Schwarz Mitternacht

Hours into their rest, Vincent wakes up suddenly when he hears crying from close by. He notices Reno curled up in a damp corner.

Reno: *Holds on tightly to his knees, woken up by a nightmare of his lost lover.* (I'm 'orry, Axy! I..I fergive meh, I..I know I failed ye yo!)

Vincent: Are you alright? *He stares at Reno from his single bed.*

Reno: *Flinches when he hears Vincent's voice, sniffs and wipes his eyes.* A-ay'..Sorry ta w-wake ye, go bac' ta sleep yo.. *Rubs the bracelet against his cheek, missing the feel of Axel's hair on his cheek.*

Vincent: Do some work with the kiln. It will take your mind off of your bad dream.

Reno: I'm ta tired ta work wit' fire yo.. I'll be fine.. *Moves back to the dry area of the floor and nuzzles his bracelet.*

Vincent I don't think you'll have much time to sleep. *He stands up as he hears another pair of footsteps come towards the entrance. He sees a prisoner pushing a large wheelbarrow full of guns in need of repair towards him.*

Reno: Feck it all.. *Groans softly as he gets up off the floor, his back cracks loudly as he walks over to the loose rock and hides the bracelet again.* (I lov' ye, Axy...)

Vincent: *He takes the wheelbarrow and dumps out the guns in need of repair and loads up the wheelbarrow with the polished and restored guns he has fixed.* Help me load these...

Reno: Ay'. *Walks over and begins to load up the guns, looking them over to see how they are made.* These'll be easy ta fix yo.

Vincent: Almost all of them are Maschinenpistolen.

Reno: Ay' ay, Made 'ese before yo. *Finishes loading up the new guns before he heads to the pile of broken ones.*

Vincent: Good, because I can tell you what is wrong with almost all of these guns.

Reno: Been used ta bash in 'eads yo? *Picks up one, the handle covered in dried blood.* Ye hav' any water? I haven't drank in two days yo..

Vincent: The fresh soldiers don't know how to care for their firearms, and they end up severely jammed or rusted out. There's no water. If you're that thirsty, you'll have to drink from the puddles.

Reno: Lik' when I was a lad, yea? *Shakes his head and places the gun down before he cups his hands to gather some water, lets out a soft moan of pleasure as the cool water runs down his throat.*

Vincent: Does it feel good? We'll have to find a way to save the water soon... The hot weather is approaching fast. *He grabs a gun and begins to disassemble it with his tool kit.*

Reno: Ay'! *Takes one last drink before he stands up and goes back to the guns.* Sheep bladders would work yo..(Or..human..)

Vincent: There's a little trick I have done every summer since I've been here. There's a leaking water pipe under us that they have neglected to fix, or they don't know about it yet.

Reno: Nice yo! An' if it rains, we can leave our clothes outsid' ta soak up th' water.. *Begins to work on the first gun, his hands moving expertly over it.* 'ow long ye been 'ere?

Vincent: I'm...not sure. Three summers at least.

Reno: Shite.. (Will..I be 'ere tha' long? Or longer yo?) Tha's 'ow long I've been 'way from Erie..

Vincent: I've lost track of what day it is. I don't even know what month or year we're in.

Reno: It's Thursday , in May... 1943 yo.. (Next month is our birthdays.. No, I 'an't think 'bout tha' yo! I just stopped cryin'!)

Vincent: Three years, then. *He begins to clean the barrel of a gun with a bore brush.*

Reno: *Quickly finishes his first gun and begins to clean it up, his mind calming as he does what he loves to do.* I..hav' a question fer ye yo..

Vincent: What's the question?

Reno: One of th' gits 'ere.. 'old meh ye hate homosexuals lik' meh.. If tha's true, why ye bein' so nic' ta meh yo?

Vincent: I don't hate homosexuals... The man who worked here before happened to be a homosexual. He let the camp wear on his mind and tried to kill me because I gave my extra food to the girl who died today instead of him.

Reno: Ah, meh understand yo. Tha'll mak' Denz 'appy, I think boyo was worried 'bout meh stayin' 'ere yo. *Finishes his first gun and sets it aside before he picks up a new one.*

Vincent: It was me or him...I wasn't going to let him kill me.

Reno: I know 'ow tha' is yo.. Meh been attacked many times before.. *Begins to softly hum to himself Axel's favorite song.*

Vincent: *He shakes his head as he remembers the small girl behind the fence.* Tomorrow, you won't feel like singing.

Reno: It's 'ow I calm mehself, plus one of th' General's 'ere is havin' meh sing fer 'im.. He's keepin' boyo saf' fer meh..

