Auschwitz - COMPLETE

Ville.

I look up in fear at the gun that is about to end my life. Trembling, I mentally say goodbye to those I love. The few seconds between my noticing of the gun, and the sound of the gunshot seem like hours as I lay there in the mud. But, despite the fact that I hear a gun fire, I'm not dead, in fact, I've not been touched at all. Instead the guard in front of me slumps over, his breathing heavy, his eyes wide, a fresh gunshot wound embedded deep into his back. Blood slowly oozes from it as his life slips away, and, after less than a minute, he falls to the ground to me left, dead. Looking up in fear, I see Bam, and, before we can stop ourselves, we've run into each others arms.

"Oh god Bam, thank you! I was so scared, but you saved my life!" I cry, tears falling down my face. He simply hugs me tighter and kisses my cheek, despite the fact that it is damp with my tears.

"I couldn't just stand by and let him kill you Willa! I love you!" He whispers into my ear. Wait. He loves me. I find myself smiling as I rest my forehead against his. His eyes meet mine, and he smiles in return, so I kiss him.

"I love you too," I whisper. We kiss again briefly. "I hate it here so much...but you've made it better. Bammie, I want to get out of here so bad, but I don't want to leave you," Bam bites his lip and nods, but he can't stop a few tears from leaking down his face. I wipe them away, then kiss his eyes briefly, making him laugh. "If I kiss your eyes, it'll make them all better, and you'll stop crying," I say, pouting slightly. Bam laughs again and kisses my nose. I love it when he does that.

"I'm going to get you out of here. I promise." He says firmly. "And when I do, we're going to get as far away from here as possible. Me and you. Together." He smiles at me, pleased with his plan, and I find myself lost for words, so I hug him tightly, letting fresh tears, tears of joy, dampen his shoulder.

We hear someone approaching, so we run. We can't be found next to the body of a guard.

"If people find out what I did, I'll be put in here!" He whispers, tears in his eyes. Oh god! Think Valo! If he gets put in here, we won't be able to escape. Suddenly, a plan comes into my head.

"Find the body of a prisoner, and shoot them in the head. The give them one of your guns. Tell people he knocked you out and went on a shooting spree with your

gun," I whisper. He looks shocked, but nods, and puts a hole in the back of the head of the nearest dead prisoner. There are so many dead littering the grounds, he doesn't even have to move from where he is standing.

"How did you know I killed other other guards?" He asked, looking terrified.

"I didn't. But I don't care." I whisper as he places a gun in the arms of the poor prisoner at his feet. He blinks back a few more tears.

"I was scared. I don't know what happened. I killed Weber, and then the voices came back. I just snapped." He whispered, his voice thick. I nod in understanding and plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Its ok Bam, I'm not going to judge you. Now go and find an officer and tell him your story, I'm going back to my barracks." I whisper. He nods, kisses me quickly, and then I run. I'm almost at my barracks when I spot my father, and I know straight away that something isn't right. He stumbles and, looking so lost and ill, and eventually, loses his struggle to remain upright, and falls to the ground. I run to him, cradle him in my arms.

"Daddy? Oh god are you ok?" I plead. He's crying silently, and has a distant look on his face, but his eyes meet my own. Its almost a full minute before he realizes who I am.

"Ville..I...l-love you...s-so...much....remember...remember t-that...my...p-poika..." He mutters, his words barely understandable. It is then that a notice a large blood stain on his chest, and, when I rip away his shirt, I find a gunshot wound, right above his heart. I break down and start crying.

"Oh daddy please. Don't leave me. I love you! You can;t die!" I sob. He slowly raises his hand and wipes away a tear. He looks to be in extreme pain as h does so.

"I...w-want you...t-to live...please...be....s-strong...for J-Jesse...a-and your...m-mother....please..." He chokes out, a thin line of blood running from his open mouth.

"I will daddy. I promise you I will live. And when I get out of here, I'll support Mommy, and little Jesse too. I love you daddy..." I say, fighting back the tears that long to fall down my face. He nods briefly, and grasps my hand, closes his eyes. For god only knows how long, I watch his chest rise and fall with the pace of his breathing. It gets slower, and slower, until it stops. His head drops to the side, his hand goes limp, and he dies in my arms in agony. Finally, I'm able to let my grief out as I continue to cradle my fathers body. Burying my head in his blood soaked chest, I sob uncontrollably. I'm losing everyone I've ever loved or cared for. Linde, Jonne, Gas and now my father.

