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16
Bam
There's a new guard starting work today, and he's starting work with me. This isn't good, it will limit my time with Ville even more. Still, it will be nice to have some company during the day. Waiting for me within the grounds of the camp was a man with blond/ginger hair...
"Dunn?" I ask the man before me. He looks up and grins.
"Bam! How the hell are you man?" He asks, shaking my hand and pulling me into a hug.
"I'm good, Apes getting better. But why are you here, your so anti-Nazi its unbelievable," I reply. He looks down, bites his lip and lets a single tear roll down his face.
I'm concerned. I have never, and I mean NEVER, cries. I reach out and wipe away his tear. "Ry? Come on...what is it?"
"They were after me Bam, wanted to put me in here. So I told them that it was a Jew spreading rumours, and to prove it, I signed up to work here." He tells me, another tear rolls down his face. "I couldn't do that to my mother and wife, it would kill them to know I was in here," He continues. He was right, hi brother had recently been shot down while working in the air force, and Ryan was all his mother had left. And his wife, lovely Anna, was pregnant with his child.
"Oh Ry, I'm so sorry man," I say, giving him a sympathetic hug. He nods in understanding. Maybe...maybe I should tell him about Ville...It wold mean I could spend more time with him. Dunn would understand...right? "Ryan?" I ask. He looks me straight in the eyes.
"Yeah Bam?" He asks, but its the way he says it. Its like he knows I'm about to tell him something important. Its...scary how he does that. No matter how out of the blue my confessions to him are, he always seem to know when I'm going to revel something to him.
"I'm...in love..." I blurt out, being careful to keep my voice low. Ryan nods.
"I could have guessed!" he said with a grin, making me laugh. He knows me too well. "Man or woman?" He asks. WHAT! Wait, back up there, Dunn does not know I'm gay.
"What?" I cry. He simply chuckles.
"Oh please Margera, you flirted with me for years, you can't hide things from me," He says, smiling slightly. I smile too, nodded along with his answer.
"Man...a prisoner..." I say, and explain. His mouth slowly opens, as I tell him of meeting Ville, helping Ville and most of all, loving Ville. I wait for a response. He doesn't give one straight away, and his response hits me hard. Literally. He Punch's me square in the jaw.
"Are you fucking stupid? Dude, he's just fucking using you man, so he doesn't get killed! Your gonna get caught you know. And then what huh? That will tear April apart! You stupid fuck! Man, I want NOTHING to do with this, you hear me, NOTHING!" He cries, pushing me to the ground with force. I let a few tears fall.
"Dunn...please...don't tell anyone...you won't...will you...Ry? Please!" I beg. I must look so pathetic, lying on the ground, pleading with my best friend to spare me the inevitable fate of death. He takes a deep breath in, seriously considering what I just said.
"I won't. But trust me. He. IS. Using. You. Got me?" He says. Hes right in my face, so I nod, afraid of him. He walks off and I start to sob. I get up and run from the camp, tears and sounds of pain flowing freely. Ryans right. Ville is using me! Why else would he allow me to kiss him, to touch him, to love him! Because he wants to live! And April was lying, she doesn't want me to be with him. I stumble as I reach a small clearing in the woods surrounding some of the camp. Taking my pistol from my belt, I put it in m mouth and pull the trigger....
Ville
The gas chambers are over-flowing and so the guards have gotten quicker, stronger men to unload them. I have to work with the new prisoners, cutting their hair. A guard used to do this, but they need more men to deal with the ever-coming arrivals. I hate this job as much as unloading the gas chambers. While the presence of death is gone, I have to deal with heartbroken men and women, who have lost all they love and cherish, everything they ever knew. Just like me. I work quickly, a few snips and and quick shave and I get through 10 prisoners in half an hour. One girl will stick out in my memory for the rest of my life. As she sat in the chair, her face was expressionless. She appeared to be with her sister and mother, who had come to me before he. It wasn't until she saw her beautiful dark curls fall from her head that the tears fell. Looking around, I made sure no one was looking.
