The Shadow

Chapter 10

   (Now here is one of my favorite scenes in "Inglourious Basterds!" This part is kinda graphic. Also, I am really sorry this is late. I was dealing with personal stuff and I forgot to upload. I hope you guys will enjoy this though)!

   We had just ambushed a whole mess of Nazis near the spot where I first met the Basterds. It had the same stone wall. Difference is, there was a tunnel. We scalped the Nazis and kept watch on the three Nazis we left alive. Hopefully none of them were the ones that killed my family. I didn't need that happening while it was Donny's turn.

   After we finished scalping the Nazis, we made the three living Nazis sit on their knees with their hands behind their head. Hirschberg kept an eye on them as we scattered all over. I stood on a little grassy slope that was right next to the tunnel's entrance. I was close to Wicki, my axe next to me.

   Aldo came out of the tunnel and set his gun down, taking his satchel off. "Hey Hirschberg! Send that kraut sarge over." Aldo said. "You, go!" Hirschberg ordered one of the men. A tall guy with blonde hair strode over to us, looking around at all the Basterds with their guns pointing at him. He stood in front of Aldo and saluted. I rolled my eyes. How ridiculous. "Sergeant Werner Rachtman." He introduced himself. "Lt. Aldo Raine. Pleased to meet you." Aldo replied. "You know what 'sit down' means Werner?" "Yes." Sergeant Rachtman answered. "Then sit down." Aldo said. Sergeant Rachtman took a seat in front of Aldo.

   "How's your English, Werner? Cause if need be, we gotta couple fellas that can translate." Aldo began, pointing up at Wicki. "Wicki there, an Austrian Jew, got the fuck outta Munich while the getting was good. Became American, got drafted, came back to give you a what for." He explained. He then pointed at me.

   "That girl there, her name is Frances Mitchell. Now she's pretty young, she's 11. But don't let that fool you. She can murder 100 Nazis in a heartbeat. You may know her by her nickname. The Shadow." Aldo spoke. Sergeant Rachtman stared me up and down. "I know about the Shadow. Everyone does." He said. "Good. She taught herself German to overhear conversations. She can translate well." Aldo continued. I glared down at Rachtman, possibly scaring him in the process. I had my axe in front of me now, with my hands holding the axe handle. I was ready to use it.

   Aldo pointed up behind Rachtman. "Another one up there you might be familiar with. Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz." Aldo went on, causing Sergeant Rachtman and both of the Nazis being guarded by Hirschberg to look up. "Heard of him?" "Everybody in the German Army's heard of Hugo Stiglitz." Rachtman said, causing us to laugh due to the way he pronounced Hugo's name.

   The laughter eventually died down. "And I assume you know who we are?" Aldo asked. "You're Aldo the Apache." Sergeant Rachtman answered. Some of us cheered and we laughed a little. "Well, Werner, if you've heard of us, you probably heard we ain't in the prisoner-takin' business. We in the killin' Nazi business. And cousin, business is a boomin'." Aldo explained. We all laughed again. "Damn right!" I yelled.

   "That leaves two ways we can play this out. Either kill ya, or let you go. Whether or not you gonna leave this ditch alive depends entirely on you." Aldo explained. "Up the road a piece, there's an orchard. And besides you we know there's another kraut patrol fuckin' around here somewhere." Aldo continued. Rachtman had his arms crossed and was smiling a devilish grin. I wanted to wipe that off so badly. "Now if that patrol were to have any crack shots, that patrol would be a goddamn sniper's delight. So, if you ever wanna eat a sauerkraut sandwich again, you gotta show me on this here map where they are, you gotta tell me how many they are, and you gotta tell me what kinda artillery they carrying with 'em." Aldo finished, setting a map down.

   "You can't expect me to divulge information that would put German lives in danger." Sergeant Rachtman chuckled. Aldo took his hat off and ran his hand through his hair. "Well now, Werner, that's where you're wrong because that's exactly what I expect. I need to know about Germans hidin' in trees. And you need to tell me, and you need to tell me right now. Now just take that finger of yours and point out on this here map where this party's being held, how many's a comin', and what they brought to play with." Aldo spoke.