The Impossible ||| l.h

★彡Kapital 12

Sie/her
December 24,1943
Frankfurt, Germany

I breath heavily as I hide behind a big tree. Another shot hits the tree and I smirk. Slowly, I bend down and grab a handful of snow. Then, in a blink of an eye, I turn and throw the snow at my opponent. I grin once I see I made my target, Luke's face. I bend once more to the ground, grabbing the snow and aiming at Luke's temporarily blind face again.

"Birgitta, okay, Bir-Birgitta! I give up, I give up!" Luke says putting up his hands in defeat, closing his eyes from the cold snow.

A wide smile finds my face as I go to secure my opponent.

Suddenly, Luke's eyes open and the next thing I know, Luke jumps to grab me and we both fall on the deep snow.

I push him off me as we both laugh uncontrollably.

"You're such a ruffian." I say in my native tongue.

"And you're no ordinary girl." He smiles.

"Hey,ruffian, want to make a snow angel?" I grin.

"I thought you'd never ask."He says, laying down and putting his body into motion.

I laugh as I remember how we used to do this back before the war. Laugh and play in the snow until our fingers went numb.

My thoughts continue as I lay on the ground, staring up at our tree. Memories filled my mind about what happened at this tree. Then, one particular memory stuck out in my mind. The night I found Ashton. I haven't seen him since Luke came yesterday. I wonder if he's hungry? I left him my left overs, surely that should last him a couple of days, right?

Luke breaks me out of my thoughts when he kicks some snow onto my face.

"Hey! I yell as I stand carefully, so not to break my angel.

I look at Luke and see his uniform and jacket are soaking wet from the snow.

"Your clothes are all wet, Luke. We better go home and dry them off. You can't be dying of sickness" I say. "But it beats getting shot." I continue, tears slightly brimming my eyes.

"Hey now, neither of those are going to happen." Luke says, grabbing my arm.

I begin to walk, "Of course not." I give a small smile.

"Come, on, Birgitta, through the town we go!" He says, linking his arm in mine as he walks and laughs.

We walk and laugh through the town, telling each other jokes. It was a small ray of sunshine for me, those jokes, in an awfully dull and dark world.

"Okay, this one's a good one." I grin wildly as I begin my joke. "What is brown and sticky?"

Luke ponders it for a moment as we walk on the cobblestone streets of Frankfurt.

"I have no idea, what?" He finally says.

I giggle, "A sti..." My voice trails off as I see something in the distance.

Luke looks at me and then in the direction I'm looking at and doesn't speak.

Far down the road, hundreds of people come up the street. People as far as the eye can see. They all were walking at a slow pace, gaurds surrounding them. All of their head were shaven and they looked like walking skeletons. They all had matching black and white, striped uniforms. There was a sign above their hearts, but I couldn't see it clearly. I was much to mortified by their faces.

Other people on the roads begin yelling hateful things to the people walking down the road. Some even tried to start fights with those poor looking human beings. The gaurds next to them did barely anything to stop it.

As my eyes follow the people, I believe they are all male, even a few male children tagging along. But as they get closer, my eyes catch with one of the people. This mans sad looking eyes bore into mine. Realization suddenly hits me that these are not only men, but women as well!. I was staring at a woman, not a man. There were women of all ages, even little girls!

My heart begins to race as the people flood in and my eyes break away with that poor person. To be honest, I had no idea who these people were. Were they criminals? Surely not, unless children have become crinimals as well.

I grab Luke's arm, in fear that I may fall from this horrible sight.

"Luke, do something." I barely manage a whisper as the tears brim my eyes.

Luke doesn't move for a moment.

"Luke, stop them." I say slightly louder, when I see a small child being kicked to the ground by a towns person. The tears begin running down my face.

Luke looks at them and turns to me. He slightly opens his mouth, but then quickly closes it. He slowly takes my hand and leads me out of there. I don't fight, but I am slightly mad that Luke didn't do anything to stop those people.

Luke takes me through the back alleys. When we are out of earshot, I remove my hands from his grip.

"Why din't you do something?" I say sternly but softly, tears running down my face.

"Birgitta, there was nothing I could do to help other than kick them to the ground as well." Luke says firmly, waving his hand. " And besides, those people are criminals." He says walking.

"What is their crime?" I ask following, the tears still falling down my face.

"Well..." Luke begins, " Their inferior birth."

"Excuse me?"

"Their inferior birth to us." Luke says simpler, not even bothering to turn his head.

"What do you mean?" I ask slightly confused.

Luke sighs, "Those people are a black splotch of ink on our white paper."

"How? They're human beings to, aren't they? How are they inferior.?" I say, running up to Luke and grabbing his arm.

He doesn't stop walking, instead he just barely gives me a side glance and says , "Look, Birgitta, can we not talk about this right now?" Luke says, annoyed, as he comes into our street.

"Why not? I want to know why!" I say, trying to keep up with his fast pace.

"My goodness, Birgitta, because the Fürhur said so! Do you not listen to him?" He says, stopping. He looks at me for a second before scoffing and walking up my porch steps.

"I listen, I just.." I try to think of the right words as Luke opens the door.

I am about to respond, but Luke gasps when he looks through the door into my home.

I run up the steps and I try to push past him, but he firmly says, "Stay behind me, Birgitta." he puts his hand up to block my entrance.

I try again to look past him. When I finally see what he was looking at, a gasp escapes my lips as well.

Ashton was standing in my kitchen with his brown, anti-nazi uniform. He wore a shocked expression, kind of like a child who had been caught stealing. In his right hand was a half eaten apple.

"I can explain."