Hero

Chapter One: Face to Face

Günther found himself sitting in an alley. He looked down each end of the alley. No sign of those men. They were tall, wore brown uniforms with red bands on their upper arms that had a swastika in the middle of a white circle. Günther took deep breaths. His mother was shot by them in the street. He was trembling with fear, what's going to happen? Will they come for him? He didn't know and he didn't want to find out.

It was 1940 the 29th of May, Günther's birthday was in three months. He was six and managed to hide from the Nazis. He knew those men were Nazis, his mother told him about them and how bad they were. She would tell him to stay away from them, if he saw a swastika to run the other way and run fast.

Günther sat in the alley silently as he cried. He held his head weeping sadly until he soon cried himself to sleep soon after the sun disappeared behind the horizon of buildings.

Wilhelm was sitting at his school desk tapping his pencil impatiently against his textbook. The teacher was talking something about someone named Jews and how they were a bad person? He doesn't fully know and he doesn't really care. He stopped tapping his pencil, placed that hand on his jaw and looked towards the window. Two S.S. soldiers walked passed the main gate, Wilhelm sighed thinking of how he hasn't seen his father for the reason of him being a S.S. soldier. He hated Hitler for the fact he took his father away.

"That will be all for today class, you all can go home. And remember Jews are bad." The teacher announced. Wilhelm sighed, whoever this Jews guy is. He grabbed his books and walked out of the room with the other boys he called his "friends". He honestly didn't like the way they gossiped. Ever since the war started the year before. He didn't really care, it had nothing to do with them they were perfectly fine.

"Wilhelm, what are you going to do if you meet a Jew?" One of his "friends" asked as they came to the main gate. Wilhelm thought about it and answered honestly, still thinking that Jews was a person.

"Don't know, kill them?" Everyone looked at him and laughed.

"Yeah, same here, same." All the other boys agreed. Wilhelm rolled his eyes and scuffed, continuing to walk.

After saying goodbye to the other boys, Wilhelm walked through the same old long alley to ​his house. He heard what sounded like a sniffle but continued to walk. He entered his house, walked up the stairs to his room, ignoring his nanny and closed his bedroom door. He dropped his school bag and climbed onto his window seat.

Wilhelm looked out the window and saw him. The boy sitting in the alley he walked through. Must have been that pouting I heard earlier. Wilhelm thought as he watched the boy slowly stop pouting and slump over on the ground. Must have cried himself to sleep. Wilhelm thought. He shrugged and stared up at the dawn sky. He yawned and soon fell asleep at the window.

Günther watched in horror as the Nazis shot his mother. He felt the urge to run away and hide but his body didn't move. Why can't I move? He thought. I'm scared. He trembled as the two dark figures approached him, he was unable to move. Günther cried out as one of the figures struck him to the ground. He let a loud weep out as the two figures started to kick his frail body.

Günther felt himself being shook. He was no longer being beaten, the Nazis were gone and he had not a scratch on him. Günther looked around, he was still in the alley from the other day. It was when he looked up that he saw the boy standing over him, watching him. Günther gasped and pushed himself closer to the wall as he stared at the other boy.

The boy appeared much older than Günther. He looked around twelve if not thirteen. The boy wear a school uniform, wrinkled but clean. His hair was a bright blonde that shined in the light of dawn, it was parted to the side. His light, crystal blue eyes glowed in the same light of dawn. He had shiny shoes and a book bag hanging from his left shoulder. Günther was in awe at how clean the boy was, he hadn't ever seen someone so clean.

"Get up."