Who Are You (A Kaulitz Twins Story)

Chapter One

Bill’s POV

Director- GET UP, BASTARD! I got a kick to my stomach. The year is 1943 and my name is Bill Kaulitz. My parents were discovered of keeping Jews in our home. My Mom and Dad were killed when I was only 7 months old. I was always alone. They raised me to be a warrior. I was only 13 years old and I already knew 5 fighting styles. I was trying to sleep because I had been up all night. My face hurt from the brutal fighting. I stood to my feet and the director slapped me.

Director- When you are told to do something, do it.

Bill- Yes, Herr Juiletz.

Director- Go run laps. I went over to the track and started to jog around it. I was in great physical fitness and I knew why. In 2 months, their putting me in the arena for a battle. I had to fight my opponent and try to win without dying. If I lose, I die. I have never lost I am responsible for the death of over 70 men. I hate my life but it’s either this or, die by the hand of Hitler. He set this all up and it made me sick. He personally watched every fight and found it entertaining. I hated it but I really had no choice. I wonder who my opponent is going to be tonight.

Tom’s POV

13 years of grueling training and tonight I battle the undefeated champion of Austria. I am going to slaughter him in the arena and make him wish he was dead. Then grant his wish and kill him and make my director proud of me. He has been training me for 13 years and I can take down anyone. I am going to kill my opponent and make him beg for his mother.

Director- Are you ready for your battle?

Tom- I was born ready, Herr Liezpeg.

Director- Good, remember don’t give you opponent the oppurtunity to beat you.

Tom- I know, I will kill him before he even lifts his hands. We got into the truck and we started our drive to the arena. A place where blood is spilled and people lose their lives. I was pumped. I am going to be the champion and then I will achieve my goal and leave Austria. I am not going to die a loser.

Bill’s POV

We were driving to the arena. I was so scared. I didn’t want to die, I wanted to go home and cuddle with my blanket and sing to myself. I wanted to be by myself. I didn’t want to fight anymore. It wasn’t fair. I closed my eyes and I saw my mom’s bloody face. My eyes quickly popped open and I looked around. I was still in the truck with the other contenders. Only one of us would be going home tonight. I knew it, if we lose or Hitler gave us a pass we were killed regardless. I swallowed my fear and looked out the window. The cheering of the spectators got louder. This was their enjoyment. This was their fun. They watched teenage boys kill each other.

Director- Bill! You have the last match. You’re going against a kid named Tom, understood?

Bill- Yes, sir.

Director- Good, now get your ass out of the truck. He pushed me out and I fell on my face. The other guys laughed at me and I stood up and followed behind them in line. We got into the arena and I sat down on the bench. We got in order of our fight time. I was last. I was sitting next to this bony kid who looked about 10. We had to watch all the matches on this huge screen and watching people die, isn’t exactly a past time of mine.

???- Hi.

Bill- Hey.

???- My name is Keb.

Bill- Nice to meet you. The guards came out and chained us to the bench. They didn’t want us running away.

Keb- I’m up before you.

Bill- But you’re so little?

Keb- I have to fight. My dad was murdered while sneaking bread out of the kitchen. They made me fight.

Bill- How old are you?

Keb- 10.

Bill- This sport is barbaric.

Keb- It’s our life’s misson.

Bill- I know. I wanted to get a nap in before the fight so I dozed off. I was in my house during the search. I was trying to find my mom and then I saw her dead on the floor. I freaked and then saw my dad and another family there dead as well. I opened my eyes and saw that Keb had gone up. I watched his match on the screen. The kid came out and grabbed his head and snapped it. I had to stop myself from gasping. Keb was pronounced dead on the spot. That meant I was next. The guard unchained me and led me out to the slaughter.

Announcer- And now here live at our fair arena, we have Herr Kaulitz the undefeated champion; looks like this kid wants to live. His opponent is no other than Tom, The kid who murders with his bare hands. This other boy came out and he looked just like me. He had his hair in a ponytail and he had this angry look in his eyes. I tried to look away but I couldn’t. They brought us close and he looked at me with the same look I was giving him. They rung the bell and we didn’t touch each other.

Tom- Who the fuck are you?! Why do you have my last name?!

Bill- I should ask you the same thing?! He punched me and I threw him on the floor. I got on top of him and started hitting him harder and harder. I wanted to live. It was all about survival. Suddenly, I felt wrong and I jumped off of him. Tom wiped the blood of his face.

Tom- NOW YOUR DEAD MEAT, BASTARD! He charged at me and I flung him at the wall. He didn’t get up after that. He just laid there.

Tom- Kill me please. I can’t go back a failure. I sighed and walked over to him. I was all ready to kill him and then I just couldn’t. I felt as if I knew him. As if we were family or brothers.

Bill- No, I can’t. I don’t know why but I feel as if I know you somehow. I can’t bring myself to murder you.

Announcer- What are you doing? Fight!

Bill- No! You don’t own us! I helped Tom get back on his feet and I pulled him out of there. I ran with him behind me along with dozens of security.

Tom- We can’t escape.

Bill- We’ll escape trust me. I had to escape I had to run away from all that. From my horrible past. There was blood on my hands and I wanted to wash it away. Saving Tom will wash some of the blood from my hands and help me start fresh, but who was he and why did I love him this way?