Auschwitz - COMPLETE

Ville.

Guards surrounded him, trying to revive him. Prisoners looked on in shock, yet no in horror. They had become so detached to the death and violence of the camp, that it had no effect on them. All I wanted to do, was run up to Bam and hug him. But I couldn't. It would look so suspicious. Instead, I looked on in fear, as Bam awoke, dazed, confused, but otherwise unhurt.

"Sorry...I...and...well...my moms dying, I've only just found out!" He rambles. Lier, the voices are getting to him again. The guards look sympathetic.

"You should have said something, Your making yourself ill with worry," One said. Bam nodded.

"I think I should stay here...and not join the snipers. I need to keep in contact with my mother, I'm all she has!" He sobs. His tongue will be black if he's not careful!

"Ok...I'll get on the radio to them...you just make sure you rest! Take the next week off," The officer continues. The crowd thins out by this point, the prisoners are losing interest. Bam glances at me and winks as he is lead away, supported by two guards. I smile. What an idiot! He's thrown so much away...for me....

I don't see Bam for the rest of the day.

The next morning, I found myself standing next to my father. We mutter in English as roll-call begins,

"How are you son?" He asks, chancing a brief hug. No one sees. I smile and give a slight nod,

"I'm holding up, you?" His face falls, he looks so unhappy. It is then that I realize how thin he looks, how ill he's become.

"I miss your mother, life is so...empty, pointless, without her," He whispers, a look of longing on his face. I give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I miss her too. Daddy, do you think she's still alive?" I ask. My voice shakes with fear. There's no response, yet a tear drips down his face. "Dad...you would tell me if you thought she was...dead....if you felt something, right?" I plead. He stays silent for a few seconds, before he says,

"Of course Poika, of course," Yet there is something in his voice that I don't trust - it scares me. I've never not been able to trust .

"Hopefully we can get out of here soon, and we can see her again," I whisper. He simply nods, but refuses to say any more. If only there was something I could do!

My parents haven't been apart a day since they married....until now... Maybe Bam could help..?

Today, I, as well as my father, have one of the grimmest tasks within the camp. Cleaning the gas chambers of human waste and remains. The combined smell of cyanide, decay, blood, and fecal matter is so over-whelming, I'm violently sick the second I enter the room. I have to clean that too. I sigh as a guard passes me a broom, a bucket of water and a sponge. Why bother cleaning these rooms out? You only kill people in them! My stomach is constantly ready to heave again as I begin the disgusting task. My father works near me, but he says nothing. Our work is more time consuming than I thought. Its almost unreal at how much waste has been left behind by the dead. In a way, it says a lot. The people in here, must have been so scared, that they lost control of their bladders...and worse. After hours of silence on my fathers point, I decide its time to talk to him,

"Daddy...about mom..." I whisper when he comes my way. He doesn't look up, yet he scrubs harder. He must have heard me. "Daddy please...talk to me..." Nothing,

just scrub, scrub, scrub, all in the same spot. There will be a hole in the ground if he's not careful. "Daddy...what if I told you that maybe...there's a chance that you could see her..." Suddenly, he pays attention,

"Are you stupid son! How the hell is that possible in this hell hole?" He asks angrily. I gulp.

"There's a guard...he helps me...he can help you..." I whisper.

"You really are stupid! Getting involved with a guard! Where is your brain! He could be tricking you..." I start to sob at my fathers harsh words. "I want nothing,
repeat, NOTHING, to do with this man, he is probably nothing but trouble! And I want nothing to do with you!" He cries. He walks of, leaving me to sob in a pitiful heap in a corner, surrounded by, and covered in human waste. I'm whipped twice for my trouble, blood seeps from the fresh, aching wounds as I work.

That night, Bam finds me, takes me to a guards bathroom. I'm shocked, I didn't expect to see him for a week.

"I missed you." He says, as I question his presence. "What happened?" He asks, as he spots my tear stained face, my fresh wounds.

"I was whipped, and my father and I had a fight. He knows something about my mother and he's not letting on. And then yesterday...yesterday...some guards made me have sex with a woman in block 24...while they jerked off watching..." I sobbed. Bam's eyes widen in sympathy as he pulls me into his arms.

"Oh god Willa...I'm sorry, I really am. Are you in pain?" He asks. I shake my head. "Just inside. I feel so insulted. What is it that my father isn't telling me," I whisper into Bams chest. He kisses the top of my head.

"I don't know Willa...I wish I did, you'd feel better," He said with a smile. I chuckle.

"You always make me feel better," I say. His smile widens as he kisses me. Our bodies melt into each other as we kiss, our tongues dance and our hands roam. I pull away with a smile, and rest my forehead against Bams. "See, all better!" I say. He laughs and kisses me nose.

"Your too cute for your own good sometimes," He says. He gives me some food, as I settle myself in his arms. We stay silent as I eat, we simply sit there, me in Bams lap, Bam with his arms tight around me.

"Why didn't you take the job?" I ask suddenly, breaking the silence between us. He gives me a confused look. "You lied, your mothers not dying is she?"

"No, she's not, I was hearing voices again, I could see the dead! That's why I collapsed," He admits.

"Then why stay?" I ask, forcing him to look into my eyes.

"Because I think I'm falling for you..." He whispers, blushing, a smile playing on his lips.

Bam
I awake, surrounded by guards and prisoners. The second my eyes open, they question me,

"Why did you pass out?"

"Are you ill?"

What do I say? They can't know the truth, I'd be told I'm insane for sure! Then I'd become a prisoner. Think Bam...THINK...Ville, no. Weber, no. Ape...YES!

