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Thread: Wolverine: "1919"

Bitte, lass mich gehen. Let me go... please... A small woman called out for what probably was the fifteenth time that day, feeling weak and tired. It had been hell for the past... Oh God, how long had it been? At least six months, if not more. Marla ran a hand through her dark hair, feeling the dried blood and dirt that was matted into it. She remembered right before the crash the plane that had come out of nowhere and taken her down without a problem. She knew the plane started to go down, but about four hundred feet from the ground, she blacked out, and couldn't remember anything until she had woken up here. The smell at first had made her sick over and over again, but after the first month passed, she didn't even notice it anymore. Her pale skin was streaked with dirt, her clothes ripped and bloodstained. She would have given anything to clean off and just go home. Why wouldn't they just let her go? She knew her commanding officer had given her a package, and she was told to bring it back to the United States. She didn't know what was in it, or why it was important, but she knew that the Germans would kill for whatever it was. And now, she was paying for it. For the first few months, she dreamed of the war ending, was vindictive and combative towards the guards, and thought that any day U.S troops would come get her out of her. But day after day, week after week, no one showed up. And now, well, she had lost all hope that anyone would come get her. The girl slowly laid down on the stained jacket she had put out to protect her from the horrifying floor of the dungeon like room. Half of her just wished one of the guards would come and put her out of her misery, and the other half of her wanted to survive until someone came. If anyone would....
Thread: Wolverine: "1919"

Outside of her dark prison, down the corridor and to the left sat Leutnant Karlheinz Stanger, the soldier in charge of keeping her locked up. He was a youthful lieutenant at the age of 25, having achived the rank after the war. That's what some people said, anyway. Karlheinz was one of those that considered the war to still be in full swing -- and that this quiet spell was merely the break between rounds. His dark hair was hidden underneath the helmet protecting his head, even though there was no danger of bullets flying around down there. He sat back, cleaning the rifle that had barely been fired. She's still crying out for someone to help her. How long's she been here now, huh? Couple of months? Maybe more? You'd think she'd give up by now. No one's gonna hear her but us. And we're sure as hell not going to let her go. Sitting across from the officer sat his good friend Erich Adler, a year younger and holding the rank of Feldwebel sergeant. Up until a few seconds ago, he had been asleep -- the peacefulness of the basement failing to keep his eyes awake. Huh? What's she saying now? Same old stuff. Replied his friend, who carefully placed his rifle on the table between them, pushed himself to his feet and slowly creeped towards the door. There was a few seconds of hesitation, before a couple of loud knocks hit the door hard. Shut up in there! Karlheinz looked down the corridor. I swear, the next time she mutters something I'm throwing in some mustard gas. The German lieutenant returned to his seat, picking up his weapon once more and continuing from where he left off. A couple of hours later, she had been removed from her cell and taken to the interrogation room. It was the only other room that she spent her time in, the other being the cell. Leutnant Stanger was there, standing in the corner. In the middle of the room sat Marla -- she had been almost thrown in to the wooden chair. The German officer -- with his large nose, and side-parted hair now on show -- was considered a very attractive man indeed. He also was very aware of his lucky looks. Have you ever been to Bayern, mein fraulein? It's a nice place. I'm sure you've flown over it plenty of times, have you? Karlheinz stepped closer, grabbing her chin to force her to face him. Looking down at it's beautiful hills? Tell me... are there beautiful hills in your home town?
Thread: Wolverine: "1919"

As the man slammed his hand against the door, Marla managed to suppress a scream, gripping onto her jacket tighter as a few tears fell from her eyes. She felt like a baby, but all she wanted was to go back to Chicago with her family, curl up in her bed with her dog, and never think about this war again. But the tears weren't just of sadness. Anger was seeping in again. The girl had fits of rages when she would think about the fact that her commanding officer clearly didn't care if she was dead or alive, and that no one, in all probability, was going to come for her. As she laid there, she finally managed to drift off, her dreams being the only place where she felt entirely safe. She was abruptly awoken when two of the guards opened the door, the girl sitting up immediately and being on guard. Sure, no one was going to come in to shoot her, at least not until they had the information they needed, but she didn't want to give up anything without a fight. She was grabbed by the arms, and immediately the girl started fighting, but being only around 5 foot tall, the guard easily picked her up and held her above the ground. Marla winced in pain at the way her arms were pinned, feeling like her shoulders were going to pop out of the sockets until she was violently thrown into the rickety, wooden chair that was the only thing in the large, empty room. The gorgeous girl looked up to see Stanger, instantly looking back to the floor to try and keep her anger down. She knew from experience that fighting back was not the brightest idea, but then again, thats why her commanding officer had sent on such an important mission. She was feisty, and he knew that she wouldn't spill anything but blood for the German officers. As he approached her and started to speak, she looked down at the floor, feeling her head being jerked up to look at him. She stared into his eyes, the gorgeous girl looking like she wanted to spit in his face. She would have done anything to get his gun from him and shoot him right between the eyes, but she knew that anything she did to retaliate would only be met by pain and suffering for her. Don't touch me... The girl jerked her head away from him, gritting her teeth slightly as she frowned before shaking her head. I live in the city, you pig. But you aren't going to see you're beautiful little hills after I'm rescued. They'll shoot you so fast, you won't have time to even think about drawing your gun. Instead of spitting into his face like she wanted, she spat at his feet, resigning herself to the beating of a lifetime that she was certainly going to get. You will never... ever know anything I know. Ever. So give up while you still have your life to leave with.
