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The tunnel caved in, the tunnelers had to flee. Thomas Shelby rushed through the battlefield , his helmet barely fitting on his head. The sleeves of his jacket covering his bloody, arthritis filled hands. He was barely Dodging the bullets that were being flung at him and his gun only had one round left in it. He had to turn back soon for more, Soldiers were trampling all around him, he had to get through to the tunnels, it shouldn't be that hard right? Well yes. As he was about to turn back around for another round, A shadow of raining ash and a loud bang stopped him in his tracks, he couldn't find his feet and crashed into the mud. It was so quiet on the western front, the ringing of the bomb still rung in his ears, making them bleed internally. He couldn't feel his legs as the rubble began to cover them. This was to the point he couldn't see his legs and the ringing in his head continued to irritate his ears. As some of his fellow soldiers started to run back to the Trenches to take cover, some rushed to the Germans to fight. Without there fucking guns which had been dropped due to the bomb impact. Thomas held his breath as the ash began to fill up his lungs causing him to cough and leaving him barely being able to breathe.
Then unexpectedly someone grabbed his arms, pulling him up off the mud. Thomas was stunned for a few moments, his eyes trying to focus on something within the thick, black smoke, but he almost fell back to the mud.
"KEEP UP THOMAS!!" Said his mate, Arnold, who pulled him up again, holding Thomas through his arms and began to drag the semi-conscious boy back to the trenches. As Thomas felt his eyes closing, something in the distance caught his eye. The small figure of a boy came into the clearing, whatever he was wearing was too big for him, the folds of the jacket overlapped on his body. The dirt was covering his entire face, to the point the only thing on his body that was visible was his crystal brown eyes. Thomas turned his head feeling the sludge dripping down from his ear causing his mouth to clench feeling the pain shoot down his jaw. Arnold gasped as he felt Thomas release himself from his arms, despite the agonising pain that now started to shoot down his body, Thomas rushed through the battlefield. He uncovered his side and ripped a piece of his shirt off, quickly grabbing a piece of fallen off barbed wire to tie it up into a small white flag, though it wasn't that white anymore. It was covered all over in blood and mud from the field that hadn't seen green grass in a while.
"THOMAS!! THOMAS!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!! DON'T SURRENDER, DON'T SURRENDER!!" Arnold called after him, but he just kept running. "THOMAS THE CORPORAL WILL REFUSE YOU BACK!!"
"English man. English man." Called a German voice, speaking quite fluently in english. Thomas felt all the eyes on him as he neared the young boy, who was disheartened and frightened, his eyes frantically darting around to find a sense of comfort, then his eyes locked onto Thomas.
"Young boy..." Thomas started, stumbling and struggling to grip onto the hill due to the large amounts of muddy ash. "What are you doing here? How old are you? What language do you speak...." He slowly began to reach his hand out to the young boy. "Êtes-vous un garçon français?. (Are you a french boy?)" The boy resisted for a while, not a word came from his mouth, it had almost seemed that the whole battlefield had stopped to watch, not even the Germans made a sound. But Thomas was too busy to notice. His whole mind was too founded on the frightened young boy infront of him.
"Qui es-tu..? (Who are you..?)" The boy finally spoke. His voice was so gentle yet the tremble behind his voice showed his true fear, he gripped the ends of his bagging shirt as he slowly began to step away from the soldier, knowing all eyes were on him.
"Je suis Thomas Shelby....soldat britannique. (I'm Thomas Shelby... British soldier)" Thomas said, not wanting to scare the boy. The boy nodded, his eyes falling onto The soldier's medal on his side, The royal britannica, 1914. The boy looked calm for a moment then the fear returned in the boy's eyes. Thomas heard something in the distance that finally managed to catch his attention.
"Jetzt angreifen!'' Sie werden nicht lange abgelenkt bleiben!(attack now! they won't stay distracted for long!)" shouted a German, he was standing atop the bank, with all the rifles pointed at Thomas and the boy. Thomas, while panicking and thinking of a quick solution, picked up the boy with his injured arms and started to trudge towards the fellow British soldier, the boy clung onto the soldier's shoulders as tears began to form in his eyes which were too full of ash and soot to see through. In the distance , hearing Arnold screaming his name, Thomas began to pick up the pace, with fear that he's never had beginning to fill his legs.
