Chapter 2

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"Through the Hostile into prison, with the weird girl who doesn't talk very much." Ordered Walter. "Girl?" I whispered to myself.

Walter's friend was more gentle then him, but he did what he was ordered to do. Walter's friend looked at him then back at me, he looked at me with eyes that read, I'm sorry for what I'm about to do.

He hit me in the face with the butt of his gun. I shook it off when another one came and blew me to the ground.  "Move it!" spat Walter grabbing my arm and pulling me back on my feet.

We didn't walk very far, but my legs were killing me once I got to the prison cell. The cell was dark and it was cold there was barely any light, the walls had blood stains on them and I could ever so slightly see the girl that was supposed to be in the cell with me.

"Why did you put me in here with a girl?" I asked Walter  before he closer the gate. He looked at me as if he didn't want to answer my question, but surprisingly he answered, '"cause, she never liked any of the others we put in here with her. "

"What happened to the others?"

"Don't know, don't care she probably killed them and then ate the evidence."  No wonder they call her "the weird girl." I thought to myself.

He  jabbed me in the the back with the butt of the gun once again, I winced in pain an fell to the ground. Walter closed the cell gate behind me and I was alone in the dark with a girl who is probably going to kill me any minute.  I was sitting in a corner and I could see the girl staring at me through the dim light.

I've been pacing around the cell for what seemed like days I was starved because the Nazis only gave us food once a day and water every 4 hours. On one cold night I was so bored that I tried making a conversation with the  'the weird girl.'

"So..." I started, clearing my throat. "What's your name?" there was no answer for a solid minute. But then she whispered "Claire."

"Claire?" I repeated, "um.. I'm Tom." my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could see her smile a little. Turns out she's not so bad after all.

The cell wasn't always cold it hit up to 107 degrees every other day. And on those days the Nazis brought us water every 34-44 minutes. I honestly don't know why they try to keep us alive if they are just going to kill us sooner or later.

4 and a half years. That's how long I've been trapped, kept prisoner with a girl I'm still not trusting very well. I don't know when she's going to strike and slit my throat an watch me bleed to death, it's only a matter of time. But I survived this long so maybe she's not  as bad as Walter described her.

It's the year 1943, I'm 18 now and I'm sitting in a corner just like every day there was dead silence when Claire spoke, "he's laying."

"What?" I was so confused, given the fact that this was completely random. "I'm not a murder!" she's crying now and I was still so confused as to what the hell was happening. "I don't kill innocent people, I try to save them. Those bastards take them away when I start to connect with them and they." She trails off and leaves me hanging." they what?!" I asked intrigued. "They kill them and blame for killing them so no one would want to be around me or trust me."

I was wondering why she was telling me this but I didn't care too much to ask I mean it's not like.... My heart dropped as I realized. "Wait don't tell me that you..."

"Yes." she interrupted. I sigh in disbelief. "Don't worry Tom, I promise I won't let anything happen to you."

"How can you promise that?" I asked.  "I bet you said that to all the others and they still died also I bet that as they were about to get their heads chopped off, their last words were, 'where the hell is Claire? She didn't keep her damn promise.'"

I heard her crying and immediately regretted saying that. "I'm sorry I should have never said that." There was no answer and I felt sick my stomach turned and my heart ached. I'm sorry, I fucked up. I thought to myself but I didn't have the courage to say it out loud.

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