A Family Reunion (Otto Wolff, Lucas de Caldicot)

[w0lverine123]

Country: France (some random destroyed city), Germany (Berlin)
Current Time: 11:34 AM (first part of post), 5:16 PM (second part of post)
Weather Conditions: Hazy (in France), Cloudy with some Rain (in Germany)

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Two hours ago, it had just stopped raining, and haze obstructed what little view could be salvaged from the bleak landscape. Zack had hidden behind a destroyed tank, waiting with a dead man's Colt pistol. He hadn't bothered checking the exact type. It hadn't mattered, since all he needed was to get off a two good shots. Germans had just charged the area, and their Panzer tanks had demolished the Allies' few defenses. Only a single Sherman (with it's machine gun blown off), it's crew (minus one man), and a handful of soldiers (the majority of whom were injured) had made it to the Allied camp a few miles back. It had been Zack's chance to get to his Nazi brother, so he'd taken it and come. A pair of German soldiers had been walking around about fifty yards away, but that was to far, and there had been a Panzer with them. A distraction was necessary, but the question had been, how? And the answer made itself clear in time. One man walked over to some rubble and started peeing.

Zack aimed carefully, aligning his sights and a nearby overturned tank, still smoking. Zack checked the gun's clip. Two bullets, just as needed, but with one problem. How to kill the second man? But that would come later. First, the distraction. Zack squeezed off a shot, then bolted, stepping quickly and silently, taking cover behind a pile of dead bodies. He saw a dead baby and nearly threw up at the gory sight, but then his mind was all but dead serious.

The soldier who had been peeing pointed to the target where the bullet had made contact, then at Zack's former hiding place. The other soldier hoisted a sub-machine gun and strode over. Zack ducked and took cover a few yards behind the man with the gun. Then, without warning, he leaped out, and grabbed the gun, shoving his gun in the man's mouth. “Do you know English?” he muttered. The man, trembling, nodded and put his hands up, releasing the gun. Zack put it down, but didn't move the Colt from in the man's mouth. “Alright then. Don't talk and don't try and escape or I'll empty this pistol into you. It's got full ammo, so don't try anything,” Zack bluffed. The man nodded again and Zack removed the gun.

“You... American? No uniform?” the Nazi said quietly.

Zack looked down at the shabby gray clothes he was wearing. He'd left his uniform behind and brought nothing but the clothing. “Nah, I'm the god damn tooth fairy and this is my uniform,” Zack muttered sarcastically. “Yes, I'm American, you idiot. Now shut the hell up.”

The German man kept his mouth shut from that point on.

“Now, strip down,” Zack ordered. The prisoner had a confused look on his face, and he blinked twice. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. “Take off your clothes. Do it. Now.” Zack raised the Colt pistol again, finger gently touching the trigger. No more motivation was needed. Without hesitating in the least, the Nazi soldier took off his uniform and started on his undershirt. “No, no! Hold on! I only need the uniform, I don't wanna deal with a butt naked Nazi!” The man scowled at Zack when he called him a 'Nazi', but didn't react otherwise. Zack got out of the gray clothes and put on the German's uniform, then pointed to the floor.

The Nazi lay down quickly, and Zack tossed the gray clothes on him before lighting a match. Then, he tossed the match onto the clothes, which set fire quickly. The Nazi screamed as flames licked his back, and Zack snarled before emptying his last bullet into the man's head and tossing down the gun, instead grabbing the sub-machine gun and emptying the clip into his victim's torso.

As Zack dashed away and took cover twenty yards away, taking refuge in the shadows. “I'm gonna find Otto Wolff, even if it kills me!” he screamed, letting less every last bit of ammo towards the first Nazi. He screamed and stumbled into the flames as Zack threw the gun towards him and ran for it. He snatched up a Luger as he passed, shoving it into his belt as he went.

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A few hours hours later (you lose count after a while), Zack was out of France and in Germany, waiting for his brother, Lucas de Caldicot, to meet him at a train station in Berlin.