"TOMMY, GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW!"
BANG!!!!
Thomas turned around to where Arnold was standing, it was covered in ash and fire that was spreading all over the area, limbs were suddenly flung from that area and spread out all over, a hand landed just right in front of him, it was a fucking arm, a FUCING ARM. The boy screamed out crying, holding onto the soldier's neck, without stalling for another minute, Thomas's legs began running by themselves. He was barely keeping himself from falling to the ground as the mud got thicker with each passing second, all the blood that was lying in it made it almost impossible to stay afoot. In the corner of his eyes he saw something, a small little house, it was abandoned and it was all dishevelled, the walls had mostly been blown up, along with the roof, blood and mud covered the house with smoke surrounding it from all angles.
Thomas began running towards it. As he ran he felt ash coming back into his lungs, making him feel sick and his breaths start to deteriorate... Like he'd throw up at any moment. He heard a small voice beside his ear, it was the boy, egging him on. His voice was so gentle and the fear showed through the boy's eyes.
"Allez monsieur.. Allez monsieur... Allez monsieur.. (Come on Mr.... Come on Mr.... Come on Mr.)" The boy repeated over and over and over again. Thomas crashed into the windows of the house, breaking them upon impact, sending him and the boy flying through and falling down to the floor. Or what was left of it. The boy let out a painful cry as a shard of glass stuck into the boy's legs, his lips quivered as he turned his attention up to the soldier. "Monsieur... ma jambe, ma jambe. (Mr... my leg, my leg.) the boy wailed, it was so hard for Thomas to hear, such a young voice in agonising pain.. He clutched the child in his arms, With the kid desperately clinging onto him for his life. Fear consumed the war-filled soldier as he lifted the boy's leg up, examining how bad the wound actually is, seeing the glass piercing through one side of the boy's leg to the other.
"Quel est votre nom? (What's your name?)" Thomas asked, Trying to distract the boy.
"Henry... je m'appelle henry monsieur.(Henry.. My name is Henry sir.)" The boy finally said a full sentence, his voice showing the pain he was going through as the boy hesitated to move his leg any further.
"Henri est un bon nom. un nom fort !(Henry is a good name, a strong name!)" Thomas smiled, placing the boy's legs along a small wooden plank. "Que faisiez-vous sur le terrain, tout seul. vous n'étiez pas censé être ici. (What were you doing on the field, all alone. you weren't supposed to be here.)"
"je- m'enfuir pour elle(i- to get away from her)" Henry then closed his eyes shut as tears threatened to fall from his pupils. Thomas wrapped a gentle arm around the boy's shoulder and brought the boy close to him. Another explosion hit outside, causing the whole ground to grumble under his weight, Henry yelped like a puppy and he hid his head on Thomas's shoulder. Thomas looked up through what looked like a giant shadow looming over the battlefield, as though God was watching over them. Thomas' stomach dropped, he felt sick. He heard something, rustling in the nearby mud, trudging through the blood and wet. Someone was outside, Thomas held the boy closer to his body, pressing the boy's head tightly in his chest. He frantically looked around for something to defend himself and Henry with. Its footsteps became closer and closer, sounding furious. Thomas then saw a little handle on the floor, covered by the debris of the caved in roof. It was a bunker. He jumped up despite his injured legs and the boy's condition, he stumbled over to the door and with his shaking (probably broken as well) hands, he opened it. It was dark, very dark. It stunk as well, He knew that smell from anywhere, from his time at the Battle of Somme . Thomas recognised the smell, rotting flesh, the smell every soldier knew. He grouped his hands over his nose and mouth and then looked down at the small boy beside him. Henry let out a groan of disgust from the smell. Thomas reluctantly stubbled down, pulling the white piece of shirt he had used as a flag putting it over his mouth to protect him from the smell. He could hear the German soldiers above his head, stomping and murmuring things in german.
