Auschwitz - COMPLETE

Bam
The next morning, the first thing I saw as I entered the camp was Josef Mengele. He was with a group of children, and he was hugging them, giving them candy. It made me sick to my stomach knowing what he was doing. He was gaining their trust so they wouldn't struggle later on. I was right. Five minutes late, I watched as he told two young girls, twins, that he was going to sew them together. Neither girl said a word, they simply hugged him.
"Will it hurt Uncle Mengele?" One asked.
"No my dear," He replied with a sinister smile, as he led the pair, no older than 5, inside. It wasn't long before their screams filled the air.

Today, I was assined one of the worst tasks in the camp. The executions that took place between blocks 10 and 11.

"There's been an escape attempt in one of the womens barracks. So we're gonna teach the missing girls inmates some lessons. I want all of 'em executed. Today." An officer told me. He handed me a machine gun. "You'll be shooting 'em, and Weber over there will be hangin' 'em," I glanced over at the blond man. He was very tall, and very thing, but I knew him. He was strong, a fast runner, a good father to 7 children. The model of a perfect Ayran. Well, on the surface. I knew for a fact he went to block 24. Block 24 was a brothel, and many women, anyone deemed good looking, worked there. Some volentered. The brothel was often used as a 'reward' for privileged prisoners. But in reality, the guards that worked and visting there forced Gay men and Lesibins to perform sexual acts on each other. But that wasn't the worst of it. The guards, including Weber, raped the women of Black 24 on a regualr basis. He disgusted me. But I had to hide it.

I nodded at him with a smile as we walked to the gap between blocks 10 and 11, where the women were already waiting. They knew what was coming, I could sense it. Weber immediatly chose 4 women, he ordered each of them to stand on stools before he placed a noose over the necks of the first 3. The fourth, he handed the noose.

One by one, he ripped the stool from beneath the womens feet. The first died instantly, I heard her neck snap. The second dangled, trying despratly to become lose of the rope aound her neck. A rope that was so tight, her next was red, raw, bleeding. The third gasped for air, but made no attempt to live. As for the fourth? Weber stood in front of her with a sinister grin on his face.

"I know you 'elped 'er, your gonna 'ang yourself, understand?" He asked her. She nodded, terrified, and placed the noose around her next.

"Kick it from beneth you," he said. She didn't, so he slapped her, then grasped her face. "Do it!" he roared. She gulped and kicked the stool from beneth herself. For minutes she struggled to breath, and, as she neared death, he began to laugh. To my surprise and horror, as she was moments from death, Weber cut her down. She took in a deep breath as she crumpled to the floor in agony. For a few horrible seconds, no one moved as we watched her struggle. Then I relised why he had saved her. He ripped her clothes from her body, leaving her naked, exposed. Then he unfastened his belt buckle, and allowed his pants, then underwear, to fall to his ankles. He then raped her in front of us.

"Want a turn Margera?" He asked, as he pulled up his pants, while guesturing to the bleeding, crying form of the woman at his feet.

"No thanks mate, she might have something, and I don't want to be getting that do I? Got a woman back in Germany to think of," I said on the spur of the moment. He nodded.

"Your a loyal one Brandon! But why ain't she 'ere with you?" He asked as he pulled his vitim to her feet.

"She's looking after her mother, she'e ill," I stated. He simply nodded, and, to my horror, hosted the poor woman in his arms onto a hook on a wall. He brought her down onto it, and let go, leaving her hanging there, screaming in agony.

"Your turn Mr Margera, pick a few to shoot off," he said with a grin, guestering to the remaining dozen. Without thinking, I aimed, shot, and killed 6 of the women. Weber examined the bodys with glee.

"We you ever a sniper Margera?" He asked. I shook my head. "You bloody well should be, you killed 'em all straight away!"

After the exectution of the remaining prisoners, Weber and I went to find Metzger, the officer who gave us orders.