Vincent: Which general is that? *He cleans deep inside a gun barrel using a bore snake.*

Reno: Um.. Peacecraft I think? He stopped one of th' gits from killin' meh when we first got 'ere.. *Sighs at the sad state of the gun in his hands.* 'is one is shot yo. Poor thin' ne'er 'ad a chance!

Vincent: Fix it anyway...Do the best you can with it.

Reno: Oh, I 'an fix it yo. Jus'a shame 'is gun is used 'ere.. *Sighs as he heats up the kiln.*

Vincent: Don't make any mistakes. And...expect a few beatings. They will punish us even if the gun's malfunction isn't our fault.

Reno: 'ey, I've been doin' 'is since I was a lad yo! I helped meh Da in 'is shop, which became mine.. *Takes off the broken barrel and begins to make a new one.*

Vincent: I'm not trying to insult you. I want to save you from a lashing.

Reno: Ay', t'anks yo.. *Wipes the sweat off his forehead as he works.* Don't worry, I may 'ot wanna but I'll do meh best work 'ere..

Vincent: *He nods and brings a barrel in need of repair to the kiln and sits next to Reno.* It's hot. *He wipes the sweat from his brow as the fire in the kiln grows, casting a shadow on the nasty scar on his neck.*

Reno: Ay', I lov' th' heat from these. Mak's meh feel at 'ome yo. *Looks over.* Wan' meh ta make that and ye 'an start on th' next one? (Tha' scar..I wonder 'ow he got it..)

Vincent: No, I'm alright. *He wipes sweat from his brow again and continues to work.*

Reno: 'kay.. *Pulls up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing both of his number tattoos.* Ye don't hav' a coolin' bucket yo..

Vincent: We do. *He moves away from the kiln and moves a large gun rack covering the dirt floor to reveal the leaking pipe.*

Reno: No wonder they 'eep brakin'! Ye don't hav' the right thin's yo! *Sighs as he walks over to the pipe and puts the still red hot barrel under it. Hisses as the steam hits his tattoos.*

Vincent: (Why does he have two tattoos?) We make due with what we have...

Reno: They're wastin' money havin' ta hav' 'em keep gettin' fixed yo.. I know they took enough from meh ta buy a bucket made of gold!

Vincent: They use the money on their higher officers. None of that money is spent on the camps.

Reno: Feckin' gits yo.. All I did ta 'et that..*Mumbles to himself as he walks back over to the kiln to reheat the barrel.*

Vincent: The hierarchy use the money to buy their new cars. *He grunts.* What a joke.

Reno: Bastards... (Maybe I'll just steal it bac' from 'em!) I 'ate cars.. I'd rather ride meh horses..

Vincent: I haven't been inside a car in years. The Gestapo took that too.

Reno: Meh ne'er liked 'em and ne'er 'ill! *Goes back to the dripping pipe to cool it down again.* Feck me, evil steam!

Vincent: Your tattoos are still fresh. Let me cool the barrels down. *He takes position near the pipe and carefully cools the gun barrel down.*

Reno: Ay'.. t'anks yo.. *Walks back over and begins to clean off the rest of the gun.*

Vincent: *He looks back over at Reno working at the kiln as he cools off his gun.* Why...do you have two tattoos?

Reno: It was my thin' fer singin' ta Peacecraft.. Th' other one is th' one he woulda 'ad.. *Stares into the fire, his heart hurting as he thinks of him.* An' I hav' four technically yo..

Vincent: I see the ones on your cheeks...Ouch! *His finger slips and is burned by hot steam.*

Reno: Feck! *Sets the gun down and pulls Vincent to one of the puddles, dipping the burnt finger in it.* Yea', we gav' 'em ta each other ta symbolize our lov'.. He 'as two tear 'rops under 'is eyes.. So..he'd ne'er hav' ta cry 'gain..

Vincent: *He hisses in pain as a blister forms on his finger.* I'm...sorry you lost him.

Reno: Meh too...I 'ot 'is number ta always 'member th' promise I broke ta 'im yo.. *Pulls it up from under the water and frowns.* Tha' need popped..

Vincent: I don't think there's anything to pop it with.

Reno: We work wit' metal yo! *Walks over to the kiln and finds a small sharp scrap piece of metal, walks back to Vincent.* Now 'old 'till.. *Quickly punctures Vincent's blister.*

Vincent: Ahh! *He quickly withdraws his hand as his blister is popped with a hot piece of metal.*

Reno: 'orry yo.. But it 'ad ta be done our ye couldn't work.. * Stands back up and goes back to working.* Meh hands ar' ta rough ta blister an' more, so ye don't hav' ta worry 'bout doin' tha' ta meh.

Vincent: My dominant hand is more rough...It doesn't really matter how rough your hands are though when it's a burn...

