An Twisted Mind: Short Stories

Breath of Winter

Jon crawled on his belly, not daring to lift up his head. Jon squinted through the darkness and snow, the cold frost biting all of his exposed skin. Larzon impatiently tapped Jon's heal. Frustrated, jon turned around. ' What? ' ' so how far do we have to go? ' Jon rolled his eyes, unknowingly to Larzon or Eve. 'I don't know, perhaps another two-three hundred yards?' An audible sigh could be heard from the two behind him. They were about to approach the next set of watch towers, the bright white beacon glossed over the deep woods, waiting for an fool to try to sneak by. They had gotten through the first two fences but the real test was the 'Sentenial Towers' They crawled forward, inching closer and closer to their goal. Even the cold winter weather of Michigan was luke warm compared to the cold eyes of the occupying foreign soldiers. ' The dam blue helmets ' is what Larzon called them in private. An conversation was occuring between the guards. Their thick european accent made them stick out like an sore thumb. The guard change begun. every six hours the guards change. Two guards treaded up the snow laden metal stairs to take over. ' Eve.. pass the gloves ' whispered Larzon. ' here.. Here ' she pushed them up and Jon weaved the teared plastic groves around his hand. Larzon then passed up the garden shears, found in an car when originally clearing the area for the concentration camp about 2-3 months ago. Jon took a deep breath, calming his trembling body. ' are you gonna do it or what ' spat Larzon impatiently. ' yea hold up dude. ' hands still shaking he clamped the metal shears onto the thick metal fence. ' shit ' Jon muttered 'what now? ' Larzon responded. 'These dam shears won't cut through the wires... their too thick. Jon replied hopelessly. Eve tapped Larson's ankle. What? He questioned. ' try pushing the metal wire onto each other so we crawl under it. ' ' Eve that's dumb, don't you remember how there is like a foot of concrete?' Her tone became frustrated. 'Duh, I was part of the constructio-' Jon cut off their argument. ' Shhh Shh hey i got it, ' Jon unweaved the metal that occurs at every pole. Piece by piece fell into the snow. 'Go Jon, Go Jon' they exclaimed. The light, the white beacon was making rounds by them. over. 'Sh#t Jon the light... the light' Larzon whispered tensely. Jon looked up to his right and the bright light was akin to an meteor from the heavens. The bright light reflected on the snow. Jon squited, his eyes burning as he begun the last tie. The perspiration on his face begun to freeze. He pulled back the metal and held up the electric fence up for Larzon and Eve. Larzon and eve crawled up and bolted into the darkness. The white light bathed Jon, blinding him. Jon closed his eyes and faced the hole in the fence. ' STOP ' ' STOP ' the voices bellowed. Using his last strength he forced his arms to pull himself out the fencing. Two hands gripped his feet and pulled him back. His face being dragged through the snow. Jon turned his head to face his familiar captures. ' Hmmm I love this part ' The head guard laughed. Fast as lighting he swung the butt of his gun in the back of Jon's head. Jon collapsed, feeling the warm blood pool at the back of his head as he was dropped in the snow. He gasped for an breath.. The cold air chilling his already cool lungs. The vapor made his eyes water as he stared up at the star filled sky. ' You Stuupid fucker... you think you crawl out?' he snarled. Jon displayed an weak smile. They didn't know Larzon and Eve escaped. He thought to himself, likely the last thought he will take comfort in. 'What do you smile for American dog?' Jon closed his eyes, not wanting them to see his pain. The guards were cruel but their leader Vasily was evil. Before the take over, before the camps Jon wasn't sure someone could be pure evil but it all changed when on the first week when an woman gave birth and he threw the baby into a bag of acid. Vasily was so evil, so violent they nicknamed him Ghastly. Notorious for torture, Ghastly Vasily was feared for good reason. Ghastly spoke in a foreign tongue to the three soldiers that came. Sweat pooled on Jon's back. Two soldiers dragged Jon by his shoulders up to the side of the watchtower. They tied his hands up above his face. Ghastly walked up grinning. He spoke some more to the soldiers and they uneasily backed up, obviously not wanting to witness Jon's fate. An click resonated from Ghastly's left hand. An metallic object bloomed, its shine reflecting light gave an ghostly appearance. The knife curved at the end and the sheath seemed to be tailored from bone. ' You Americans are the same.. Weak.. weak weak' he walked closer until he was an inch away from his face. ' WEAKK ' Without warning the knife was plunged into his lower abdomen. Jon gasped. Ghastly laughed as he twisted the knife further in. Jon's eyes teared up, lacking the energy to cry or scream. 'Hmm i like when they begg.. Beg slave and i'll end it here ' Jon mustered all his energy and spat in his face. The spit dripped off his nose and onto his lip. 'You have fucked up now!' he exclaimed as he rapidly plunged the knife over and over again in his guts. After the third strike he didn't feel anything. His mind drifted away.. He thought about last year all the chaos, but the beauty. He closed his eyes. his mind brought him to his childhood, looking out the window waiting for his father to be back after another back breaking day in the granite mine. He thought about his family and friends, the good times. As his body begun to let go, the feeling of peace flooded him. For just a moment it didn't feel quite so cold.