"Theres been a problem in one of the bunkers, someone 'ide food behind a bunk. We 'ave narrowed the culprate down t' three, and will be given each of 'em 25 lashings in front of the other prisoners to set an example," He said as we arrived. I nodded to him in response and grasped the whip he gave me, before I followed him to...THE GREEN EYED MANS BARRACKS! And there he was, with two other men, kneeling, waiting, in front of the others, ready to be punished. I gulped and stood behind the man to his left. Weber stood behind him.

"Right, i'll go first, 25 lashes for this 'ere prisoner, then you go Margera. Weber, you'll be last.," we both nodded as Metzger brought his whip down on the exposed back of the prisoner in front of him.

"...24...25!" he said proudly as he finished. The man beneth him collapsed onto the floor in agony. Blood poured from his open wounds, bits of flesh surrounded his trembling form, and I noticed that his shoulder blades - the atual bones - had become exposed. He lay in a crumpled, sobbing heap as I began. The sound of leather connecing with open skin sounded out in the air as I brought my first stike down. Blood instantly ran down the mans back, he flinched but made no sound. As I progresed, the sound was replaced by the sound of leather hitting something wet, sticky, as his flesh was exposed. By no.25, my whip, and I, were drenched in blood, and like the man before him, my vitims shoulder blades became exposed.

Weber smiled as he brought the whip down on the green eyed mans back. It was then that I caught his eye again. They were so full of fear and pain, I had to force myself to look away. However, as Weber cried,

"No.5"

A from the crowd of prisoners cried out, "STOP! It was me, I hid the food, please stop!" Weber looked madened as Metzger ordered him to stop.

"Its okay Weber, you can punish our real offeder. Do with him as you wish..." Metzger ordered. Weber grabbed the man and dragged him to between blocks 10 and 11.

The green eyes man stood and put his jacket back on, before he stumpled, fell to the floor, and stood again. He was in agony. The other men had now died of their wounds, it sickened me to think about what I did, so I concertrated on the grren eyed man. After 5 minutes, I could stand to watch his struggling no longer, and I snuck off to the hospital for the guards located on site. While there, I stole bandages and tape, as well as a sponge as a few pieces of fruit. With the items well hidden in my pockets, I returned to the Barracks the green eyed man occupated. He was still there, h had been left by the other guards to suffer. I marched over to him and grasped his arm lightly.

"Pretend i'm hurting you," I muttered in English. He did as he was told, and I dragged him off, while he protested and tried to break free. Within 5 minutes, i'd reached one of the guards private bathrooms. No one was inside thankfully, so I dragged him inside. Once there, I sat him on the toliet, and began to run the tap.

"Take your shirt off..." I said. He looked shocked and scared.

"Why...?" He whispered feebly. I smiled.

"I'm going to clean you up," I replied as I took the sponge from my pocket. He returned the smile, and removed his bloody, baggy shirt. His wounds weren'y too deep, just bleeding heavily. I cleaned the blood up the best I could with the sponge in my hand. He winced every now and then.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked. He nodded. "Sorry,"

"Its ok..." he said. As i finished cleaning the excess blood, I began to wrap the badage over his wounds. The length I had just about covered them. I taped the end in place, and returned his shirt.

"Why are you doing this...Is this a joke?" He asked me. I shook my head.

"I like you..." I said, blushing slightly. He smiled.

"I like you too..." He said, blushing in return. I handed him the apple, sandwich and small piece of chocolate I had in my pockets. "Thank you!" He said, smiling broodly.

"Eat it up quick, I need to get you back before someone suspects something," I muttered. He nodded and ate quickly. When he was done, I hid the apple core, and the blood sponge in my pockets, so I could dipose of them later.

"Thank you..." he said again. His smile was enough of a thanks for me. It lit up his face, making him look more beautiful than ever.

"Like I said...I like you..." I said, and before he could respond, I placed my lips on his. I grinned as I felt him kiss back, and let passion take us over as our tounges danced. One hand rested on his cheek, the other on his hip. His hands were wrapped round my waist. After what seemed like hours of pure bliss, I pulled away. We smiled at each other.

"If anyone ask's, say that someone within the camp spiked the water in the guards bathrooms, and I forced you to drink it to test it. Say you threw up, ok?" He nodded in understanding. "In a week, i'll come and take off your bandages. Now, i'm going to push you out the door and pretend to hit you. Go along with it ok?" Another nod.