"ICH KANN SIE NICHT FINDEN(I CANT FIND THEM)" Thomas tried not to listen to what they were saying. He had to get Henry to safety. Well if you could in a rotten bunker, a so called safe place. Thomas let Henry down, he yelped a bit from the pain in his arms, Henry held onto Thomas's shoulders as he lowered himself down. His eyes screwed shut for a few moments. During that time Henry screeched as another bomb striked, thomas heard the ground above them shack, he heard some of the remaining objects that were somehow still standing fall, And shatter all overall over the mud and dirt, making it impossible to see. Henry put his hands over his ears trying to ignore the chaos from above, his pure eyes filled with tears as gunk began to run down his face. Thomas wished for the help of his fellow soldiers, Someone, Anyone. he had never felt more alone in the war, And without his pickaxe at hand he couldn't really do much. He couldn't even hear the cries of his fellow soldiers any more, only the thick and senseless screams of the German soldiers overhead running the British down to their lowest battle numbers ever.
"Reste ici(Stay here)" Thomas stood up, barely able to see. He stumbled a second. Before he placed his hand on the muddy wall for support, and walked back upstairs. Henry looks up at him with a teary eye once Thomas walks to the top of the staircase. Thomas didn't share the same glance to look at him when he slowly shut the door, no emotion was clear on his face. Leaving him alone in the dark, around dead soldiers, rats, mice, decaying bodies. Thomas brought himself to the front of the house, rubbing his left eye free of gunk and facing out the window, which had no panes left in it, rather just a hole in the wall. He couldn't make out much, just the trampling and yelling coming from the other side of the field, he couldn't defend himself much, he was a sitting duck. The galloping in the distance brought his attention up. The soldier raised his head and noticed it in the distance, what seemed to be a chestnut stallion steaming straight towards him with neither a rider or a saddle. The horse looked disheartened and uncomfortable as it's head swung back and forth neighing and kicking back its hind legs. Thomas knew this horse was a british horse, A british cavalry horse, with the union jack attached to the reins that were now wrapped around its neck, slowly suffocating it. He managed to force himself through the hole in the wall by the time the horse passed, grabbing its reins and pulling it into the house, with its head barely missing the threshold. He used two fingers to slowly calm the horse, trailing them down the horse's snout and neck. He bent down to the horse's legs and checked out what they looked like, it was a cruel sight, its legs all mangled and bandaged, it made him sick. Thomas genty pulled the horse closer to him by the reins and held its head gently in his hands.
"Sie können nicht weit gegangen sein, durchsuchen Sie jeden Zentimeter dieser Einöde!"(They cannot have gone far, search every inch of this wasteland!) shouted a German voice over the land. Thomas held the horses head steadily as he adjusted the loose saddle of the horse's back, tightening it up before turning to the young boy who was still cowered in the tunnel, a single glint in his eye showed where he was.
"Henry, on peut monter sur ce cheval et retourner voir mes camarades soldats, ils pourront réparer ta jambe." (Henry, we can get on this horse and go back to my fellow soldiers, they can fix your leg.) Thomas held out his hand towards the boy, who at first hesitated to move, slowly shuffling his feet.
"Et s'ils ne m'aident pas monsieur, il n'y a peut-être aucun espoir pour quelqu'un comme moi." (What if they don't help me sir, there may be no hope for someone like me.) Henry spoke, The longest sentence he had said yet.
"S'il vous plaît, appelez-moi Thomas." (Please, call me thomas.) Thomas held the boy by the hand and steadily helped him mount the horse, before getting on himself. He held tightly onto the reins as he felt the boy's gentle arms wrap around his waist sending a shiver up his spine. "Veuillez patienter, nous devons aller vite. s'il vous plait, restez silencieux parce que je n'ai pas envie d'être explosé." (Please hold on, we need to go fast. Please stay quiet because I don't fancy being blown up.) At that moment, he whipped the side of the horse and it sent them flying out of the house. Thomas could barely see what was in front of him as the dirt and grit started to fill his eyes and he closed them tight. The boys grip on his waist getting tighter.
"DORT DORT!! FEUER FEUER!!" (THERE THERE!! FIRE FIRE!!) Shouted the germans, as raining gunfire started to spurt around the horses feet, it was starting to get disgruntled and started to run off track, but thomas didn't care and pulled harshly on the reins of the horse and forced the horse to run in the right direction. As the horse galloped through the mud and grime, Thomas reached into his pocket and found a whistle to bow with his arthritic hands. For the first time, a cry left his lips.
