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Day 25: Klaus Martin

"Take him away," Klaus Martin couldn't even look as his great friend, Peter Mueller, thrashed round within the Gestapo officers' grips.

"Klaus, are you out of your head? Do you not acknowledge me? It is Peter, Peter Mueller, listen to me, Klaus! Do not allow them to grab me away, I do not wish to die! I do not need to die like this!" Peter's voice echoed by the trashed home which belonged to Otto, his friend serving alongside him, the only person in Peter's life he might trust. Otto and his spouse had been gone, they'd died horrible deaths, and now all Peter had was Klaus.

"Mach schnell, Manner! Mach schnell!" Klaus spat to the policemen as they rushed to shove Peter right into a black vehicle. Klaus climbed into his Mercedes, following behind the Gestapo to a deserted forest. He combed his blond hair, which was shining from the sweat he produced. The Obersturmbannführer parked on the entrance of the forest, the place the execution was to be held.

Peter Mueller refused to face out of the car, leading to him being compelled out, along with his face shoved into the hard dirt. He had spit and tears throughout his clothes, which had been dirtied and ripped by the brutality of the police. Peter shouted for Klaus, solely to have his voice get drowned with the orders the Gestapo had been throwing around.

Peter at last noticed his friend, who was betraying him so quickly, and all of their memories were the last thoughts Peter could hold on to. The times of their childhood, they have been younger boys, they'd cross harmful rivers with the boldness of Klaus, they might catch bugs and create buildings out of sand on the seashores of Hamburg.

Klaus couldn't stare at Peter any longer, he stood nonetheless in his darkish green uniform, whilst Peter's was being ripped off of him. Peter begged Klaus for forgiveness. "Please, Klaus, please do not allow them to take me away! I need to live!" Peter choked on his tears.

Klaus went proper as much as Peter's face and spat on it. "You disgust me, you filthy homosexual."

It broke Peter mentally to listen to his best friend say that to him. He would not maintain his eyes off of Klaus as they dragged him furthermore into the forest. In moments, Peter was compelled to kneel on the ground. He tried to maintain his breath steady, but he couldn't deal with how overwhelming the scenario was.

Peter couldn't imagine that his friend can be the one to murder him, and if something had been to really damage his feelings, it might be Klaus. Klaus held each secret Peter had, each feeling he felt Klaus knew, for him to betray him like this would be his ultimate punishment.

"Klaus, you will not be the individual I knew before! What manipulations did they carry out to you, take a look at what you've become! You grew to become a monster, Klaus!" Peter sobbed. "Please, Klaus, you are just like me! You're as much of a filth as I am," Peter looked round at the entire officers who surrounded and laughed at him. They tied a wooden sign round his neck, homosexual written in bold lettering.

Klaus grabbed Peter by the arm, dragging him away from the crowd of officers and further into the forest away from view.

"Klaus, please,"

When they were finally alone, Klaus broke character, crumbling under his usual serious and hateful demeanor. He began to cry silently, shaking in front of Peter.

"How am I supposed to live knowing I killed my best friend?" Klaus muttered. "How does one live without the foundation that carried them to the place they're at?"

Klaus raised his handgun, causing Peter's eyes to widen. Though, when he fired, it didn't hit Peter.

"Run, Peter, run far away, and don't come back."

"Wh-why?"

Klaus placed his handgun under his chin. "Just... Listen to me, okay? Like you always do."

Peter cried when Klaus pulled the trigger. But he couldn't stay and mourn, no, he had to escape now whilst he had the chance.

After a few minutes, and the sound of the second shot being suspicious, the officers came to check on him.

"Herr Obersturmbannführer!"