Forgotten
Patiently the German soldier stood at the corner of the road. His dark sinister eyes hovered over the streets looking for a single life to destroy as the misty wind blew in his muddy blonde hair. His face was blank, obviously a man who had seen death countless times.
Germany had been invading Switzerland for a month or two now, mysteriously managing to get over the wall we had built for safety. I myself was a Swiss man all the way through. I was born and raised here and will never leave or be taken away by the Germans!
"Be strong Switzerland, be strong!" I yelled.
"Long live our countrymen," I heard a capture comrade yell.
Suddenly a pair of unforgiving cold hands flew over my mouth. I could feel the point of the army mans' knife piercing my lower back. I bolted in every which way. After I turned towards the left, I thought I had lost him but I was not sure, so I fled into a horrifying back ally, in a strange part of town which I had never been before. I froze. Before I entered, I saw the diseased rats infesting the murky floor. Obscured eyes stared but never blinked. I heard spirits whimpering loudly enough to wake the dead. The wind cried a song of danger.
Clunk, clunk. My thunderous footsteps echoed the halls. I felt as if I was in the world's worst nightmare, yet I knew it was real. I felt bitterness surrounding me. Piercing pain shot down my body. I yelled in fear as I felt each hair on my head shaking. Where ever I looked, chills ran down my spine, like a herd of buffalo being chased off a cliff; I had only minutes to live. I saw the moonless sky staring down at me; I knew it was a warning.
So, I dashed toward the dim light I saw at the end of that dreadful back ally, for it almost seemed like the diseased mice were chasing me, trying to pull me back in. There it was. My eyes squinted to see what the light lead to. But it was a brick wall. I couldn't go back now, I had to keep going. The spirits that had been once whimpering where now laughing at me. As the sweat ran down my face, my heart started pounding faster than ever. There it was; the 25 foot wall. I couldn't go around it, I certainly couldn't go back, I had to go over; but how?
Without thinking, I reached for the nearest brick and pulled myself up. As I grasped onto the next brick, I wondered where I was. I looked around but nothing looked familiar. By that time, I was a good six feet off the ground. I looked at the lifeless back ally. My hands started to sweat. I slowly began to slide back towards the placid and unforgiving earth.
Squeezing onto the brick I was holding, I pulled myself toward the wall. I quickly glanced around the wall looking for a brick to hold onto. There it was four feet away. It looked like a strong brick, my only hope; my last chance to get over the wall. I counted to three in my head, and then jumped! Both of my hands opened to grab the brick but as I got closer, the strange looking brick crumbled into dust. I fall down toward my doom. I seemed to fall in slow motion, as if it were a dream, twisting and turning in the harsh twilight air. Suddenly I hit. My leg was shattered.
The pain was like no pain I had ever felt. When I opened my eyes, at that moment, the whole world seemed lifeless. I felt overjoyed that I had survived, yet terrified of the shadows surrounding me. The sounds of still silence horrified me, and the reality of the cruel stone below made me cold.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard a gunshot! I quickly limped toward the wall; looking back in fear, I limped faster. I was almost at the wall when I collapsed. My leg was dead; the pain was so excruciating, so dreadful that I didn't want to survive. Footsteps broke the silence. The one who shot the gun was coming.
I instantly backed up towards the wall in terror as I pushed myself onto the wall, a brick started to move. In shock, I pushed yet another brick and it came out. The footsteps got faster. One by one, I quickly took out the bricks from the wall, separating Switzerland from Germany. I wondered how no one could know of this passageway. I looked back and could see the shadow of the man's gun pointing in my direction. With no hesitation, I bolted thru the opening I made in the wall. I feared he would chase me, so I ran further. My leg was killing me. The strange man did not chase me; he just came up to the wall and closed the opening I had made.
A terrible sense of loneliness came over me. This land was so depressing. As far as I could see, the dark spruce forest frowned on either side of the frozen water ways. A vast silence rained over the land. The area was lifeless without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not on of sadness, but one of laughter; but a laughter more terrible than any sadness. A laughter so bitterly haunting and deadly that it could only be one thing; Germany.
The horrifying landscape seemed almost alive the vines trying to strangle you. It wasn't always like this it once had a king and queen like a happy little kingdom with fruit trees at every corner. There were Children running around playing and singing merry songs. Therefore even thought it sounded like a wonderful place this century has a terrible history. No one really knows what happened that day but it made the country and everyone in it go mad!
You see one evening in the palace the king and queen had a fight about who would get the butler in the whole kingdom. He was no ordinary butler he was the best of his kind, his name was Mr. Handersindeze (hand-err-son-dez) he served for almost all of the great kings of the world, he was known for never talking or asking questions, this was a feature the royalty highly enjoyed.
They fought for hours. No one in the kingdom could sleep, for the sounds of the queen's shrieks and the kings gasp's echoed the land. Anyone who entered there room was most likely never come out again.
"You selfish horrid beast!" the queen roared.
"You don't deserve a world class maid you never even work; I serve my country for many hours each day." The king argued.
"Well instead of fighting we shall have our people decide. We cannot persuade any of the people, they must choose what they feel is right the other will be removed of their royal status" The queen suggested in an angry voice.
"Fine, I will do it. Besides whom do you think the people will vote for? Their king or the poor lonely street woman the king decided to marry?" he asked in a very confident tone.
A terrified look came over the queen's face, in anger she through his $50,000 work chair at her husband causing him to run into her dresser full of the finest clothes in the kingdom. In shock that his wife would do such a disrespectful thing to him, he took her dresser and pushed it out the widow landing on the hundred year old fountain shipped from Argentina as a birthday gift for his wife.
After many hours they stopped, not because they agreed on something but because there was nothing else to destroy or through at each other. So they left to get ready for bed the king slept in his second bedroom made especially for times like this. The queen had to sleep with the maids and servants because her bedroom was a wreck and the window was shattered from the king's sinful act of destruction.
The sun rose casting its colors across the country but unlike other days of beautiful pink and yellow clouds the sun clothed the skies with many shades of bloody red. When Mr. Handersindeze (hand-err-son-dez) entered the king's room to summon him for the people's decision, he found the king laying there dead his bed the same color of the sky's. He knew right away that this was nothing to do with heath, he was MURDERED. And even the poorest man in the kingdom figured they knew who did this. It was the queen. She was put to death by order of the country's people. The queen's maid however knew it wasn't her, for she had seen the man murder the king. He was a stubby old man full of anger and hate. She couldn't see much but she did manage to see the words Sin Hand written on his cape.
Immanently she told the army who was now in charge of the country they "knew" that no one in Germany would murder their own king so they made a goal to make whoever Sin Hand was to pay, by destroying all the country's around there own. And that's how this land became such a deadly place. The weird thing is this all happened over 50 years ago and this sin hand person is most likely not alive anymore, never the less they keep destroying worlds and people.
After some time the people realised that the queen had had a son the night before their fight, the king gave the key of wonders to his son. The key of wonders was the key to all the kings' treasures. No one knew where the king put the key other than Mr. Handersindeze. Who mysteriously quit his very well paying job the day the queen was killed. And the son was hidden in a supplies ship planed to sail off to some far away land. After a month of the king/queens death the ship the young prince was on was attacked and they assumed the little boy was dead.
By GiggleGirl