"ENGLISH SOLDIER HERE!! ENGLISH SOLDIER INCOMING!! THOMAS SHELBY HERE, PLEASE HELP US!!" He called as the horse started to come to a halt, The battle field filled with silence the moment the horse trotting stopped. Thomas rubbed his eyes free of grime and dust as the sight of 50 lined up British troops standing in a line, aiming their rifles at him and the young boy. "Cease fire! Cease fire!.. It's me! Thomas shelby." With that, the men slowly lowered their guns and made a free passage for them to pass through. Thomas gripped the horse's reins and then jumped down from its back, lifting the boy with him and holding him tightly against his war-ridden uniform.
"THOMAS!! THOMAS!!" Shouted a voice from the crowd, she came running out for him and flung her arms around his neck and held onto him tightly. "I thought you were dead! Thank the lords!" . The woman holding onto him was Anna Gray, a rather tall for a woman, with bleach blonde hair and a glow of curiosity in her eyes, her golden brown eyes shone like the cobblestones of the grand canyon and her hair waved like a peaceful stream.
"Anna, What are you doing this far out?!" Thomas hugged the woman back, almost lifting her off of her feet during the hug. Anna worked as a nurse in the on the move hospital for soldiers and was the cousin of Thomas, she was a skilled nurse and immediately started to check Thomas's wounds as well as noticing the small boy standing behind him, cowered like a scared puppy.
"I heard news about you, and said you walked straight up to the Germans with no fear. I'm guessing this young boy here is the reason. That's a nasty cut you've got there on your leg." Anna spoke so softly, bending down slowly in front of the boy, the warming smile filled the younger with so much warmth and security. "We can get him fixed up. Thomas you better get to the front-line, they need you. Please be safe." Anna pressed a kiss against tommys cheek before taking the young boy's hand, guiding him away from the battlefield. Thomas watched as Anna and Henry disappeared into the defence lines and he knew the young boy was safe, he grasped his hand weapon that bore around his waist and swung it over his shoulder heading back to the frontlines.
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In the hospital, Henry was perched up on a nearby window sill, his leg completely sewn up and his eyes focusing on the grey ash raining down around the secure building. His head whipped around as he saw a few doctors come rushing in, carrying a soldier in their arms, his face completely distorted and he was unrecognisable. The devastation of this war was starting to take effect and henry placed his head firmly between his legs with tears streaming down his face, he wanted to feel someone's warm touch again, he wished he hadn't run away from home but it was his only option, He wanted to go to england and find his family, his REAL family. A nurse approached him, dressed in a white cloth from head to toe as she grabbed him by the hands leading him to a room, it was all done up with bright colours and building blocks in every corner. It was clear the soldiers were making an effort to keep the young boy entertained while the war slowly came to a halt. Henry watched as the soldier struggled behind the see-through door, with nurses rushing in and out to try and save his life but Henry knew it wasn't going to be enough to save the poor soldier. He started to explore the room as he walked over to the variety of different coloured blocks and drawing sheets, Henry hadn't felt this safe since he had left England at the age of 5.
"Young man." Said Anna as she entered the room. She was holding a small pair of trousers and a baggy shirt. "I have bought something for you to change into. This shirt belongs to Thomas Shelby so please take care of it." She added as she threw the clothes at the young boy.
"Thank you." Henry started. "Where is Thomas? Is he ok?"
"I don't know, Kid." Anna was growing increasingly worried as she knows recently the tunnels had collapsed down onto at least five of the passages, if thomas had been inside those, he was most definitely dead or being tortured by the germans. She wanted to convince herself that Thomas was fine as she sat down beside the young boy as he flung the shirt over himself and it reached down to his shins.
"You know Thomas has had that shirt since he was 7 years old, it used to be too big on him, now it fits just right, you look just like him. You remind me of him." Anna shared, with a smile on her face hiding the worry and the heartbreak. "Thomas knows every verse and every lyric of the song that played the day he got that shirt from his father. The song that's playing now. Reminds me of him in his youth. You and him could've been great friends if ya both were the same age in the 1910s."
