The Shadow

Chapter 13

   (This chapter is also pretty sad unfortunately. I hope you guys will enjoy this though)!

   ~ 1943 ~

   I've been doing much better now. I've come to the conclusion that Oncle and Tante are at peace in Heaven or wherever they are. They were good people. Boston was the best place for them. I'm grateful to know they were somewhere good to them instead of this shithole I used to love.

   Everyday is nearly the same. Just ambushing Nazis and killing them. It's always the same. I have an insane amount of fun but it's quite literally everyday we do these things. I'm not having as much fun as I used to and that scares me. I guess because when I started, I was 11 and filled with vengeance. Now, I'm 13 and have calmed down a little more. Of course I'm still angry and upset about Maman, Papa, and Philippe, but I know they're at peace.

   I was actually considering of leaving the Basterds at one point but decided not to. These guys have been my family for the past two years. There was no way I'm leaving. I'd have nowhere to go anyway. So I stayed. And besides, my thoughts still lingered on that revenge fantasy I carried for Colonel Hans Landa.

   I went to the cafe again. I wanted to see Amelie. She's always calmed me down when I wasn't feeling good. I walked inside and looked around. Amelie wasn't there. That was odd. She's always working. She works every single day, only having days off on the weekends. Today was not a weekend. Something was up. Amelie would never miss a day of work unless it was an emergency, which was rare.

   Thank the lord I knew where she lived. Which was the reasoning why I was able to get the telegram telling me about my Oncle and Tante's deaths. I walked in the building and knocked on her apartment room door. "Amelie! It's me chérie!" I spoke in French. She would always answer the door for me.

   The door opened to reveal someone who was not Amelie. I tilted my head in confusion. I know I didn't get the wrong apartment. "Who are you jeune femme?¹" The man asked. "Bonjour monsieur. I'm a friend of Amelie's, the young woman who owns this apartment. Is she here?" I asked. The man had a sad look on his face. "Do you mind coming in?" The man muttered. I was still confused but nodded. I sat on the couch and he turned to face me.

   "Amelie she, she was caught by the German officers." The man explained. My heart immediately dropped. "Non." I whispered. If the Nazis captured her, she was screwed. "Why?" I asked. "Because she apparently knew someone called the Shadow, someone who murdered countless of Nazis." The man explained. I teared up. It was my fault she was captured. "Is she ok?" I desperately asked, praying at least for her to be fine, that way maybe I could convince the Basterds to help me get her out.

   The man began to cry, which terrified me. He shook his head. "My beautiful niece did not deserve this shit." The man cried out. That wasn't a good sign. "She was killed by them because she refused to talk." The man, her uncle, cried. My eyes widened trying to comprehend what he just said. My beautiful best friend, who has been there for me for two years, was dead because of me? "Non. Non!" I yelled, running away. I ran out the room and ran as far as I could.

   I collapsed near where the Basterds and I were staying. I sobbed loudly and punched the ground. This gave me flashbacks to when I ran away from Maman, Papa, and Philippe. Now, it's happening again. I lost someone else dear to me. I stood up and grabbed my knife, beginning to sharpen it. I also started sharpening my axe blade. These Nazis did it again. They took another person that I love, who never did anything wrong. It was all my fault.

   My vengeance has returned. They will pay.

   (R.I.P Amelie! I had to do it! Sorry guys! I hope you guys enjoyed this! See you soon)!

¹ = "Young woman"