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You might think you're being a very brave girl... but in fact you're just being a stupid one. Don't you see, Mein Fraulein? You're not going to get rescued. Your superiors do not know where you are. The only thing they want is the package you were carrying. You are worthless to them. Karlheinz looked down at the small puddle of saliva that she had fired on the ground, stepping back a few inches to avoid it. The room was growing colder by the minute, and though only slightly noticeable with clothes on, the extent of the temperature could only really be appreciated when clothes were off. We'll see how long you stay like this. Guards...? Remove the young woman's clothes for her. The officer spun on the spot and exited the room for a few moments as three men came in like a trio of charging bulls, grabbing and ripping, cutting away material and fabric -- leaving not a single thread of uniform on the woman's body. Breasts... vagina... backside... everything was exposed. And they held her -- the Germans gripping her arms with their strength to prevent her from lunging towards the re-entering Karlheinz and attacking him. Very soon, you're going to feel the cold. Well... you're probably feeling it already. It was all games to him. He needed her alive, although whether or not she had the information he needed was a mystery. The package was encrypted, and although a team of expert code-breakers were trying to decipher it, they weren't having much luck. That's where Marla came in. She had accepted the package. She must have known who she gave it to her. Unfortunately for Karlheinz, she didn't. It was a top secret mission, to the extent that Marla was given no knowledge of what she was transporting, and who her contact was. He was a man with no face, a man without a name. He would never be found. Tell me who gave you the package, and I'll let you walk out of this town right now.
Thread: Wolverine: "1919"

Get off me! The girl screamed and flailed as the men grabbed her, trying desperately to get them off of her and her clothing. She didn't want to be bare in front of him, and not because she thought they'd hurt her. She knew it was a power struggle, and that they were going to try and prove how weak she was and that she'd never win this. But she wasn't going to let them win so easily. They got her stripped down, her gorgeous body on display as she crossed her legs and scowled at Karlheinz. It wasn't long before the girl started shaking, her lips going slightly blue as she tried to cross her arms to get warmer. She knew that even if she told them the truth, they wouldn't believe her. She honestly didn't know. She had been given an rendezvous point to meet up with an undercover, and when she got there, she was handed a package. She never saw his face, barely heard his voice, and it's not like they met somewhere memorable. It was a bombed out warehouse that hadn't seen civilization for years, even before the war. Marla looked up at him, smiling slightly as she stopped fighting, essentially giving in physically to them. I wouldn't tell you if a gun was to my head. What makes you think I'd tell you now? You can kill me, or you can let me live. But either way.... She laughed softly, dirt streaked face looking up at him as she licked her lips, turning her heads towards one of the guards as she coughed onto him slightly.. ... Either way, you will never know what that package is. Ever...
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Oh, believe me, we're going to let you live. We're going to keep you in that small cell of yours forever. We'll make sure you're fed and watered, and kept alive until the very end of your life. No one's going to come rescue you. You're a permanent prisoner of war until you give me the information that I -- or my replacement -- wants. Karlheinz clicked his fingers, and she was once again returned to her small cell. Naked, and left to freeze by her lonesome. The German peeked through the hole in the door. You might think it is smart to play the tough card just now, but it won't be long before you start to realise how long your misery is going to be. The Officer's boots faded away down the corridor, leaving the pilot alone once more to think things through. The cell was just as cold as the interrogation room, and as the night approached it would only grow colder. Logan didn't have much time. Her scent was already tingling the hairs in his nose, telling him which direction to head. South -- no, it was more like south-west. It wasn't quite strong, as if another overbearing smell was competing with hers. The smell of sewage. It took him down to the sewers -- which for a person with a heightened smell like his -- was a horrible experience. But he continued, he had to save this girl. A lone finger traced against the stone of the sewer wall, before his feet stopped and nostrils widened. It was strong. The scent of the pilot. Here -- he could almost reach out and grab her. And it came from behind this very stone wall he stood next to. The Wolverine pressed his palms against it, his nose touching the hard, cold surface. The wall was so thin, he could hear someone moving on the other side. Down near the floor, there was a small, square-inch gap about knee height. Logan took his chances. Hey... you.
