Pain. That's all Ben could feel as he pushed the rock up the steep rocky hill. The Nazis had taken him to a work camp. He heard a scream and the bang of a gun. Another one dead, he thought. He grimaced as he put strain on his wrists.
"Schneller! Schneller! Ich werde dich erschießen! Beeile dich!" yelled the overseer.
Ben started to jog as he pushed the rock. He didn't wanted to be shot.
The pain was killing him. Maybe he should let the Nazis shoot him. No, he thought, I will not let these vile creatures destroy my family.
A shrill sound echoed through the camp. Finally, break time for the prisoners.
"Die Nummern A-C bleiben hier," called the overseer.
Ben was frightened. He was number A-31 in this camp. He lined up in number order with the rest of the people and stood stock still. Something, a noise or movement he must've done caught the overseer's eye.
"Junge! A-31, was willst du machen? Sterben?"
Ben did not want to die. He decided to compliment the overseer.
"Nein Sir! Kein barmherziger Vater, Aufseher diesem bescheidenen Lagers!"
The overseer nodded and stepped toward Benjamin. Then everything faded to black as a great pain came to his head.
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I'm Coming Home
Historical FictionBenjamin has survived so far. His parents murdered, his siblings shipped away, he has no one. The question is, will Ben survive the rest of the war? Will he too be murdered or shipped away never to be heard from again?