Reno: Hmm, guess I jus' haven't burned mehself in 'while yo. *Takes the finished barrel and screws it into place, making sure it is tight.*

Vincent: I wouldn't want you to burn yourself... *He runs his popped blister under the trickling, leaking water.*

Reno: (Tha's nothin' ta the pain in meh heart..) Don't worry, I won't yo! *Finishes the gun and begins to work on another one.* 'ot as ad as bein' shot, tha' 'urts!

Vincent: You've been shot before? What happened?

Reno: Ay', twice yo! One 'ime Axy was 'elpin' me in th' shop and he picked up a gun an' it went off and shot meh arse! He ne'er 'eld a gun before.. *Shakes his head sadly as he remembers.*

Vincent: And the second time?

Reno: Durin' meh las' robbin' yo, 'ot shot on th' way out! But I didn't lose th' money and tha's 'ow we got 'ere! *Smirks softly.* I'm wanted in Erie! I robbed ten bank 'cross the land by mehself!

Vincent: Prison would have been better...

Reno: I know.. Axy would still.. *Looks down, his eyes burn with tears.* I 'ought I was doin' th' right thin'.. Brin' 'im 'ere, he wouldn't of made it wit' meh in the slammer yo...I..fecked e'erythin' up! *Growls, kicking at the kiln.*

Vincent: There's nothing you could have done...You didn't know what was going on.

Reno: Ay' we barely wen' inta town, only when we 'eeded somethin'.. We 'ad our own garden, chicks, a cow an' some sheep..An' course our horses..

Vincent: Which I'm sure belonging to the Gestapo now. When you return, you'll have nothing.

Reno: I already hav' nothin'! Their's nothin' else they 'an take from meh yo, other than myeh life and I'll kill mehself before I let tha' happen..

Vincent: Not even faith? You...have to have some.

Reno: I lost meh faith when god let 'im die! He 'ad more faith then th' feckin' pope! He said angels were comin' ta save us, take us 'way from 'ere.. He died wit' a smile! *Tears runs down his face.* I know there's a god, and I hate 'im wit' al my bein' yo..

Vincent: If you hate God, you're hating the wrong person...

Reno: Right now, hatin' 'im is helpin' yo. If I put all meh hate in th' one it should go ta, I would tak' tha' gun I just fixed an' shoot 'im dead..

Vincent: That won't fix anything. *He returns to helping Reno clean and repair the large pile of guns that were dropped off.*

Reno: Yea', but it'd feel feckin' great yo! *Chuckles sadly as he goes back to fixing the gun. After a few moment of silent, he speaks again.* Ye hav' a lover before ye were sent' 'ere?

Vincent: Yeah...She was a German girl. She was taken to a camp as well for being a race defiler.

Reno: Oh.. I'm sorry yo.. Guess we both los' our lov's.. It..feels lik' I'm dead inside.. Boyo 'elps, he 'minds meh of Axy when he was a lad..

Vincent: You mean the child that was here earlier? He seemed like a nice boy...

Reno: Ay', 'im.. He was on th' train wit' us.. He kept me secret 'bout wha' I hid and I did 'bout 'is..

Vincent: *He nods with understanding.* I...know next to nothing about...homosexuals...

Reno: We're not different yo! We lov' lik' ye do, hurt lik' ye do.. But we hav' ta hid' our lov'.. *Sighs, looking down.* It was 'arder fer Axy an' meh.. He was meh cousin.. *Keeps working on the gun, waiting for the sound of disgust.*

Vincent: *He sighs softly.* (I can't judge him...but what he says makes sense to me.)

Reno: Tha's why we hav' no family.. We've always been close, we were born a day 'art.. It 'urt 'im at first, he prayed e'ery fer fergiveness.. But one night, he said he 'ad a angel cam' ta 'im in a dream an' said it was 'kay ta be wit' meh, it was 'art of god's plan..

Vincent: Maybe...it was meant to be, then?

Reno: *Chuckles softly.* He saw angels in e'erythin'..Tha's wha' I lov'd 'bout 'im.. He was pure, ne'er 'urt anyone..

Vincent: Angels? I see... (Keep talking...)

Reno: Ay' He loved 'em, he wished ta be one.. When it 'ould storm, he said it t'was th' angels dancin'.. He'd always hav' meh sing durin' 'em.. *Smiles softly as he remembers.* We'd dance in th' rain...

Vincent smiles sadly at Reno. They both jolt where they're seated when another group of soldiers begin to bark out orders to come outside again.

Reno: Feck, 'gain? *Sets the gun down again before he walks outside.*

Vincent comes outside with Reno and follows the line of prisoners being led by a group of soldiers with dogs to keep the prisoners in line.

