first part

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The sun bathed the once green field in blood. Shots rang through the icy morning air and cries of men in agony filled the ears of young nurses. The quiet scratching of a pen on paper could be heard in the unsettling quite of the camp. Men who were hurt enough to whine about it where in the hospital and the rest of the boys, who could barely be considered as men but somehow passed sat quietly reliving the horrifying pieces of reality they had lived through only hours before. Some wrote home to their family. Their letters filled with lies about how they where fine and would be him soon although most wondered if the would live through the night. The sounds of another bomb shook the ground and those who where planted firmly on on it. Men winced and thanked god it wasn't them as they bit their lips and shut their eyes praying for a moment rest before they they where called out again. A young girl in the group of men carefully pulled her soot covered hair back into her hat before comeing out out from under the flimsy peice of cloth she was forced to call a blanket. "While you sissys sit around I'm gonna go do something" she announced. Some glanced curious glances at her while most didn't even bother to look up as had become accustomarry to her little outbursts. Some used to ask her questions or beg her not to go but they had failed to stop her and so they gave up trying but she was doing something different this time. She continued " and if ain't no one comin with me then..Well actually I don't blame y'all...It's hell out there there trust me I know. but that's what we came here to stop." At this point many more men where looking at her. "I know it's scary out there but y'all signed up for that. 'Cept johnny over there we all know he was drafted couse he won't shut his trap 'bout it." A few snickers lifted through the air and Johnnys face turned bright red. " anyway, we all came here to do something and as soon as y'all find out it ain't easy you just want to sit on your
lazy areses and quit. Well I ain't gonna. And ain't no one gonna stop me." The boy on the bunk next to her stood up "alright alright I'll come with ya if you shut your trap" she smiled satisfactorily. "Lets go then." She strode out the door with him on her heels. A murmuring speed like a wild fire through the tent behind them. They ignored it and moved on closer to the loud sounds of battle. They both pulled their guns before nodding at each other. "One of us probobly I sent comeing back." The girl who was named Emma but was called herself Reed said. "I should probobly tell you something in case you go back and I don't." She bit her lip a little harder and the metallic taste of blood flooded her mouth. "My real name is Emma Thompson." She pulled of her cap and her disheartened blond hair came tumbling down around her shoulders. The boy seemed to have little reaction. "Ya I know I've seen you before." He blushed. "I dident want to say anything 'couse well you know." Emma's cheeks turned as bright red as the swastikas on their enemy's badges."no I understand" she said gathering herself. She gave him a weak smile just like before. "Well see you later" he said. "No you probobly won't" on that note they turned and together for the last time, walked out onto the field.

Fights where raging and all had gone to hell when Emma landed on the field she shot blindly when she saw red and hoped to God she dident kill anyone she knew. Blood drops decorated her pale skin and uniform. The now high sun warmed her and everyone around her. Sweat dripped from their faces. Her long hair and girlish features distracted and confused most she came in contact with. This gave her a slight advantage and she used it the best she could. At one point even batting her eyes at a man before shooting him. A.hand came around from behind her and covered her mouth. "Now what's a blond haired blue eyed girl like you doing out here fighting?" a voice asked. She struggled and noted faintly that neither of them had been shot but they where standing in the middle of a war zone. "How odd" she thought. The man hooked her hands behind her back and released her mouth. "Let go of me you son of a b***h." She struggled to get away but to no avail. "Now my mom a taught me that it's wrong to hurt a girl. But what a girl is doing in battle puzzles me." He continued pulling her back away from the raging fight. lifeless body's littered the ground and blood stained their boots. "So I guess we'll just have to keep you. I mean If any have you running around shooting my buddies" his German accent was strong but obviously he spoke English. Emma was helpless, and though she struggled madly, kicked, bit, and fought, she couldn't get free. Her cap had long fallen off, and now her hair hung glistening around her shoulders. He was dragging her towards the tents that lined the sides of the battle field- and, beyond that, the trucks. I have to get free... She thought. I have to get free, have to get free, have to- Her thoughts were cut short by a brilliant burst of pain in the back of her head. Black dots spread across her vision, and then she passed out.

She woke in a small, cramped space. It was pitch black and she was standing straight. The opposite wall was so close that both her butt and breasts pressed firmly against the surface. She could feel things scuttling over her feet- rats, and mice she supposed. She tried to move away but only ending up makeing a bunch of noise. A voice called out from outside the cell. "was machst du?" She didn't respond. "I said what are you doing?" The voice said again this time much more gruffly. "What the hell do you think I'm doing?" She responded. "Amerikanischen schlampe.." He muttered, and moved away. Again, she was left alone with the mice, rats, and cold water that was now trickling over her feet. She was stiff, uncomfortable, and bored out of her mind, so she addressed the Nazi outside. "So.. umm... what do you expect me to do in here?" She called out in english. Unlike the other boys she hadn't bothered to learn. She had no intention of conversing with them. The Nazi looked around the corner and Emma got a good look at his