[lucasdecaldicot]

Lucas checked the map and continued driving down the street. The buildings looked pretty run down. He wondered whether there really was a train station up ahead. He looked over his shoulder again, eyes resting briefly on his Mauser Karbine before the soldier resumed driving. Finally, in the distance, Lucas spotted a train running along it's tracks. He looked ahead, and there it was; the train station. Smack dab in the middle of nowhere. Oh well. The German soldier parked his car next to the station and got out. There were only three people near the entrance; a fat lady carrying what looked like a box of tissues, a tall man wearing a suit who resembled Hitler, and a German soldier with pitch black hair. Lucas had black hair. And as the man adjusted a cap that hid his face, Lucas recognized the man as English. He walked up quickly and muttered, “Zack?”

“Are you Lucas de Caldicot?” the man asked in return.

“Yes,” Lucas said and the brothers strode off towards his car, each one a little bit suspicious about the other. Lucas opened the door and slipped behind the wheel, starting the ignition. Zack sat down next to him and removed his cap when hey had gotten away from the train station. Lucas could only speak basic English, so he hoped Zack knew German. His hope was soon confirmed.

“Wie ist der Name unseres Vaters wieder?” Zack asked.

“Otto Wolff. Ich denke, dass er einige Geschäfte oder etwas besitzt. Seine Wohnung ist hier in Berlin nicht sehr weit jetzt,” Lucas replied quickly.

They were silent for a few minutes, until Lucas parked the car in front of Otto's building. They got out, locked the car, and walked into the building. Zack was in a soldier's uniform, Lucas in a suit and tie. They climbed the stairs as fast as possible to the top floor. Four doors, four rooms, but only one belonged to Otto. Which one?

Lucas knocked on the first door. An old woman in a bathrobe answered. “Ja?” she asked. Lucas took a small breath and plunged on.

“Wir suchen nach Otto Wolf. Konnten Sie uns helfen?” he inquired.

“Ja,” she replied. The woman extended a wrinkled finger towards a door across from her. “Er lebt direct dort. Obwohl ich keine Idee habe, warum Sie einen Mann wie er würden sehen wollen. Er ist bis zu den späten Stunden der Nacht nie Haus,” the old lady continued, wrinkling her nose.

Zack interrupted. “Dank, Frau, aber werden wir Otto Wolff selbst sehen,” he said, and walked over to the indicated door. The woman disappeared, closing her room door.

The Englishman took a metal instrument from his pocket and stuck it in the keyhole of Otto's door, jiggling it until something popped. Then, he opened the door. They entered, locked the door, and took comfortable positions. Zack was on the sofa with his hand resting on his stolen Luger. Lucas was leaning on the wall across from the door. And then all was silent as they waited for a German businessman who happened to be their father.

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“Wie ist der Name unseres Vaters wieder?”
What is our father's name again?

“Otto Wolff. Ich denke, dass er einige Geschäfte oder etwas besitzt. Seine Wohnung ist hier in Berlin nicht sehr weit jetzt.”
I think he owns some businesses or something. His apartment is here in Berlin, not very far now.

“Wir suchen nach Otto Wolf. Konnten Sie uns helfen?”
We're looking for Otto Wolf. Could you help us?

“Er lebt direct dort. Obwohl ich keine Idee habe, warum Sie einen Mann wie er würden sehen wollen. Er ist bis zu den späten Stunden der Nacht nie Haus-.”
He lives right there. Though I've no idea why you'd want to see a man like him. He's never home until the late hours of the night.

“Dank, Frau, aber werden wir Otto Wolff selbst sehen.”
Thanks, ma'am, but we'll see to Otto Wolff ourselves.

[Otto Wolff]

It was already dark when Otto finally steered the Mercedes on a familiar street and stopped the vehicle next to the curb. The dark-haired man moved away the sleeve of his coat to try and see the time on his wristwatch, but it was too dark. With a mutter and a sigh, the man snatched a leather briefcase from the other seat before getting up from the car.

A black paw slammed on the inside of the rear side window of the car, followed by a long and mournful mixture of a whine and a howl. Poor Luger had never liked travelling in a car and the Doberman was most likely carsick already, although the drive from work to home was not that long. Otto shook his finger at the dog before opening the door for him, quickly grasping hold of the dog leash before the Doberman jumped out.

