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Jack grunted as he limped through the forest. A panzer division had slaughtered his unit, killing nearly all of them. Nearly being literally everyone else in the unit. He managed to barely leap from a jeep as the turret of one of the tanks fired upon it. Even barely making it out his leg was crushed by a piece of debris, wounding him nastily. He crawled for a few hours before managing to make himself a simple crutch with a stick he found. He had then crawled for hours, towards the only thing that he could see that wasn't tree's. An old castle on a hill.
Jack whimpered as he moved forward, the night had drawn close, there were howls and the noises of creatures that could smell his blood. The poor soldier had used his jacket to wrap his leg, leaving him in little more than the wife beater he wore. And now that the rain had started, he was a miserable sight. His pants were torn from shrapnel, one leg wrapped up. He usually stood at six foot eight, but with his current wounds and the rain pouring down, he was slumped over, unable to do much. He had, at the very least made his way closer and closer to the castle and...as the storm began to get worse, he finally made it.
The pathetic looking man held onto his rifle he had slung over his shoulder, he knew the vehicles that were stationed outside, they were nazi vehicles. He only hoped the bastards would take pity on him and not simply kill him outright. He knocked pathetically on the door, speaking his oh so rusty German, "I am an american, I come to surrender," he said. It killed him to say it, even with the smudges of dirt and oil running down his face thanks to the rain, the buzz cut of black hair and his hardened jawline set against a very chiseled face. He pounded again, tears hidden behind the rain now, "I am American, I surrender!" he called louder.
Before he could do anything else the door creaked open. He whimpered as he pushed his way in, only to find an empty entry way. The only sound besides the falling rain and thunder were that of an old gramophone, playing a record. He hesitated as he looked around, "Hello?" he said in German yet again. He wasn't sure what was going on, or what was happening but something made his hair stand on end. He didn't dare pull his rifle out though, for fear of being shot by a soldier.
Jack moved inside the castle, slowly at first as he heard little more than the music. He slowly approached when he noticed two guards who had gas masks on. They were holding a woman hostage, one with a gun to her head as the other was reading from a book in German. He hesitated, noting that the gun the man held to her wasn't... normal. It sparked and emitted strange light's and colors. He hesitated, not sure what to think of teh scene when he heard someone behind him. He ducked for cover in a small alcove, holding his gun to his body as he saw an officer slowly start to walk by. He said something. Something about leaving quickly, and taking the woman with them. The others were gone and not coming back, or something to that at least.
Jack knew what that meant. He couldn't let them take this woman. Besides, the vehicles outside might be his only way home. He knew what he had to do, and he stepped out, drawing the rifle. With a single shot the man stumbled and fell, and Jack reached out and grabbed his foot, tugging him towards himself. He grabbed the weapon the man had in his holster and waited for the next soldier to come through. They came at the same time, weapons raised, but he was ready. He fired the pistol repeatedly, impacting the first one repeatedly and causing him to collapse. He threw the weapon at the man who came next, hitting him square in the chest and causing him to charge. He tackled Jack to the ground and put his arms around his neck, choking the life out of him as Jack weakly fought back.
Jack whimpered as he moved forward, the night had drawn close, there were howls and the noises of creatures that could smell his blood. The poor soldier had used his jacket to wrap his leg, leaving him in little more than the wife beater he wore. And now that the rain had started, he was a miserable sight. His pants were torn from shrapnel, one leg wrapped up. He usually stood at six foot eight, but with his current wounds and the rain pouring down, he was slumped over, unable to do much. He had, at the very least made his way closer and closer to the castle and...as the storm began to get worse, he finally made it.
The pathetic looking man held onto his rifle he had slung over his shoulder, he knew the vehicles that were stationed outside, they were nazi vehicles. He only hoped the bastards would take pity on him and not simply kill him outright. He knocked pathetically on the door, speaking his oh so rusty German, "I am an american, I come to surrender," he said. It killed him to say it, even with the smudges of dirt and oil running down his face thanks to the rain, the buzz cut of black hair and his hardened jawline set against a very chiseled face. He pounded again, tears hidden behind the rain now, "I am American, I surrender!" he called louder.
Before he could do anything else the door creaked open. He whimpered as he pushed his way in, only to find an empty entry way. The only sound besides the falling rain and thunder were that of an old gramophone, playing a record. He hesitated as he looked around, "Hello?" he said in German yet again. He wasn't sure what was going on, or what was happening but something made his hair stand on end. He didn't dare pull his rifle out though, for fear of being shot by a soldier.
Jack moved inside the castle, slowly at first as he heard little more than the music. He slowly approached when he noticed two guards who had gas masks on. They were holding a woman hostage, one with a gun to her head as the other was reading from a book in German. He hesitated, noting that the gun the man held to her wasn't... normal. It sparked and emitted strange light's and colors. He hesitated, not sure what to think of teh scene when he heard someone behind him. He ducked for cover in a small alcove, holding his gun to his body as he saw an officer slowly start to walk by. He said something. Something about leaving quickly, and taking the woman with them. The others were gone and not coming back, or something to that at least.
Jack knew what that meant. He couldn't let them take this woman. Besides, the vehicles outside might be his only way home. He knew what he had to do, and he stepped out, drawing the rifle. With a single shot the man stumbled and fell, and Jack reached out and grabbed his foot, tugging him towards himself. He grabbed the weapon the man had in his holster and waited for the next soldier to come through. They came at the same time, weapons raised, but he was ready. He fired the pistol repeatedly, impacting the first one repeatedly and causing him to collapse. He threw the weapon at the man who came next, hitting him square in the chest and causing him to charge. He tackled Jack to the ground and put his arms around his neck, choking the life out of him as Jack weakly fought back.
