The Wolf Ballet || WW2

21. The Wolf Ballet

Trigger Warning: the following chapter contains details revolving rape, abuse, and explicit language.

Chapter Twenty-One

There were often moments like this when Arthur had to think back on the consequences of his actions. When an instant in time would make a second on the count turn into days. Much like a slow, and rather intense game of chess. When one wrong move could reveal you to your opponent's advantage. If it were anyone else, they would be dead. Fortunately, Arthur understood the game very well and was meticulous in his expansion across the board, but sometimes he felt it was all at the cost of his sanity.

Arthur eyed the men as they raised their left hands in the air. Together, the SA assault squad all lauded the German Supreme before they dispersed. One by one they walked out the door, leaving only Hans Fran, the wolf, and the lion.

"You all must be proud gentlemen, for it is our doing that will make the fatherland what it once was—and what it was always destined to be."

Hans Franks's words were as pessimistic as ever, Arthur scoffed at the man's false tale of righteousness. The men who speak of greatness seem to always induct themselves above those who gain them such glory. A common occurrence in all wars—old men claiming triumphs that pressed over the bodies of those they wish to demand.

Raising his filled glass of German scotch, Arthur toasted to Hans Frank's empty praises. His green eyes momentarily drifted over to Hoss, who of course held a rather forced smile in his direction as well. Frank watched closely as Arthur swallowed the burning liquid in one gulp, the wolf's gaze never once alleviating. His green eyes observed Frank with a silent telling. There was a drastic, inevitable progress in the Nazi's agenda to Germanize the world today. A day in history that had Arthur dreading the pace of time.

Word had reached that SS Untersturmführer Herbert Lange had managed to successfully carry out the euthanization of Polish patients residing in the Dziekanka Psychiatric Hospital in Gniezno. It was an experimental trial, one that introduced a new approach to snuffing out the mass of subhumans.

According to the report, 1,043 patients were burdened into a van and gassed with carbon monoxide.

"A bit messy in my opinion—shoving them in a van, but that is why we must continue with the development of the chambers." Franks sighed, licking his lips as he stared out into the open camp.

"Once we have them for our disposal—only then will the Earth go round again."

"We will need more hands on the field," Hoss spoke up, gaining the attention of both Wolff and Frank. "The bodies are dropping like flies, I ask that you have more trains sent to Auschwitz, sir,"

Frank paused for a moment, his right brow lifting as he seemed to dwell on the request. Turning to look at Wolff, who alongside Schulz, had been in charge of the train shipping—he silently asked for his input.

Arthur knew that regardless of what he said, Frank would still do what he wanted in the end. Nevertheless, he would give his honest opinion.

"The NATO forces have already declared war and are already suspicious of the circumstantial measures we are taking over the Polish people." Wolff began with arms crossed behind his back, "In means of refraining from admitting to crimes of war, we should not allow those suspicions to become a fact in their eyes."