A Child's Fate (Luther)

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Country: Occupied Britain
Area/Setting: Labour Camp

Current Time: 20:15
Weather Conditions: Cold, Clear night, Slight breeze

The trucks head lights could barely been seen in the darkness, a convoy of six vehicles travelling towards the Lager Sylt camp. Strumfelder was in a very bad mood indeed. But he also felt slightly excited about what was soon to take place. He lust for revenge, and hatred had reached its peak. They were on the Channel Islands, having been flown out there once Strumfelder had heard the news. The guards had invited him and his men to take part in the event.

Over the past few weeks, there had been resistance activity on the Islands, and as a punishment, one hundred British children had been taken from their homes, and placed in one of the several Labour Camps. Here they were forced to work on starve rations, until the activity ceased. It hadn’t. It had intensified. And so the time had come to show the British people that they’re children would pay for their mistakes. Strumfelder planned to kill every one of those children tonight. By the morning, it would be all over British news papers.

The trucks bounced up and down the road, but finally they turned into the camp. The road along a short path, before reaching the gate house. Strumfelder only had to lean out of the window of the vehicle and not to the guard, before they were on their way. The doctor grinned, at the though of one hundred small corpses, some without heads, or arms, or legs. Some on fire, or riddle with bullets. Other’s with every bone in their fragile bodies broken. What a wonderful sight…

The entered the prisoner compound, the men and women dashing out of the way of the trucks. They stopped at another gate, and were let through into the children’s compound. Every child from five to fifteen was in this part, all wearing striped clothing, many very thin. They would be harder targets for the men to hit.

Strumfelder opened the door of the cab and stepped down into the mud. He was dazzled by the bright lights. A young SS NCO was walking towards him, a slight smile on his face. He wore wire spectacles, and had features which looked as if they had been carved by a chisel. Strumfelder felt someone’s presence next to him, and turned to see Karl Jonsen standing by his commander. Strumfelder glanced at Jonsen’s glove, which was stained with fresh blood, and then looked behind to see a girl clutching the side of her face, in the distance. She must have been about nine years old. Strumfelder nodded his approval.

The NCO reached him, and saluted, Strumfelder returned it. “Guten Abend, Herr Unterärtzlichführer” Strumfelder smiled. “Guten Abend. Mögen meine Männer anfangen?” The NCO gestured to the one hundred children, grinned and nodded.

Translations
“Guten Abend. Mögen meine Männer anfangen?”
~ Good Evening. May my men begin?

[William Luther]

OOC: Modded you slightly, Strum. This is going to be interesting.

Luther clambered out of the cab of the second vehicle in the convoy, his large armoured halftrack; complete with MG42, the cure of so many of lives little problems. The mud sucked at his boots instantly as he walked toward Strumfelder and the lead truck, swinging his StG44 up from the slung position into both hands. He cocked the weapon and flicked off the safety catch. He could see the half-starved bodies of children through the gates, whining little shits with curious looks on their faces, wondering what was about to happen. They were Britons, the enemy, and the entire enemy should have the same treatment.

Luther stood to attention and threw a salute up to Strumfelder before taking a slightly more relaxed pose as he looked among the group of kids behind the chain link fence. Luther was the most senior man here, after the bad Doctor, and he took charge quickly. ” Bewegung, dass Lastwagen zurück, und die Halbspur überträgt, lässt es das Tor mit dem MG bedecken. Ich will einige Patrouillen, die sich um die Zäune bewegen, im Falle dass einige der kleinen Bastarde versucht zu flüchten. Bewegen Sie sich!” With brief murmurs of affirmation, the word quickly spread along the convoy, and with groans, small patrols left their trucks as the vehicles moved up.

A couple of guard camps opened up the main gate, a large wooden thing with barbed wire running along it. Luther walked ahead into the compound. Many of the occupants had been moved into the assembly area, organised quite well. On the far left were the young children, moving slowly to the elder fifteen year olds on the right. These groups were then segregated into sex, males than females. Luther felt his eyes being drawn towards the elder girls, some blossoming into beautiful young ladies. They’d all be dead, soon, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun first.

Luther made an about turn, swinging his rifle up and placing it on his shoulder as he faced the line of vehicles. He nodded towards the first driver and turned around again. He began marching towards the camp commander, in step with Strumfelder, slower than usual, due to the senior man’s cane. The commander was keeping an eye over the proceedings, both of the children and the SS men. Luther saluted and began talking softly. ”Guten Abend Herr. Ich vertraue, dass wir bereit sind, sofort anzufangen.”


