EmbrExcell
August 4th, 2009, 12:00 AM
Just a short random story I wrote one day while feeling rather Omnipresent.
Enjoy.
"Hehehe.." A small laugh quickly followed by coughing came from a sitting dead man in the corner of the room..
In response a resounding "Bang" echoed through the building.
Three houses away a family begged for their lives whilst confronted by three German soldiers. Roughly translated they would have been trying to compromise with the soldiers, and grab their prized belonging and leave.
No.
Bang.
Soldiers found any excuse to kill, and dispose of..
Too young, too old, injured. If they didn't it meant effort spent on dragging these lowlifes with them to the concentration camp.
Private Robert Tuller hugged his Gewehr 41 automatic rifle close, watching wide eyed at the carnage around him.
His superior gave out an order for him to kill the family in the house next to them, and loot the house for any potential items of value.
Tuller struggled to walk over to the house, and opened the door to find a mother clasping her young daughter close, tears streaming down their faces.
She frantically began to talk, in an attempt at dissuading the German soldier.
Tuller was a simple man.. He liked pleasantry, and disliked violence..
This wasn't his thing, yet he found himself staring at the lifeless bodies of a mother and her daughter, loading his spare bullets into the damned gun.
His fear of his superiors was a powerful weapon in their hands..
He took several steps forward, hearing the floorboards creek under his standard issue boots.
As he entered a small corridor, he heard sounds echoing between the walls coming from behind him.
As he swiveled around though, his rifle was caught between the small space between the walls around him, unable to turn end over end, he was only able to watch as the civilian stabbed a knife into his chest, tears dropping from his face, for the violence that was happening all around.
Tuller collapsed to the ground as he felt his chest.
The knife had gone through his rips, and straight into his heart, nicking a lung on the way.
Short of breath, and bleeding profusely from his wound, Tuller was afraid. Afraid of the looming death, and what would happen to him.
He had sinned. He had just murdered a mother and daughter in cold blood.
Everything slowly grew brighter, and Tuller struggled to see, making out the shape of his killer running past and then over him in the tight hallway..
Then everything slowed down.. Things stopped moving.. Sounds, and feeling slowed to a low buzz, and Tuller found complete peace in this home.
Tuller would never see a video tape, as they would not exist for another 68 years, but if he had, he would notice the similarities to what was happening now, and the sight of rewinding a video and watching it go backwards.
His body rose, and the knife fell out of him. He traced his steps back to the door with precision, and two bullets flew back into the barrel of his rifle.
he felt the hard dirt under his boots once more, and then finally found himself back in the building with his lieutenant.
"Go hit up the houses next door, and take anything of value, Tuller" The man harked.
Tuller stared at him with intent.
"No."
Bang.
Enjoy.
"Hehehe.." A small laugh quickly followed by coughing came from a sitting dead man in the corner of the room..
In response a resounding "Bang" echoed through the building.
Three houses away a family begged for their lives whilst confronted by three German soldiers. Roughly translated they would have been trying to compromise with the soldiers, and grab their prized belonging and leave.
No.
Bang.
Soldiers found any excuse to kill, and dispose of..
Too young, too old, injured. If they didn't it meant effort spent on dragging these lowlifes with them to the concentration camp.
Private Robert Tuller hugged his Gewehr 41 automatic rifle close, watching wide eyed at the carnage around him.
His superior gave out an order for him to kill the family in the house next to them, and loot the house for any potential items of value.
Tuller struggled to walk over to the house, and opened the door to find a mother clasping her young daughter close, tears streaming down their faces.
She frantically began to talk, in an attempt at dissuading the German soldier.
Tuller was a simple man.. He liked pleasantry, and disliked violence..
This wasn't his thing, yet he found himself staring at the lifeless bodies of a mother and her daughter, loading his spare bullets into the damned gun.
His fear of his superiors was a powerful weapon in their hands..
He took several steps forward, hearing the floorboards creek under his standard issue boots.
As he entered a small corridor, he heard sounds echoing between the walls coming from behind him.
As he swiveled around though, his rifle was caught between the small space between the walls around him, unable to turn end over end, he was only able to watch as the civilian stabbed a knife into his chest, tears dropping from his face, for the violence that was happening all around.
Tuller collapsed to the ground as he felt his chest.
The knife had gone through his rips, and straight into his heart, nicking a lung on the way.
Short of breath, and bleeding profusely from his wound, Tuller was afraid. Afraid of the looming death, and what would happen to him.
He had sinned. He had just murdered a mother and daughter in cold blood.
Everything slowly grew brighter, and Tuller struggled to see, making out the shape of his killer running past and then over him in the tight hallway..
Then everything slowed down.. Things stopped moving.. Sounds, and feeling slowed to a low buzz, and Tuller found complete peace in this home.
Tuller would never see a video tape, as they would not exist for another 68 years, but if he had, he would notice the similarities to what was happening now, and the sight of rewinding a video and watching it go backwards.
His body rose, and the knife fell out of him. He traced his steps back to the door with precision, and two bullets flew back into the barrel of his rifle.
he felt the hard dirt under his boots once more, and then finally found himself back in the building with his lieutenant.
"Go hit up the houses next door, and take anything of value, Tuller" The man harked.
Tuller stared at him with intent.
"No."
Bang.