Hero

Chapter Thirteen: Nap

"I don't know, I'm tired. Let's take a nap." Günther smiled flopping over onto Wilhelm's shoulder. Wilhelm looked down at Günther and sighed.

"I guess we can take a nap, but let's go up to my room." Wilhelm said as he waited for a response. Günther just wanted to sleep, he was waren and didn't want to move.

"Sure." Günther mumbled in response, his sleepiness enveloping him. Wilhelm sighed and got up making Günther fall to the couch cushion. Wilhelm crossed his arms looking at Günther with a scowl deep in his expression.

"I am not carrying you Günther, you want to nap you go upstairs by yourself." Wilhelm grumbled pointing a finger at him as if he were a parent giving a lecture. Günther groaned, angry but stood from the couch and marched upstairs. Wilhelm followed him to make sure he wouldn't fall. Günther made it all the way to Wilhelm's room before he fell on the bed and bounced with it. Wilhelm walked in after him and sat at the window after he closed the door.

He looked out to the town and smiled. It was so beautiful, he loved it there in Berlin. The Nazi flags flew on the tops of the buildings making them flawed. The beauty of Berlin faltered from the sight of those god forsaken flags. What he didn't know was that those flags won't fly ever again after the war ended. Wilhelm looked over at Günther, his soft breath blew lightly as he slept. He appeared to be a peace with the world, as the war wasn't happening and like he never lived on the street. Wilhelm smiled, Günther's peaceful sleeping appearance put his thoughts at ease. His eyes fluttered shut as he drifted off into dreamland with Günther.

Günther walked through a white hallway. It was a blinding shade of white that made his brown eyes squint as a last resort to see the end of the white hallway. That was when he heard it. His mother calling to him. Günther beamed, small tears started falling as he sprinted down the hall.

"Mama! Mama!" Günther cried out as he reached the end. His mother wasn't in sight, making him frown and cry more.

"Günther sweetie, don't cry my beloved son. I'm here, don't cry. I'm here." Günther felt comforting arms wrap around him in a warm hug. He smiled, he knew it was his mother. He hugged back and cried into their shoulder. Günther took a deep inhale of his mother's lovely smell. Even though they were homeless, she always seemed to smell like cornflowers in bloom. His comfort level raised and Günther relaxed in her arms.

"I miss you mama." Günther said sniffling. Her warm hands wiped his tears away as she knelt down to him. She kissed his forehead and smiled at him. Her brown locks wavy and large. Her eyes the same hazel as always and her smile equally bright.

"It is okay Günther. Even though you can not see me. I'm here. You have Wilhelm to help you through your tough times now. His mother and nanny will help as well. I love you." She kissed his forehead again before she disappeared. Günther smiled with a nod before he fell to him knees and bowled.

"I love you too." He cried out and pounded the ground with small raging fists.

Wilhelm found himself watching a horrifying sight. The S.S soldiers fired guns at innocent people walking down the streets. They didn't do anything wrong. They were just walking down the street. The soldiers smiled and laughed as they unloaded their guns on these citizens of Berlin. The once beautiful skies, were black with smoke from the burning buildings. All he saw was the Nazi flags flying on every building, all statues, everywhere.

Large tears swelled up in Wilhelm's eyes as he watched in horror, the destruction of him beloved home. He spotted a man that looked so familiar to him. That was when he realized the man he saw was his father. His loving father was with all the other S.S soldiers killing the innocent. He lost all ability to stand when he watched them shoot a mother and her infant child.

Wilhelm's eyes were wide and full of shock, fear and rage. If no one was going to stop this insanity he would. He grabbed a brick from one of the fallen buildings and ran towards the soldiers. He whacked one over the head with the brick, losing grip of it and grabbed at the gun of another. A loud bang behind him called out and he dropped to his knees.