Prisoners of Freiheit

Part 2

(Clark)

I was still sitting in this damn cell. I couldn't believe I was even considering wanting to go back out and do whatever work the German's would throw at me.

At least I'd be doing something, even though it'd be working myself to death.

But no, I was still sitting here. Would they ever let me out?

Suddenly, a Nazi came up to me. But it wasn't the dark eyed one. He tipped up my chin and looked at me intently, "You'd better watch your back, you American scum. Klaus is about on his last nerve with you."

I jerked away scowling, not saying anything in reply. Then he walked away. But wait, who was he talking about? Who was this Klaus?

Could he be the dark eyed soldier?

(Mary)

"What?!" I exclaimed, not expecting to hear my husband's name. Klaus noticed my reaction, "You seem troubled by that name..." he murmured.

"Why?" He asked, coming closer to me.

"I...I'm not telling you!" I said raising my voice.

Klaus leaned in and stared at me, he had me pinned to the wall. I swallowed and shrunk down helplessly.

I hesitated in telling Klaus that Clark was my husband because it seemed like he had a personal dislike towards him from the way he reacted.

But I didn't have to, Klaus had already put the pieces together when he saw my wedding ring.

He gave a disappointing look, but by the tone in his voice, he was amused. "Ah, so you're his wife." I shivered, his voice was so cold, I had never been so scared of anyone's voice before.

I hid my ring hand away from his evil eyes.

"What is your name, Mrs. Jefferson?" He challenged. Klaus was starting to get angry, I knew this wouldn't end well.

"I'm not telling you..." I repeated.

He grabbed my arm, "And I'm not asking you again! Now, tell me your name, you foolish girl, if you know what's good for you!" He yelled. I jerked away from his grasp, rubbing my arm. "Fine. I'll tell you..." I said, my voice shaking.

"Mary Jefferson...that's my name." I was on the verge of breaking down in tears.

(Clark)

Klaus the dark eyed Nazi. Where was he?

"Hey!" I yelled to the other Nazi soldier from earlier. "Klaus, where is he?"

"Oh, he's having an important conversation with someone." I wasn't expecting a direct response from him.

"Who?" I asked curiously.

"Some girl, too pretty to be in this place. She was looking for someone, her husband."

I couldn't help but think it was my wife. "W-what did she look like?" I stammered, hoping I was wrong. 

"I didn't get a good look at her, but she had a little cloak wrapped around her head. Her hair was light brown and she had green eyes."

I stiffened, that sounded just like her. "No...it can't be. She...she couldn't be here." My voice shook.

The Nazi laughed, "So! That pretty girl belongs to you?"

I didn't answer. But he continued.

"But, as you know, Klaus has problems with you. I'd hate to be that poor girl when he finds out she's your wife."