Thread: We're All Mad Here [Cola | Bones]

Some people build things, theyre the creators of the world. While most wouldnt include Aldrik Aloisi in such a group, he was quick to disagree. You see he was a user, a destroyer and the greatest creator. After all, one could not create something new without breaking down and desecrating the old, and what could not be outright destroyed must be dominated, preferably through the use of cunning and manipulation. It was a small detail people failed to consciously realize and it was for this reason that the young man did his job so well he broke down the strafgefangene in his camp with ease. As supporters of Hitlers campaign, the 14 year olds parents insisted he participate in Hitlerjugend - Hitler's Youth - where he learned of the shortcomings of other races beyond his own and gained experience in military combat before going off to war. He, like many of the other boys pledged his loyalty to Hitler and the Nazi nation during that time. It's been over ten years and he hasnt looked back since. Aldrik served his country with pride and would do so until the day he died. Before entering into the Waffen-SS as lieutenant, Aldrik had been a soldier on the field for three years, fighting in both Germany and much of France before a bullet to his leg left his femur broken. While the doctors had been able to remove the bullet and splint his leg, the shattered pieces of bone that remained prevented him from doing any long term combat. As a result, hed been sent here where he worked his way up the ranks until he no longer had to act as guard to the Jews who filled the lager, rather he oversaw the guards themselves to make sure they were in order and organized the paperwork for his camp and the detainees. Of course, he was a man of action and being confined to his office bored him on occasion so he made rounds in the camp when he felt so inclined. However, it wasnt boredom that had him donning his hat and leaving his office, a paper in hand. It was one Liesel Mauss. Aldrik read what little there was in her papers, noticing the brief note about her parents with disdain. Hed been familiar with the Mauss surname but not with the family themselves. He couldnt imagine why they would throw their lives away for a simple Saujuden , why they would taint their family name. It was inexcusable. He supposed it was of no matter to him now that they were dead. The descent into the encampment was a short one as he could see the going ons of the inmates from his window, nevertheless he could feel the numbness in his ears and face in the time it took him to get there. However, being the hot blooded man he was, the feeling was enjoyable to his normally warm skin. Spotting one of the guards near the entrance to the mess hall he ordered him forward. Lieutenant. Aldrik handed the man the paper before folding his hands at his front. Tell the Rapportfhrer to locate her. The officer nodded his assent as he looked down at the name, recognition lighting his features. Ah, you want the Black Sheep. Aldrik didnt say a word though his expression made the question in his eyes clear and the man elaborated. She was the odd one in her family and now she is the odd one among her own kind. I can take you to her myself if you want. Aldrik extended his hand to lead the way with a small smile, a slight limp marring what would be considered a smooth gait. Hed forgotten how fast news spread when you worked in the guard. To know that a little Jewish girl had managed to cause such a stir in the lager made him curious. Was she some blonde abomination or had her story simply served as entertainment for them? The smell of sickness and smoke followed them through the camp until they came to the area where their uniforms were made and cleaned. The smell of fabric, soap, and wood took up residence there as women and children sat side by side in endless rose sewing various pieces together. If Aldrik remembered correctly, it was one of the few moments they were able to rest their feet during the day. There, by the window. The guard pointed to a hunched over figured three rows down working at a sewing machine and he nodded as the other returned the papers. You can return to your post. Aldrik walked silently across the room until he came to stop in front of her station, noticing that his presence garnered a few looks, many of them varying from fear to anger to incomprehension. He knew some of them remembered him from when he first started out there and where happy he no longer did daily patrol. Standing at his full stature of 62, he looked down on her for a long moment, slate blue eyes taking in the clumped black hair and long fumbling fingers of the girl before him. Her pale face was tinted with dirt and her eyes sunken from fatigue even so he could still see she was what most would consider pretty with her big eyes and full lips despite being a Jew. He couldnt see much of her body but he couldnt say he cared one way or another. She didnt seem like the type to last long in the lager. Looking at the piece of paper he said her name. He wanted only to extend his welcome. Number 73489, formerly known as Liesel Mauss. He folded his arms. Tell me and mind you keep sewing is it hard? He watched her with a look of concern. Being a citizen one moment and filth the next. For those traitors to give you such false hope is the ultimate betrayal. Fortunately for you, Im here to help you learn your place. Ill make you into the person you were meant to be, the person everyone here knows you should be. Aldriks arm made a dramatic sweep across the room, gesturing to the rest of the inmates before he clasped his hands together. Its only the right thing to do is it not? He leaned forward, his eyes intent and voice low. Is it not?