Leon - 1

Leon - 1

I think its time I went back to where i began. To when things were real, to when
things where true.
Long before carlisle, and rosa. Long before all of this.  Back to when there was
so much madness, I was loosing my touch of sanity.

The rain poured down onto my boots, and flowed down to the floor like tears. The
hard ground crunched beneath my feet, and little vibrations of noise scurried
through the dirt. The trees swayed so low that the inhabitants decided the
sturdy ground would be a better option, and they dug down into the earth and
rested. The world looked dull, grey and misshaped from all the madness. The
fences wobbled, and the wooden posts swerved in their holes, and the whole scene
looked unfamiliar. But it wasn't, it was the camp. And I had been there longest
of all.
The trains rolled in from the gates, and jolted to a stop. The flimsy pieces of
wood which I think they called 'doors' flew open, and the dry eyed, weary people
fell back, and looked as if they had been exposed to the world for the first
time.
'Raus! Raus!'
The guards shouted at them, then the people all tumbled down to the ground, in
clusters of panic. Some got up and just looked, others cried and tried to get
back onto the train, and others just sat there, staring at the ground.
The people got separated into groups, men and women, and this was always the
hardest part. Mothers cried as they were pushed away from their angel faced
sons, and fathers weeped as their pig-tailed daughters were dragged away. Lovers
touched each others hands for the last time, then were pulled away to an
uncertain doom, and didn't know they would probably never meet again.
I couldn't do anything. I stood there, a solemn face, but inside I was falling
apart. Everyday I had to watch this, and everyday I stood by. A coward.
The harsh reality of life suddenly hit me, and I found that everything had gone
quiet, and that everyone was gone.
Klaus stood up from his seat, and walked up to me.
'Stupid b******s.' He took a swig of whisky.
'You'd think they'd learn that we don't want a fuss, and we have to do this 7
times a week! Always thinking of themselves, selfish beasts.'
I closed my eyes to hold back the tears, as the guilt filled me, but I stood
still and didn't turn to face him.
'I'd better go check them then, I want to get rid of the first lot quickly, so
many to kill and so little time! You know, some of these ones are from Belgium!
Can't wait to get rid of them, they may have fought well last time, but look
who's on top now! Maybe I'll ask if they can think of a reason as to why I
shouldn't kill them, that would be fun, want to join me?'
I managed a 'No.' but dared not say anything else in case I started to weep.
The day slowly drained by, and the storm blew over. From my office I saw the
people being led to the showers, and I wondered if I'd ever see them again. Out
of the seven groups of people, I saw one group again. They were all men, strong
and tall, and I wondered if their loved ones had been in there before them, but
had not walked out again.
I suddenly missed Ada more than anything. I missed her smile, her comforting
laugh, her grin. I did not blame them though, I did not feel hatred towards
them. No, I felt sorrow. I felt longing for them to not have done it, not just
for Ada's sake, but for theirs. Revenge is a bitter torment, and they should
have known that. But what happened happened, and it brought them all here.
The colours chased down the sun, and the night sky filled with empty darkness.
No stars tonight, I thought to myself, not that there were ever any.
I thought of writing to Christel, but then what was the point, she wouldn't want
to hear from me, she never did.
In the middle of the night, I heard Klaus walk in. The sound of his leather
boots drumming against the floorboard were easily recognised, but I didn't
recognise the second pair of footsteps, gentle and light. Then I heard murmured
voices, but I could not find it in myself to move, so I closed my eyes and
rolled into a sleep.