face. He was around the same age as her 13 maybe 14. Young for a soldier. He was good looking and had dark eyes. These eyes widened a little as he got his first good look at her. "Stand there and rot, like the rest." The way he said this was laughable- he both looked and sounded like someone had knocked the wind out of him. "I have to intention of doing that." She spat back. "You've no choice." He pulled back, so she couldn't see him any longer, though when he spoke he was still close. "What is your name?" "It doesn't matter.what my name is. Does it? I'm going to die anyway." She glared at the wall where she presumed he was. "Good point." Again, she was left in silence- at least an hour passed before she couldn't stand it anymore. Again, she adressed the soldier. "Why do you do this?" "Do what?" "Capture innocent people." He had no reply to this, and soon after he was relived. She learned his name in that little space of time- Erik. Now the post was taken over by a much tougher man, who leered at her through the little cell slot and tapped her feet with a hot poker. She took the pain in stride and prayed for rescue to come.

Rescue did not but reprieve did. The cell door was opened and she was yanked out. Once she was out in the open, she realized how weak she had become- her knees wobbled and merely walking felt as though she were walking on logs in the water. Her "saviour" was Erik. "Keep your mouth shut." He said, half in german, half in english, and manacled both her hands and feet. He began to guide her through the corridor, occasionaly shoving her forward if she slowed down too much. She was taken to what looked like a bathhouse. Erik stripped her down and shoved her beneath the cold spray. It was unpleasant, but it woke her up. "Turn around, prick" she said addressing Erik and covering herself with her hands. He didn't turn around, but he did avert his gaze. A very faint blush rose along his cheekbones. At least he acts human. Emma though, wryly. She didn't get very long- his gloved hand soon closed around her arm. He pulled her out, and began to pull her towards the door, naked. "Wait! You can't just take my clothes. I'm f*****g naked!!!" She cried pulling back towards her clothes. "Well you can't go around in that uniform." he responded irritability. "And I won't go naked!" He sighed, muttered something, and pulled his coat off. "You can wear this. Now be quiet!" It came down to about mid-thigh on her. She felt like refusing it, but her wont overcame her stubborness and she let him drape it around her. They continued through the corridors, and soon they came to a set of doors. Erik abrubtly took his coat back, but before she could complain, these doors swung open. Two Nazi's, who looked much more formidble and intimidating then the one who stood beside her, leered down at Emma. She fought back her fear, and spat into the nearest man's face. She was struck, hard, hard enough to put her on the floor. Erik dragged her back to her feet by her hair and shoved her into the arms of the now infuriated Nazi's. Blows rained about her head and shoulders, driving her to her knees. A shar
p cry rent the air. "Genug!" Erik shouted. They stopped and she was hauled to her feet once more, while Erik addressed the two men in fast, furious german. The one whom she had spit on shoved Erik back, and the two Nazi's laughed before they dragged her into the room. Now, they did not touch her, save to cut off her hair, to just below her ears. She was given rags to wear, and then she was taken from the room, up further. She was brought to a huge room full of women, all sewing. She continued to struggle and shout- this caught the attention of many, though they only dared a quick peek. She was secured to a table, and left to fume. "The f**k do you want me to do. I can't sew! Even if I could I wouldn't. Not for you." She turned to the men. "You know what!? You can burn in hell" she spat on the ground at their feet. "Don't try to get away" one of the men said in broken English. "I will do nothing for you! I don't care what you say or do I will do nothing!" "You see that man?" One of the Nazi's asked, eyes glittering as he pointed to a Nazi that stood in the back. He held a whip in his hand was was surveying the scene like a harpy. "He will make you scream, little woman. He will tame you. Do not test him." "Shut up! i dont care I will do nothing for you!"She pulled at her tethers. They shrugged, laughed, and walked away. She continued pulling at researchers and even went so far as to chew on them she could not escape and in the end she gave up. She sat there choking back tears. She heard heavy boots approaching from behind, and gasped as the Nazi with the whip grabbed a handful of her hair. "Arbeiten!" He screamed. She trembled but made no move toward the machine. At this point many more girls looking up. "Dann werde ich ein Exempel statuieren aus dir" He turned to the other woman. "Sehen Frauth" every woman turned to look. Her shirt was shoved up, and then he began to whip her unmericfully, until she was sitting in a pool of her own blood and half concious. He finall
y stopped, though he grabbed her by her hair and shook her. "Stop!" Her voice came out as barely more then a whisper. "Halt den Mund mit deinen dreckigen Englisch" She shook. Her body racking with sobs. "Mund halten!" She shook even harder and a few woman looked away. Suddenly a familiar voice interrupted fro behind. "Stop! Was zum Teufel denkst du tust?" It was Erik. "Sie weigerte sich, Befehle zu befolgen sir." The man responded. He released her hair and she let out a gasp. the man stood at attention showing that Erik was a much higher think then him. "Sie kann nicht Befehle befolgen dumm. Sie spricht kein Englisch." Erik barked at him with a disgusted look. he grabbed her arm and unshakled her.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar. Should we continue. It's not politically correct I know. Cora.

Reviews

[touchthesky]

Wow ok I just reread it and it sucks...-_- ignore this