Translations[/u]

Bewegung, dass Lastwagen zurück, und die Halbspur überträgt, lässt es das Tor mit dem MG bedecken. Ich will einige Patrouillen, die sich um die Zäune bewegen, im Falle dass einige der kleinen Bastarde versucht zu flüchten. Bewegen Sie sich! – The movement that truck transfers back, and the half track lets it cover the gate with MG. I want some patrols which move around the fences to flee in case of that some of the small crossbreeds tried. Move

Guten Abend Herr. Ich vertraue, dass wir bereit sind, sofort anzufangen. - Good evening sir. I trust we're ready to start straight away.

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

William Luther made his appearance, and stood next to Strumfelder. This would be the perfect test for the man. How he killed would tell a lot. A man with too warm a heart was useless, but so was a brutal one. Brutality is a sign of weakness, when one cannot control one’s actions, and allows them to be driven be anger. Strumfelder would not allow a brutal man near him. Men had to be able to dish pain, but must also be clear on how to control it. Self-control is very important.

Strumfelder watched as the men set up, but they needn’t have. He didn’t want to make a mess in the camp. He planned to conduct the execution at an ancient Druid stone circle, which he had read about. It wasn’t far up from the camp, about half a mile, but it was up a steep slope, something which many of the children would have difficulty with. It felt odd killing British children. Strumfelder had little against them as he did with Slavs, and he had lived in England for several years of his life. But they were the enemy, and the enemy had to pay for their mistakes. It was simple.

He turned to Luther. “Lassen Sie einen Mann von jedem LKW das Rad nehmen, und fahren Sie Norden, zum Ende der Straße. Sie tauchen in einer Reinigung auf. Lassen Sie sie nahe der Seite parken, aber bitten Sie sie, achtzugeben. Es gibt einige tiefe Gruben, die gegraben worden sind. I don' t wünschen einen dummen bastard in einen fahren. Erwerben Sie uns ein Kübelwagen außerdem. Erhalten Sie es getan, Sturmscharführer.”

Strumfelder then turned to the boys and girls, the white light catching the worst side of his charged face. “All of you, strip completely, quickly. The last five finished will be shot. Then lie face up on the ground. If I see a scrap of clothing on any one, another five will be killed. Strip!” The children set to work, tearing off their uniforms, throwing shoes into the air, doing anything not to be the last. “Hören Sie innen! Finden Sie die letzten fünf, um abzustreifen, und holen Sie sie vor mir. Nachdem sie tot sind, haben Sie genau drei bis 10 von ihnen aufzunehmen Minuten. Genießen Sie sie, an Ihrem lesiure, aber nicht in meiner Zeit. Gehen Sie.”

The men set to work, watching out for any who were slow. Strumfelder glanced through the girls, and spotted a nice one, probably no older than twelve or thirteen. He pointed her out to Jonsen and smiled. Strumfelder would enjoy himself even more after his hard night’s work.

Within a minute, ninety five children laid on their backs, vulnerable. Some tried to clutch to clothing, or turn over. The SS men beat them back into line with their rifle butts. Five children were brought forward, German hands gripping their hair tightly. There were four boys and one girl. The youngest was about seven, the eldest eleven. The girl and the two youngest boys were crying. The oldest boy was fighting his captor, until he smacked across the back with a rifle. They were pushed into line in front of Strumfelder. “Töten Sie sie.” he spoke to Jonsen.

Each face was staring at his, and then, after just a single second, Jonsen’s weapon spat death. He deliberately aimed for the stomachs and legs, and each child was knocked back. Strumfelder smiled, as a fine red mist filled the air. He drew his pistol, and stepped over each, firing directly into the skull. After the fifth and final shot, there was silence, broken only by the occasional sob. Strumfelder holstered his weapon and looked across at his men, who were posited to find their prey. He glanced at Jonsen. “Drei Minuten.”

Translations:
“Lassen Sie einen Mann von jedem LKW das Rad nehmen, und fahren Sie Norden, zum Ende der Straße. Sie tauchen in einer Reinigung auf. Lassen Sie sie nahe der Seite parken, aber bitten Sie sie, achtzugeben. Es gibt einige tiefe Gruben, die gegraben worden sind. I don' t wünschen einen dummen bastard in einen fahren. Erwerben Sie uns ein Kübelwagen außerdem. Erhalten Sie es getan,.”
~ Have one man form each truck take the wheel, and drive along north along the road. It’s not far. They will enter a clearing, but warn them to be careful. Several pits have been dug. I don’t want a foolish bastard to drive into one. Also, acquire us a Kübelwagen. Get it done Sturmscharführer.