Luger landed on the street, shook himself vigorously and looked around himself as if expressing his relief of finally being free from the tortures of the infernally loud metal box. The dog glanced at Otto scornfully and Otto sighed at the Doberman. "Ja, ich weiß dass Sie den Mercedes nicht mögen, Luger, aber ich habe nicht Zeit um Berlin den ganzen Tag gerade wegen Ihrer spazieren zu gehen," Otto told the dog, knowing well that he might have seemed insane talking to an animal, but there was nobody nearby to witness Otto's antics.

Making sure that the car doors were locked, Otto and Luger made their way to the old building. Otto was wearing his civilian clothes today, which included a pair of expensive shoes, a neat black suit and his dark long coat which reached him just about to his knees. In his dark clothing the tall and serious man appeared quite intimidating and the sleek Doberman beside him only enhanced that image. Otto's age had recently started to show itself and his hairline had started slowly receding and some new lines seemed to appear on his face each time Otto looked into the mirror. Of course, Otto wasn't really that old and he would look at anyone calling him an old man very sourly indeed.

Otto stopped at his door with a sigh and searched for his keys for a moment. The door opened with a click and the Doberman pushed himself inside the apartment before the door was even fully open. It was dark inside the apartment and Otto switched on the lights in the hallway once he was inside. A low growl emitted from Luger and the dog stood in the hallway stiffly, sensing that something was not quite right. Otto frowned and quietly dropped his suitcase next to the shoes. Luger had never behaved like this before, so the Doberman must have sensed something.

It was a large apartment, the hallway only showing parts of the kitchen and the corridor that lead to the other rooms. From the hallway he could not see into the living room and Otto stepped slowly into the corridor, grasping for his handgun as he did so. The Doberman now pulled against the leash vigorously and Otto had to wrap the leather leash around his hand a few times to stop the dog from just dashing into the corridor.

Otto snapped off the safety of the gun he held in his hand and peered around the corner to see into the corridor. He could only see a small part of the living room from here and it was quite dark, so Otto made his way carefully into the wide corridor and towards the living room at the end of it. The Doberman was pulling against the leash more vigorously with each step Otto advanced towards the living room and the dog growled low in his throat, eager to attack these intruders who clearly did not belong in it's master's house.

As they got to the end of the corridor, the Doberman barked angrily and Otto had to tug sharply o the leash to restrain the animal. Otto's expression was full of surprise when he saw the intruders, both obviously young men, the other one a German soldier and the other one wearing a plain suit. They were certainly not burglars, for the other man was casually sitting on the sofa and the other one was leaning against the wall, as if they had just been waiting for him.

"Sie haben zehn Sekunden um mir zu erzählen worin Sie hier tun, bevor ich von dieser Leine lasse gehen," Otto growled a low warning, making sure that the men also noticed that Otto was carrying a Luger in his other hand. He did notice that the other man seemed to have a weapon of his own and for a moment Otto wondered if the men were actually here to kill him. Whatever they were here for, Otto kept his expression unchanged and cold, already calculating how he might best survive the situation.


Translations:

"Ja, ich weiß dass Sie den Mercedes nicht mögen, Luger, aber ich habe nicht Zeit um Berlin den ganzen Tag gerade wegen Ihrer spazieren zu gehen."
"Yes, I know you do not like the Mercedes, Luger, but I do not have time to walk around Berlin all day just because of you."

"Sie haben zehn Sekunden um mir zu erzählen worin Sie hier tun, bevor ich von dieser Leine lasse gehen."
"You have ten seconds to tell me what you are doing in here before I let go of this leash."

[w0lverine123]

Zack heard the door click, as the lock was removed. He heard growling, followed by slightly heavy footsteps that belonged to one of two possibilities; there was the unlikely chance that a burglar was attempting to break in, or the far more likely prospect that their father had come home. A large, sleek Doberman bounded into the room first, and Zack cocked his stolen Luger, preparing to shoot the dog, but Lucas raised a finger for a split second, stopping his brother, and drew a combat knife from a hidden pocket on his own suit. That's when a large man that greatly resembled Lucas entered the room, holding the dog's leash. The dog was barking and tugging at it's leash to attack it's masters' sons. The man, who Zack assumed was Otto Wolff, had a Luger pointed at them. Lucas took a step forward, but the man started talking.

