Overruned [Stephen]

[PFC. Daniel Johnson]

It was now morning, as a breeze fell upon Daniel. He suddenly awoke, alarmed by the breeze. He tried to move his arms to know he had been tied to a wooden chair. He was in a two story building, he sat on the second story. Half of the building was reduced to rumble from the previous battle that had taken place. So now he could see up and out at the morning sky, he watched the clouds move for a few moments. Then a sudden headache had brought him back to the matter at had. He was tied to a chair in a german building, and he would maybe be interrogated, or worse....

As he thought of that over and over again in his head, he was surprised at how calm he was. It was maybe the effects the war had on him, or maybe it was he was quite pissed at the fact him and the rest of the americans was overruned. It had took place last night, and Daniel had remember it as clearly as he haved seen it. The sounds of gun fire overhead, the yelling of dear friends. It seemed that night had burned a mark on his brain, to never be forgotten. Then he started to hear some talking behind him so he turned around, and two german soldiers entered the room.

Daniel thought it was time for everything to take place, and he was right. One of the soldiers stepped in front of him and gave him a back hand smack, then another. Pausing to stop an rub his hand then resumed with another slap. The other then did the same then they left the room, patting each other on the back with a laugh. Daniel sat there his mind brainstorming, trying to figure a way out. But he knew it would be useless so his only choice was to sit there and wait.

OOC: Wow this was my first rp post since 2010...

[Rudolf Steiner]

OOC: I'm glad I brought you back, let's make this fun as hell

IC: France had fallen ever so quickly, two weeks was all it took for the Nazi Blitzkrieg to take France down to her knees. SS-Untersturmführer Stephan Kaiser had been assigned the task to go interrogate the only single POW they were able to capture from the battle that had occurred earlier today. Stephan was more than happy to oblige, before becoming a member of the Waffen-SS, as an SS officer he was known as the Butcher of Berlin, a sadistic, psychotic man who is obsessed with the Nazi ideology but is even more obsessed with ranks and titles.

It was stated that Stephan and his squad had viciously and brutally murdered civilians in Holland on a whim under the pretense that they were harboring Jews. It was also Stephan who had captured and deported over fifteen thousand Jews in Holland. His repertoire of brutality and murder surpassed him from France, Holland, the Balkans and the USSR.

The door opened and the Waffen SS huddled around the chair all immediately stood at attention as a solitary Waffen SS officer walked into the room, where he was assigned to interrogate the captive and utilize whatever means necessary to acquire information. All 6 Waffen SS thugs gave the Nazi salute as the blond, blue eyed male looked around, his icy cold blue eyes piercing and extremely cold. "Ist das der amerikanischen Hund?"
"Ja!" Came a sharp reply from one of the soldiers. Stephan stared him down, reaching into the breast pocket of his Waffen-SS uniform and extracted a lighter and a cigarette and then spoke in the most pretentious manner, "du, Untermenschen Tier, sprechen Sie Deutsch?"


Translation

Is that the American dog?

Yes

You, subhuman animal, do you speak German?

[PFC. Daniel Johnson]

Wow, sitting in a soundless, empty room was starting to get anyoing. Just to sit down and wait for some Nazi to walk in a room to kill him was anoying. "JUST KILL ME" he yelled in his mind as he didn't want the germans to know he lost his cool. Surely someone would have heard him scream, he didn't want his death to come just yet.

Then the door opened and a handful of Nazi's came marching into the room. "Great..." Daniel said as the soldiers marched into place. Then another soldier walked threw the door, Daniel could tell he was high ranking from the uniform he was wearing. The soldier asked one of his private's a question and he replied yes. Then Daniel wacthed the guy went into his pocket and toke out a lighter and a cigarette, and started smoking.

The guy then stepped into his face and asked him if he speaked german, and also called him an subhuman animal. Daniel then looked at the german than his shoes, and spit on it in response. "Natürlich Nazi Ratte he added.

[Rudolf Steiner]

"Perfekt, es spart mir die Mühe zu sprechen Ihre schmutzigen Zunge." Stepan was simply elated, it had been a while since he had been assigned an interrogation mission, something of a specialty and a hobby of Stephan. Stephan being of blue blood, had been raised in an extremely high standards, as his father highly valued education spoke 8 languages some better than others, German, English, French, Italian, Russian, Hungarian, Romanian, Polish and Bulgarian. Thus he was primarily used as an interpreter, negotiator and then interrogator due to his silver tongue and his expertise in languages. He snapped his fingers at one of the Waffen-SS guards who quickly rushed out and retrieved a chair and placed it in front of the man.

Stephan flicked his cigarette through one of the massive holes caused by either a tank shell or a AT-shell, making the building appear as a massive piece of Swiss cheese, a thought that amused Stephan. "Hmm .. Wo kann ich mit Ihnen anfangen? So viele Fragen, so viel Zeit, um zu töten."
Stephan smiled, however it was extremely hollow and sadistic. Stephan turned his head and very smoothly removed his SS hat and one soldier approached holding on to it. Everyone knew what was coming next, if Stephan removes his hat then probably he was going to draw blood, gallons of it, at that. If the American refused to speak, Stephan was simply going to shoot his left knee cap, if he spoke and gave him information he did not care about he was going to stab him in the thigh with a scalpel. With Stephan it was a game or Russian Roulette but he never lost.