Thread: Wolverine: "1919"

The girl looked up at him with those gorgeous, hate filled eyes, and when he snapped his fingers, she immediately started thrashing again, trying to get them to let go of her. She didn't know what she'd do if she got them to let go of her, after all, she was naked and had no idea where she was. But she just wanted to run to try and escape since no one was coming to get her. They tossed her back into the cell, and she rushed the door, only to hit it as it clicked locked, making it impossible to get out. Defeated yet again, the girl sighed, slowly walking over to the jacket in the middle of the floor and sitting down on it. Half of her though about wrapping it around her to try and get warm, but then again, she was not going to sit on the floor of this place. Ever. She heard him walk down the hallway until she couldn't hear him anymore, and when she was sure that no one could hear her, she did the only thing she could think of. Cry. The girl silently wept, tears cleaning off her dirt stained cheeks enough that you could see that her nose and cheeks were spotted with light freckles that made her blue grey eyes really shine. It didn't matter though. Although she'd never admit it to any of the guards, she knew that no one was going to come for her. That's why they sent her. She had no place on the battlefield, but after begging and begging to please let her serve her country, they did. And what did she get for it? Nothing. Nothing besides a huge plane wreck, a tiny, dirty cell, and the knowledge that she'd never see her family again. As she sat there and cried silently, she could have sworn she heard footsteps, but not from the corridor. From the wall behind her. She glanced backwards at it, figuring it was probably a rat or something. Just what she needed, rodents coming into her only living space through that stupid hole in the floor. Thats when she heard it. A voice. A man's voice. And he wasn't German! He was an American! She was saved! The girl forgot all about being naked and scurried over to the hole, whispering frantically as she put her hands on the wall. Listen, you have to get me out of here. Please... I'll do anything... She looked through the hole, trying to see who her possible savior was, but not being able to see much of anything. The thought ran through her head that maybe the German officers were trying to break her with the thought of being rescued, when in reality, she wouldn't be. But even so, she had to risk it on the chance that maybe she'd see the Chicago city skyline someday soon.
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The voice. Logan didn't know what she sounded like, but the words through the wall gave all the right signs that it was the downed pilot. Not to mention that she stunk of her scent. It had to be Marla. If it wasn't, then he was about to create a whole lot of noise and commotion for nothing. Wolverine didn't reply at first, he was too busy trying to get a good idea how he was going to get through this barrier between them both. Taking a step back didn't help either, as there seemed to be no way of puncturing the wall with his bone claws. Unfortunately, he was going to have to go for a more old fashioned approach. This came in the form of the explosives he had brought with him. Apart from the service revolver, it was the only other man-made weapon on his person. The other -- his natural, deadly claws. Finally, he spoke. Keep your head down. Things are gonna get loud. He wandered to the right a short distance, making sure that when these things went off, she wasn't going to get caught up in the blast. Then, he began to set the dynamite against the thin sewer wall, lighting the fuse and taking cover. KA-BOOM!! The destruction caused by the explosion far exceeded his expectations, bricks and stone flying through the air, fragments of wood and various objects in a flutter of chaos and commotion. From inside the cell, the young pilot would have been oblivious to what was going on outside. Shouts of German and the pattering of heavy boots, the piercing cries of pain and suffering. It lasted for the whole of a single minute then it stopped. Logan climbed over the dozen-or-so bodies -- which excluded the German officer, who had luckily vacated the prison corridor mere minutes before -- and unlocked the door to the cell of the prisoner of war.