"Was sir thomas a trouble maker? Like me?" Henry smiled as he cuffed the sleeves of the shirt with gentle eyes.
"Ohhhhh yes. He was a little devil. My dad recalled having to put baby locks on all the cupboards when he came around, otherwise he'd get his hands on something valuable. Like a gun." Anna held the small boy's hand, feeling the rate of his pulse. It was way faster than usual and she knew this boy had a mission, he wasn't just in the wrong place at the wrong time. "Where's your family?"
"England." Henry stated, plainly.
"Whereabouts in England. Why are you all the way out here in france." Anna started to question, there was no way this boy had been allowed to join the army so what the hell was he doing so far away from home.
"Small heath, in Birmingham." Henry crossed his arms over, making the oversized shirt fold over and over to cover his tiny arms. Anna looked shocked as she watched the young boy's body language and knew he was telling the truth. She slowly placed her hand on the table beside him.
"Small heath is a bad place. You mustn't ever go back. You mustn't" Anna pleaded.
"What's wrong with it?" Henry asked, he sat down on the small chair opposite her, a glow hinted across his glowing blue eyes as he watched and waited for the response from anna.
"Private reasons." She says. "It's dangerous, that's all. I'm sure your family is happy you got away. Once the boys come back from the war, life will not be the same." Anna's mind casted back to the last time she saw Thomas smile, to the last time she saw him laugh and the last time he had made an effort with anyone. She hadn't really expected to meet someone from the same place as her, let alone with the same connections. There was something familiar about this boy, but she couldn't quite place it, maybe it's his eyes? his hair? It had to be something.
"Is Thomas from there too?" Henry tilted his head, he could tell from Anna's reaction that something must be going on the small heath, and he was curious to find out. "Are you from there too?"
"He is. We both are. However, promise me you will not go to the place again, you will end up hurt and we just saved your life. We don't want to have to do that again. Now don't worry and relax, we will be sending you to London by plane tomorrow. Get some sleep." Anna stated, abruptly getting up to rush from the room and close the door slowly behind her. Henry didn't really understand what any of that mean't, nor did he know what the time was, however henry knew he could take all the sleep that he could get, he made himself a small bed on the floor with a warm blanket cover and tucked it around himself as his eyes closed and he fell asleep not long after.
12:40am, 10th September, 1918
"GET HIM IN!! GET HIM IN!!" Shouted the doctors and the nurses. Thomas was laid across a stretcher with his face covered in blood and his mouth filled with mud and blood, he had been in the tunnels when they exploded. His eyes stayed shut as the doctors gathered round and performed CPR on him, Anna came running in as her eyes welled with tears and she clung onto him.
"THOMAS!! THOMAS!!" She screams, her tears creating waterfalls down her face as she holds his body so close to hers. "Don't leave me. Don't Leave me.!!" The doctors started to syringe the mud and blood out from Thomas's mouth and breathing tube as they ripped the young woman from him, forcing her to distance herself. "FUCK THIS WAR HUH?? HUNDREDS OF YOUNG MEN DEAD!! THEY HAD LIVES!! THEY HAD FUCKING LIVES AND YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT WINNING THIS WAR!! SONS, FATHERS, BROTHERS ARE LOST AND YOU DO NOT CARE!"
"Ma, am. You need to calm down. Now. continue your shift." Said one of the doctors, who was still spraying out Thomas's mouth with water and iodine which had been diluted to a non-acid state.
"CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN!! I DO NOT NEED TO CALM DOWN! THERE IS A YOUNG BOY OUT THERE WHO IS WORRIED ABOUT THIS MAN AND I AM NOT LOSING ANOTHER BROTHER TO WAR! THOMAS MAYBE MY COUSIN BUT HE REPLACED MY BROTHER ALL THOSE YEARS AGO. I HAD MY BROTHER RIPPED FROM MY FAMILY AND I AM NOT HAVING HIM TOO. NOW DO YOUR JOBS AND SAVE HIS FUCKING LIFE!"
The doctor stood stunned as Anna kept screaming her heart out, her voice weakening with every new sentence, she couldn't stand the fact that her cousin might die, after everything that they had promised each other in 1914. She couldn't lose her cousin like she lost her little brother. No. not today, or tomorrow or ever!
