You called? (Stephen)

[Casper Heniz]

The pain. The pain. Casper felt like he was about to faint. The whole sensation of Stephen’s cruel face baring down upon him, grabbing his jaw and forcing his mouth open. He was shaking so hard and crying. The tooth was pulled out and Casper threw his head forward as Stephen let go, breathing heavily and clasping his mouth that was now sprouting blood from the hole. He spat blood on to the floor, shaking and his breathing came loud and deep. His injured hand was bleeding also and with the combination of that and his mouth and the wounds across his chest, he was starting to feel faint again.

Shaking, he wrapped his injured hand in a bit of his uniform and began to wipe his face with the other hand, bent over and staring at the floor. He did not know what Stephen was doing; he had completely forgotten what Stephen had said to him. He began to choke on the blood that was filling his mouth and he struggled to breath, closing his eyes and tipping his head back. Blood was everywhere, on the desk, on the chair, on the floor. Trying to control himself, he shook his head faintly as Stephen asked him to talk about his childhood. No, he would not talk about any personal details to this man...this evil bastard.

Next minute, the door opened, but Casper did not see who had come in. The man passed him and Casper glanced at the man’s profile, he recognised that profile. He recognised that voice also! No....not here. No...no...no. It was Jace from Berlin, the man who had been one of Casper’s clients. Jace hadn’t turned him in had he?! Casper looked up and met Jace’s startled gaze – he stared at him, eyes wide and terrified before he looked away, gasping and coughing on the blood that was till gushing.

”Bitte....” he muttered, through the tears and blood. ”Bitte Jace...” he did not look at him.

[Rudolf Steiner]

Stephan was beyond ecstatic with the tooth he had extracted from the boy as he joyfully waved it about, so caught up in his own world as he did. Stephan then walked over to the record player and took out the disc and rifled through a file, extracting yet another record putting into the record player as it hissed then began to play the SS theme, all the meanwhile Stephan's jovial, silly mood had been somehow eradicated and his icy cold demeanor returned once more. He walked back to his desk and took out a cigarette and lit it then stood with his back to soldier as he puffed away at his cigarette, pretending to be occupied by what was happening outside. He then turned around and seated himself at the desk. Stephan then placed the cigarette in the ashtray and looked up just as someone knocked and entered into the office.

Expecting his wine from Frau Gottleibe instead, his eyebrow was slightly raised upon seeing an SS-Strumann walk into his office holding his wine. Stephan carelessly motioned for him to place it on his desk next to him as his eyes still piercing Casper's daring him to utter a word. Stephan scratched his chin as his eyes moved ever so slowly from Casper to the SS-Strumann. Indeed he was about to tell him off for barging but he remembered that he indeed ask for him specifically, as they had gotten acquaintances during their mission in Czechoslovakia. Stephan then attempted to keep a blank face as he watched Jace inquisitively eyeballing the mess that Stephan had made. Jace knew how vile and cruel an SS officer could be first hand from their endeavor in Czechoslovakia, however his aloof manner dissipated when Casper spoke to Jace signifying that they both knew each other. "Na ja, sollte dies durchaus interessant sein!"

Stephan reached for his hat and neatly placed it on his head adjusting it as he got up looking from Jace to Casper. "Wir werden etwas Spaß SS-Strumman Rosewic, wie das Spiel, das wir mit der tschechischen Juden gespielt haben, und zu sehen, dass Sie ihm, dass ich darauf bestehen, dass Sie zuerst gehen." Stephan reached into his magic drawer once more and retrieved a screw driver, a nail gun and a pair of massive pliers placing them in order on the desk. "wählen Sie eine, für die alten Zeiten willen!" With that Stephan watched as he twirled the glass in his hand and then sipped on the wine.


OOC: www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSG3To_3WXc&feature=related

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExYRnWRgVzQ&feature=related

"Well, this should be quite interesting"

"We're going to have some fun SS-Strumman Rosewic, like the game we played with the Czech Jew, and seeing that you know him I insist that you go first"

"choose one for old time's sake."

