A Snowy Afternoon

[Amanda Knight]

Country: Amsterdam, Holland
Current Time: 13:30
Weather Conditions: A cold, clear day, snow on the ground.

The day was cold and clear, a cold wind blew across Peter’s face and somehow through his scarf to his mouth and chin, making him feel very cold. It was a cold January afternoon; people walked the streets, their faces low, trying to get to their destination as soon as possible, out of the cold.
It was said to have been the coldest winter for 10 years, there had been snow in mid November and that snow had continued through to January, the snow was still on the ground, there had been a flurry of snow fall that morning but it had stopped and the cold wind was blowing more icy weather through.

Peter walked on, his fingers were freezing, Poor Allies, advancing in this weather. he thought as he walked, hands in the pockets of his trousers, even with gloves on, the wind got in to the gloves and through to his fingers. The street had been silent, or at least there had been no commotions until Peter turned the corner down another street when he heard shouting in German coming from up ahead. He sped up and saw two German guards man-handling a Jewish man, the man looked old and Peter suddenly recognised him…it was Izzy Wowlsque, a respected Jewish retired jeweller who had been a friend of Peter’s family for years.

Tears sprung to the boys eyes as Izzy tried to resist the Germans and they began to hit him, causing him to fall to the ground in pain, ”EINDE! EINDE DAT HEM RAAKT! LAAT HEM GAAN!” he shouted in Dutch and then realized that he was speaking the wrong language and corrected himself, coming forward, no one was helping…they were all just passing by or watching from a distance, SOMEONE HAD TO DO SOMETHING!
”ANSCHLAG! STOPPEN SIE, IHN ZU SCHLAGEN! LASSEN SIE IHN GEHEN!” he shouted the same words in German at the men, grabbing one of the men’s arms and hitting him, tears rolling down his face, shouting words of hate at the men in Dutch.

The German man turned to Peter, shaking him off and hit him, Peter fell to the floor, covering his face as the blows his back.

Translations:

STOP! STOP HITTING HIM! LET HIM GO!

[Vivienne Rousseau]

OOC - Vivienne is still in Nazi custody, if you are all wondering. However, she has temporarily gotten away, and will be recaptured by the end of this thread. This way, my battle with PuNk! and my other threads will have no plot holes created. I also apologize if this post is a bit tacky.

- = = -

A Nazi lay dead, his head twisted at a sickening angle, finger-shaped bruises around his neck. His oversized winter trenchcoat was missing, and although it was a short, tight-fitting jacket on Vivienne, she could still wear it. Despite the cold, she had cut the sleeves off to keep her arms free, although she had no intention to keep the man's knife. Her fists were her weapons, and there was a chance of being shot if she was found to have a weapon.

Nearby, another body did lay, but the man was still alive. The front of his face was a bloody mess, his head smashed against the nearby wall after he tried to shoot Vivienne in the side. He was one of Hitler's Youth, a child soldier probably no older then sixteen, but to Vivienne, he was a threat. The Nazis were all the same - take no prisoners, leave no "filth" alive.

Striding towards the opposite end of the alleyway, knowing that the still-living Nazi's headache would keep him down for a while, Vivienne wrapped the dead Nazi's scarf tightly around her neck. She stuffed her curly, faded brown hair into the back of the trenchcoat - which could now be called an "oversized vest" by some - and headed for the empty street. It was still early in afternoon, and with no clouds in the sky to mask the sun -

Suddenly, there was the sound of a struggle, and words shouted in German and a language similar to it. Vivienne moved quickly, peeking out from behind a corner, and felt her blood boil at the sight around the alleyway's corner.

Two German soldiers were harrassing a pair of civilians, their fists and rifle butts beating the innocents senseless. Without thinking, knowing that her unusual size made her easily recognizable, Vivienne rushed forward with a feral snarl. The evil sound caught the attention of the Nazis, and they whirled around to face the maker of that sound.

