Prologue:
It was the spring of 1944 in Natzwiller, France. Adolf Hitler started his sadistic reign of terror in 1939, conquering most of the European continent. Jewish men, women, and children are sent to concentration camps where they live in inhumane conditions until they await the looming hands of death. Death being the only thing able to escape them from this hell on earth. Their prayers of prosperity turn into pleading cries for death. Most fear death, but once you enter the confines of these barbwire fences, life is what you fear the most.
Every morning that Harry wakes up and puts on his uniform, it's like he's putting on another man's skin. He can't stomach to look at himself in the mirror without bile rising, the acid burning his throat. Every time he looks down at the red and white patch stitched onto his uniform he wanted to rip it of his body and watch it burn. To others the symbol represented a strong, unified, and powerful Germany. To Harry, though, it represented death, destruction, looking at that is like he was peering into the eyes of the most sadistic evil imaginable.
A/N: Concentration is a based loosely off the actual events of the Holocaust. The treatment and living condition of the prisoners will hold true to the mistreatment and cruelty they experienced. I will not tone down my writing for the sake of others; mature content such as, but not limited to, violence, profane language, gore, sexual content, and death will manifest throughout. Please read maturely.
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Concentration
FanfictionWhat happens when the lines between prisoner and guard blur? Do you stay in the confines that give you the labels? Or do you escape to where you're both equals? Escape isn't so easy, though, when death and time work against you.