[Deleted]

The sound of blood dripping into a puddle on the floor was the only sound in the room while Kaiser swapped over the record. Jace never really had a good ear for music, and this classical fancy stuff all sounded the same to him. Still, he barely noticed anything in the room other then the boy sitting in the chair. The gore and blood that covered him made poor Casper look like someone… well, someone who’d been tortured. Caspers words seemed to echo though his mind, the weakness, and the pain was obvious. For some reason Jace had never thought that Casper would be caught, there would be only one reason why the boy was here, sitting in a chair, with his blood slowly dripping out of him at the mercy of an SS Officer, and if Casper had been caught, maybe Jace would be too. If this was an interrogation then he really didn’t think that the boy would last long. But then again he had gone years taking punishment from his clients and hadn’t cracked, the Scars on his back where evidence of that.

For the first time in months Jace was confused and unsure of what he should do but the only outward sign of his internal battle was his hands. His thumbs rubbing back and forth against his index fingers while eyes darted between Casper and his captor. He found himself wondering just how much Kaiser knew, if Casper had cracked already maybe Jace was next, but that didn’t add up. If Jace was here to be punished along with Casper there would have been more men in here, more guards to restrain him. After all Jace was a specially trained close quarters combatant, a front line soldier and professional killer. He looked at Kaiser again as he started to speak and things suddenly became clearer. Jace wasn’t here as a captive, he was here to assist in the interrogation. He froze up for a moment as the toys came out of the magic draw but relaxed so quickly as he realised that he could get out of this as quick as a flick of the wrist.

Jace swung his shoulder pack off his back and flipped open the flap, he pulled out his own tool and placed it on the table along with the other items. Along with the toys of Kaiser was Jace’s long tooth wood saw. The Strumann looked back at Casper. It would be easy enough to silence him; a quick slash across the throat and the boy wouldn’t be able to tell anything to Kaiser. The file on the desktop caught Jace’s attention though, and his curiosity was peaked. He began pacing around the desk.
”Oh really Untersturmführer Kaiser. I appreciate your offer. But by the looks of things, you’ve already had the first, and second go.” Jace flipped open the file and began to scan the contents.

-- Seen on street corner with man.... Seen entering house with man.... --

It was a struggle to keep his face straight as he remembered that night.
“ Mein Name ist Casper. Ich dachte, du würdest einige Unternehmen benötigen“ he said and put his beer down, sitting down and looking at the man – the smile still there. His hand was lightly shifting nearer to the man’s knee.
Could Kaiser have been that Officer who had seen them in the pub? Or who had busted into the room?
”He didn’t turn around to see if Casper was following, but he was hopeful.”
How could they have these reports?
He glanced up at Casper and Kaiser, his glance lingered on Casper longest, wondering what he’d told already. Jace reached down and picked up his saw, Kaiser’s toys just didn’t appeal to him.

[Casper Heniz]

Jace was watching him. He had a sense of eyes upon him and had glanced up to realise that it was Jace. Their eyes met and he looked down again at himself. Blood. The sound of his own blood dripping on to the floor. He spat another load of blood on to the floor from his mouth, coughing as the gap where his tooth had been pained him and more blood spurt from it. His torso was badly damaged – his uniform wasn’t really a uniform any more – blood was everywhere. He felt faint, ill and just wanted to die...or at least get out of this room as quickly as he could. The music changed and he closed his eyes; the sound was horrendous, a noise that made his head hurt.

He heard Stephen’s words and he let out a soft moan of pain and anger. ” Bitte mein Herr. Bitte, tut mir leid für das, was ich habe .... he mumbled, glancing at Kaiser as he said it. He jumped as he heard a sound nearby of a pack dropping on to the floor, it was Jace’s. He looked at what Jace was taking out – another torture weapon, to add to Kaiser’s list. Oh no. What was Jace doing?! Did he not realise what Casper was going through? He could feel Jace’s eyes on him, but he did not look at him. He felt very small, very weak and vunerable.

There was silence after Jace spoke apart from the blood and Casper’s whimperings. He did not want to look anywhere apart from the floor but could then hear Jace moving over to the desk and flipping through a file. The sound of the papers stopped as Jace obviously stopped and read something. Had the Gestapo registered their encounter all those years ago?

