The War Down Stricken Lane

Chapter 2: The Daring

Warning: this chapter has some blood and gore!

The screaming continued throughout the old rotting bunker... the young boy's torture continued without anything salvaged from him. "God damn it you Kraut!!! Just give us what we wanna know!!! Where is the headquarters!?" Adalheid held his own... after all he's been in more pain before... or so he thought... the burners were pulled off his burning skin... "You damn kraut... give us the information." The boy spoke defiant. "I will never give you this!" A familiar figure enters through the door, dismissing the two other soldiers around him, it was Theodore... "Well kid... you are fairly strong I'll give you that... but I'm not playing games. Give me the location of the headquarters and maybe I'll give you a chance." Adalheid had none of it... "You will get nothing from me you fucking bitch." Theodore rolled up his sleeves "Alright then kid... didn't wanna do this." He charged up his arm aiming for the kid. "What are you doing!?" Theodore punched him with all his might as a tooth flew out of Adalheids mouth... the chair fell over as Adalheid yelled "GAHH Du verdammte dumme Schlampe!! Nutzloser amerikanischer Abschaum!" The kid's nose bled, and his mouth leaked some blood too...
Theodore kicked the kid's ribs only hurting Adalheid more "STOP STOP!!! I'LL TELL YOU!!!" Theodore stopped... the damage was done. By this point Adalheid's mouth was covered with blood... and it leaked down"Then tell me..." however reluctantly and hesitantly Adalheid spilled the beans in a weak beaten voice... "The capitol building within the city... that's where it is... along with the puppet leader..." Theodore chuckled, and began to leave the room... "Wait! You aren't going to leave like this are you!?" That tacky colonel looked back for a second, "Sorry kid. You don't get that kind of treatment... boys on me... leave 'em here..." Adalheid grew in anger, "SIE KÖNNEN MICH HIER NICHT VERLASSEN!!! DU AMERIKANISCHER SCHAUM!!! KOMM ZURÜCK!!!"

Erin was within his tent... staring at an old photo of a woman... black and white as it was in this time period... he opened a few drawers of a stand near the sketchy teary bed... within was small little trinkets... likely old childhood toys. A wooden carved train was pulled out by his old scarred hands... along with a note. "Dear Erin. It's me your brother! My first few days as a train conductor have gone amazing!! I've seen so many great things, and brought so many people so many places!! My most memorable time was in New York! It was as it had looked in all of those photos! Some guy carved this out, and I thought you would want it!! Godspeed, and good luck my brother! Your greatest brother Jerry." Erin smiled before he spotted another note taking it out.., he never had the urge to read this... and he shoved it in one of his many pockets... his memorabilia trip would be cut short by one of his men... by the name of Anderson. "Sir!! Some of our men spotted movements from working the tree line ahead! It could be jerries!! And if they are I'm sure they would be easy to burn!!" Of course Erin took a deep breathe... "No Anderson... I'll send a squad in to scour the area... could be survivors of a previous attack. If anything we'll make quick work of them. Bring orders to the armored division. Tell them to get our tanks in there now." Anderson saluted with a disappointing look to his expression... Erin observed this. "Don't fret... you'll get your chance. Now go." Anderson left the tent in search of the commander of that 21st armored division...

Adalheid was resting... sleeping... a drop of water on his face woke him... but it was different... the ropes behind his chair were loose... could he possibly be free? He struggled with them for a while... nothing happened. "Denken Sie, Adalheid, denken Sie ... es muss einen Ausweg geben." However there was a knife in his pocket... if he reached through the inbetweens of the chair he could grab it then cut himself free... the loosened rope would help with that even more so. "Alright... you can do this..." he spoke in English one last time... he strained as he pulled his body to his reaching hands... trying to reach it... however this time he was far from it... he needed to get out of this or he may never get another chance. He pulled himself again reaching for that pocket this time reaching it... the knife began to slip out... he had to catch in with perfection or else he wouldn't get another chance. With another attempt he had it!! The knife slipped out and he quickly caught it... but now for the hard part. He has to cut the rope in the right spot. Quickly turning the knife around toward the rope. He brought it back and forth as best as he could until suddenly he fell to the side... he was free. He stood up and dusted himself off before speaking. "Das war nicht so schwer, oder?"