"Okay..." He said. He seemed to be searching for a name.

"I'm Bam" I said.

"Ville," He replied. His name was as beautiful as he was.

Seconds later, I pushed him out the door and hurled abuse at him. But there was no point. All the guards were at dinner, no one was around. Like before, I pretended to drag him back to the barracks. A guard questioned what I did with him as I pushed him towards his barracks.

"I heard a rumour that a prisoner spiked our water. I made him drink it," I said with venom in my voice.

"And..?"

"He threw up straight away...I've got people dealing with the problem." The guard simply nodded.

"Bastards!" he muttered.

Ville.

This day was going to be my worst yet. I could sense it as awoke.
Role-call began, and quite quickly, It was spotted that someone within our barrack was missing. A guard with cold brown eyes and short brown hair marched among

us, recounting us again and again. Still we came up one short. He marched back into the barracks and found the missing man still asleep. The poor man, he was new,

didn't understand that we had role-call. He stared up at the guard in shock as he was dragged in front of us. Without warning, the guard brought his foot down hard.

The man cried out in pain as the motion was repeated again and again. A small pool of blood appeared around him as his screams grew louder. Within minutes, he'd

passed out, yet the guards continued his assault. Surely enough was enough! But no. The guard beat him to death in front of us. To make it even worse, as we were led

away for work, we were forced to walk in front of his corpse.

I was lead, with a Dozen others, to a trunk, loaded with bags of cement.
"We are building more Barracks. Transport these bags to the other side of the camp. You will take one bag at a time, on your back, and you will run. Understand?"

Asked an officer with a rifle. We all nodded. I grabbed the first bag and held it on my back. It was heavy...so heavy, that I groaned under its weight. The officer

kicked my in the rear when I started to walk, so I ran. It was agony! To make matters worse, the bags were transported to the other side of the camp! God only

knows how far that was. Hours seemed to pass as I ran with the bag on my back. After only the first bag, my body ached so much, that I felt like my body would

crumple like a deteriorating building. But it didn't. Instead, i returned for the next bag, then the next, never stopping. Within an hour, the truck was empty, and I was

allowed to collapse, exhausted, as the guard added something up on his note pad.

"Prisoner No. 2344790?" He asked. I stood up immediately. "You took a third of those bags yourself, you did not stop. Well done. In reward you will spend the

afternoon doing light work. I will take you to the factory soon. You will be making badges of characters from stories, that are to be sold in aid of Winterhilfswerk. The

profits will do to DESERVING poor Germans." He said. I simply nodded.

Light work indeed! Making the badges was so fiddly, it took me an age to make one! To make matters worse I kept stabbing myself. My back continued to ache as I

bent over my work bench. I was still in agony but i was determined not to let that show. I seemed to sit there for hours making the badges, the pile before me grew,

and the work became easier. I got myself lost in my own little world, where I made badges. I forgot the pain I was in, I forgot the horrors of the camp. I was me.

I was still in my own little world, when the guard from this morning - the sick man how had beaten a man to his death in front of us - entered. He found me immediately, grabbed my arm, and dragged me outside.

"YOU JEWISH CUNT! DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU WERE GOING TO GET AWAY WITH IT? I'M NOT STUPID, THERE WAS SOUP HIDDEN BEHIND YOUR BUNK, DID YOU REALLY THINK I WOULD MISS THAT?" He screamed. He was marching so fast, that I stumbled and fell. He simply kicked me in the stomach and continued to pull me along. My heels dragged along the floor and I lost my shoe's, causing them to bleed. I was confessed, soup? What soup? I'd love some soup! But I hadn't seen any in...well a long time! I decided it was best not to protest, and so the only sound I made as I was dragged back to the barracks was the soft whimpering that I couldn't help but let escape.

Soon, I was kneeling, along with two others, in front of everyone within my barracks. It seemed the guards didn't know the real culprit, and so they picked a chosen few. How nice of them. Suddenly, 3 new guards with whips - including the blue eyed man - appeared behind each of us with whips. The blue eyed man stood behind the man of my left, one of the strictest guards in he camp stood behind me. It made me fearful....so fearful, I had no idea what was to come...