“Bitte Jace...bitte“ he said once more, glancing up at Jace and shaking his head, tears now spilling over his eyelids once more. “ Tun Sie dies nicht zu mir ... nicht nach ....“ he trailed off and looked away, whimpering again.


Translation:
Please sir. Please, I am sorry for what I did....
Please Jace...please
Don’t do this to me...not after....

[Rudolf Steiner]

Stephan was now simply basking in the glory of the utter chaos and collateral damage he had single handed had caused. Stephan looked on with a deep smile on his face as he looked from Casper who was caked in his own blood, his uniform tattered and ripped to Jace who was looking on, his eyes said so much more than he had wanted, not that his name was not included in the file anyways. Part of Jace's punishment was to torture his lover, perhaps even castrate him. Stephan's chain of thoughts when Jace spoke.wie schade, ich hatte das Gefühl, dass dies Ihre Antwort, Strumman Rosewic Ich bestelle Sie alle Tools, die Sie holte auf dem schmutzigen, filty Geliebten zu nutzen! Auch dies ist eingestufte Informationen, die ein niedriges Hund wie Sie wagt es, zu berühren, werde ich Sie mit dem Finger schießen, dann werde ich dir die Eier schießen. " With a swift move as he spoke the last sentence he had his pistol pointed towards the Jace's hand, a wide smirk etched on his face. Stephan simply loved it when he wins.

Stephan then in his ever so usual icy manner pointed with his pistol to Jace to commence the torturing. All the meanwhile he returned to his desk, however he was facing them as he returned back to his chair and seated himself, his pistol still pointing to Jace's crotch. At this point Casper was whimpering for mercy and Stephan was not going to hear it, not one bit. "Eine niedere Schwuchtel und ein Feigling zu, tat, was verdammt Gründen Sie eine SS zu werden? Ihr eine Schande für das 3. Reich und alles, was wir stehen, vielleicht könnte ich eine Belohnung für deinen Tod zu bekommen, oder ich könnte dich umzudrehen, um Auswitch und jede grausame oder ungewöhnliche Strafe, die ich mir vorstellen kann, jemals scheinen so barmherzig gegenüber den Wissenschaftler in Auswitch." Stephan pressed a red button on his desk and muttered, "Wachen" Almost instantly 2 Waffen SS soldiers moved into the rooms both armed with Mauser rifles entered the room with their rifles pointed at the pair. "Suche in der Strumman."

OOC:"what a pity, I had a feeling that this would be your response, Strumman Rosewic I am ordering you to use all the tools you brought out on your dirty, filty lover! Also this is classified information that a lowly dog like you dares to touch, I will shoot your finger off, then I will shoot your balls off."

"A lowly faggot and a coward too, on what fucking grounds did you become an SS? Your a disgrace to the 3rd Reich and everything we stand for, perhaps I could get a reward for your death, or I could turn you over to Auswitch and any cruel or unusual punishment I can think of, will seem ever so merciful compared to the scientists in Auswitch."

"Guards"

"Search him"

[Deleted]

Jace had glanced back down at the file to continue reading; his own name jumped out at him and blinked a few times in shocked horror. So they had managed to identify him, and here he was thinking he was going to have to kill Casper to keep him from talking, but it was too late. Jace looked up again as Kaiser started to talk.
” wie schade, ich hatte das Gefühl, dass dies Ihre Antwort, Strumman Rosewic Ich bestelle Sie alle Tools, die Sie holte auf dem schmutzigen, filty Geliebten zu nutzen!”
What kind of punishment was that? Jace was already planning on killing the boy, but now there seemed to be no need, and there was no point in following that order either. As far as Jace was concerned now that his past had been brought out he would be out of the SS, surly he’d be executed for his history. He had no intention what so ever of surrendering without a fight though, he was a Strumann after all, he was well trained for close combat, and this officer seemed to be relying solely on his rank to control the two captives. That was what he was now, a captive, a prisoner. He felt his anger rise at the thought of being trapped by this weak excuse of a man. Jace was about ready to launch himself at the Untersturmführer with his saw but stopped short when the pistol came into his hand.
Auch dies ist eingestufte Informationen, die ein niedriges Hund wie Sie wagt es, zu berühren, werde ich Sie mit dem Finger schießen, dann werde ich dir die Eier schießen. "