“Sie haben zehn Sekunden um mir zu erzählen worin Sie hier tun, bevor ich von dieser Leine lasse gehen,” he warned, seeming to growl at the men that he probably didn't know were his own children. Zack raised his gun.

“Sie werden lassen gehen von dieser stinkenden Promenadenmischung? Lassen Sie mich Sie auf einem Stückchen der Information einlassen; zuerst von haben Sie eine Pistole. Sie brauchen nicht einen Hund. Sekunde von, ich habe eine Pistole, und wenn Sie veröffentlichen, streunt das fleabag, ich werde es zu Bit blasen,” Zack threatened, pointing his gun at the dog and hoping that his dad cared enough about the dog to not fire his own pistol.

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“Sie werden lassen gehen von dieser stinkenden Promenadenmischung? Lassen Sie mich Sie auf einem Stückchen der Information einlassen; zuerst von haben Sie eine Pistole. Sie brauchen nicht einen Hund. Sekunde von, ich habe eine Pistole, und wenn Sie veröffentlichen, streunt das fleabag, ich werde es zu Bit blasen.”
You'll let go of that stinking mutt? Let me let you in on a little piece of information; first off, you have a gun. You don't need a dog. Second off, I have a gun, and if you release that stray fleabag, I'll blow it to bits.

[lucasdecaldicot]

Lucas raised his finger, silencing Zack and convincing him to lower the gun. Then, the young man started talking to Otto. “Hören Sie! Bitte! Ich bin Ihr Sohn, Lucas, und das ist Zack, Ihr anderer Sohn. Wir... Geschehen... In England, 1910.” Lucas paused for a moment before continuing. “So sind Sie Otto Wolff... Sie zahlten für mein Leben und etwas anderes, dass ich wollte, und in diesem Aspekt nehme ich an, dass Sie mich liebten. Aber Sie sahen mich nie persönlich, noch ich habe Sie gesehen.”

“Tun Sie nicht Humor er, Lucas! Er verlasste unsere Mutter! Er liebte nie jeden von uns!!” screamed Zack, lunging towards Otto. Lucas took a step forward, but Zack was like a rocket, grabbing Otto's gun and attempting to shove it away with his left hand, while he slapped his father across the face with his right hand, using the gun to add momentum and a harder hit.

Lucas sighed and shook his head, swearing under his breath in German, as he rushed over and looped his arms under Zack's, tightening his muscles and lowering keeping Zack's arms extended in either side as he flailed. However, nothing Zack did had any effect on his brother. Zack may be the faster and crazier of the two, but Lucas had gained strength beyond what a normal person should have. When a girl thought he was too weak and refused to date him, Lucas had started lifting weights and eating healthier. This, coupled with the fact that he'd been in the German army since he was old enough, meant that the young man had nothing better to do than to train by lifting weights and using the firing range. Or, when he became twenty and took a month off of the army, buy a nice two story home with a large yard and balcony. Ah, yes, the fruits of having a rich father who didn't care what you bought.

However, Lucas was soon brought back to reality as Zack screamed, “Let me kill that bastard!!” and kicked him in the shin. The sheer surprise loosened Lucas's grip enough for Zack to slump to the floor, breathing heavily.

“Well... I guess you're my father,” said the British soldier quietly, looking at Otto.

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“Hören Sie! Bitte! Ich bin Ihr Sohn, Lucas, und das ist Zack, Ihr anderer Sohn. Wir... Geschehen... In England, 1910.”
Listen! Please! I'm your son, Lucas, and this is Zack, your other son. We... Happened... In England, around 1910.

“So sind Sie Otto Wolff... Sie zahlten für mein Leben und etwas anderes, dass ich wollte, und in diesem Aspekt nehme ich an, dass Sie mich liebten. Aber Sie sahen mich nie persönlich, noch ich habe Sie gesehen.”
So you're Otto Wolff... You paid for my life and everything else I wanted and in that aspect I suppose you loved me. But you never saw me in person, nor have I seen you.

“Tun Sie nicht Humor er, Lucas! Er verlasste unsere Mutter! Er liebte nie jeden von uns!!”
Don't humor him, Lucas! He abandoned our mother! He never loved either of us!!