Reno: (Where they takin' us yo? Damn, do they 'ave ta hav' the dogs?) *Follows the long line of prisoners, keeping an eye out for Denzel.*

Vincent: They're taking us to the showers...

Reno: Shower? Ye mean we'll 'et clean yo?

Vincent: Maybe...

Reno: Maybe? *Looks back at Vincent.* Wha' ye mean yo?

Vincent: They...might gas us. You won't know until the showers come on.

Reno: (Fuck.. No, I won't let tha' happen yo!) If..tha' starts...Slam meh inta a wall, I'd rather die from ye then gas..

Vincent: I may not even have time to kill you before the gas were to kill us. No one wants to die like that.

Reno: At 'east try, is all I ask yo.. *Keeps moving with the line, now fearing what may happen.*

Vincent: Yes, but who will be there to kill me? I don't want to die by gas either. (He's being selfish...)

Reno: Oh yea'..Fine, we'll both slam each other 'gainst th' wall yo! I'll mak' sure ye die ta..

Once inside, the Nazis begin to separate the crowd of prisoners into two lines. Reno and Vincent spot Denzel in the opposite line.

Reno: Denzy.. *Calls out as he looks over at the boy.* (Why he in tha' line yo? Is...it th' gas line, or is 'is? It better 'ot be! Tha' man said he'd keep 'im safe!)

Just as Denzel is about to enter the shower room he's in line for, Zechs steps in and guides him, and a few other young boys to Reno and Vincent's line. Bleiben Sie in dieser Zeile! Zechs shouts at the boys, as if to scold them. He kicks Denzel in the back, making him run into Reno.

Reno: *Quickly grabs Denzel, holding him close to his chest. Silently thanking the General.* (Tha' was th' gas line.. He saved 'im..) 'ey boyo..

Denzel rubs his back side from Zechs kicking him with the sole of his boot. He then holds onto Reno's hand.

Reno: Ye 'kay? He been treatin' ye good, boyo?

Denzel cocks his head and weaves it from side to side.

Reno: I..I'll ask 'gain if ye can stay wit' me..I'll give ye my share of food.. *Walks into the building with Denzel, forced to let go of his hand as they are forced to get undressed.*

Vincent: *He takes off his pants and smiles as he sees Denzel and a group of confused young boys.* (At least I know we'll have an actual shower, God bless...)

Denzel watches Vincent and Reno and begins to follow their lead by taking off his clothes. The other boys see this, and begin to undress as well.

Reno: *Folds up his clothes, keeping them together before he looks over at Denzel and Vincent. Smiles softly as he sees Denzel covering himself, a light blush on his face.* (He's 'ot used ta bein' naked infront of peopl'.. And damn, Vince is hung yo..)

Vincent: You're alright, Denzel. *He takes Denzel by his hand and turns on a shower head for him.*

Reno: Ay', Vinny an' meh 'ot ye yo! *Pats Denzel's back, turning a shower on for himself, sighing in pleasure as the water runs over him.*

Vincent: *He turns on his own shower.* I...haven't had a shower in months.

Reno: It must feel great ta ye then.. *Rubs his body, getting off the dirt.*

Vincent: Yeah...It does. *He finally washes the dirt, soot and ash from his face, revealing a still handsome man.*

Reno: (Feck! He's sexy yo! Axy woulda released jus' lookin' at 'im!) *Chuckles softly as he imagines, running his fingers through his long hair.*

Denzel washes mud from his hair and frowns when he hears screaming from close by. Tears fill his eyes from confusion and fear from wondering where the screams are coming from.

Reno: Feck.. *Walks over to Denzel, holding him tightly as he rubs his back.* It's 'kay boyo..I got ye..Jus' listen ta me voice yo..

Denzel points to the wall, wondering why he's hearing screams from not too far away.

Reno: Their...goin' ta see th' angels, boyo.. They're gettin' 'way from 'is place.. *Begins to run his fingers through Denzel's hair, making sure it's clean.*

Denzel shakes his head in sadness. He looks up as the door opens. An officer lets General Peacecraft inside. Zechs walks past Denzel. Verstummen!

Reno: *Pulls Denzel against his body, holding him close as he waits for more orders.* (I..don't wanna seperate from 'im 'gain..)

Zechs stands guard at the door and flashes Reno and Denzel a slight smile.

Reno: (He's different.. He..seems ta care fer us..) *Nods slightly to him, but still keeps ahold of his young friend.*

Schalten aus das Wasser... Zechs calls out as he leaves the shower room. A master switch is flipped to stop the showers immediately

Reno: (Damn.. I'll miss tha' water yo..) *Sighs as he feels the water stop, grabs onto his long hair and holds it up above his mouth. Drinking the water from it before he moves it to Denzel.*

An officer shouts at Reno and quickly cuts Reno's red hair off with a knife.

