokarev pistol aimed at my body yet nobody is holding it I can feel the bullets pierce my skin. Beside that leaning on the table is my Kar 98. The light shines on the metal and glistens. The bolt action is pushed in and it is fully loaded ready to fire. I can see my other things beside the table as well. My bag leans up to one of the table legs with my journal half open sliding out of my bag. There is more ammunition in my bag as well as some survival essentials. My army issue knife is in there, letters to my sister, razors, and other unimportant things. My helmet is on top of my bag an ace of spades sticking out of the front and a picture of my mother in the top of the roof. A man gets up and walks past me the light swings and smacks him in the side of the head “×åðòîâ ñâåò” He yells, and he looks for something to destroy in anger. I think fast and translate it back, Bloody Light my limited Russian learned from weeks in and out of these camps. He picks up my Kar 98 off the side of the table. My heart starts to race as I squirm in my chair trying to get out; I manage to break the wire that is electrocuting me and its returns fire with a strong electric current. I drool a bit and spit drips down onto my chest. The current stops, but I still have a major dilemma. The metronome is still there ticking back and forth. And he is still walking towards me with my gun in his hands. He lifts his arms up and all I can do is look up, it is one of the last things I see with my squinty eyes in the night light. He rifle butts me in the face between my eyes. “Ïðåáûâàíèå âíèç íåìåöêèé ïîäîíêè!” it rings over and over again in my head and I finally translate it back. “Stay down German scum.” Everything fades to black and I slide down in my chair in a slump. And the high pitched scream in my ears comes to a stop. I wake up it is roughly 5:30 am everything fades into motion. The men are still here one is sleeping on the table the other one is walking smoking his pipe. The other two men are gone then in the darkness I can faintly see men running every which way in the faint light out front. Gun bursts break out all around me; I try to escape my ropes in this wretched chair. My back is stiff and I lean to my side knocking over the metronome it hits the floor hard and breaks the back flips up facing me. Made in Germany it says on the back piece in fine black print I read it and a sense of irony flows over me. I continue to try and tip my chair and finally fall hard much like the metronome but I feel it in my ribs, it is hard to breath. My body feels sharp pains and is suffocated by oncoming pressure. The man that is smoking in the room with me grabs his gun and starts to load it. The other one wakes up and reaches for his and starts to prepare. I hear a tank shell whizz through the air and it lands on the building next door chunks of rock fly up and hit are door and shrapnel pierces the walls. I squirm my way out of the ropes with searing pain shooting through my body like bullets. The legs broke off the chair in the fall and the ropes loosened. I manage to slide my way out of my chair, I try to climb up but I fall on my face. The gun bursts are much louder now and it is a steady bang of artillery smashing the ground and destroying anything in its wake. I stand up fully this time and walk around sort of tipsy the man loading his gun gets up and decks me again I fall on to my knees. I crawl nearer towards the front window. I stand up and grab one of the chairs and run to swing it at him. A bomb drops right in front of the window. As I turned my head during swinging the chair I am blown back across the room by a shock wave. Glass chunks left in my body, blood drips down. I am now leaned against the far wall my head tipped blood dripping down. I look to my left and I see his leg and I turn my head to the right the other man is bleeding profusely out of his chest. I feel the pain my self and notice my tag on the ground it reads; DEU RK 112720-L-1153 Gruppe A I fall asleep once more and think of home and my life flashes before my eyes during this short sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I think back far in time. I was young at the time; I was outside in the back yard playing catch with my brothers. I believe I was ten at the time. My dad was on his way home from work. The day was perfect and nothing bad could wrong. Those were the days of true happiness blissful peace. I didn’t have to reach nirvana to be at peace. I just was. My mother was there, my beautiful mother wearing her apron and her long flowing blond hair tied back. Her sharp blue eyes could pierce your heart yet they were warm and comforting. Her voice was of an angel’s when she spoke. She was watching us play she was happy even though we were extremely poor. She was taking a break from making supper. My younger sister Ada stood at the door beside mother she was helping her make supper, she was truly beautiful. I never got to tell her how much I loved her. She was the youngest in the family. Yet there was something about her, her true innocence was wonderful. Although physically her heart was weak, emotionally her heart was strong. Some day I would like to make things right for other families by making an advance in medical technology. And she was happy until her last days. Mother turned around and went inside. Little Ada turned and followed her in. Bless her little heart, it could not pump as fast as ours but it could beat our courage down any time in a race. My older brother Adrian was wearing a bright t-shirt and beige shorts. He was a wise brother indeed; unlike the other children on the street he did not beat me. And my respect grew for him as time went on. Although he went on to fail many times because he rebelled against father’s wishes, I still loved him for who he was and what he had done for us in the past. He lacked the respect for father I always had. He would not know for years to come that he would be the man of the house. My older sister Jana, she was forever beautiful and young. Yet she was foolish and lacked wisdom she found a way to get away from this wretched place. She married a young American tourist, when she was 17, and moved to the states. She was safe from the cruelties of this side