Lies and Betrayal (Angzyn and ArcturusV)

[Angzyn]

The young co-pilot had only landed for the night. She and her main pilot only dropping off needed supplies to freely forces before flying the cargo plane back into friendly territory. Just staying the night while their plain was being fueled and looked over for take off as soon as first light. What should the American Pilots and there crew have to fear. The Russians where on their side in this bloody war. The last word they had gotten about German forces was that they where backing down. What a shock when in the middle of the night the small hutch they where staying in was flooded with Russian soldiers. The Americans finding themselves in cuffs. The last thing the female knowing about was a sharp pain in the back of her head.

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Only God knew how long she had been out. Waking up in a dark room, her wrist still in cuffs chains bounding them to the wall. She knew she was not alone from the sounds of cries and coughs. Another sound bringing a little bit of fear to her heart, the sound as if someone was drowning. Yet, in the dark she could not see who it was or what was going on. Small whimpers coming from no where as well as moans of pain. Where ever she was it was not good, dark and cold. Really cold.

Then came the sound of a door opening, the room slowly feeling with light from the hall way. Slowly showing what the woman had feared. Every now and again along the walls of the room where bound men. Most bloody and beaten, most the members of her crew. Looking down and a few feet in front of her was the sound of the drowning gasp…her main pilot laying there on the stone floor. Eye blank and gasping for air as a young male walked into the room. Taking a knee by the dieing man as he tired to speak. But all that was heard was blood drowned moans and cries. A hand trying to lift off the ground as it went limp and the male that walked in shook his head.

The first pilot was dead.

In the door way came another male, this one lager then the one that took a knee next to the dead American pilot. A few words exchanged between the two in a language the woman did not know. Two other men entering soon after walking past the male at the door and the male that was already in the room with the captives. Each grabbing a foot as the dead body was drug out leaving a crimson line across the floor. The other captors slowly started to moan and cry out…one even screaming out for them to help him. To please let him go.

The woman however kept quite, pushing herself more into the wall. Her heart beating out of her chest. What was going on here?

 

[ArcturusV]

The man stood rod straight, hands clasped behind his back, his boots shoulder width apart as the man was dragged off. His face was a mask of displeasure, frowning at the pitiful specimens of humanity before him. His steely gaze lingered on each person in turn. He locked onto the eyes of the prisoners, holding his gaze there for a long moment until they either broke their gaze away or he seemed satisfied with something he saw in each of them. He spared only a moment to frown at the kneeling man, who was scuttling from person to person, inspecting them.

"Silence! I will not listen to your caterwauling," the man spoke in a heavily accented form of English. It didn't take a well traveled ear to know he was from Central Europe. Germanic or a close relative. His uniform showed as much as well. Crisp, clean, and clearly the colors of the enemy. He spoke with authority.

"I am Commandant Mahler, and you are prisoners under my care. Are we clear?" It wasn't really a question, not from the tone he put into his voice. "Your time here need not be a nightmare. But my tolerance is in short supply. Do not press me. Are we clear?"

The man who had checked the dead pilot had, at this time finally made his way down the line to the copilot. He kept his eyes downcast, avoiding her gaze as much as possible. His hands were careful with her as he inspected her. He gently nudged her around, getting a look at her wounds, occasionally making a humming sound as he checked something off his list.

"Possible concussion. Try to stay awake Frauline," he whispered softly to her, "I will be back later with proper treatments."

The officer, no apparently done with introductions, turned to the man who begged to be let free. He yelled out in German, calling out for his men to "Take the man to the blackworks!" The two men from before came back in. One took out his sidearm, pistol whipping the man, watching him fall slack in his chains. They then unlocked him, dragging him by the arms back out of the room, ignoring his murmured protests.

"I leave you to your fate," the officer said, seeing the corpsman having finished up his first inspection. He turned on his heels and marched out the door. The medic followed after, giving one last glance at the prisoners, frowning to himself as he shut the door behind him.

 

[Angzyn]

And silence did indeed seem to fall upon the room as the Commander demanded. The woman’s eye now moving to rest upon the well trained man in the officers uniform, the very look of him demanded respect. His voice carried threw the room like a man of his ran should, causing everyone to look at him. Even as his glair moved room man to man the copilot’s eyes never moved, listening to everything that was said. Until she found her eyes meeting with those of the Commander. Frozen, the copilot could not look away nor did she try until he moved onto the next.

It was then and only then did she drop her head, looking away as if trying to rest her head against the wall. Jumping slightly as she felt someone touch her. Head quickly lifting up and swinging around to see the corpsman looking her over. Doing her best to try and avoid his touch as he inspected her. A few scratches here and there, maybe a cut or two. Where the cuffs hugged her wrist the skin was black and blue from the female kind of hanging from them as she was knocked out. Concussion, must likely. She had been hit with something thought what he called her left a look of question on her face, “Frauline?”

