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Chapter Eleven

       The next late evening, both of me and Clovis, and the rest of the young men were on the buggy. I had no idea where we were heading, yet Clovis himself wouldn't tell me either. I glanced up at Clovis as he stayed beside me, watching the pebbles knock against the wheels of the buggy.

       "Can you just tell me where we're going?". I asked him as I was sensing the hot gust smacking against my messy mug. He grinned softly, striking his brown oil-soaked hair out of his right blackened eye, "just enjoy the ride, alright?".

        I groaned tiredly, letting my head fall back over a young boy's shoulder - he didn't seem to mind at all.

        The sky became dark blue, I turned my mug away as it reminded me of my parents back home, I attempted myself to forget my focus on them - this wasn't the fair time to weep. We rolled up to a run-down tavern, the outside surroundings were dead, I assumed everyone were inside the bar. As I was climbing out of the buggy, One-ninety Six shoved me onto the ground, luckily for myself I caught my balance. I clenched my fist, watching him amble off with a few of his other brutish friends. Clovis leaped out of the buggy, and rested his hand over my shoulder, "you alright, lad?", he peeked back at the boys heading into the tavern, he groaned swiftly, "hey - it's my first time too...you know being in a tavern?".

        We both continued to wander through the grass, and into the tavern, my eyes glowed as I seen it crammed with grown woman, and men drinking booze, smoking cigars, and dancing to a small group of dark-tanned men performing. Grey smoke filled the entire place, we forced ourselves through people as they danced, luckily the bar site wasn't so much with smoke.

      Clovis and I seated ourselves on wooden stools, Clovis slanted his head back as he finished his booze shot, I stared at him, knocking one shot back myself - furthermore I began to feel nauseous straight to my stomach, "hey you alright?". He grinned widely, "go over to the washroom, you seem pale?". He watched me as I stumbled through the jammed crowd, soon enough as I slammed the stall behind me, I gagged, feeling run-down.

       To mention, it's not pleasing to be awfully ill in public, the tang itself was horrible, I don't understand how some identities could knock booze right back, and feel upright about it? Maybe because I'm still a youngster.

         Neighbouring next to Clovis, I sunk down onto the stool, settling my head on the counter.

       "I'm starting to feel sick too", he muttered, glancing around the room, and leaping off the stool with his hand over my shoulder, "I'll be back, stay here". He walked through the crowd, and disappeared soon enough.

         Out of nowhere, two young adulthood woman, an Mexican brunette, and an Australian blonde approached me after asking for a cup of water from the bar tender.  "Hey, good-looking". The brunette smiled softly down at me - damn she was good-looking herself. Her green blemish eyes were the most appealing on her mug, she stretched her palm out to me, "wanna dance, handsome?".

       I cleared my throat swiftly, glancing down at my combat heavy boots, "I-I'm not really a dancer". I muttered under my breath. As I looked back up at her, she gently took my hand, and lead me over toward the stage. I paid close attention to her feet, she leaped around me with a gentle smile across her mug, the glazy brown highlights in her frizzy hair twirled with the slight mild breeze in the room, her brown facial structure shined in the band lights - it gave me a notice of back when me and Oggy leaped around one another in the dirt roads as we walked home. I still was reminded of her ill smile in the gloomy sunlight as the night crept up on both of us.

       I shook my head, backing away from the young Mexican woman, "what's wrong, baby?". She asked, getting much closer to me - soon enough her curved nose was touching mine, I felt her warm soft lips touch my mine, I flinched slightly - enjoying the short moment. My heart fluttered uncontrollably.

      "Sorry woman, but I gotta take pretty-boy away from you for a moment". Clovis broke in between me and the girl, he clasped onto my arm, dragging me away from her. "What's going on, Clove?". I glanced at him as we roamed out of the tavern.

       "I have a weird feeling that we should leave", he said firmly, ambling toward the buggy, and quickly hopped in.

         Suddenly, a darkened carriage sped passed me as I was about to crawl into the buggy. I tripped over myself, getting knocked in the dirt, "hurry up, August!". Clovis shouted down at me as he held up a AKM at the others. The carriage pulled a quick move - it was a set up, they released an explosive in the tavern, luckily all my mates were already outside, firing back at the other side - the Germans. I looked back at the tavern, it ran in flames, the cries from an nearby brought so much rage into me - the drunken and thoughtful identities that were in the tavern, enjoying the best in their lives - vanished, it's all now ashes, and high-rising flames.

        An unknown personage clutched hold of my coat, threw me onto the ground, and pointed a hand-gun to my head. "Wie heissen Sie?". He repeated, roaring in my ear. I was confused with myself; 'What language is he speaking? How do I know?'. Clovis slashed a heavy rock at the German, and pulled me up, dragging me to the buggy. "What was he saying?". I asked Clovis, rubbing the back of my neck tiredly. "For you're name, hurry up boys!". Clovis shouted, shooting at the Germans, the boys that survived rapidly hopped into the buggy, then we were off in a instant.

        The darkened carriage hasn't showed up since we arrived back at the base. I lastly climbed out of the buggy, and rushed into the station base, I peeked in every room, looking out for Oggy. Passing through a narrow hall, I paused, seeing her clean the garbage pails, "Oggy!". I stood for a brief moment, catching my breath. She stared at me hard and confused, "something wrong, August?". A soft smile appeared on her mug.

     "We gotta get out of here, and what's so funny?". I groaned, pacing back and forth.

    "I'm sorry I just can't get over how you're hair is now, August". She giggled, continuing to clean the garbage.

    "Hurry, we have to go, Oggy". I cried, "I got a gun pointed to my head, if that trigger was pulled I wouldn't have been here warning you're ass, now let's go!". She backed away as I had just offended her of somewhat, "okay, I'm sorry", she threw the cleaning supplies onto the bed, we paused to the floor quaking beneath us. "August, what's going on?". She panicked with terror in her eyes. "Just c'mon". I lead her out of the room, we ran down the hall, and came to all the young men fighting against one another, they held their fierce, and sharpened defenses, slashing another's anatomies intensely.