"Don't cry Love, It's not that bad..." I say, trying to comfort her. She sobs harder, buries her face in her hands.
"It is," She cries. "My father's been sent to the gas chambers...I know it! I can't believe it, we hid for so long, and we never got caught, and now its all over...I loved him so much...so much..." She chokes out. I give her a small hug, but go back to cutting her hair as more prisoners enter the room.
"My father died in my arm's about 3 weeks ago. A guard shot him," I sigh, letting a tear fall.
"Your a prisoner?" She asks, as the buzz of the shaver starts. I bite my lip - had she really though that I was a guard?
"Yes, my names Ville. Ville Valo," I say. She smiles at me.
"I'm Anne. Anne Frank," she replies as she leaves the room.
Later that day, a fellow Sonderkommando drags me into his room. All the other Sonderkommandos are in there. What the hell was going on?
"We're planning an escape," says one.
"We're going to gather weapons from our jobs - hammers, knifes, whatever we can use. And when we think we're ready, we're going to ambush the guards," another says.
"So if you think something will make a good weapon. Steal it. They won't notice, they don't check.," The first man says again, his brown eyes shine with determination.
"What do we do with said 'weapons'?" I ask. There's a mummer of similar questions.
"Bring them to one of us," The second man says, gesturing to himself and 3 others. "We have a place where we can hide them. We'll show you all individually at some point, so you know when the time comes, but going at once is suspicious,"
"So, does anyone think they can get hold of weapons?" A third man asks. Many nod, including myself.
"I can get hammers," one replies.
"I can get glass - we can break it," Another says.
"I can get scissors" I say.
"Just remember, bring them to US!" The second man says again. We all nod and mummer in agreement, before we disband. I have to find Bam! This could be our chance of escape! While the other Sonderkommando ambush the other guards, we can sneak out unnoticed...
There's a new guard starting work today, and he's starting work with me. This isn't good, it will limit my time with Ville even more. Still, it will be nice to have some company during the day. Waiting for me within the grounds of the camp was a man with blond/ginger hair...
"Dunn?" I ask the man before me. He looks up and grins.
"Bam! How the hell are you man?" He asks, shaking my hand and pulling me into a hug.
"I'm good, Apes getting better. But why are you here, your so anti-Nazi its unbelievable," I reply. He looks down, bites his lip and lets a single tear roll down his face.
I'm concerned. I have never, and I mean NEVER, cries. I reach out and wipe away his tear. "Ry? Come on...what is it?"
"They were after me Bam, wanted to put me in here. So I told them that it was a Jew spreading rumours, and to prove it, I signed up to work here." He tells me, another tear rolls down his face. "I couldn't do that to my mother and wife, it would kill them to know I was in here," He continues. He was right, hi brother had recently been shot down while working in the air force, and Ryan was all his mother had left. And his wife, lovely Anna, was pregnant with his child.
"Oh Ry, I'm so sorry man," I say, giving him a sympathetic hug. He nods in understanding. Maybe...maybe I should tell him about Ville...It wold mean I could spend more time with him. Dunn would understand...right? "Ryan?" I ask. He looks me straight in the eyes.
"Yeah Bam?" He asks, but its the way he says it. Its like he knows I'm about to tell him something important. Its...scary how he does that. No matter how out of the blue my confessions to him are, he always seem to know when I'm going to revel something to him.
"I'm...in love..." I blurt out, being careful to keep my voice low. Ryan nods.
"I could have guessed!" he said with a grin, making me laugh. He knows me too well. "Man or woman?" He asks. WHAT! Wait, back up there, Dunn does not know I'm gay.
"What?" I cry. He simply chuckles.
"Oh please Margera, you flirted with me for years, you can't hide things from me," He says, smiling slightly. I smile too, nodded along with his answer.