But her question was short lived when the Commander yelled for his men. Removing a man, that she recalled from her flight crew, from his chains after being “dealt with.” The action causing the woman to try and stand but with no luck. Watching as the Commander said his closing statement and then taking his leave. The Corpsman falling close behind and shutting the door with him. Returning the room to its darken state.

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All though the corpsman said he would be back with treatment it felt like he was never coming back. No, instead she fought the cold and with it the will to sleep. Watching as the same two soldiers came back and left with another of her fellow brothers-in-arms and then another and another until she was the only one left. Every now and then she tried to shift her body only to find she could not really move or sit down. The chains where to short, and all she could really was kneel or hang there. Both leaving her slightly in pain. Leaving her feeling rather hopeless…

That was until the sound of footsteps could be heard from behind that closed door, the door slowly opening soon after.

 

[ArcturusV]

A head poked out slowly from behind the door. A young man, his soft brown hair just growing a bit longer than might be regulation. He was frowning softly as he look around the now mostly empty cell. Murmuring something to himself he slid around the door, unwilling to open it any further. As soon as his body was past it, he pushed it closed behind him, keeping his back to the wall and his eyes on a spot of the floor about two feet in front of the captured pilot within. Upon closer look, it was the same medic from before, however he looked tired and worn down. The bags under his eyes were just starting to form, and it was obvious that he had not gotten a shave in a day. He wore a satchel around his chest this time, and he approached with slow, steady steps, keeping his eyes away from the woman as he did so.

"Are you awake Frauline?" he asked softly as he drew up to just a few feet away from her. He knelt down before her, rummaging through his bag. Unlike the Commandant from before, this man seemed a bit more haggard. It was doubtful he would have ever passed an inspection, buttons missed on his uniform, stains that might have been anything from breakfast to blood, rips, tears. He was young, barely having been drafted most likely, but he carried himself with a bit of exhaustion, as though the last few months had aged him decades.

 

[Angzyn]

That word again Frauline, still not sure what it meant, but the tone of it did not seem to demeaning. Then again the young man just seemed soft spoken, nor did she really seemed ready to cause any type of problems. Not bothering to answer him as she shifted in the shadows of the room. Watching as he took a knee a few feet before her and started to dig threw his bag. She was awake however, wishing she was not. She was cold, tired, her wrist her as did her knees, and scared although she tried her best not to show it. She wanted to know what had happened, where her men where. Though she would not dare to ask the corpsman.

Upon closer look she could see that the medic looked a mess, and his face showed exhaustion. In truth he looked like she felt. Waiting a moment to see what he was pulling out of his bag, doing her best to gather up some nerve to speak. And finally speaking, “Where did they take the others?”

Even if something told her she would not like the answer.

 

[ArcturusV]

The man took out a small bottle and a cloth. With a simple twist it was open, and the man covered the top with the cloth, pouring out a little onto it. "It may sting Frauline," he warned. Even as she asked her question he seemed to pointedly ignore her, focusing instead on his hands. He brought the cloth towards her wounds, minor scraps and cuts that he had found earlier, and started cleaning them out. Whatever he put on that cloth stung like hell. Iodine? Some alcohol? Did it really matter? He seemed not to let any of the possible flinching bother him. Only roughing grabbing her, pinning whatever part he was working on down if she kept shying away.

"To the Black Labors," he finally whispered to her as he finished up cleaning the last wound. He returned his items to the satchel, pulling out a roll of gauze, going to work slowly on bandaging her wounds, such as they were. "I am sorry."

 

[Angzyn]

A small hissing like sound could be heard as she drew in a deep breath between her teeth, she had not thought much of it when she watched the male cover the tip of that rag with what ever was in that bottle. Just like she didn’t think much of it when he said it stung, but she was wrong to do so. Being burned by a hot flame would have hurt less. At one point trying to pull away from him only to have him grab onto her and pull her back. Almost starting a struggle a few times, before the copilot just let him finish what he was doing. Wrapping parts of her arms and legs with gauze.

A few times shooting him a look that would kill if it could. Forgetting where she was for a moment before looking away and resting her head against the wall. Finally getting the answer to her questions, letting them sit for a while before daring to ask yet another question, “So what is this Black Labors? And what are you sorry about?” The second part of her question rather cold and blaming. Almost like it was his fault she was here and in the pain she was in, like he was the reason she was cold and tired. For a moment not caring about her tone or the spot she was in.