Reno: Ahh! (Feckin' git! Tha'.. was Axel's favorite 'art of meh..) *Bends down and picks up his long pony tail off the floor.*

Vincent: Don't, Reno... Leave it.

Reno: *Looks sadly at the one thing from his old life, letting it fall from his hand as he walks with Denzel.* I..'ate havin' short hair yo..

Vincent: I was wondering when they would cut your hair. It's their way of attempting to control body vermin. They cut my hair as well.

Reno: Ye 'ad long hair yo? (He'd look good wit' it.. Axy 'ould lov' ta of 'ad a threesome wit' 'im, e'en let 'is lass join!)

Vincent: About as long as your hair was, yes. *He bends over as he dresses in his pants.*

Reno: (Damn... He'd be a nice lookin' yo, some more fat on 'im..) *Begins to get dressed as well, then turns to help Denzel.* All men in meh family 'ad long 'air..It shows our pride..

Vincent shivers slightly as he feels Reno's eyes on his body.

Vincent: (Why do I feel that he's staring at me?)

Reno: *Finishes buttoning up Denzel's shirt, patting his head lovingly.* Ye' look good now, Denzy! I 'an see tha' nic' face of ye! *Smiles softly.*

Vincent leads the way, walking in front of Reno and Denzel out of the shower room.

Reno: *Holds onto Denzel's hand, softly humming to comfort the boy. His eyes become drawn to Vincent's bottom, quickly shakes his head.* (No, damn it! I..I lov' Axy.. I 'an't betray 'im wit' a straight fella!)

Vincent: I hope they'll let us sleep when we get back...

Reno: Ay', meh wanna 'ount sheep yo. *Chuckles softly.* (I hope Denz..'an stay wit' us..)

Reno and Vincent take Denzel to their hole of a cell. Shortly thereafter, Zechs stops by to see Denzel.

Reno: *Looks up from showing Denzel how to heat a barrel.* We teachin' 'im ta work wit' metal, he's good at it yo..

Zechs: *He smiles at the working boy.* I'm sorry for being harsh earlier.

Reno: Ye' 'ad ta do it.. T'anks fer sendin' 'im ta our line.. *Moves the barrel away from the fire to cool down.* We need a bucket of water yo, the' keep breakin' cause we 'an't mak' 'em right, the' need ta cool down after each 'eat..An' it take ta long ta do it by air.

Zechs: I've told them before. It sounds like they need to be disciplined. And...tomorrow is Friday. Expect something more tomorrow. *He quickly leaves to return to his duties.*

Reno: Tha' was...strange.. *Looks down at Denzel and smiles, patting his back.* Looks lik' ye stayin' with us, boyo!

Denzel moves his shoulders up in confusion, wondering why Zechs is so kind to him compared to the other monsters running the camp.

Reno: He must lik' ye, boyo! *Smiles softly as he takes the barrel to the hidden leaking pipe, cooling the pipe down under it.* Stay 'way, Denzy.. 'is'll hurt ye..

Vincent moves Denzel out of Reno's way.

Vincent: Is it alright if I rest for awhile?

Reno: Ay', after 'is one I think I 'ill too.. *Finishes cooling it down before he heats it up again.*

Vincent: Alright. *He fluffs the thin shirt he folded into a pillow to make it as comfortable as possible. He rests his tired head against his shirt to fall asleep, facing the cold wall.*

Reno: (Guess Denz an' meh 'et the floor yo..) *Quickly takes the barrel to cool down again.* Boyo, 'an ye get me th' gun 'is goes ta?

Denzel nods his head and hands Reno the gun handle the barrel matches. He looks over at Vincent, concerned to why he's so tired.

Reno: He's 'kay, I woke 'im up, tha's why he's so tired yo.. We didn't'et much 'leep last night.. *Takes the handle and screws in the barrel, making sure it's tight before he puts it on the stack of finished ones.* Wanna lay wit' meh? I need some 'leep ta..

Denzel nods and sits in a wet corner, happy with the cool moisture on his skin.

Reno: *Walks over and gets his bracelet from it's hiding place, lays down on the dry part of the floor as he nuzzles it.* (I..miss ye, Axy.. So much.)

Denzel stares at Reno with sadness. He takes out his Star of David Zechs helped him hide in his sleeve. He lays down on the floor and begins to suck on the cold metal of his charm.

Reno: Oy' boyo, come over 'ere.. *Reaches an arm out for Denzel, motioning for him to come over.*

Denzel scoots across the floor closer to Reno while still sucking on his Star of David for comfort.