"Man...a prisoner..." I say, and explain. His mouth slowly opens, as I tell him of meeting Ville, helping Ville and most of all, loving Ville. I wait for a response. He doesn't give one straight away, and his response hits me hard. Literally. He Punch's me square in the jaw.
"Are you fucking stupid? Dude, he's just fucking using you man, so he doesn't get killed! Your gonna get caught you know. And then what huh? That will tear April apart! You stupid fuck! Man, I want NOTHING to do with this, you hear me, NOTHING!" He cries, pushing me to the ground with force. I let a few tears fall.
"Dunn...please...don't tell anyone...you won't...will you...Ry? Please!" I beg. I must look so pathetic, lying on the ground, pleading with my best friend to spare me the inevitable fate of death. He takes a deep breath in, seriously considering what I just said.
"I won't. But trust me. He. IS. Using. You. Got me?" He says. Hes right in my face, so I nod, afraid of him. He walks off and I start to sob. I get up and run from the camp, tears and sounds of pain flowing freely. Ryans right. Ville is using me! Why else would he allow me to kiss him, to touch him, to love him! Because he wants to live! And April was lying, she doesn't want me to be with him. I stumble as I reach a small clearing in the woods surrounding some of the camp. Taking my pistol from my belt, I put it in m mouth and pull the trigger....
Ville
The gas chambers are over-flowing and so the guards have gotten quicker, stronger men to unload them. I have to work with the new prisoners, cutting their hair. A guard used to do this, but they need more men to deal with the ever-coming arrivals. I hate this job as much as unloading the gas chambers. While the presence of death is gone, I have to deal with heartbroken men and women, who have lost all they love and cherish, everything they ever knew. Just like me. I work quickly, a few snips and and quick shave and I get through 10 prisoners in half an hour. One girl will stick out in my memory for the rest of my life. As she sat in the chair, her face was expressionless. She appeared to be with her sister and mother, who had come to me before he. It wasn't until she saw her beautiful dark curls fall from her head that the tears fell. Looking around, I made sure no one was looking.
"Don't cry Love, It's not that bad..." I say, trying to comfort her. She sobs harder, buries her face in her hands.
"It is," She cries. "My father's been sent to the gas chambers...I know it! I can't believe it, we hid for so long, and we never got caught, and now its all over...I loved him so much...so much..." She chokes out. I give her a small hug, but go back to cutting her hair as more prisoners enter the room.
"My father died in my arm's about 3 weeks ago. A guard shot him," I sigh, letting a tear fall.
"Your a prisoner?" She asks, as the buzz of the shaver starts. I bite my lip - had she really though that I was a guard?
"Yes, my names Ville. Ville Valo," I say. She smiles at me.
"I'm Anne. Anne Frank," she replies as she leaves the room.
Later that day, a fellow Sonderkommando drags me into his room. All the other Sonderkommandos are in there. What the hell was going on?
"We're planning an escape," says one.
"We're going to gather weapons from our jobs - hammers, knifes, whatever we can use. And when we think we're ready, we're going to ambush the guards," another says.
"So if you think something will make a good weapon. Steal it. They won't notice, they don't check.," The first man says again, his brown eyes shine with determination.
"What do we do with said 'weapons'?" I ask. There's a mummer of similar questions.
"Bring them to one of us," The second man says, gesturing to himself and 3 others. "We have a place where we can hide them. We'll show you all individually at some point, so you know when the time comes, but going at once is suspicious,"
"So, does anyone think they can get hold of weapons?" A third man asks. Many nod, including myself.
"I can get hammers," one replies.
"I can get glass - we can break it," Another says.
"I can get scissors" I say.
"Just remember, bring them to US!" The second man says again. We all nod and mummer in agreement, before we disband. I have to find Bam! This could be our chance of escape! While the other Sonderkommando ambush the other guards, we can sneak out unnoticed...