Wounded Heart of War

World War Two 1943 August 18th

World War Two 1943  August 18th

            “Vhat are you doing here?” Acelin said as he kept looking at him in shock.

            Dedrik's shrug was filled with so much arrogance it made Acelin sick to his stomach. “Vhat do you think I'm doing? I'm a damned dog having to sniff you out, woof, woof, woof. Get it?”

            Bastard. “I'll ask again, vhy are you here? Hitler told me that I could take a month und a half off, so I'm doing that.”

            “Oh und let me guess, you don't plan on coming back.”

            Acelin figured that someone would be here for that reason. “Ja it's true, I do not plan on returning, I have become tried und sick of the blood coating mein hands. All I vant now ist to live here in peace und quiet.”

            Dedrik made a sound of disgust. “You’ve became a coward Aryan, nein you alvays vere a coward. It figures you'd runavay vith your tail between your legs for just killing some sniveling little Jews.”

            Acelin's anger mounted towards this thing who dared call himself human. But he would not lash out, if it meant keeping Rosemary safe. He would not raise any kind of weapon on him, even though he greatly deserved it.

            “Vhat ever you say Dedrik, vhat ever you say. But if you don't mind I'd like to be getting back vhat I vas doing until you showed up.” He closed the door but Dedrik's foot went in the way and he couldn't close the door.

            With that smug grin plastered on his face, Dedrik pushed his door and slid himself into the room, like a snake slithering from a rock.

            Unlike Acelin, this man didn't care what he did to people. When Dedrik explained the way he enjoyed raping a woman and then kill her brutally, made him worse than the devil himself.

            “You’re so cold Alder, und even after I took the time to come und look for you,” he said, his smug grin widening as he looked around the room as if thinking that living here would be some kind of ludicrous joke before facing him.

            “So vhat? It's mein choice vhere I live ist it not?” He narrowed his blue eyes on the man as he then continued to look around the room with a disgusting look in his eyes.

            “Ja, ja it ist but vhy here? This place looks so drab und boring. It looks like it’s a place for a poor family.”

            Acelin bit on his tongue to stop himself from saying a remark.

            Dedrik walked over to a wall that held a painting that Rosemary had done on her spare time when Acelin was still living here. He watched Dedrik sneer at the picture as if it disgusted him, Acelin wanted to punch the man in the face for giving such a look. Emily had worked long and hard on that painting and the man thought it was nothing more then utter garbage.

            “I live here,” Acelin said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Und if you don't mind, vould you leave so I can get back to it?” und so I can ask Rosemary to...

            “Acelin?” Rosemary's voice called from the top of the stairs. Turning his head he breathed a sigh seeing that she was back in her own clothing. “What's going on? Do we have a guest?”

            “Nein.” Acelin said before turning his head to look back at Dedrik. “In fact he vas just about to leave. Right?”

            “So this is vhy you vont return?” Dedrik scoffed, acting like he didn't even hear Acelin's question. “Because of some plain looking voman?”