Reno: *Wraps his arms around Denzel and holds him close, missing the feeling of someone in his arms.* Ye' safe wit' meh, boyo.. *Runs his fingers over the bracelet as he closes his eyes.*

Denzel grunts softly in happiness as he begins to fall asleep.

Reno: *Rests his chin on top of Denzel's head, holding him tightly as he begins to fall asleep.* (He's..just lik' ye, bonnie..)

Early in the morning, Zell sets out on his shift. He sneaks contraband to the prisoners on his route. He reaches the cell where Vincent, Reno, and Denzel are sleeping.

Zell: (Should I wake them? I don't want another guard coming by and them get in trouble.) *Walks inside, tapping on the dark haired man's shoulder.*

Vincent startles from his sleep when he sees a flash of a Nazi uniform. He wakes up right away and tiredly moves to the kiln, thinking he is being ordered to work.

Zell: No, no! I..um..I have food for you..Could you wake the others? I think waking up to you would be better..

Vincent nods, weary of the soldier's intentions. He wakes up Reno and Denzel.

Reno: Ugh.. Wha' yo.. *Opens his eyes to look at Vincent and sees his unease, looks over and sees the officer from yesterday.* Ay'..I 'et it.. *Sits up, bring Denzel up with him.*

Zell: Sorry to wake you, but if another guard came by after me you'd be in trouble.. A-and I have food for you.. *Pulls out some bread and dried meat.*

Denzel smells the meat and stretches his hands in the air, wanting to grab the food.

Reno: Ye' were wit' th' General weren't ye? He ask ye ta do 'is? *Takes two pieces of each and shares them with Denzel, leaving the rest for Vincent.*

Zell: Yes, I..want too.. I'll come every Friday to give you guys food.. Oh and I got these.. *Pulls out a pack of cigarettes.*

Vincent: Cigarettes? I haven't had one in three years. *He stares at the pack on Zell's hand.*

Zell: Yeah, I um..took them from one of the other guards.. *Hands them to Vincent along with what's left of the food.* I wasn't able to bring water, my pockets were full..

Reno: Feck water, I hav' fags yo! *Smiles as he looks at the pack.* I've 'issed 'em!

Vincent: Thank you. *He splits the pack of cigarettes with Reno as he fills up on his food.*

Zell: You're welcome.. I..really hate it here, but..I need the money.. I'll do my best to help you.. *Looks down at the boy with a small smile and takes out a wrapped chocolate and hands it to him.*

Reno: (He's tellin' th' truth.. He 'as a heart lik' Axy..) T'anks yo..

Denzel's eyes light up as Zell hands him the chocolate. He eats the chocolate whole.

Zell: I better get going.. I need to finish my rounds, I still have some food to give out.. *Walks to the door.* I'll see you again next Friday if I can't come sooner..

Reno: We'll be 'ere yo.. *Pats Denzel's head and chuckles softly as he sees him licking his lips.*

Zell: I'll bring some more chocolate as well, that was the last of my stash.. *Smiles softly before he walks out and goes to the next place on his rounds.*

After his rounds, Zell returns to the base to report back to General Shinra. He stands at attention in Rufus's office along with Seifer.

Zell: (I feel good; I gave out all the food!) Everything is in order, Sir! *Salutes Rufus.* Hail Hitler! (I hate saying that...)

Rufus: Good...Now I have one more assignment for you today.

Seifer: I will do it for you sir.. (He keeps looking at the new guy, I'm better than him!)

Rufus: No, I want Dincht to do this. *He stares at Zell with his evil eyes.* Judes don't know how to clean anything. I want you to clean my quarters until it's spotless. Do you understand, Dincht?

Zell: Sir yes, sir! I will do as you ordered sir. (It's better than watching more people die..)

Seifer: *Hides his anger at Zell, hating how he is getting the general's attention.* What do you wish for me to do, sir?

Rufus: Clean up after the gas chambers...You'll like that job. Take some Judes with you so you can shoot them when you're finished using them.

Seifer: Yes sir, thank you sir! *Smirks, excited at the thought of killing. Salutes Rufus before he walks out.*

Zell: (How..can he get pleasure from killing humans?) *Shakes slightly, disturbed.*

Rufus: Do you know where my quarters are, Dincht?

Zell: Um.. No, sir.. I still don't know where everything is here... *Looks down at his feet.*

Rufus: Follow me. *He walks past Zell to lead him to his quarters. He smirks as Zell follows him like a lamb.* (It'll be fun breaking this one. He'll be a soldier when I'm finished with him.)

Zell: Yes sir.. (These are much nicer than others.. You think he could spare one of his millions pillows to the prisoners..) You..have a nice quarters, sir. I'm sure your wife is proud of you..