“Hören Sie innen! Finden Sie die letzten fünf, um abzustreifen, und holen Sie sie vor mir. Nachdem sie tot sind, haben Sie genau drei bis 10 von ihnen aufzunehmen Minuten. Genießen Sie sie, an Ihrem lesiure, aber nicht in meiner Zeit. Gehen Sie.”
~ Listen in! Find the last five to strip, and bring them before me. After they are dead, you will have exactly three minutes to take up to ten of them. Enjoy them, at your leisure, but not in my time. Go.

[William Luther]

Luther made an about turn, and started marching towards the line of vehicles. The third was Kubelwagen, and Luther spoke to the man in the rear first. ”Ein Mann in jedem Lastwagen, führen Sie Norden an, es sollte eine Reinigung geben. Seien Sie vorsichtig, es gibt Gruben. Die Ruhe ist zu Fuß mit dem Childrenn. Alarmieren Sie die anderen.”
”Jawhol, Herr Sturmscharführer”
Luther then turned towards the driver. ” Bewegung bis zum Unterärtzlichführer. Schnell, jetzt.”

Luther straddled the door as the vehicle moved forwards. From his observation point, he ran his eyes over the yards of naked flesh. He spotted one he liked, about fourteen years old, and called over a soldat. ” Sie sehen dass ein dort? Sie ist meinig. Stellen Sie sicher, dass sie sicher behalten wird und hinter meinem Halbstift geht. Machen Sie es bekannt, wenn irgendetwas mit ihr durch irgendjemanden geschieht, ist die Ruhe ihrer Karriere sehr unangenehm. Sie sollen über sie Wache halten.” The soldier acknowledged, and grabbed the girl by the arm. Luther licked his lips with anticipation as she was dragged away squealing. ” Verschließen Sie sie!” Luther called, and the slapping sound of a rifle butt on bare skin resounded.

Luther climbed out, and stood next to Strumfelder, weapon at the ready. He kicked the dead leg of one of the boys out of his way with disgust, and looked at the small puddle of blood pooling on the ground. ” Haben Sie einen neuen Freund, Herr? Ich kann sie unter dem Wächter in meinem Fahrzeug haben, wenn Sie wollen, kann ich sicherstellen, dass sie vor dem Verderben sicher sein wird.” It was a genuine offer towards the Officer, it certainly helped to have friends in high places in the cut-throat world of the military. And if the Wehrmacht was harsh, then the SS was the worst. And if the doctor’s were on your side, then you had a slightly higher chance of survival.

He looked over the milky skin in front of him. It was going to be an interesting evening, for sure.

Translations [/u]

Ein Mann in jedem Lastwagen, führen Sie Norden an, es sollte eine Reinigung geben. Seien Sie vorsichtig, es gibt Gruben. Die Ruhe ist zu Fuß mit dem Childrenn. Alarmieren Sie die anderen. - One man in each truck, head north, there should be a clearing. Be careful, there's pits. The rest are on foot with the Childrenn. Alert the others.

Bewegung bis zum Unterärtzlichführer. Schnell, jetzt. - Move up to the Unterärtzlichführer. Quickly, now.

Sie sehen dass ein dort? Sie ist meinig. Stellen Sie sicher, dass sie sicher behalten wird und hinter meinem Halbstift geht. Machen Sie es bekannt, wenn irgendetwas mit ihr durch irgendjemanden geschieht, ist die Ruhe ihrer Karriere sehr unangenehm. Sie sollen über sie Wache halten. - You see that one there? She is mine. Make sure she is kept safe and goes in the back of my halftack. Make it known, if anything happens to her by anyone, the rest of their career will be very unpleasant. You are to stand guard over her.

Verschließen Sie sie! – Shut her up !

Haben Sie einen neuen Freund, Herr? Ich kann sie unter dem Wächter in meinem Fahrzeug haben, wenn Sie wollen, kann ich sicherstellen, dass sie vor dem Verderben sicher sein wird. - Do you have a new friend, sir? I can have her under guard in my vehicle, if you want, I can ensure she'll be safe from spoiling.