[Otto Wolff]

The young man who carried the gun answered Otto in an aggressive fashion, telling Otto that if he would release the dog, he would shoot the animal down. Otto could hear from the way that the man spoke German that it was not his original language, but he could not quite pinpoint his possible origins. Otto was going to tell him that he doubted if the man would be fast enough to pull the trigger before the dog already would have his teeth on his throat, but there was no time for that as the young man in the suit was now speaking.

“Hören Sie! Bitte! Ich bin Ihr Sohn, Lucas, und das ist Zack, Ihr anderer Sohn," the man said and Otto just stared at him in disbelief. His son was here? And what was with this "other son"? There were two sons? Otto's eyes glanced from Lucas to Zack, his mind working furiously to remember the time he had spent in England, it had been such a long time ago. Sure, he had known about Lucas, he had received a message from the orphanage about him. Otto had paid for his upkeep and tried forgetting about the whole thing the best he could, but he had never had any idea that the boy had a twin-brother. Of course, he had been never in touch with the boy's mother after he had left her in England and gone back to München, so there would have been nobody to tell him about his other son, either.

The man blinked and stared at the two men, occupying himself for a while with calming the Doberman down and commanding it to sit. The dog sat down and seemed hesitant of these two men, who still seemed like a great threat to it's master. Still, Otto had the dog under control and the animal sat hesitantly on the floor, eyeing the uninvited guests carefully.

“So sind Sie Otto Wolff... Sie zahlten für mein Leben und etwas anderes, dass ich wollte, und in diesem Aspekt nehme ich an, dass Sie mich liebten. Aber Sie sahen mich nie persönlich, noch ich habe Sie gesehen," Lucas said and Otto still could not find anything to say to this man, even though he had introduced himself as his son.

“Tun Sie nicht Humor er, Lucas! Er verlasste unsere Mutter! Er liebte nie jeden von uns!!” Zack let out a yell, suddenly attacking Otto. Even the Doberman did not anticipate the attack and the man went for Otto's handgun, trying to pry it away from him. Zack's hand connected with the left side of Otto's head, the blow dazing him for a few seconds. Only because Otto still had a good hold of the Doberman's leash and because Lucas grabbed hold of his brother and pulled him away, did Zack avert the Doberman's sharp teeth. Powerful jaws snapped shut in the air just an inch away from Zack.

The dog barked madly as Otto pulled the animal away, the force of the hit now sending sharp waves of pain surging through Otto's head. "Luger, platz!" Otto managed to hiss and he dragged the agitated dog a good way away from the young men. Zack had yelled something about "killing that bastard" in English, his words of course aimed towards Otto. The man had now slightly calmed down and had slumped down on the floor. “Well... I guess you're my father," was the only thing he said now and Otto had to blink his eyes a few times to see clearly again.

Without saying anything, Otto held the other side of his head and forced the Doberman with him back towards the corridor. He opened the bathroom door, pushed the dog inside the room and slammed the door shut quickly, leaving the dog trapped in the bathroom for the time being. Staying in the corridor for a moment, he rubbed his aching head with a sigh and tried to clear his thoughts. What was going on? What might these men, his sons, want from him after all these years? Otto could only guess, he had not really anticipated that one day he would come face to face with his past.

After placing his handgun back in it's holster, he returned back into the living room and regarded the two young men with a grave look on his face. "Meine Söhne, dann..?" was the only thing he could manage to say for now and Otto frowned as he thought the revealation over. "Ich wusste nur über einen, ich wusste nicht, dass... es einen anderen gab."

Still rubbing his sore temple from the spot where Zack had hit him, Otto thought for a moment and then proceeded to switch on the lights in the room so that he could better regard the men. Well, the other one might have certainly looked like him, the one that Otto now knew was Lucas. The other one was far too reckless and uncontrollable to Otto's liking and by the sound of it, he had been brought up back in England. "I can only assume that you stayed behind in England then?" Otto raised an eyebrow, his English had a strange accent to it, one that certainly was not a typical German one. His R's were soft and the language seemed to flow easily for Otto, and it was obvious he must have had a lot of practice speaking English before. Otto's English had a smooth and slightly slurring sound to it and his voice was low and calm as he spoke.