of the world. She was continents away living the American dream. She was inside cleaning up as usual helping mother with things playing with, my little sister, Ada. My younger brother, Ferdinand, was watching us play intuitively. How I wish I could spend more time with Ferdinand. He watched closely as we threw the rugged ball back and forth. Occasionally we would toss him the ball so he would not go rat us out to mom. The baseball was torn to shreds from years of being thrown onto the ground from glove to glove-from father to son. My dad worked five to five everyday; he tried his hardest to provide for us. After the Great War there was a boom in the economy, but with the start of this great depression there was no loose money to spare. We never went without eating. If there was no food for him he let us eat first, and if there was no food for mother or father…he would let us eat. He would work long hard days. Day in and day out he toiled in the factory producing a product I do not remember anymore. The company is long out of business now. He was the greatest man I had ever met and ever will know of. He taught me and my sibling’s lessons that you could not learn at any school. Most of all he taught me things that the other fathers didn’t. He taught me how to be honorable how to be brave and courageous, he showed me true wisdom. He showed me how to be humble and bow before the feet of the King, my God. He told me many great things. He was the greatest mentor a boy could have. He led me into teen hood. I believe he left this world to early. But I always believed that he was watching over me in good times and bad. He walked beside me in the good times and he carries me through the bad. He is my strength when I have none and he is my inspiration to strive harder to be better. But the number one thing he taught me was to fight for what I loved. Suddenly I wasn’t playing memories over in my head and was apart of them. “Lukas, Adrian, Ferdinand supper is ready!” my mothers sweet voice rang as we were throwing the ball. Adrian threw the ball at me and ran in to get servings first. Ferdinand stood there wide eyed in wonder why Adrian had done so. “Come on Ferdinand lets go.” I said as walked passed him into the house. “Why did Adrian throw the ball at you?” he asked still in wonder. “So he could get his food first.” I replied back. “Let’s go dad will be home soon.” “Okay, Luk.” Ferdi responded and followed me in. I walked down the hall towards the kitchen; it was a small house considering seven people lived in it. I walked past my room, the door was open and I could see a pile of dirty laundry strewn across the floor. Ferdi, Adrian and I shared a room together it was one of the biggest rooms. But half of the house lived in it. And I looked to the left of the house and seen the girls room. Ada and Jana shared a room as well; their room was always neat and tidy. ‘Girls I thought in my head…always cleaning and such.’ There was a small bathroom across from the kitchen we all shared it. It was especially hectic in mornings before school. I stopped in the hall to look at the sketches my mother had done a long time ago. Ferdi walked past me, I caught up and raced past him the few short feet to the kitchen. “What is for supper?” I asked as I walked into the room. “I made spaghetti and vegetables!” Ada replied giddy with excitement. “Oh really...” I responded to that. “Hurry up and serve yourself were all waiting for you to pray.” Mom said. “Sorry mom” I grabbed a plate and served myself what was left of the spaghetti and the plenty of vegetables that Adrian had left me. I sat down on my side of the table as usual beside Ferdinand. “Who wants to say the blessing?” mother asked as she took her seat at one head of the table. The other end was empty and a plate of food was laid out for dad. ‘He would be here any minute he usually interrupts the prayer’ I thought. “Lukas? You want to say the blessing.” Mom asked me. “Uhh…Yes. Bless our lord with these thy gifts which we are about to receive from thy…thy-” “-bounty, through Christ our Lord, Amen.” Mother said finishing my sentence as I forgot the ending of the prayer. “Thanks mom” I said just loud enough for her to hear me. I took a bite of my food then another and another and soon enough my plate of food was gone. It was so good I started to lick my plate. I hadn’t noticed until now that father hadn’t arrived yet. Mother looked worried when I looked into her eyes. Just as I was thinking of the worst that could’ve happened I heard the door open, I ran to the front hall and seen father standing there with sad eyes and a forced smile, I jumped into his arms anyways and gave him a big hug. I looked down and seen Ada and Ferdi jumping up to give him hugs too asking him how his day was, what he did at work. Not understanding at the time what was going on. I heard him call my brother Adrian into the living room; he said they had to talk man to man. Father lead Adrian into the living room and father shut the sliding doors so we could not see or hear what was going on. I walked to my room and lay down on to my lower bunk. From here I could here perfectly into the living room. Father began to speak with a shaky voice trying to cover it up with a stern tone. He began to speak “The times are tough right now, I have already told your mother. There is bad news-”he stopped and I could hear him sigh through the wall as he prepared to say one of the hardest things to tell a boy. He began again and I could imagine my brother’s solemn eyes staring up at my humbled father. “I lost my job today; you will have to be the man of the house while I am gone. I am going to be working day and night so you can have food.” My brother spoke out and asked a question “Why are you losing your job?” My fathers reply to this was “I have no answer to why they have fired me. But I have an alternate answer and calling. There is no perfect place - only better places. And that was job was just a stop along the way. I will find a better place.” And with those final words I heard my father’s footsteps out of the room…then the faint image started to falter like a projector running out of film. I can start to feel pain in my arms and shoulders. Now it feels as though I am