The Strumann waited for the shot, he could do nothing else, but it didn’t come. An empty threat, Kaiser seemed to be all talk when facing a combat experienced solider. Then the Officer did something that Jace couldn’t believe, he actually returned to his seat. Was the man so arrogant that he thought he could sit right next to Jace, who had walked around the desk to view the file, and not get hurt? Jace had the training to disarm opponents, who had their weapons close to him, but with Kaiser in a sitting position the Officer had no leverage, Jace had the upper ground. Kaiser continued his little speech as if he had the situation completely under control. But when he called the guards in Jace realised he had to act quickly, he’d left it far too long. The soldiers came into the room with their weapons raised, but before the door had even fully opened Jace was moving. The saw swung quickly through the air, its sharp teeth seeking out the officer’s outstretched arm that held the pistol. The teeth ripped though the mans clothing and bit deep into his forearm, forcing the gun to be pointed away from his crotch, the pain would probably be too much for the officer to even continue holding onto the weapon.

Jace could feel the barrels of the two SS soldiers being aimed at him and he used his momentum to push forward, flipping the saw around and driving the toothed blade up against Kaisers throat, he slipped in behind the Officer and gripped the saw tightly while using Kaiser as a human shield.
”Casper! The window!” He shouted out, hoping the boy would get the idea and the guards wouldn’t shoot him as he made his escape, but with their commanding officer being held by a man with a saw, hopefully all their attention would be on him. Jace ducked down so most of his body was being the Officer and whispered in his ear.
”Don’t do anything stupid, If I’m going to die here, you will too.”

[Casper Heniz]

So Jace’s name had been on the file. Oh god. And now he was to torture Casper. Life could not get any worse. Casper had had bad dealings with clients but never to the extent shown here. He was in great pain, his mouth throbbed and his body ached. He shook his head in misery as he heard Kaiser’s words that sealed his fate. If Jace was to have the nerve to torture him then he would want him to kill him, it would be quick then. He would not have to be humiliated in front of his lover....or client really.

Kaiser turned on him now; calling him a “faggot” and a “coward,” the bastard. Casper gritted his teeth and did not argue back. How dare he call him those words – he was not a coward or...or a faggot...well, he was but he did not like the term. He looked away and breathed slowly, trying to calm himself down. He now tensed his body, not looking at Jace, waiting for the blow, waiting for the pain to start. But it did not come. Jace did not come nearer. He was not going to kill him, he was not going to injure him anymore.

What happened next happened so fast that Casper did not know what to do. Jace had attacked Kaiser and then the guards who had entered the room. Casper’s eyes widened. Jace had grabbed Kaiser around the neck, pointing the saw at his throat. The guards had stopped in surprise as they saw their commander in such position. Jace shouted at Casper to climb out the window. He stood up, stumbling over to the window. It was the ground floor luckily. He stared at Jace, wanting him to come with him...he glanced at Kaiser as well and then opened the window quickly, jumping down lightly and crouching below the window and edging along the bottom half of the building. Luckily this part of the yard was disserted. His body ached and he was covered with his blood still but he stumbled on. Edging round the building, he saw a car. No one was about. He did not know quite what to do, he wanted Jace to follow if he could get out of that situation. He glanced back at the window, breathing heavily and waited.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:

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Well this is a nice surprise, threads don't usually exceed far beyond one page these days, so good effort on everyone for making this thread go further. The following CP will be issued:

• Casper Heniz: 12CP
  ~ Good effort on writing and fluid the whole way through.
  
  
• Stephan Kaiser:

[/b] 15CP
~ Good effort once again on the writing and fluid the whole way through; you've been given a little extra compared to Casper, simply on the grounds of more lengthier posts at times.

[/li][li] Jace Rosewic:[/b] 6CP
~ Nice lengthy posts, you entered late during this thread and therefore didn't have half as much time to have the input the others did. Still, you've been awarded for your few posts.
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~Danny[/color]