"HALT, IM NAMEN - " one began to bark, but was promptly cut off by a punch to his jaw, aimed to knock him unconscious on contact. However, Vivienne's poor sight didn't give her the best of aim, and all she did was end up leaving a bruise on the man's neck. Still, he staggered backwards, and this gave her chance to hit him in the groin with a good, swift kick. The Nazi immediately found to the ground, yelping, instinctively curling up into a ball.

With a vicious look on her face, Vivienne rounded upon the other Nazi. Said Nazi had had his gun raised, but his arms were shaking, and he looked about to wet himself. She could make that happen.

"JE M'ARRÊTE POUR AUCUN HOMME!!" roared Vivienne, charging. The Nazi had his finger around the trigger, ready to fire, but Vivienne grabbed the gun's barrel, forcing it upwards. In all his terror, the Nazi fired, but the deadly bullet only said up into the air in a straight line. It pierced an eavestrough before embedding itself in a chimney, having only cut off a few strands of the Frenchwoman's curly hair, and the only round the Nazi's gun could fire before he had to reload. The soldier fumbled for a bullet in his coat's pocket, but Vivienne forced the gun back, slamming the butt of it into the man's stomach. Winded, the man keeled over, allowing Vivienne to give him a swift kick in the head.


======================

Translations:

HALT, IN THE NAME OF -

I HALT FOR NO MAN!!

[Amanda Knight]

Peter’s hands were above his face, shielding away from the blows that the Nazi was giving him, the man had started to punch the butt of his rifle into Peter’s face and he could hear Izzy’s protests in bad German as he shouted at the men to let the boy go, suddenly the punching and hurting stopped as Peter heard a snarl from somewhere way over heard, one German shouted to someone to halt and a woman’s voice replied in French, Izzy had come to Peter’s side and was helping him up, Peter staggered and just saw the woman swing the butt of a rifle into one of the man’s stomach who then keeled over and got a head kick for good measure, the other Nazi seemed to be unconscious, the two lay on the ground.

Peter looked up at his rescuer and saw that she was a woman, wearing a trenchcoat, her hair looked matted and unclean. ”Danke” he said in German, smiling and taking her hand to kiss it, the old man next to him nodded his thanks also, Peter suddenly had a jolt of panic, the gun shot that had gone off would have aroused suspension, other Nazi’s could be on their way any minute now. He whipped his face which was covered in blood.

”Peter, moet ik hier worden uit, zijn Nazis na me,” Izzy spoke to Peter who now turned to the old man, he nodded, ”U kunt terug aan onze plaats Izzy komen,” he glanced at the woman who was standing, slightly out of breath but seemed un hurt. ”Wurden Sie mögen zu meinem Haus… I' außerdem zurückkommen; m-sichere Mutter wurde nicht
-Verstand” he said in German and then in Dutch just in case she didn’t understand German or Dutch.

Izzy rounded on Peter and spoke in a whisper to him, speaking in Dutch, ”Peter nr! Ik zal niet terugkomen, zet u zich reeds in gevaar wat met…”. Peter bit his lip and glanced around, feeling eyes now looking at them both, he had spoken too loudly, he was so annoyed with himself now, people would guess what was going on and his mother would kill him. He looked over at the girl, smiling slightly.

Izzy turned to the woman and spoke in German, ”danke noch einmal…, was Ihr Name ist?”

Translations:

Peter, moet ik hier worden uit, zijn Nazis na me – Peter, I must get out of here, the Nazis are after me.

U kunt terug aan onze plaats Izzy komen – You can come back to our place Izzy

Wurden Sie mögen zu meinem Haus… I' außerdem zurückkommen; m-sichere Mutter wouldn' t-Verstand - Would you like to come back to my home as well...I'm sure mother would not mind

”Peter nr! Ik zal niet terugkomen, zet u zich reeds in gevaar wat met…” – Peter no! I will not come back, you are already putting your family in danger what with the….


danke noch einmal…, was Ihr Name ist? – Thank you once again…what is your name?