A guard rushed into the room quickly on his feet and reached out his arms and grabbed Anna by both her arms and dragged her out, without an explanation, she panicked. Anna's leg came up swiftly and she tried to kick him in his cock but he blocked it with his rifle that was tightly compacted in his belt.The guard, with his free hand, grabbed her jaw and pulled it to his face, their eyes interlocking with one another.
"Listen here you fucking cunt, you should feel greatful that a woman like you even is allowed to come into this room. Or ANYWHERE IN THIS HOSPITAL! YOU HAVE BEEN NOTHING BUT A DISGRACE THE SECOND YOU STEPPED INTO THIS ROOM. YOU HAVE DONE ENOUGH DAMAGE!" Anna stared at the guard, shocked for a moment as tears welled up in her eyes. Anna stood frozen for what felt like forever to her, her mind went almost blank within seconds, as she felt the guard drag her out of the room once more. It wasn't long before her eyes were completely covered and she tried to grip a hold of the wall as she was dragged but it was no use, she felt a cold hand slowly slip down her side and grasped at the clothed dress's tie trying to pull it apart. Her voice became shallow as she knew what was about to happen. She tried to cry out but she couldn't, no sound would come out as she was slammed against the wall. She wanted this to be over, she wanted to be free from him as he forced himself into her, each passing thrust was a moment in hell for her. It was over after a few minutes. Only a few. She could barely see what was infront of her, she felt dirty... and used. She had been used to sexist comments but this? And with someone there to protect her, she wanted to see Tommy but she knew she'd have to face HIM again, so she sat. It was the only thing she could do, hold onto her ripped dress as tears streamed down her cheeks wishing for someone, anyone, to help.
Thomas still did not stur, he did not make a sound. It seemed as though the war had finally overcome this brave soldier and taken him out. The doctors and nurses started to slow down in their rush as they watched small pockets of air wheezing from the open parting in his lips. His chest slowly began to rise and then deplete again, the room erupted with cheers.
"WE'VE GOT A PULSE!" called a nurse as she secured an oxygen mask around Tommy's mouth and nose to separate his lungs from the coal-filled air. The doctors turned back their focus onto Tommy, all was silent. His eyes fluttered open as he gasped for air tightly gripping his side.
"IT'S A MIRACLE" they cried. They had never seen a soldier survive a cave-in as bad as that one, they had found him covered in dirt, moss and blood that at first he was completely unrecognisable. There were bodies scattered around him and he had but one single picture of a girl in his hand, the picture was the only real piece of residue that still looked in one piece, it was more intact than the soldier himself. The nurses slowly began to remove his uniform, starting with his pattern service tunic and then his ripped and bloody shirt. Cuts scattered his body and they were filled with mud and grime, this was going to be a painful recovery for Thomas, but he could do it. The nurses began to sprinkle some iodine on the wounds, making the soldier buckle and turn as a stinging sensation was sent up his spine. Painful tears fell from his eyes and they frantically looked around, seeing nobody but the nurses altering his body. The nurses began to rub down on Thomas's chest down to his abdomen and v-line before starting to look for cuts on the back of his body. Thomas grunted and groaned while the nurses prodded him, like a test subject that had failed and needed to be rewired, his eyes dropped closed.
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In a dark room with only one light, a soldier sat with his wrist chained from the table in front of him, the light barely illuminating what was in front of him, his face was all bloody,muddy and bruised, with dark circles around his eyes.
"HEY! You look at me when I'm talking to you! Or do you need a fucking translator for that too , you fucking nazi prick!" The man looked at the French and British soldiers in front of him, their guns fully loaded in case for a quick execution. they both stared back with disgust in their eyes. They looked all clean appart from the fact they had burn marks on their hands, and bruises all bandaged up, covering their knuckles.
"ANSWER THE QUESTION!" The British one brought out his gun and pointed it at his face. The german soldier sighed, his shoulders shrunken, in the moment it looked as if he was willing to let the british soldier kill him for his countries crimes but in a flash he sat up in his chair and yelled as loud as he could, he wanted peace.