The weather was getting chillier in the open air as the roof of the building they were occupying had been blown off and exposed them to the sky above, as the sun began setting overhead. Such a shame this place did not have music, to muse Stephan into his mood, now he was just going to be outright violent. Stephan then leaned back with the chair and lit another cigarette, his head lazily cocked back watching the stars and clouds overhead a secret little hobby of his, this was one of the extremely rare moments when his face was not sadistic or murderous, he found a sort of sanctuary in the heavens above, despite not being a religious man at all. Stephan's head suddenly looked right into the American's eyes. As he stood up and circled him. "So wie über Sie mir sagen, wo die Amerikaner befinden, das würde mich sehr freuen?"

TRANSLATION

Perfect, it saves me the trouble of speaking your filthy tongue.

Hmm.. Where do I begin with you? So many questions, so much time to kill.

So how about you tell me where the Americans are located, that would make me quite pleased?

[PFC. Daniel Johnson]

OOC: sorry if I posy let, my computer had caught a vivrus

Daniel sat still thinking about the soldiers comment, speak our filthy tounge. He acutally felt the same way of speaking german as the words had always felt unusal rolling of his tounge. The only reason he had been able to speak German was because of his uncle, who speaks it fluently. Daniel had no problem speaking in German because he wasn't trying to br killed by one, such as the situation he is currently in know. By a high ranking German soldier, which is a good example. As he is now being interrogated by one now. Daniel then watched the SS soldier and his men as he knew it was time to begin.

As he watched the soldier made a sudden movment, but Daniel noticed that he was just throwing his cigarttee away. And as he saw it he thoght of what he would do for one now as stress fell over him. After a moment of silence the soldier had spoke, guessing of what to do with Daniel as if he was just a toy to play with. Then he smiled, it eas something about is smile that made him shiver inside, but it had no effect on his expression. The he took of his hat and handed it to one of his soldiers, Daniel knew something was about to happen next, maybe a simple question or a shed og blood. He knew it had to be one out of those two, so he braced himself for what was coming next.

The soldier than lit another cigarttee and laid back for a few moments. Then he stood and circled around Daniel for awhile and asked him a question. Were are the americans are located? Ha, Daniel would never give that question up easlly, he would have to be totured to give up information like that. But then maybe he asked that question knowing I would say no to have alittle fun with me? Daniel had thought about the question for a few moments, and decided to give false information. "Es ist ein Campingplatz zwei Meilen östlich von hier entfernt" he said. He hoped that he didn't sound like he was lying, and that the soldier didn't know he was.

Tranlation

There is a camp site located two miles east from here

[Rudolf Steiner]

Stephan could smell bullshit from a mile away, however he decided he is going to humor the American, perhaps if he keeps this up, the American will have to form a web of lies, which eventually will cause him his demise. "Ich sehe ... Diese amerikanische Truppen in den Osten, was ist der Zug bestand aus?" Stephan was now standing behind the American, with one hand in his pocket, idly holding on to the handle of his trusty scalpel, a staple item that Stephan carried around with him during interrogation sessions. With one hand placed firmly over the American's shoulder, with an iron grip. If the American tilted his head to the side, then he could see the SS-Untersturmführer's cuffband which was black with the Roman Numerals XIII etched on it.

"Schade, du verdammte Amerikaner nicht wissen, welche Mühe es braucht, um in der Waffen-SS sein oder? Hier ist eine zufällige Tatsache für Sie, die Waffen-SS die Elite Truppen Adolf Hitlers sind, so dass Ihre erbärmliche kleine Lüge wird nie an mir. Wir sind geschult, um die Besten der Besten zu sein, das Pik-As, König der Könige." Stephan as he concluded his speech very quickly stabbed the American in the shoulder blade from behind him digging it deep between the bones, merely tearing at the muscles of his right shoulder. Meanwhile all the Waffen-SS in the room, who were highly accustomed to Stephan's cruel and unusual ways stood in silence observing the man at work.

As a member of the Waffen-SS, an officer at that Stephan was trained in the most rigorous manner and had been interrogated himself regarding his background and family to see if he was fit for the Waffen-SS. Stephan cracked his neck and then smoothly glided back to his seat as he did, a wide, sadistic grin etched on his face, like that of a mad man. "Vielleicht sollten wir wieder versuchen, amerikanische, habe ich schien plötzlich wurde defeaned haben, wo sind die Amerikaner befinden?"
In his hand he was playing the blade of the scalpel which was coated in a layer of blood. His smile so sickening.

TRANSLATION

I see, the American troops in the East, what is their battalion consisted of?

Pity, you fucking American don't know how much effort it takes to become a member of the Waffen-SS, Here's a random fact for you, the Waffen-SS, the elite troops of Adolf Hitler, so your pathetic little lie will never be me. We are trained to be the best of the best, the ace of spades, the king of kings.

Perhaps we should try again American, I have seemed to have been suddenly defeaned, where are the Americans located?

[PFC. Daniel Johnson]

Wow I thought you were inactive for a while so I haven't borthered to post. But anyway I think it would be best to close this thread

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following CP has been issued:

Steiner - 3

Johnson - 2 (you had a short post)

-JT