"Right, I'll go first, 25 lashes for this 'ere prisoner, then you go Margera. Weber, you'll be last... said the guard who stood before the first prisoner. I gulped. 25 lashings was a death sentence with Weber. At least I knew something about the blue eyed man...Margera. What an odd name, yet it suited him so well... I stared at him as the first person received his punishment. He screamed in agony as the leath whip came down again and again on his back. Blood was everywhere in minutes. His flesh had been torn from his bones and was littering the gravel beneath him. By No.25, I could see his bones. He was near death... Then the blue eyed guard started. As he did, I noticed the smallest change in his facial expression. He looked disgusted at what he had to do, yet, he still did it. With as much force as the guard before him, he whipped the prisoner at his feet this his bones were seen, and blood covered the whip, and himself. Suddenly, I was scared of him. He was capable of this?

Then came my turn. I glanced into the blue eyed mans eyes as the whip was brought down on my back. I felt my skin crack, I felt blood run down my back. I was in agony, but there was something about staring into the blue eyed guards eyes that made me stay silent. However, he looked away... By the 5th lashing, I was ready to just give up and ask Weber to kill me, yet, some where in the sea of people behind me, someone cried,

"STOP! It was me, I hid the food, please stop!" It was Mikko! Weber stopped, and I was thankful, yet Mikko had pretty much condemned himself to death for trying to save me. I Heard the first guard tell Weber he could do whatever he wanted with Mikko and my stomach turned. I was never going to see him again...I pu my jacket back on, and felt my blood soak in immediately. I tried to stand, but I fell straight away. I felt a pair of eyes on me, I knew It was the blue eyed man, but I didn;t look at him. He ran of les than a minute later.

By the tim he returned, I has managed to find my shoes. He looked at me, and lightly grasped my arm. I shrieked in shock and fear.


"Pretend I'm hurting you," He muttered in English. And so I did. I fought and protested, and pretended he was dragging me away, but I simly walked behind him. Eventually, we reached a bathroom that was reserved for the guards, He shoved me inside and sat me down. Before I could question his actions, he'd started to run the tap, and was holing a sponge under it.

"Take your shirt off..." he said. Oh god...what was he going to do to me...?

"Why..?" I whimpered.

"I'm going to clean you up," He said. And he did. He began to mop up he blood on my back. It hurt, the rough sponge ran over my very open wounds.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked. I nodded. "Sorry,"

"Its ok..." I said. As he finished cleaning the blood, he wrapped a bandage over the wounds. The length just about covered them. He taped the end in

place, and returned my shirt. I put it on, confussed.

"Why are you doing this...Is this a joke?" I asked. He looked at me, shocked, but shook his head.

"I like you..." He said, blushing slightly. I smiled.

"I like you too..." I said, blushing in return. He handed me some food! An apple, a sandwich, CHOCOLATE! "Thank you" I said, smiling.

"Eat it up quick, I need to get you back before someone suspects something," He muttered. I nodded, understanding, and ate fast. As I finished, he hid the sponge and apple core in his pockets.

"Thank you..." I said yet again. I smiled at him.

"Like I said...I like you..." He said. The next thing I know, he's kissing me. His lips were so soft and delicate, I was in heaven. He placed one hand on my cheek, one on my hip, and he made the kiss more passionate. I kissed back with a much as I could give, wrapping my arms round his waist. After an age, he pulled away, and we stared at each other, smiling.

"If anyone ask's, say that someone within the camp spiked the water in the guards bathrooms, and I forced you to drink it to test it. Say you threw up, ok?" He

said. I nodded in understanding. "In a week, I'll come and take off your bandages. Now, I'm going to push you out the door and pretend to hit you. Go along with it ok?"

Another nod.

"Okay..." He said. I tried to think of his name, but I couldn't for the life of me remember.

"I'm Bam" He said.

"Ville," I replied.

That night, I slept with a smile on my face. He had kissed me! The blue eyed guard, Bam! Suddenly, Auschwitz wasn't as bad...