"ICH KOMME IN FRIEDEN!! ICH KOMME IN FRIEDEN..... ''Ich bin nicht der Feind..!" (I come in peace, i come in peace.. I am not the enemy.) The German soldier cried. "They are ruthless... ruthless, my bones cannot bear to take it anymore. My bones.. Are snapping.. They are brittle." He began to speak English, not very well but he was trying his hardest. His eyes could barely see the soldiers in front of him as the tears made his face ache and itch. "I saw him. The Englishman.. The English man and the boy! I was not to let my friend kill a child... i am not a nazi!! I want freedom. Freedom please!!".
"That's ridiculous!-" Called a British soldier. A french one soon followed.
"Attends, et s'il dit la vérité ? et svp si on lui fait plus de mal alors on a déjà on ne saura jamais ce que cachent les allemands...("hold on, what if he's telling the truth? and please if we hurt him anymore then we already we'll never know what the germans are hiding...") Questioned the french soldier. The British soldier turned to look at his friend in a heartbeat, he paused for a second.
"Tell us everything you know about the nazi party." " and.. For legal reasons.. What is your name?" The British soldier insisted, holding a gun to the German's face.
"I don't know what the nazi's are planning! They tell me nothing! Nothing!... but My name is Hans.. lloyd.. Schneider.. I am not the enemy, I am not!" The German soldier pleaded with bright blue eyes staring at the French man and British man with hope.
"Your English is not very good. You're the enemy, your a nazi dickhead!! Perhaps we bring back the scribed? Would you like that!?" Jamies asked, his french accent sticking out.
"JAMES!" the British soldier yelled. Slamming the edge of his gun onto the table.
"Author shut up! How are you going to get anywhere with your screaming?!" The French soldier behind them whined, the two men looked at each other angrily , fighting an old married couple. Hans looked at them, his eyes trying to focus on the soldiers, and smirked at a little funny thought that popped into his mind.
"Whats so funny nazi?" Sneered at the french soldier.
"Nichts, nur der Gedanke, dass ihr zwei bannt!"("Nothing, just the thought of you two banging on the stairs.". Just then the translator walked his face horrified as what heds just heard from Hans, he burst out laughing and gripped his chest, as his note paid fell to the ground and he followed not long after.
"WHAT DID HE SAY??!" asked the British soldier but the translator couldn't respond as he was still laughing on the ground. The French soldier turned and punched him in the face.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY? OR IS THAT ANOTHING THING YOU CAN'T SAY IN ENGLISH?!" The Soldier snapped, holding the German's neck firmly in his hands. Hans smiled as he wiped the blood from his mouth, making an effort to contain his laughter before dropping his head low.
"I said I think you two are banging each other behind closed walls." Hans said, smiling with blood dripping from his lip. The British soldier lunges for the german and then punches him straight in the face, knocking him out cold, he could only hear the faint laugher from the distance from the translator.
Henry sat up quickly, after hearing all the commotion ,in his bed, he started looking out the windows. The clouds were shadowing the sky in a dark, almost black cover. Henry could barely see anything out there. He turned to look at the clock across the room, only 3 clock in the afternoon. Henry was confused. "Why is it so dark if its only 3?" Then , not too far away, he heard running footsteps from down the hallway, scattering like squirrels. Through the little windows of the door, all he could see was doctors and nurses running up and down frantically. He heard people, men, women and children screaming and crying their eyes and hearts out, for their lost loved ones who didn't make it through the tunnel's collapse. Henry yelped like an injured puppy when his door was fung open and slung into the wall, he hadn't even seen them coming, five soldiers and nurses all walked inside. They walked up to him as he was the only child in the room. Then a chubby person, quite a large bitch for the time, leaped onto him and grabbed him into her arms, strangling him and his weak body; he was too frail to move or fight back.
"OH Henry my sweet , sweet little boy! Where have you been!? Mommy has missed you soo much!" she started to kiss and pull his red checks, smiling as she watched his face, but her face soon began to turn into a thrown. Somehow Henry couldn't feel anything, his whole body stopped responding to his mind, his thoughts weren't creating movement for a good few seconds, he stood like a scarecrow before swiftly turning his head to confirm his suspicions, the fat woman was his...'Mother'...