[Vivienne Rousseau]

OOC - You accidentally double-posted. You might want to delete one of them, Kitty.

- = = -

Her heart was pounding a little too hard against her chest, and she was a little too breathless, but Vivienne was otherwise well. The Nazi she had kicked in the groin had begun to get up again, but Vivienne fixed that with a swift kick to his skull. She looked over her shoulder at the pair, just in time to see the younger of the two gingerly take her hand. In a gentlemanly move, he kissed it, and Vivienne smiled slightly. The sudden look of panic, however, caused her to become concerned, and she also then noticed the blood on his face.

The two men spoke in a tongue rough and throaty, one that was similar-sounding to German. However, Vivienne could not tell what they were saying, since the words they were using were obviously different. When the young man spoke again, however, Vivienne knew enough German to understand what he was saying. She interrupted him before he could repeat it in his language - it was called "Dutch", non?

"Danke, aber ich laufe auch. Ich gejagt, soll nicht gesehen werden - "

Vivienne was interrupted by harsh barks of German, coming from a nearby corner. A few soldiers had heard the ruckus, and, seeing Vivienne's unmistakable silhouette and the fallen soldiers, were now rushing forward. Almost instinctively, Vivienne grabbed the two bystanders, shoving them roughly into the nearby alleyway. If she succeeded, she would have moved fast enough that the young one wouldn't be able to ask her her name.

"Aufenthaltruhe!" Vivienne whisper-shouted into the ears of the two men, still shoving them along with her massive hands. She pushed them around another corner, herding them into yet another alleyway. "Das Boche denken, sie Wille, ich sind mit Ihnen. Sie konnten Sie, nicht auf Uhr von meinen schießen."

Far behind her, she could hear the sound of bootsteps heading into where the three had just come from. Vivienne had to move fast...

====================

Translations:

Thank you, but I run too. I am being chased, not supposed to be seen -

Stay quiet!

The Boche think, they will, I am with you. They might shoot you, not on watch of mine.

[Amanda Knight]

Peter was interrupted in asking the name of the woman when he heard shouts from behind him in German, he suddenly found himself in a near by alleyway, she whispered German at them, so she was an escapee prisoner, so here Peter was with a Jew and a Prisoner, not the best type of people to be with when you are running away from blood-thirsty, mad German men who could kill you with one shot out of their rifle.

He was becoming rather scared now, his fingers were trebling or maybe that was because of the cold, Peter didn’t really know to be quiet honest. The woman was pushing them along the wall, her hands were massive…for a woman anyway, Peter gripped hold of Izzy’s hand, scared that the man would fall over and not be able to get up and then he would be shot.
They were pushed through another alleyway and Peter’s heart thumped in his chest as he heard the voices of the Germans quiet nearby but they seemed to be making a quick get-away.

”Wir müssen Verlust irgendwo verstecken” he said in hushed German to the woman, he supposed he could try and get back to his house with Izzy and the girl but she seemed to want to keep on running and the boy knew that the older man would not be able to stand this amount of running and hiding for long.
He heard the footsteps and shouts coming closer, fear raced through his body, his heart thumping against his chest, ”bent u in orde Izzy?” he spoke to the old man in his own tongue, Izzy nodded at him, muttering something about not minding about him and kept on running.

They ran down another alleyway which led to a main street, the footsteps had faded a bit. Snow had started to fall down in flakes, settling on the ground that had started to ice over from the fallen snow a few hours before. The weather was turning for the worse, it always did at this year, horrid snowfalls…Peter was getting fed up of it, he wanted it to be summer…what he wished most was for the Nazis to go away and leave them all be, The Netherlands had declared themselves neutral but still the Nazis invaded…stupid.

Translations:

Wir müssen Verlust irgendwo verstecken – We need to hide somewhere miss

bent u in orde Izzy? – Are you alright Izzy?

