Unacceptable (GerIta) (Holocaust) (Boyxboy)

Chapter Nine

Ludwig's P.O.V

I looked over at Roderick, our gazes connecting.

Feliciano dropped onto the bed in fear of his life and huddled into a ball.

"I swear. Its not what it looks like." I put out my hands and stepped closer to Roderick, hoping he would keep his mouth shut.

"WAIT UNTIL YOUR BROTHER HEARS ABOUT THIS!" Roderick laughed loudly, starting to run to the front office.

I looked over at Feliciano, my face plastered with fear.

He sobbed quietly, obviously scared of what was going to happen to him.

And I felt terrible.

I walked to him and took him in my arms, squeezing his tiny torso. "Go to the trench and hide in it. You'll need cover."

Feliciano nods and breaks out of my grip, running outside and slipping into the trench.

I stood up and walked down the hallway quickly, my boots slamming against the ground fiercely.

I kicked open the office door as Roderick nodded and Gilbert turned his head slowly.

He chuckled and walked over to me.

"So, still haven't kill the boy yet?"

"Well. I'll make sure that boy gets the punishment he deserves."

Gilbert pushes me aside and storms out, and I followed him quickly. "What are you going to do?!"

"You'll see."

Gilbert went outside as I watched him from the door way, and picked up an identical italian to the one I loved.

His brother.

He laughed and slammed Romano to the ground, putting his big black boot on him.

He pushed down on the small italian, making him scream out in pain while other prisoners ignored the screams of his suffering.

Tears ran down his cheek as his screams of pain got louder, and echoed in my ears, making my head pound.

Gilbert laughed and picked up his boot, slamming it down onto Romanos head.

Romano cried out in pain as his skull made a stomach turning crack.

Blood ran out onto the dirt, making a pool of crimson gleaming in the sunlight.

My body trembled but I kept a strong exterior.

I wanted to run and push my insane brother to the ground with force, and scream at him.

But I can't. I'm just a Nazi. Not a General.

I would die for my actions. So I just stood there, observing the situation.

Romanos body turned pale and Feliciano climbed out of the trench, looking down at his dead brother with shock.

Feliciano collapsed to the ground and took romanos body in his hands, looking at his bashed in skull.

Blood got on him and he held his older brothers body close, but before he could say anything he was lifted to his feet as he accidentally dropped Romanos body.

Gilbert smirked and pushed Feliciano into some other guards, and the guards held him in place.

He grabbed a whip and lifted it.

He brought it down and it cracked against Felicianos body like thunder.

Feliciano screamed out in pain as the whip slash bled and the red liquid ran down his stomach and surfaced as it ran down his pant leg.

I watched in horror, my mind screaming at my limbs to take action.

Gilbert cracked the whip against Felicianos body again, making him cry out for mercy and bleed again.

He kept whipping over and over again until he begged for Gilbert to stop hurting him.

Gilbert stopped with a gigantic grin on his face. The guards dropped the small italian and walked away, following gilbert.

I ran over to Feliciano and picked him up when I made sure it was clear. I knew this torment wasn't going to stop until he was dead.

I ran inside and to the generals office, stealing some supplies and brough Feliciano back to his barrack.

I set him down and took off his shirt, healing his deep slash wounds as he cried and muttered things to himself.

My gaze drifted upwards and our eyes locked, I could feel the sadness and mixed emotions inside him.

"I'm so sorry. I won't ever let this happen again..I promise...I promise..." I whisper and put our foreheads together.

Feliciano turns and cries. "Their both dead...and I'm going to die.."

"No..you won't..I'll get you out of here.."

I sighed softly and put Feliciano on the hay bed.

"I'll get us both out of here."

I walked out of the room and went to the job board we had, and changed my job with someone else so I could drive the supply truck, so I could get Feliciano back to his house and hide him there.

The truck had to get ready. Which would take a few hours. Just enough time to get him ready.

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I put Feliciano in the back of the truck and got into the drivers seat.

I waved to my fellow Nazis and road off, success feeling near.

I drove for a few hours, as the sun set slowly in the horizon.

And what I tried to avoid happened.

My truck was pulled over and some Nazis walked to my window.

"A prisoners missing."

I gasped, acting like I had no idea. "What?!" "Oh shit! What will we do?"

The Nazis opened my car door and threw me out of the car, and huffed.

"Let us search the car Ludwig."

I scrambled to my feet quickly and shook my head. "No-i can't let you do that...sorry."

One Nazi goes to the back door and opens it, spotting the small italian.

Felciano shoots the Nazi in the head and picks up two large back packs, bolting into the woods before anyone could touch him.

I try to run after him before I feel a gun pressed against the back of my head, making me stop completely.

I turn around and the Nazi glares at me. "We're going back. Now. Get in the car."

I nods and get in the back, hoping Feliciano will find the note I left for him.

That's probably the last he'll see of me.

The other men put the dead body in the car and get in themselves, driving off back to the concentration camp.

Ich.
Leibe.
Dich.
Feli.