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The sudden silence made her stomach drop, her hands shaking nervously as she traced the wall gently and desperately. She didn't even know if he had a plan, or who he was, yet she seemed to think he'd be able to rescue her. For all she knew, this was his first assignment because he was expendable and if he died, well, who cares? However, when she heard his voice again, she felt her confidence in him raise slightly and nodded as if he could see her. She grabbed the jacket off the floor, picking it up and managing to strategically place it so he wouldn't be able to see anything too explicit. With that, she moved into the far corner of the room, ducking down and tucking her head down. She had no idea what was about to happen, but once she heard the explosion, she stood up and got ready for whatever was about to happen. As she stood in the cell though, she noticed one strange thing. No gunfire. Sure, there were a few shots fired, but not enough to make sense of the cries of pain. Once the noise ended, her thoughts of how strange it was disappeared, hearing a single person walking over to the door. She heard the sound of it unlocking, and the second she saw the man, and slight smile came to her face. Here she was, after months of being beaten and neglected, practically naked and covered in dirt, but alive. And she knew that she was safe. At least for now. Without a word, she rushed out of the cell, managing to keep the jacket on her small body just well enough so that she wasn't totally nude. On the back of one of the chairs was one of the German officers jackets, and she immediately grabbed it and slipped it around herself. It was long enough that it covered her about down to mid thigh, and once it was buttoned up, she turned around and looked at him again. I would thank you, but that doesn't even nearly describe how grateful I am to you... She said, pulling her hair back with one hand and grabbing a pen that was on the table. She twisted her hair around it and tucked it into it, managing to keep it pulled back out of her face. Marla then looked over at the mass of dead bodies, and for a minute, she thought she was going to be sick. But she got ahold of herself, walking over to the closest one and grabbing the gun off his hip. It was clear she wasn't used to relying on anyone else, and when she stood back up, she walked over to him and held out her hand to shake hid firmly. Marla Hunt. I'm a pilot. Listen, I was carrying something really important, and we need to get it back before we leave. She said sternly, just trying to seem more tough and resilient then she really was. After all, she wasn't going to wrap her arms around him and cry like she wanted to. That wasn't even a possibility.
Thread: Wolverine: "1919"

Marla Hunt. It was her. Not that Logan didn't know that already, even with all the dirt and the blood and various other things caked over her skin, he knew that it was her just from her scent. So that was one part of the mission over and done with, but predictably, the important part was still incomplete. Finding the package that she had been delivering. Where'd they put it? He asked, ignoring her stretched out hand and looking around the basement. As far as he was concerned, it was considered mission failure unless this was found. He just didn't want to tell that to Marla. Forgetting his manners, the Wolverine began to step back over the dead Germans, his feet splashing in puddles of red and lead. He rolled his sleeves back up, displaying an incredible amount of arm hair which was usually seen on wild animals. It matched the wild hair on his head -- there was no army regulation haircut for her saviour. After a brief scout through the basement, he realised it wasn't here. Logan knew that was going to be the case, but there was no harm checking. Sometimes, the bad guys got sloppy and complacent, which made his job a hell of a lot easier. This time, it wasn't. With the basement being soundproof, there were no further interruptions by any other soldiers. At least for the time being. As soon as someone went downstairs -- either to reinforce or change shifts -- the alarm would no doubt sound. And they still had a lot of rooms and buildings to look through. I hope these guys weren't the only ones that know where it is. He growled, pulling a chair from underneath the table at the end of the corridor, sitting down to catch his breath back. Unknown to him, there was one important member of the garrison missing from this bloodbath-corpse-soup. Leutnant Karlheinz Stanger. We got to get you some clothes as well. Can't have you runnin' around like that.
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Marla looked somewhat perplexed as he ignored her and asked her where they had put it. She hadn't seen it since the crash, but she knew that it wasn't going to be here. She remembered Stanger saying that he had the package, so she figured it was hidden somewhere no one knew. No one besides Stanger would know where it was, she was sure. ... Wait.... She muttered softly, hurrying over to the mass of dead bodies and trying to get a look at their faces. If he killed Stanger, than that was it for them finding the package, but after a few moments of looking, she stood up and looked over at him. The guy in charge isn't here. The German Officer that has been holding the fact that I'd never get out of here is gone.... He knows about the package! The girl looked over at him, walking over slowly and hopping up onto the table before crossing her arms. The sight of this man was strange. His hair wasn't cut short like most soldiers, and he looked pretty rough around the edges. And yes, it was intriguing to her on so many levels. Marla figured that, well, while they were sitting here, she might as well try and get a name out of him. After all, they were going to be stuck together for a very long time, and they might as well know a little bit about each other. So, do I get to call you anything? I mean, besides hey you? She asked softly, smiling at him for a moment to try and get him to warm up to her. It seemed like he was very down to business, and she knew that it could be both a good thing, and a bad thing. If he was too down to business, he might run straight into a trap, and then where would they be? Trapped together until more help came. Her eyes glanced down his body slowly, the girl feeling sort of safe since he was rather strong looking. However, she did have a pang of self consciousness as he mentioned the lack of clothes. They took mine an hour or so ago. Well, destroyed is a better word for what they did to them.