Otto took a few restless steps around, regarding these two men from under his brows. They were strange and unknown to him and right now he could not really find any fatherly feelings towards these young men. Of course, he did not know them at all, he had not seen them grow up, he had not ever met them. How could he even begin thinking that these two were his own sons?

Just thinking about the whole mess made Otto's head ache even more and he winced slightly. Trying to find his next words, Otto cleared his throat and glanced at the man who had just previously attacked him. "So... You came to Germany to fight for the Reich?" he asked Zack. Obviously this had to be so, for he was wearing the uniform of a German soldier and it would have been something that Otto would have really expected his own son to do.

Translations:

"Luger, platz!"
"Luger, down!"

"Meine Söhne, dann..?"
"My sons, then..?"

"Ich wusste nur über einen, ich wusste nicht, dass... es einen anderen gab."
"I only knew about one, I did not know that... there was another one."

[Zelda Wolff]

[OOC: I hope you don't mind me jumping in. It is a family reunion after all .]

Zelda had been out that day with all her worries and fame. She was out in the city living her fame. Although sadly, it had been raining all day. She had visited her mother that day and had also visited her sick grandfather at the hospital. It was a dreadfully tiring day for her too. There was too much work to be done and very little time. Otto wanted her home quite early that evening, just like any evening. She sighed. She kept her profile low holding up her black umbrella as walked down the streets of Berlin underneath the dreadful rain. Nothing could ever fight her fame away and she was loving it more and more. Everywhere she glanced, she could see her pictures on billboards and newspapers. It was a spectacular feeling.

Her famous heels clicked as she stumbled down the street trying to get rid off the raindrops that kept pounding on her black umbrella. She was making her way home. She stopped next to a certain stand on her way. It was a flower stand. The apartment needed a lift of happiness. It was terribly dull those days. She glanced towards the man behind the stand, smiling, although still trying to keep a low profile on. "Guten Abend Herr. Ich würde einige Tulpen und roses bitte lieben," The man nodded but then took a good look at her. "Oh meine liebe Güte. Ist es Sie? Ist es wirklich Sie? Fräulein Zelda Wolff?" Zelda slightly turned around rolling her eyes but then turned back to look at him. "Oh nein. Sie müssen verwechselt werden." She said calmly. The man shook his head. "Oh nicht vergesse ich nie ein Gesicht, mein liebes. Aber bitte wenn Sie nicht achthaben, kann ich bitte haben Ihr Autogramm?" Zelda gave him the money. "Ich muss wirklich Herrn auf die Beine bringen. Aber gerade es bis zu Ihnen zu machen, erinnern Sie sich, dass ich hier einmal einkaufte." She slight smiled and then walked away. [Translations:[1] Good evening sir. I'd love a few tulips and roses please. [2]Oh my dear goodness. Is it you? Is it really you? Miss Zelda Wolff? [3] Oh no you must be mistaken. [4] Oh no I never forget a face, my dear. But please if you don't mind, can I please have your autograph? [5] I really must get going sir. But just to make it up to you, remember that I shopped here once.]

She finally had approached the big dull building. She nodded towards the Nazi soldier whom stood near the doorway and made her way in. Breathing in slightly she began making her way up the narrow staircase. She didn't know what to expect but she figured probably the usual. A few orders here and there and then plainly, a kiss goodnight. She had approached their door, slightly turning the knob. The door creaked open as she made her way inside hanging her coat on the hanger and leaning her umbrella against the wall. She yawned ignoring the movements around her. She was just so dreadfully tired.

At the corners of her blue eyes, she could see figures. It was probably just Otto. "Guten Abend, Liebling," She addressed her husband as she walked into their bedroom. A few minutes later she walked out. It wasn't just her husband. There were two other people. She arched an eyebrow. It was a fairly uncomfortable atmosphere. She turned to Otto with giving him a puzzled look and then glanced back towards the two young men. "Guten Abend," She addressed them formally nodding with a soft smile stretching across her face. She couldn't be rude. It was just too uncomfortable to be rude. [Translations" [1] Good evening, Darling.]