"Sorry...I...and...well...my moms dying, I've only just found out!" I say quickly, working up fake tears to make my story more believable. It works.

"You should have said something, Your making yourself ill with worry," Sandler, the officer from my first day says. His eyes are wide with sympathy.

"I think I should stay here...and not join the snipers. I need to keep in contact with my mother, I'm all she has!" I cry before I can stop myself. I spot Ville as I do, and

I know I've made the right choice. I can't leave him!

"Ok...I'll get on the radio to them...you just make sure you rest! Take the next week off," Sandler replies. He looks disappointed, but understanding. I wink at Ville as

I'm helped to my feet and taken home.

I sleep soundly that night, the voices that have been haunting me for days seem to have gone. Thank god! I sleep in the next morning, my body longs for the rest, and I arise at around midday. I decide to spend the day relaxing, then I'll sneak into the camp and give Ville food in the evening. I find my post on the door mat as stumble down the stairs. There, I find a letter from my mother.

Dear Brandon,
I know Jess was sent to Auschwitz, he was able to tell me before he was taken away. And I know he wanted to die. His grief and guilt towards Ava and Kate's capture was so over-whelming, anyone could see that he couldn't live with himself. Brandon, I know what you did. I know you sent Jess to the gas chambers. How could you! I know he wanted to die, but he is your brother, my son! You sent him to his death and you watched him die! I'm sure you heard his screams of pain, I'm sure you saw his body. Why Brandon WHY? Why could you have not sent him to work. I have lost my eldest son, and in fact, my youngest. I can never forgive you for killing Jess Brandon. Goodbye...
April.

"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..."

I drop the letter like it's red hot. Oh god...my mother's disowned me! Jess walked to his own death, I was going to save him!

"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..."

I begin to sob. I have nothing, no one. Suddenly, I feel eyes on me, and, as I look up, I am again meet with the sight of 100 rotting corpses. They all look like Jess.

"MURDERER...MURDERER...MUDERER..."

"YOU WALKED TO YOUR OWN DEATH JESS! I WANTED TO SAVE YOU, I REALLY DID!" I scream. They continue to creep towards me.

"MURDERER...MURDERR...MURDERER..."

"Please leave me alone...I swear I never wanted to kill anyone...just go away..." I sob, hugging my knees. Slowly, as I repeat my words again and again, they engulf me...

I scream as they do, before I jump up and run. I lock myself in the bathroom with a sigh of relief. Suddenly, my hands feel damp. I look down to find them dripping in blood.

"MURDERER...THE BLOOD OF THOUSANDS OF INNOCENT JEWS IS ON YOUR HANDS!"

Looking around, it seems everything I have just touched is dripping in the crimson liquid. The smell of blood is strong. I bring my hands to my face and touch my cheeks, instantly feeling the still-warm fluid run down my face, it drips onto the floor, staining it red.

I run to the sink and turn on the tabs, before I begin to scrub my hands as hard as I can. The water runs crimson instantly. I scrub harder, yet the blood continues to flow.

"Must get rid of it...must get rid of it...must get rid of it..." I whisper as I scrub, harder and harder with every movement. An hour later, the water suddenly runs clear, and my hands are raw...

I find Ville hours later, as the sun sets and the sky becomes blood red. A constant reminder of my mental state.

"Why are you here Bammie? Your meant to be resting," He says as soon as we are hidden.

"I missed you." I admit. A smile appears on his face. Then I notices his tear stained eyes, and more cuts on his back. What the hell happened!

"I was whipped, and my father and I had a fight. He knows something about my mother and he's not letting on. And then yesterday...yesterday...some guards made

me have sex with a woman in block 24...while they jerked off watching..." He cried, sobbing hard. Holy hell! How sick are some of the people who work here! It's disgusting. I pull him into my arms.

"Oh god Willa...I'm sorry, I really am. Are you in pain?" I ask, frantic with worry.

"Just inside. I feel so insulted. What is it that my father isn't telling me," He whispers. I kiss the top of his head to comfort him.

"I don't know Willa...I wish I did, you'd feel better," I confess with a smile. I hear him chuckle and I smile Its so good to hear him laugh.

"You always make me feel better," He says, and, before I can respond, he pulls me into a kiss. I'm blown away by its passion, and I can't help but forget all my woes.

"See, all better!" He says. I laugh, kiss his nose.

"Your too cute for your own good sometimes," I say, passing him food. He accepts with a smile, I know how much it means to him. He rests in my arms and eats silently until...

"Why didn't you take the job? You lied, your mothers not dying is she?" He asks. My mother! Oh god...

"No, she's not, I was hearing voices again, I could see the dead! That's why I collapsed," I cry. I can't tell him about my mother, he has enough to deal with as it is!

"Then why stay?" He asks, forcing our eyes to meet.

"Because I think I'm falling for you..." I whisper, before I can stop myself.

This is a poem I wrote about this fic. Its in Villes p.o.v.
Love despite death...

The overpowering stench of death and decorum hangs in the air,
I stare into his blue eyes,
Rotting corpses litter the camp, in every nook, in every cranny,
He smiles at me,
Smoke rises from an ever present mass grave where bodies burn and lives end,
I feel my heart flutter,
Piercing screams fill the air as 1000 people die in seconds,
He pulls me into his arms,
The dying wander aimlessly, their eyes wide, the features skeletal,
He kiss me softly,
Gunshot, fear. The guards massacre the living,
The kiss becomes more,
A neck snaps, I whip cracks, the sound of death is constant,
He holds me tight, whispers in my ear,
Block 24, rape, incest, sin, innocent young girls become women before their time,
He tells me he loves me,
Men, women, children, no escape, no chance,
And I melt into his arms....