Rufus: Of course she is... Now clean it.

Zell: Sir yes, sir! *Walks in further and begins to clean the room, picking up clothes and items off the floor.* (Do these people never pick up after themselves? Oh god! It's..his underwear, I don't want to touch it!)

Rufus: Is there something wrong? *He stands over Zell's back.*

Zell: N-no, sir.. Everything's fine.. (God, theirs stains! What..did he do to these?) *Picks up the soiled underwear with the tips of his fingers before he moves on.*

Rufus: After that, I want you to make my bed.

Zell: Yes, sir.. *Finishes picking everything up and set it in a pile by the door for it to be cleaned, goes over to the bed and begins to make it.*

Rufus smirks as he watches Zell make his bed. He grabs a broom prisoners left in his room and breaks the handle in half over his knee.

Rufus: Lay down, Dincht.

Zell: S-sir? *Looks back in fear when he hears the crack of the broom handle.* I..N-need to finish cleaning..

Rufus: You're finished cleaning. *He pushes Zell down onto the bed when Zell doesn't listen.*

Zell: T-then I'll be going.. *Tries to get up, fighting against Rufus to try and stand.* Let me go! *Punches Rufus in the gut.*

Rufus: Ouu! *He recovers quickly and uses his body weight to keep Zell on the bed.* You would hit a general? I like you...

Zell: (Oh shit! I did, I punched him!) P-please, sir... Let me g-go..

Rufus: Why? I want you to stay. (I want to humiliate him...) *He smirks as he presses the end of the broom handle he broke against Zell's lips.* Suck on this...

Zell: Sir? *His eyes burn with tears, but keeps them at bay. Tries to move his mouth away from the stick.*

Rufus: Don't you dare shed a tear. Use your mouth...

Zell: *Shyly opens his mouth, letting it enter his mouth as he tries to hold back his emotions.* (Why is he doing this? He's.. against this kind of thing, isn't he?

Rufus: That's better. *He forces the broomstick deep down Zell's throat as evil pleasure burns in his eyes.*

Zell: *Gags as the stick is forced down his throat, tries to move away from it as he feels his stomach become upset.* (No, I'm gonna puke if he goes any further!)

Rufus: Are you ready for more? *He removes the broom stick from Zell's mouth.*

Zell: P-please sir, let me go.. My..my stomach hurts.. *Coughs as he tries to calm his stomach before he pukes over Rufus's bed.*

Rufus: Why did you puke on my fucking bed? *He grabs Zell by the scruff of the neck and stares into his eyes.*

Zell: I..I'm sorry, sir! I d-didn't mean too, it.. went down to far.. *A tear of fear rolls down his cheek as he tries to look away from Rufus.*

Rufus: Get on your knees, Dincht. (I wasn't expecting him to puke...That was wonderful!)

Zell: S-sir, please.. I'm sorry. Let me clean it up, sir.. *Shakes as he moves to on his knees, scared for his life.*

Rufus: You're not even close to being sorry yet. (I want to see him purge again!) *He begins to remove Zell's pants.*

Zell: P-please, don't.. Please, sir! *Shakes as he feels his pants being pulled down, goose bumps cover his ass.*

Rufus: Shut up, or I'll report you! *He removes Zell's underwear and smirks as he presses the broom stick against his entrance.*

Zell: (No, if I lose this then I'll never get the money for Mamma!) *His body shakes in fear as he feels something pressing against his virgin opening, tears rolling down his face as he whimpers.*

Rufus: Do you like how that feels? *He presses the broken piece of broom deeper inside Zell's entrance.*

Zell: Ahhhhhh! No, please s-stop sir! It..it hurts! *Cries out in pain, his back arches as it tries to move away from the pain.*

Rufus: What's wrong with you? You can't even take this up your ass? *He thrusts the tool in harder, loving how Zell screams in pain.*

Zell: Uhggg.. It..S-sir! *Cries out in pain till his voice becomes raw, his nails digging into Rufus's silk blankets.*

Rufus: Aw, you don't like anything up your ass? Would you like something bigger? *He thrusts in the broom stick until he makes Zell bleed.*

Zell: No, it hurts! This is w-wrong sir! Please, let m-me goooo! *Screams out as he feels his anus rip, his nails begin to rip the blanket from his grip.*

Rufus: It's not wrong. As long as I don't touch you with my manhood, I can do anything else I want with you. Do you like how that sounds? (I love how it sounds...) *He rubs his growing problem in his own pants as he makes Zell bleed again.*

Zell: (He's getting...aroused by this? He's just like the homosexuals!) *Tears and snot run down his face as his body shakes hard in pain, blood running down his thighs.*

Rufus: Don't worry...I'm almost done with you. *He gives Zell a few slow thrusts to see if he'll moan.*

Zell: *Groans in pain as he feels all of the broomstick enter him, freezes when it hits something in him that makes his limp cock twitch.* Ahh..