[∬: Erhard Strumfelder]

Strumfelder chuckled slightly at the Sturmscharführer’s remark. He nodded and turned to his men. “Hören Sie innen! Sie haben Ihre Zeit gehabt. Jetzt nehmen Sie Ihre posestions zurück zu Ihren LKWas. Herr Luther hier gründet einen Schutz, aber es konnte ratsam sein, Droge sie beizumischen oder sie oben zu binden. Gehen Sie.” The men dragged the girls along the ground, some kicking and screaming, some crying, some reserved to their fate.

The rest of the men patrolled up and down, keeping the children in their place. Strumfelder glanced at his watch. The shouting from the trucks could be heard clearly in the darkness. Strumfelder wondered what effect it might be having. Two minutes later and the men returned, one with a claw mark on his cheek. A moment later the trucks took off for the top of the hill.

“Sie sollen diese Kinder aus dem compund heraus nehmen und marschieren sie entlang den Fußwegen, die Sie zu unterwiesen worden sind. Wenn irgendeine Reise vorbei, sie töten und die Körper verlassen, damit die anderen Kinder sehen.” Strumfelder relaxed, feeling the cold wind against his cheek. “All of you, up! Quickly! You are being taken up to the druid circle. Any attempt to escape will be met with death. I will happily have you all set on fire if that’s what it takes. If you trip over, expect a bullet or a bayonet. Enjoy your walk.” He smiled sarcastically at them, and watched as the men pushed them along. Many people were staring at him in amazement, as if he was some evil tyrant. Strumfelder wasn’t an evil man, just one who wanted vengeance.

One teenage boy gave him a daggers look, his thin face displaying chiselled features. Strumfelder beckoned him forward with his left hand, but the boy turned his head away. Strumfelder wasn’t in the mood for this. “Holen Sie mir diesen Jungen!” He shouted, pointing with his cane. Two men rushed in, and grabbed him, and started dragging him forwards. The boy jammed his feet into the ground, trying to stop them, so one soldier simple smashed the butt of his weapon into the boy’s kneecap. With a crack, and a scream, the boy resisted no longer. The soldier’s dumped him at Strumfelder’s feet. But he wouldn’t simply kill this boy. He’d send out a message.

“Who are you?” Strumfelder asked him. “Why would I tell you that, Nasi?” Strumfelder smashed him across the head with the cane. “So you’re Welsh? The accent gave it away. Strumfelder continued. “Where do you live?” The boy looked up, blood matting his dirt brown hair. But he didn’t answer. Strumfelder sighed, and using his boot, flipped the boy over onto his back. Then he drove the boy’s testicles into the muddy ground. Strumfelder had never head such a scream of pain.

Cardiff! Cardiff! He said breathlessly. Strumfelder nodded, and smiled, and drew his combat knife from his belt. “Halten Sie ihn nach unten.” The boy tried to wriggle and escape, but the two SS men were too strong for him. Strumfelder leant down and pressed the jagged blade down on the chest. He made four large cuts, each time blood pouring out. It was a Wolfsangle.

Strumfelder turned and grinned at Luther, as he dried and sheathed his blade. “Schicken Sie diesen Jungen nach Cardiff. Ein Geschenk für ein spätes, Herr Rhys Bevan.”



Translations:
“Hören Sie innen! Sie haben Ihre Zeit gehabt. Jetzt nehmen Sie Ihre posestions zurück zu Ihren LKWas. Herr Luther hier gründet einen Schutz, aber es konnte ratsam sein, Droge sie beizumischen oder sie oben zu binden. Gehen Sie.”
~ Listen in! You have had your time. Now, take your possessions back to your trucks. Herr Luther here will set up a guard, but it might be advisable to drug them or tie them up. Go.

“Sie sollen diese Kinder aus dem compound heraus nehmen und marschieren sie entlang den Fußwegen, die Sie zu unterwiesen worden sind. Wenn irgendeine Reise vorbei, sie töten und die Körper verlassen, damit die anderen Kinder sehen.”
~ You are to take these children out of the compound and march them along the footpaths you have been briefed to. If any trip over, kill them, and leave the bodies for the other children to see.

“Holen Sie mir diesen Jungen!”
~ Bring me that boy!

“Halten Sie ihn nach unten.”
~ Hold him down.

“Schicken Sie diesen Jungen nach Cardiff. Ein Geschenk für ein spätes, Herr Rhys Bevan.”
~ Send this boy to Cardiff. A present for a late, Mr Rhys Bevan.