[Vivienne Rousseau]

The giant of seven feet continued to shepherd the men along, looking over her shoulder now and then. There wasn't much snow on the ground in the alleyways, but there was still enough in some spots for footprints to be left behind. In her native French, Vivienne muttered a few curses, then quickly shoved the two men into another alleyway. Something had caught her eye.

As the sounds of their pursuers drew closer and closer, gun-toting hounds chasing after the hares that the trio had become, Vivienne's mind raced. She could easily break open the cellar door, but what if that cellar was still used? Even worse, what if there were Nazis down there?

But there was no time to be afraid. Time was of the essence, and the Germans were ruthless. Nearly throwing the two men aside, Vivienne quickly ran over to the cellar, and gave a hard tug on the handles. The doors groaned, a jingle coming from within telling Vivienne there was a lock on the inside. Her head looked hastily from side to side; there had to be another way in -

There was. It was a medium-sized window, just big enough for the two men to fit through, but not her. Leaning down, the giant woman kicked it in with all her might, the glass splintering with a loud CRASH!

"Erhalten Sie innen, jetzt!" Vivienne snapped, pointing at the pair's way to freedom. "Kein Versuchen der Türen! Sie hören Kampf, Sie bleiben unten, Nazin konnten kommen! Ich halte weg!"

A dull pain had begun to form in Vivienne's chest, and a warm wetness was trickling down her leg, but she didn't care. The Nazis were getting closer...

========================


Translations:

Get in, now!

No trying the doors! You hear fight, you stay down, Nazis might come! I hold off!

[Amanda Knight]

They ran along and Peter nearly cashed into the woman as she stopped, letting the two go, Peter nearly went flying and had to grab on to Izzy to stop him falling over, the woman was tugging at the handles, the two men surprisingly hung back, not sure of what to do as they watched her trying frantically do get in, her eye then caught something and Peter followed her line of vision to see that she was staring at a window.

The woman ran towards it almost and hit out, causing it to crash and make a racket of a noise, Peter just stood there, amazed at how brave and man-like in the way she did things this woman was. She snapped at them and pointed at the window, it was a way to freedom, she snapped other words in Germany, she was sacrificing her own life to save them.

Peter led Izzy towards the window, helping the old man into the darkness of the cellar, it smelt of wine and other drink. ”Sie müssen mit uns kommen! Bitte… aber danke, Sie sind die freundlichste Person in der Welt” Peter had stopped by the window, staring down at the woman in slight fascination and admiration of her. He didn’t want her to leave, she would be captured again if she wasn’t careful but then if she did come with them then the Nazis would know where they were…Peter touched the girl’s check and then began to climb through the window, feeling Izzy’s arms on his legs, helping him through carefully.

Translations :

Sie müssen mit uns kommen! Bitte… aber danke, Sie sind die freundlichste Person in der Welt - You must come with us! Please...But thank you, you are the kindest person in the world

[Vivienne Rousseau]

Vivienne had crouched down to the window, helping the older gentleman through as best as she could. Her hands went to help the second one, but he had stopped to thank her, saying that she could come with them. If she did, though, they would be dead. Not many women in the world went past the five-foot range, and had a motley of scars running up and down the sides of their face.

For a moment, Vivienne accidentally slipped back into French, attempting to calm the young man. However, the act was twofold; it also helped to calm her, hearing something so familiar as her mother tongue in such a dangerous situation.

"Aucun temps pour une telle bêtise. Entrez, et y arrivez-vous et le monsieur à la sûreté. Je peux prendre de me."

Helping the younger man down into the cellar, Vivienne's head snapped up as a harsh bark of German broke the air. Despite the pain in her leg, she stood up, sprinting towards the end of the alleyway with a fierce look. She had to draw the Nazis away...

A German shouted, nearly toppled over by Vivienne as she rounded the corner. With a roar, the Frenchwoman punched him in the nose, the skin and bone beneath her fist breaking like a dry biscuit. He yelped and fell, and Vivienne kicked him out of the way, just as another tried to lunge forward with a bayonet fixed to his gun. It grazed Vivienne's side, but she was unfazed, her elbow plowing into the back of the man's neck. The Nazi fell forward, stunned, and Vivienne used the bayonet on his gun to end his life.