Rufus: (Hmm...is this why the homos love this so much? Or are they sadists who like to inflict pain?) *He continues to thrust slowly to see what will happen.*

Zell: S-stop! Please, sir! Let ohh.. me go! *Begins to beg Rufus, letting out sobs of pain and scary pleasure.*

Rufus: Why? It sounds like you're enjoying this now. Are you?

Zell: N-no, I'm not h-homosexual sir! I.. I like women, please stop! It h-hurts! *His hands rip Rufus's expensive blanket, sending feathers everywhere as he feels a bolt of pleasure run through him.*

Rufus: Damn it! *He removes the broom stick from Zell's entrance.* Get out! Raus!

Zell: *Shakily stands up, pulling his pants up as he limps out of the room. Tears still rolling down his face as he passes Rufus.* (How...could he? I..hope he doesn't kill me..)

Rufus: And...Dincht...Don't go crying to Zechs. He won't help you.

Zell: Y-yes s-sir.. I w-won't tell anyone, sir.. *Limps out of Rufus's room, whimpering with each step.* (This hurts so much, but who can I go to fix this?)

Rufus watches Zell leave his room and limp away. He smirks as he stares at the bloody broom handle he used to violate Zell. He removes his soiled bed spread and lies on his back. Rufus begins to stroke himself through his pants.

Rufus: (Hmm...Whom shall I break next?) Mm... *He moans audibly as he strokes the head of his cock.*

A small girl, about the age of six runs up to the door. Her blonde curls bounce against her fair skin as she knocks on the door.

Hilde: Daddy! Are you in there?

Rufus: (Damn it!) *He quickly hides his erection behind a pillow. He tucks the bloody broom handle in between the sheets.* Yes, Hilde I'm in here.

Hilde: *Opens the door and runs inside, crawling up onto her father's lap.* Daddy, Alphonse took my dolly and threw her in those big smelly ovens!

Rufus: What? I've told him not to go near the ovens!

Hilde: He said dolly was a..um..a jude and needed to go in there! But she was my favorite dolly, daddy! *Looks up at her father with small tears in her baby blue eyes.* C-can I have another one, daddy? Bitte schön!

Rufus: He called your doll a Jude? I would never let you buy a Jude's doll! *He sighs and gives Hilde a few Reichsmarken to buy a new doll.* Tell your sister Else and your mother that daddy said it was okay to buy a new doll. Have Else go with you.

Hilde: Oh thank you, daddy! Thank you! *Hugs her father tightly, nuzzles her curls into his chest.* I love you, daddy!

Rufus: I love you too, Törtchen. *He smiles at his little girl and kisses her cheek.* The money I gave you should be enough to buy a better doll.

Hilde: *Giggles at the kiss, smiling brightly at her father. Her eyes full of love for him.* I'll find the best one! Can I show it to you where we get back, daddy?

Rufus: Sure you can. Be back in time for lunch, Törtchen.

Hilde: I will, daddy! Will you eat with us today? *Looks up hopefully into Rufus's eyes, her little hand holding onto his uniform jacket.*

Rufus: We'll see. Go tell your mother you're going to get a new doll, okay?

Hilde: Okay, daddy! *Gives him a kiss before she hops off the bed and skips to the door.* If not... Can you read me a story tonight, daddy? You keep the monsters away..

Rufus: I'll read your favorite story tonight, now run along. I want you back in time to eat.

Hilde: Okay, daddy! I'll be back with my new pretty dolly! *Giggles as she skips out of the room, heading towards where her Mother and older sister are.*

Rufus: (I thought she would never leave...I still have to get off! It's starting to hurt.) *He begins to stroke himself again once he knows Hilde is gone.* (God...I...want to break Zechs now! He's too calm all the time. I want to see him crying in pain below me!)

Rufus gasps in pleasure as precum covers his swollen cock.

Rufus: (That's it...I'll come after Zechs next. And...I don't want to use a mere tool on him...) *He takes out the bloody broom stick and strokes himself harder at the sight of Zell's blood. He bites his lower lip and quietly releases over his bed and on the broken broom stick handle.* Mm...hmm...Zechs.

~There's the second chapter! We hope you loved it!^^ Please read and review!^^~

Bleiben Sie in dieser Zeile! (Stay in this line!)

Verstummen! (Literally; Fall silent)

Schalten aus das Wasser... (Turn off the water)

Bitte schön (Pretty please)

Törtchen. (Little tart)