A Collection of Very Short Stories

Holocaust II Capture

This is a small sequel to the last short - Holocaust II.

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Holocaust II Capture

    Imagine the Holocaust. Imagine Auschwitz. Imagine the German guards. Imagine the Jews in the camp. Imagine them being ripped free of the rights they didn’t deserve, of the freedom they had no claim to.

    Now imagine the Jews having special powers. Imagine them fighting back. Imagine them escaping.

    Now imagine the Jews turning against one and other. Imagine one of them working for the Nazis. Imagine one of them using their powers to round up all the other Jews and stuff them back into the camp where they belong.

    My name is Amara Evans, I am cursed with the power of commanding and manifesting electricity and this is my story.

    My parents had handed me over to the government when I was only two years old after I managed to get a lamp to light up that wasn’t plugged into a socket. I was the first of my kind. My kind being those who have powers that work for the government. Firstly, they taught me to despise myself, to despise those with ‘gifts’ – which they told me were actually curses because the witches could use these powers to hurt or even kill somebody. Secondly, they taught me how to fight both with and without my curse. Thirdly, they sent me out into the world at the age of seventeen to track down others of my kind and to bring them to a prison.

    I’d been doing my job dutifully for the past three years and had caught many witches. I’d learned to act the part of the innocent witch who was simply helping her fellow witches to get somewhere. Usually I told them I’d take them to the safe-haven (somewhere where only witches lived together in harmony – the government had started a rumour about this place. But, of course, it didn’t exist, it was a lie).

    I smiled as I spotted it walking along the side of the road. The massive backpack it had on was a big give-away. It was obviously travelling a great distance and it was heading in the direction of the ‘safe-haven’. So I slowed down my car until I was beside it and rolled down the window. It looked at me like I was a predator about to make it my prey – not yet, I thought.

    “Hi,” I began, grinning up at it. “You’re one of us, right?”

    Its eyes widened at my casual reference to us being witches and it glanced left then right as if to make sure no one had heard me.

    “Who are you?” It asked, frowning at me.

    “My name’s Amara and I’m one of you. Watch...” I held up my hand so it could plainly see the ball of electricity I’d manifested. The ball glowed a shade of purple like lightning. I let the ball disappear after only a few seconds as I saw it relax a little. Every witch trusted other witches, it was their downfall.

    “My name’s Amanda and I can do this...” It looked at the sky and faster than should have been possible, clouds came rolling in that obscured the sun, they were a wet, heavy blanket carpeting the sky. This thing is definitely dangerous, I thought, it could strike somebody with lightning or create a hurricane.

    “Do you want a ride? I’m going to the safe-haven.”

    “That would be great, thanks,” it murmured as it opened the door and then shrugged its backpack off. “Can I put this in the back?”

    I nodded, pulling the seat forward so it could dump its grotty rucksack onto my pristine car seat. But I beamed at it and bared it. I always had to scrub down my car every time one of them touched it. Then it sat in the passenger side seat beside me and started chatting to me about how exhausted it was. So I tuned it out and pretended I was listening.

    Then something it said caught my attention.

    “...recently escaped from prison with some others but we decided to split up because we thought it would make it harder for us to be caught.”

    I was shocked into silence. Not one of them –not one– had ever escaped from one of the maximum security witch prisons. Those things went in and they never came back out again. That was the way it went, the way it was supposed to go.

    “Did you hear what I said?” it asked me, raising its eyebrows. I took a moment to compose myself before speaking.

    “Yeah, sorry, it’s just I’ve never heard of one of,” I gritted my teeth here forcing myself to say it. “us ever escaping from a prison before.”

    It grinned at me like it was proud of itself for being the first to escape from a maximum security witch prison.

    “Yep, we’re the first.”

    “Maybe there’s...hope for us yet.” I muttered, turning off down a side road. Large coniferous trees towered above the car, lining the road and seeming to stretch on for miles. Once I’d driven around a bend the main road was no longer visible.

    “The safe-haven is in the middle of nowhere?” It asked, suddenly suspicious again.

    “Well if it was near civilisation then the government would have found it by now.” I felt like slapping it, that was just logic, even one of them should be able to work that out – if it really existed, which it doesn’t.

    “Oh, I suppose that makes sense.” It bit its lip, blushing. It has more to be worried about other than sounding stupid and being humiliated, I thought, repressing the urge to smirk.

    “How long will it take to get there?” It asked, changing the subject so it could stop being embarrassed.

    “Not long, in fact, it’s only just around the corner.”

    The car drove around a final bend and then the trees dropped away all at once. An enormous compound stretched in front of us. It had a high stone wall surrounding it that you couldn’t see over.

    It stiffened in the car seat next to me.

    “Stop the car! Now! You lied to me! Stop!” It screeched reaching for the car door handle. But I’d already activated the child lock so it yanked at the handle to no avail. I pulled the car up in front of the gates and it turned to me.

    “Why?! Why would you turn against your own kind?!”

    I looked at it calmly and answered so quietly she had to sit still and stop fidgeting to hear me.

    “Because they leave me alone if I catch others which sounds like a good deal – I’d have been a fool not to accept. You’d do the same if you were in my shoes...Also, I hate you. All of you. I hate myself for being like you. So I dedicated my life to hunting down others who could hurt someone.”

    It looked at me like I was a monster, but it was the true monster. A monster in disguise.

    The gates swung open as the guard recognised me, and I drove through them. One down, sixty-eight million still to go.

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