Little Girl, Loud Voice [Hautt]

[Heidi]

Country: German-Occupied France
Area/Setting:
Beginning of 1944. A mixed forest thinning out into the field, covered in glistening white powder. Nearby, an old, weather-beaten stone fence crosses through the wood. It is collapsed in several places.
Current Time: 09:10
Weather Conditions: Cold, overcast, a bit of snow in the air. The temperature is -10 degrees Celsius (14 degrees Fahrenheit).

Translations:

"WIRD JEMAND DIESES KIND VERSCHLIEßEN?!!" = WILL SOMEBODY SHUT THIS KID UP?!!

"Ganz richtig, die junge Dame, du sollen Ihren Namen festsetzen, wo Ihre Eltern sind, und das Essen zurückzugeben, oder ich werde - " = All right, young lady, you are to state your name, where your parents are, and to give back the food, or I'll -

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The Germans slammed their hands over their ears as a high-pitched wail tore through the cold air. Birds flew in fright from the trees, for the scream was so loud, it echoed over the landscape and swallowed every bit of lesser sound in its path. Not even their thick gloves could protect their ears, and they glared at the one guilty of the screeching. They did not wake up at an ungodly hour in the morning to go on patrol to find this.

After a full ten seconds of screaming, the little girl in front of the patrol shut her mouth, staring at them with wide, teary eyes. They had discovered her devouring German rations with gusto; she was most likely the "animal" they had heard around their camp last night. The child was, probably, also the reason some of the spare rations were missing, too! With how she had been tearing into them, she was probably about as starved as they were after missing breakfast!

Growling under his breath, one of the patrolling soldiers opened his mouth to say something, but the girl let loose another scream. Once more, he flinched back, and slammed his hands over his ears. How loud could the little thing scream, anyways?! By the time they probably brought her back to camp, they would be worse than deaf. Several of them were tempted to shoot the girl and take back the stolen food, if not just to get some breakfast and finally end her stupid shrieking. With all the noise she was making, one might think they were torturing her!

"WIRD JEMAND DIESES KIND VERSCHLIEßEN?!!" one of the soldiers managed to roar over the din. His loud, angry voice seemed to do what he asked, and the girl was once again quiet, once again staring at the soldiers with those same fearful eyes. The man breathed a sigh of relief, as did his comrades, and looked sternly at the girl.

"Ganz richtig, die junge Dame," he began, "du sollen Ihren Namen festsetzen, wo Ihre Eltern sind, und das Essen zurückzugeben, oder ich werde - "

He was cut off, yet again, by a scream from the young girl, and once more, he and the others slammed their hands over their ears, several cursing loudly. They weren't shy about using some rather foul vocabulary, either.

[Deleted]

"Scheiße," Hautt exclaimed silently, rubbing his eyes as he buttoned his NCO field tunic one-handedly. With the other hand, he blindly grabbed his crushed NCO cap, looking at the totenkopf a moment and running his finger over it before setting it on top of his head, finishing with his tunic before straightening it properly. Grabbing his rifle, he exited his small shelter, his comrades already shouting in disdain. Pushing his way through the small crowd of soldiers, he closed his eyes and covered his ears as an almost supernatural shriek reached him, painful to say the least.

Opening his eyes, he saw that the source of the noise was only a small child. Rubbing his temple, he sighed and crouched a few feet away, laying his rifle across his bent knees. Hautt looked at the girl for a few moments before turning to the other men. "Gehen Sie zu Ihrem buisness, Gentlemanen, zurück. Ich werde dafür sorgen," he said, turning and looking at the little girl once more, as what men were there grumbled and shuffled off to do whatever they were doing before, most likely sleeping. He stared at the girl for a few moments, his eyes still blurry and still getting adjusted.

Opening his mouth to say something, Hautt closed it again with a snap, shaking his head to clear the fuzziness out of his brain. Yawning wide, he closed his eyes as if to go to sleep, and opened them a few moments later in the hopes the girl would be gone. She was not. Sighing, Hautt opened his mouth and spoke at last. "Ich bin Scharführer Hautt. Was ist Ihr Name, Kind?" he asked calmly, tilting his head and brushing a snowflake off of his cheek.




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Translations:

"Scheiße,"
"Shit,"

"Gehen Sie zu Ihrem buisness, Gentlemanen, zurück. Ich werde dafür sorgen,"
"Go back to your buisness, gentlemen. I'll take care of this,"

"Ich bin Scharführer Hautt. Was ist Ihr Name, Kind?"
"I am Scharführer Hautt. What is your name, child?"

[Heidi]

Translations:

"LASSEN SIE MICH ALLEIN!" = LEAVE ME ALONE!

"Sie große schlechte Nazis! Lassen Sie mich allein! Ich... Ich verletze Sie, wenn Sie in der Nähe von mir kommen, schwöre ich!" = You big bad Nazis! Leave me alone! I'll...I'll hurt you if you get near me, I swear!

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Another soldier came walking through the crowd of Germans, weary-eyed and still half-asleep. He seemed to be more important than the others, since the other Nazis gladly moved away from him, although they still shot glares at the cowering child. Upon seeing said child, the man rubbed his head, as if it was sore, and crouched down on the ground. Putting his rifle on his legs - an act which reminded the girl of a table - the man looked at his fellow soldiers, and told them he would "take care of her". At this, the girl whimpered, and shrank back, holding her stolen rations tightly to her chest.

