Hero

Chapter Two: Plans

The boy scowled down at Günther. Günther hesitantly stood up, he didn't stand straight, he seemed to be slumped over and he kept his eyes focused on the ground. "What is your name?" The boy spoke. Günther took a breath but couldn't find the words. "Well? Do you have a name?" The boy sounded impatient almost angry. Günther looked up, saw the boy's eyes looked cold and needy.

"G-Gün-th-ther." Günther wished it was clearer and as choppy as it came out. The boy nodded seriously and stood up straight again.

"Well Günther, I'm Wilhelm." The boy, Wilhelm, replied honestly. Günther nodded, looked back down towards the ground and scuffed his sandals on ground. Wilhelm grabbed his bag with both hands and stepped forward. "Where are your parents Günther?" Wilhelm asked looking to the smaller boy. Günther teared up at the thought of his dead mother. He didn't want to respond.

"M-my father has b-been dead and m-my mother was k-killed." Günther tried so hard to hold in his wail but it was released​with year pouring. Wilhelm looked at him sympathetically and sighed. Children are such a weakness, but this kid is not so bad. Günther's tears felt weakening to Wilhelm and in the moment he pulled the six year old into a warm embrace.

"Sorry, please stop crying. Does that mean you're homeless?" Wilhelm pulled back and looked at the boy. Günther wiped as many tears as he could and nodded. Wilhelm scuffed quietly and stood away from Günther, to think. The thought his him as he was thinking of what to do with the boy, he still had to go to school.

"Okay listen Günther, can I trust that you will stay here and be safe while I'm at school." Wilhelm asked sincerely worried. Günther thought for a moment then got an idea. He grabbed an old box from the other side of the alley and pulled its large mass over his small physique. A muffled voice called out.

"I'll hide here," Günther giggled, "promise." Wilhelm subconsciously nodded and smirked.

"Alright, I'll be back around three." Wilhelm was beginning to walk away when Günther's muffled voice called again.

"I can't tell time." Wilhelm paused, thought, he turned towards the box and lifted it up. He placed it next to Günther and knelt next to him, pulling his watch off in the process.

Günther stared at the watch as it ticked on. The band was old, worn down and leather. Wilhelm has pointed out that when the short hand got around to the three he would be returning to get him. Günther sighed watching as the short hand appeared not to be moving while the longer hand ticked slowly. The darkness from the large box he hid in seemed to tire him. Günther pushed the one side of the box against the alley wall and leaned his back up against it. Slowly his eyes fluttered shut and he slumped against the wall, sleep swallowing little Günther whole.

Wilhelm walked into the quiet school. No one was in sight, everyone was most likely in class already. He debated about even going to class now. Like he would miss much from class anyways. His mind drifted to Günther and the thought of him sitting under the box waiting for the short hand to reach the three patiently. He smirked at the funny thought.

"Wilhelm," a teacher snapped at him, "get back to class!" Wilhelm bolted on his feet, down to the end of the hall and into his class. He breathed heavily as he walked through the classroom and sat at his desk.

"Wilhelm, you are late . . . again. I'll be talking to your parents after class today." His class teacher scowled in his direction before continuing the lecture Wilhelm interrupted. Wilhelm scuffed, pulling out his notebook, pencil and began to "take notes" in other words doodle all over the page.

Günther woke to the sound of knocking. His eyes looked around, darkness surrounded him. Right, he was still sitting under the box. There was a muffled voice calling his name, Wilhelm. Günther pushed on the top of the box, toppling it over to reveal him. No one was there, no Wilhelm, no one, there was no one. Günther looked down at the watch, the short hand was well passed the three and the longer hand wasn't moving one bit.

In the next moment Günther was being lifted up by a Nazi. Another Nazi stood at the end of the alley with Wilhelm next to him, both smiling. Günther felt betrayed by Wilhelm, he thought he could trust him.