(Second to last chapter guys! I am getting emo! This chapter will be another one of my favorite parts so enjoy)!
It was awhile later. I was in the back of a truck with Aldo and Utivich, handcuffed. Landa was gonna surrender himself over to the US along with one of his soldiers. That's what Aldo told me. I looked outside. The sky was a mixture of purple and blue. Daylight was beginning to form.
Tears began to fall from my eyes, realizing that the cinema was in smithereens by now. The explosives were blown up. Donny and Omar are dead, and I was so certain that I'd die with them. "What's wrong?" Utivich asked, noticing my tears as I gazed outside. "Donny and Omar. They're dead by now." I cried. The two of them gave me small, sympathetic smiles. They knew how much I loved them. Especially Donny. I'll never forget them. Nor Hugo. Nor Wicki. They're forever burned into my memory.
After a long while, the truck stopped and we were brought out by Landa's soldier. We were in US lines. I stood in between Aldo and Utivich, continuing to stare down Landa. "Hermann, uncuff them." He ordered. Hermann walked over and uncuffed Aldo, then me, then Utivich. Landa handed Aldo his gun and knife.
"I'm officially surrendering myself over to you, Lieutenant Raine. We're your prisoners." Landa said, almost gleefully. "How about my knife?" Aldo asked. Landa handed Aldo's knife over to him. "Thank you very much Colonel. Frances, cuff Colonel's hands behind his back." Aldo commanded. I nodded and walked over. "Oh is that really necessary?" Landa whined. I roughly pulled his hands back and cuffed them. "I'm a slave to appearances." Aldo said, before shooting and killing Hermann. I stood next to Aldo, smirking.
"Scalp Hermann." Aldo ordered, handing Landa's knife to Utivich. "Are you mad?! What have you done?! I made a deal with your general for that man's life!" Landa yelled. "Feel my pain motherfucker." "Yeah, they made that deal, but they don't give a fuck about him, they need you." Aldo replied. "You'll be shot for this!" Landa yelled. "Nah, I don't think so, more like chewed out. I've been chewed out before." Aldo said. I chuckled a bit.
"You know, Utivich and myself heard that deal you made with the brass, and we told Frances about it. End the war tonight? I'd make that deal. How 'bout you Utivich, you'd make that deal?" Aldo asked. "I'd make that deal." Utivich answered as he continued scalping Hermann. "You Frankie?" Aldo asked me. "I'd for sure make that deal." I responded with a smirk. "I don't blame you both. Damn good deal. And that pretty little nest you feathered for yourself. Well, if you're willing to barbecue the whole high command, I suppose that's worth certain considerations." Aldo expressed. Landa continued to stare at him, as if in fear.
"But I do have one question. When you get to your little place on Nantucket Island, I imagine you're gonna take off that handsome looking SS uniform of yours, ain't ya?" Aldo inquired. Landa did not respond. Instead, his lip jerked up. I smirked, knowing he now feels fear, something that he made many Jewish families feel before brutally murdering them.
"That's what I thought. Now that, I can't abide. How 'bout you Frances, can you abide it?" Aldo questioned. "Certainly not." I replied in a low tone. "You Utivich?" Aldo asked again. "Not one damn bit, sir." Utivich responded as he pulled Hermann's scalp off. Aldo walked over to Landa and whispered in his ear, but I was close enough to hear him.
"I mean if I had my way, you'd wear that goddamn uniform for the rest of your pecker-suckin' life. But I'm aware that ain't practical. I mean, at some point you're gonna have to take it off. So, I'm gonna give you a little something you can't take off." Aldo muttered, tilting Landa's hat back with his knife as he gazed at Aldo in fear. My face lit up with joy. I never thought I'd hear my favorite words again. And it makes it all the more special considering we're doing it to Hans Landa, the man who I've dreamt of getting revenge on.
We laid him down on the ground and I sat in between Aldo and Utivich. Aldo then did his job. Landa let out blood-curdling screams of pain, ripping out the grass. He continued to scream as blood continued to stream out of his forehead. I smirked down at him, feeling satisfied. Aldo was eventually finished and removed the knife.
"You know somethin' Utivich, Frances? I think this just might be my masterpiece." Aldo smirked. I smiled, knowing he was right. My revenge fantasy finally came to life. The Shadow has gotten her ultimate dream, and it was even better than killing him as planned.
I did it Maman, Papa, Philippe. I finally did it. I got him for you. You can finally rest. The Shadow's work here is done.
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The Shadow
FanfictionOnce upon a time, in Nazi-occupied France, there was a young girl, who was nicknamed "the Shadow" by the German army, that was recruited by the Basterds. Wanna find out what she goes through during the war and being in the Basterds? Read to find out...