"Ich bin Scharführer Hautt. Was ist Ihr Name, Kind?" said the new man, sounding as tired as he looked. The child, however, wasn't about to tell some Nazi her name; instead, she grabbed a handful of snow, and threw it at his face. Scrambling backwards more, she would have crawled further, had it not been for the stone wall that was behind her. To her left and right, stacked crates were in her way, blocking those possible routes of escape. She had no way out, nowhere to run from those horrible, evil Nazis.

"LASSEN SIE MICH ALLEIN!" the little one wailed, a few tears now sliding down her face. With a sob, she added, "Sie große schlechte Nazis! Lassen Sie mich allein! Ich... Ich verletze Sie, wenn Sie in der Nähe von mir kommen, schwöre ich!"

Thankfully, she still had her trusty slingshot in her pocket, as well as a few pebbles she had found by a river. If those Nazis tried anything, then she'd shoot out their eyes and noses before they could catch her! Yes, it was wrong to steal things...but she would apologize to God later! The big bad Nazis took everything from everyone; they would probably just take the food from somebody else!

[Deleted]

Hautt fell back as a small handful of snow went into his eyes, and he wiped it away with his thick leather gloves to see the child at the foot of the small stone wall a few feet further away. He couldn't help but laugh. So grumpy for one so small!

"LASSEN SIE MICH ALLEIN!" the girl wailed at him, a few tears sliding down her cheeks. "Sie große schlechte Nazis! Lassen Sie mich allein! Ich... Ich verletze Sie, wenn Sie in der Nähe von mir kommen, schwöre ich!" the girl added after a few sobs, and Hautt did not allow his reaction to show on his face. He considered loading a bullet into his rifle and shooting her on the spot, but it would mean more paperwork, and he did not feel like filling it out at the moment. However, the child might be able to change his mind, if she tried anything again.

Walking closer, he crouched once more, setting the buttstock of the rifle on the snowy ground, holding the barrel near his cheek. "Sie sind diesen feinen Morgen nicht sehr angenehm! Ein Kind wie Sie sollte zurück zu Hause sein, macht Schneeleute und hat Spaß, statt uns mürrische Nazis zu stören," he said, making a grumpy face and holding his finger up to his nose like Hitler's short moustache. "Heil Der Führer und dieser ganze Unsinn!" he cried, smiling and laughing, a rare sound, like clear water poured over brilliant crystal into glasses of ice.


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Translations:

"Sie sind diesen feinen Morgen nicht sehr angenehm! Ein Kind wie Sie sollte zurück zu Hause sein, macht Schneeleute und hat Spaß, statt uns mürrische Nazis zu stören,"
"You're not very pleasant this fine morning! A child like you should be back home, making snow people and having fun instead of bothering us grumpy Nazis,"

"Heil Der Führer und dieser ganze Unsinn!"
"Heil Der Führer, and all that nonsense!"

[Deleted]

*bump*

[Heidi]

She whimpered as the man came closer. What did the Nazi want from her? All she had wanted was a little bit of food! Was that too much to ask for?! But...then again...she had stolen it....

The Nazi crouched down on the ground, using his gun for support. He went on to call the young one "not very pleasant", saying that she should have been at home making people out of snow. Possibly in an attempt to cheer her up, the Nazi raised his finger, and put it across his upper lip, as if pretending it was a mustache. "Heil Der Führer und dieser ganze Unsinn!" he boomed, laughing like a little boy at the nonsense he made, his fellow Nazis giving him strange looks from where they stood in the camp.

But the little, black-haired girl was not amused. In fact, she wasn't even a smidgen happier than she had been a few minutes earlier. She brought her legs to her chest, and began to cry again, this time giving off the lonely wail of a lost child. The girl would have made snow people, and would have enjoyed the winter, and would have had a place to go to, but the Nazis had taken that all away. Heiliges Peter's-Hafen - Saint Peter's Haven in butchered German, since the founder hadn't spoken German at all - had been her only home. Now that the orphanage was gone, she was left to fend for herself, and steal from the bad Nazis that scared her so much.

[Deleted]

The small girl curled up, and began to cry once more. Hautt sighed, forcing a smile on his face once more. Clearly the girl had a reason to hate Nazis. Perhaps some idiotic trigger-happy privates had thought her parents were partisans? Who knew anymore? Does it even matter? No, it did not. Whatever had happened to make the child so defiant was beyond him.

Reaching into his breast pocket, he looked behind him to make sure the others were not looking, and pulled out a small bar of chocolate. He unwrapped it slowly, breaking off a small piece and chewing it slowly. He looked at the girl again, making no attempt to get any closer. For a long time he was silent, taking a few more bites of the precious chocolate, and then speaking again. "Sie wissen, haben Sie nicht zu stehlen, um Essen zu bekommen," he said, tolding up the rest of the chocolate in its wrapping, but not putting it away. He frowned, and looked troubled, but it passed and he smiled brightly again.

"All you had to do was ask." He stood up, brushing off the light layer of snow gathered on his knees. He slung his rifle over his shoulder, looking out into the cold, forbidding landscape around him. It had been awhile since the men at the outpost had eaten anything much better than rations, with Schütze Dietrich catching a small rabbit a few weeks before. Hautt had been considering going out hunting for some time, but he hadn't had much of a reason to go. Looking at the small girl, he looked at his boots and shuffled the snow a little with his feet. "Bist du noch hungrig, mein Kind?"

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Translations:

"Sie wissen, haben Sie nicht zu stehlen, um Essen zu bekommen,"
"You know, you didn't have to steal to get food..."

"Bist du noch hungrig, mein Kind?"
"Are you still hungry, child?

[Daniel Brennan]

Mod Post

No bumping, Hautt!!

CP:
Hautt!!: 5CP

Heidi: 5CP


~Dan