"I have to be strong. I have to live." I whisper. I will get out of here alive, and with Bam. And as soon as this war is over, I'm going to rescue my mother and keep to my fathers dying wish.

Bam

I stare at the poor, defenceless people in front of me and break down. Sobbing, I tell them to get the fuck out of here before I change my mind. I've never seen a group of people run so fast. Backing into a corner, I bring my knees to my chest and hug my legs. I let my tears flow freely from my eyes as I sat huddled in the corner, relatively unseen my the rest of the camp. I have to get out of here! And I have to get Ville out too.

"MURDERER...MURDERER....MURDERER..." I hear. But for once, I don't care.

"I know I am," I whisper with no emotion. Looking up I see the familiar sight of 10,000 rotting corpses walking towards me. Every time they appear, their eyes seem bigger, their skin whiter and their bodies thinner. They come closer and closer, but I don't move.

"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER...." They chant.

"I know I am. But I'm a good person. I'm doing this because I have no choice, I need to support my mother. And Ville - I have to help him." I say firmly, with no fear or anger in my voice. I feel blood on my hands, and as I look down, I see blood steadily dripping to the floor. But I don't care, I know its not real.

"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..." The dead chant as they engulf me.

"So what?" I whisper firmly, and they disappear! Smiling, I get to my feet and run to find Ville. I find him soon enough, but there's a guard standing before him, pointing a gun at his head. Without thinking, I grab my gun and shoot him in the back. He stumbles for a minute or too, I can hear his deep breathing, then he falls to the floor, dead. It is then that Ville spots me, and he runs to me and we embrace.

"Oh god Bam, thank you! I was so scared, but you saved my life!" He cries, so I hug him tight. I kiss his damp cheek.

"I couldn't just stand by and let him kill you Willa! I love you!" I whisper. I smile, meaning every word, as Ville rests him forehead upon mine and our eyes meet. Our lips touch in a simple kiss.

"I love you too," He replies. Another kiss. "I hate it here so much...but you've made it better. Bammie, I want to get out of here so bad, but I don't want to leave you," Oh god, I have to get him out of here! I bite my lip and nod, but tears still fall from my eyes. He kisses my eyes, making me laugh. "If I kiss your eyes, it'll make them all better, and you'll stop crying," He pouts, so I kiss his nose.

"I'm going to get you out of here. I promise. And when I do, we're going to get as far away from here as possible. Me and you. Together." I say firmly. He doesn't say anything, just hugs me, his fresh tears leak through my shirt.

Suddenly, we hear someone coming, so I grab his hand and we run.

"If people find out what I did, I'll be put in here!" I whisper, suddenly scared. I've killed guards, I can't get away with that.

"Find the body of a prisoner, and shoot them in the head. The give them one of your guns. Tell people he knocked you out and went on a shooting spree with your gun," Ville whispers. Its a good plan, that might just work, so I put a bullet into the head of a nearby corpse. Suddenly, something occurs to me.

"How did you know I killed other other guards?" I ask.

"I didn't. But I don't care." He says as I place a gun in the arms of the prisoner I'd shot.

"I was scared. I don't know what happened. I killed Weber, and then the voices came back. I just snapped." I whisper, fighting with all mu might to not let my tears fall. He simply nods and kisses my cheek.

"Its ok Bam, I'm not going to judge you. Now go and find an officer and tell him your story, I'm going back to my barracks." He says, I nod, we kiss briefly and he runs off. I wipe away my tears, and try to look strong and determined as I find another guard. When I do, I lead him to the body that holds my gun.

"He knocked me out sir, took my gun and went and killed a load of guards. When I came too, he was running past, so I put a bullet in his head," I say, my vice full of venom. He scowls and spits on the body.

"Bastarding Jew!" He mutters. "Good job Margera, you'll be up for promotion when the guys up top hear about this," He says as he kicks the body. I nod, and he salutes me.

"Heil Hitler," He says. I respond with the same, and help him drag the corpse to the mass of burning bodies behind the furnaces.