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A Soldier and a Pink Triangle [Intrulogical] (Concentration Camp AU)

This one will have a heck of a lot of trigger warnings because I'm doing a research project in my English class about the history of the pink triangle. My teacher is so welcoming and actually asks questions instead of being bigoted or hateful and I love her.

TW:// Concentration Camps, WWII, Homophobia, You Get The Gist

STORYTIME!

Logan wore his uniform and armed himself proudly, or at least in a bravado of Pride, staying at his station at the gate. None of these defects were allowed to leave the camp, and nobody was allowed in unless Logan's supervisors made him aware of their arrival. Logan worked the gate because nobody could persuade him, nobody could move him, and nobody could change him. He was the stone cold man who was the warden to the prison behind him. All who go in die, after all. The gas house was just over yander.

"You are just as emotionless as they say, aren't you?" 

He was back. Logan barely gave him a sideways glance. He was the most interesting case inside the camp for the mentally ill. He bore two triangles rather than one, which made him twice as repulsive. He had a bushy mustache and well built arms. He wore an upside down pink triangle on his left breast, signifying his homosexuality, and an upside down triangle on his right breast, signifying his work as a prostitute. Normally the upside down brown triangle was a symbol of lesbianism and sex work, however this man was the only male sex worker. Nobody had ever seen anyone as mentally disturbed and sick as this man. Why did he come to talk to Logan every day? Wouldn't he be whipped? He needs to be punished for this behavior.

"Still not going to talk to me? Well, I'll get you to crack some day or another. They always crack, and you're no exception."

Logan refuses to speak to him yet again. The horns wailed and the sirens went off as another round of Jews were gassed to death. Those with yellow stars on their clothes were to be burned today, that was on the schedule. Logan made no change in facial expression, however his fist slightly clenched by the side of his leg. These people were disgusting, mentally disturbed freaks. Or that was all that he was told. Or that was all he was allowed to learn. This was still mass murder and genocide of human beings. That was what was truly disgusting. The prostitute somehow managed to notice Logan's moment of weakness.

"You don't like what you're doing here, do you big guy?"

Logan did not waver, and he wasn't supposed to move at all. He was the unmovable soldier who guarded the gate. Nobody goes in, nobody goes out. Nobody could make him flinch nor falter. He was the stone-faced soldier that all were scared of entering his camp. Even so... Logan had to shake his head no. He hated what he was doing. He was aiding in the murders of those who simply lived a different lifestyle than he, and that is dispicable. He had no choice, this was the only life he ever known. He must remain loyal to his country. He can't flee, it's too late to back out now. Logan's skin began to crawl, but he was unable to move. He wasn't supposed to. He cannot move, he cannot speak, he cannot do anything unless either provoked by violence or ordered to by his supervisor. The man with two triangles laughed, sitting down on the hard filthy ground with crossed legs.

"I thought so. Only someone with a sick, twisted mind would actually enjoy killing people in a cruel manner such as this. It's easier than just plunging knives in all of our chests and better than just killing us in the streets, but I prefer to stay alive thank you very much. Hey! I have an idea! I have a story, do you wanna hear it? Don't move If you wanna hear my story!"

Logan didn't move. If he was entirely honest he was intrigued by whatever means of storytelling this homosexual man could give him. So Logan didn't move, Logan didn't smile, and Logan didn't say a word. This man grinned nice and wide, as Logan saw out of the corner of his eye. Why did his heart skip a beat when he saw him smile? He had never felt anything like it, not even for the woman who was to be his wife once he returns home from this dreadful place.