being pierced in the back… ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I awake being dragged away from my prison; two of my comrades are dragging me from a burning building. I recognize immediately by the German war insignia; an eagle clutching a swastika in its talons; on their right shoulders. I feel groggy and my vision is impaired, everything is still a blur. The world is spinning circles around me; I can smell the scent of burning flesh, the charred remains waft through the air. I can see the flames lick around the building I was just being held captive in. Those fucking Russian bastards can burn in hell I think to myself, and think about how they are burning alive. The first thought I have about them burning alive brings a sick and twisted pleasure. I hear a familiar voice, a familiar tone- a familiar language. The men dragging me back to the vehicles are speaking German which makes me feel at home in this desolate place. “Are you alright?” They ask over and over again, still dazed and confused I manage to mutter back the only thing I want “Water”. They respond back “We’ll be back at the truck in no time, just a few more feet.” Just as they said that I could see in the distance a German soldier kick down a door and shoot a burst of fire in. Another German soldier walks around him a throws in a torch. The soldiers that are dragging me stop and bring a canteen to my face “Drink.” I open my mouth, my tongue is dry my lips blistered and bleeding, several teeth now missing, and my other teeth stained red and brown from dried blood. The water trickles down into my mouth one of this first comforts I have had in days. I am so dehydrated at this point that the water burns my throat instead of having the usual soothing effect. Even with the burning in the back of my mouth and throat I try to chug it all down. My initial attempt is to grab the bottle but I can’t reach it, nor can I move either of my arms for that matter. I twist to try and move and feel sharp pains all over my body. Several of my other imprisoned comrades are sitting next to me. They have each been rescued as well, as we were all captured in the same battle. The artillery is still booming and is now getting closer to the trucks. An officer gets out of the truck and walks toward us his face is both amused and relieved, a first. It all changes when he yells at us in an angry tone. “Every one gets on the bloody truck now! We are leaving in 2 minutes if anyone isn’t on it by then we’re leaving you behind.” I drag my self over the back hutch and roll into the truck, then slide up the bench towards the cab. I always feel safest here. Edited by Godzilla, 14 Sep 2009, 06:08 AM.
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| Luemas | 25 May 2009, 03:16 PM Post #2 |
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One question. The main character is German right? Probably Aryan from the description of his mother... meaning pure German. It takes place after WWI in WWII. He's either in Russia, or Russia's invading Germany, or Europe, meaning the war is somewhat closer to its end... I'm just trying to figure out some stuff and rambling and writing it down as I ramble. Rambling right? |
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25 May 2009, 05:05 PM Post #3 |
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You wer pretty close he is of aryan descent (full german), and is currently being held pow in russia. When a bomb shell hits his torture area killing the guards and knoc=king him unconscience. He has a mini-coma i guess icould call it of his life back in germany when he was younger. |
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| Luemas | 25 May 2009, 08:48 PM Post #4 |
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Yay for me? Sorry if I spoiled stuff or whatever.. If you want I can remove the last post. |
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29 May 2009, 07:10 AM Post #5 |
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No Im hoping people just read my writing before they read the comments. If they read the comments first thats there problem. besides its just a summary of what happens it not like its big deal. |
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| Luemas | 29 May 2009, 11:20 AM Post #6 |
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Ah. Ok. That does make sense. I don't think right lot. |
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1 Jun 2009, 08:38 PM Post #7 |
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its not a problem. |
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http://godzilla725.deviantart.com/ "Rest, prepare, cry in the corner...whatever you do before a mission, only do it quietly." ~ Malik (Assassin's Creed) "I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants." ~ A. Whitney Brown When cryptography is outlawed, bayl bhgynjf jvyy unir cevinpl. | |
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14 Sep 2009, 08:56 PM Post #8 |
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New chapter!( well revised edited updated +new bit...) |
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http://godzilla725.deviantart.com/ "Rest, prepare, cry in the corner...whatever you do before a mission, only do it quietly." ~ Malik (Assassin's Creed) "I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants." ~ A. Whitney Brown When cryptography is outlawed, bayl bhgynjf jvyy unir cevinpl. | |
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| Zeo | 21 Sep 2009, 04:20 PM Post #9 |
The demona wolf
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YAY!! 
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22 Sep 2009, 05:26 AM Post #10 |
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Did you read it...again? Btw I like your new avi its super cool, did you make it? |
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http://godzilla725.deviantart.com/ "Rest, prepare, cry in the corner...whatever you do before a mission, only do it quietly." ~ Malik (Assassin's Creed) "I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants." ~ A. Whitney Brown When cryptography is outlawed, bayl bhgynjf jvyy unir cevinpl. | |
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