Auschwitz - COMPLETE

Bam -
Before I even set foot in there, I felt its stench rise up through my nostrils, and register in my brain. Death. It was over-whelming. Could I really work here? But I know i have no choice. I'm gay, if that gets out, I'll be a prisoner. I know I will die if I were to become one. If I'm here, I have every reason to not have a wife. 'This is more important' I'll say to anyone who asks. Sighing, I stepped foot inside, ready to begin the grim task that awaited me.
It wasn't long before I was assigned to the selection process on the Judenrampe
"You wanna send about three quarters of 'em to Auschwitz-Birkenau," my commanding officer told me as he handed me a gun. "That will be all children, all women with children, all the elderly, and all those who appear not to be fully fit - if your unsure, send 'em to the doctor. Understand?" I felt myself nodding before I even had the chance to protest. Three quarters? Surely that was too many! "Now, when it comes to twins and dwarfs, send 'em to Josef Mengele, he'll want to experiment on 'em, fucking weirdo's." Again I nodded, but my mind was screaming, WHY, what did they ever do to you? I knew what Mengele did to his 'patients' But I knew I could say nothing. This was my job, I need to support my mother, she's too sick to work for herself.
"Now for the women you think are able to work, send 'em to work in "Canada", it's part of Birkenau. There the prisoners' belongings will be sorted for German use - choicest stuff for us mind, you should see the amount of wedding rings we 'ave, could melt 'em down, 'ave a whole bar of gold, each! Now where was I? Oh yeah, and the others? Send 'em to work in the factories. Cheap labour! IG Farben and Krupp are makin' a fortune 'ere." He grinned at me as a train arrived. "Ah! Finally! This lot are from Berehov ghetto, most of 'em are Hungarian Jews, but there are some others in there. I think there may even be some Finns in there! Haha...Finns!" I forced myself to laugh, not wanting to get on his bad side. "I'll leave you too it then! Once you've finished with this lot, head over to Birkenau and keep an eye on the sonderkommando. They will be preparing the new arrivals for gassing and transferred corpses from the gas chambers to the furnaces, if they get out of line, shot 'em, they can be replaced." We saluted and he left as the arrivals approached. They saw me with my gun and froze. I knew I had to put my emotions aside as I set to work.
Left for Canada and the factories, right for the gas chambers, straight ahead for Mengele. I reminded myself. Imagine the chaos if I sent less than a quarter of these Jews to die! It would be the end of my job, the end of me and my mother.
Slowly, one by one, the prisoners approached me.
"Left, right, right, right, right, left, straight on, right, right, straight ahead, left...WAIT! I meant right...left, right, right, right..." Soon, not many stood before me. I was making my choices as quickly as possible, it seemed to detach me from what I was really doing. I glanced up at the next prisoner. He had long black hair, piercing green eyes and the palest skin I'd ever seen. I felt my heart race at the sight before me. I gulped. He was thin...very thin, and he looked ill. I knew I should say right, but my heart said left. What the hell should I say! Yes, I was attracted to this man, but I could do nothing, even if I saved him! I had to send him right! He has to die, he's ill! Then I found myself looking into his eyes...
"Left..." I found myself saying. I seem to be losing control of my actions today. The man thanked me with a smile and walked left. I chanced a glance at him, and he looked back. Our eyes connected again, making my heart race.
The smile stayed in my mind as I finished and headed to Birkenau to supervise the sonderkommando.

Ville -
'Work makes one Free' Its the first thing I see. Large daunting gates. Gates with a message, a message with such a contrast to life in the trucks, to the rumours I have heard of life behind them. I was in that truck for god knows how long, I'm starving, filthy and scared. While I was in there all around me people were crying, pleading, praying, DYING! In the cattle trunk I was in alone, 7 people died. 3 of them were children. It was heartbreaking to see. Their bodys remained and the smell lingered, the decomposing heaps lay on the soiled floor, spreading illness amongst those still alive. One man escaped as we stopped to collect more 'undesirables' He dropped through a hole in the floor and lay beneath the train as it left. He had his right arm cut off, but he was alive...free. No one else had the bravery to escape. We stood, soiled by our own waste, surrounded by the dead and dying. Waiting. But for what?
Men shouting in German the second the doors were opened.
"Get out! Line up! Women to the left, men to the right! Move you Jewish bastards or I will shoot you all like dogs!" Gulping, I joined the back of the queue of men. As I waited, I heard gunshots ring out, followed by screams. Screams of fear, of pain. The guards had begun to shot those stumbling from the trucks. It appeared they weren't moving fast enough. Suddenly, I heard a shot close to me. Closer than any of the others. Something told me to look round, and I did. I regretted the choice immediately. At my feet lay Linde, my best friend. He was dead. A fresh gun shot wound slowly oozing crimson liquid was visible through his hair. I gasped. All I wanted to do was cling to his body and sob away my grief. I knew it would cost me my life to do so, so i didn't. I had to get out alive. My family needed me. I couldn't disappoint them. Instead, I marched forward with the others to where we were told if we would live, or if we would die. I worked it out in no time. Left meant living, right meant death. The smell alone gave it away. The daunting buildings - gas chambers according to what I've heard - gave off a stench that could only be described as one thing. Something I had gained familiarity with while being transported. Death. Some went straight on. I heard from those in front that anyone sent straight ahead went to the infamous Josef Mengele. I shuddered at the thought of what he could be doing to those who were sent to him. After over an hour, I saw the guard who was playing God. He had deep brown curls and beautiful blue eyes. With no expression he told those who approached him where to go. It was so unnatural, so inhuman, yet, every now and then, I saw a pained expression force its way onto his young face. Every time a mother with a young child stood before him, I saw the slight change in his face as clear as day. I could tell he was different from the other guards. He didn't want to be here. The closer I got to him, the more of him I saw. His uniform hung lose over his frame. I could tell from his exposed arms that he was well built, strong. I found myself attracted to that man who may well be my murderer - that alone scared me, scared me more than any thing I had experienced so far, more than anything that could come., but at the same time, it only made me more attracted to him. Before long I found myself standing in front of him. Unlike those before me, his choice was not instant. He paused and I could see his mind racing through his eyes. It was then that I relished. He was gay! Could he be attracted to me? Our eyes connected briefly as a life changing word slipped past his lips.
"Left." I smiled in thanks, I don't know why, but something inside me made me believe that I had done the right thing. I walked off and chanced a glance behind me. He was watching me! Our eyes connected again and I felt a shiver run up my spine. In that one moment, everything melted away. I was not about to work till death. I was about to start life again. Life with an attractive young man with beautiful blue eyes...