More Nazis came. The sounds of battle could be heard throughout the surrounding alleyways, snarls and roars and screams of French rising into the air. Those sounds mingled in with the German shouts, screams and yelps, and all that noise made it sound like hell had broken loose.

=======================

Translations:

No time for such tomfoolery. Get in, and get yourself and the gentleman there to safety. I can take of myself.

[Amanda Knight]

Peter stared, frowning slightly at the woman as she spoke in French, her natural language it seemed. He didn’t understand what she was saying; she was speaking fast in French. He stared at her, scared for the safety of this woman who had helped them and had given Izzy a few more days to live it seemed for most likely the poor man would be taken off to the ghetto or away to a camp any time soon, that was only if Peter didn’t take the man home to his house…he would have to think about it.

Peter gave a silent prayer to the God up in the sky for the woman as she disappeared after helping him down; he staggered around, nearly falling over as he tried to find his footing, Izzy was sitting in the corner of the cellar now, his face white with fear, his eyes closed how ever. Peter made his way over and heard the familiar words of Hebrew, Izzy was praying to his God, thanking him for saving him and also praying for the young woman who had put in so much courage to get them to safety.

Once the old man had finished and his eyes had opened, Peter sat down next to him, giving him a small smile in the semi-darkness, ”Wij zullen moeten wachten hier op een weinig terwijl Izzy… -” he spoke quietly, the man nodded and the two jumped suddenly as they heard shouts of German and French echoing in the air a little way away from them. Peter snuggled close to the man, the two gripped each other, they were so frightened.


It seemed like forever when the shouting and clatter stopped, but the two stayed put until they were sure that the Germans had gone. Peter nudged Izzy, ”Vorder, kom terug aan mijn huis” he smiled at the man, helping him up.

The two climbed out of the cellar, Peter first, he looked around, good, no one was around. He helped Izzy out, the man looked even frailer in the light of the snow which was still falling onto the ground. He pulled Izzy along, smiling at him. They walked along, through the backstreets, making quickly for Peter’s house, they needed to get away and fast.

Translations:

Wij zullen moeten wachten hier op een weinig terwijl Izzy… - We will have to wait here for little while Izzy
Vorder, kom terug aan mijn huis – Come on, come back to my house.

[Vivienne Rousseau]

New scars would adorn her already-scarred body, formed from the wounds she had sustained in battle. Graves would be dug for the Nazis she had killed - two with their own guns, two with necks snapped. She would not be killed, though; she was too valuable a "pack animal" to die. Instead, the Nazis would just work her harder, to try and "break her" like a horse.

The van's innards were cold, but the warmth she felt at helping those Dutch men get away kept the cold at bay. Hopefully, no lasting damage had been done to the elderly man by the Germans. It wasn't fair that the Nazis treated people in such a way, especially the the sick, the homosexuals and Gypsies, as well as the Jews...yes. It wasn't fair, and it wasn't right.

As the men up front talked loudly, orders barked for them to get into the prison van and lock the back doors securely, Vivienne breathed out a long, loud sigh. She had only been free for fifteen minutes, and even then, she had been running. It would have been nice to have been finally, actually free, but then again, at least she was still alive. There were a few newcomers amidst this group of Nazis, that she could tell, and they could have shot her by mistake. Sheer luck for her and fear from them had probably been the only things keeping the bullets from flying.

The van started, and it pulled away, back to some prison or something where Vivienne would be kept. Her chin resting on her chest, the weary Frenchwoman tried to sleep, wondering if the two men would be okay. Perhaps fate would be merciful, and they would.


======================

OOC - Blech...not my best post.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

Wasn't I supposed to originally be in this one? LOL!!

The following CP has been issued:

Bloch - 7CP

Rousseau - 7CP

-JT