Thread: Bingo! A Basterdly Tale [SevenxPosie]

His lip was split. A bitter, metallic tang of blood filled his mouth saliva soaking and mixing with acidic bile at the back of his throat as the car jolted from side to side on a suddenly uneven terrain. Much of the thick crimson liquid had seeped from the gash on the captives naturally swollen lower lip, through the thick material of the white handkerchief that had been stuffed between those pouty lips to gag him. A fold had become too weighted with the substance a drop trickling down the corner of his mouth, pooling onto the leather seat he had been thrown upon hours ago.. Laid out on his left side, hands bound behind him. Sweat beading upon his forehead, at the base of his neckPanic-stricken viridian eyes that had cruelly been left uncovered, darted from window to window foolish, desperate in their attempt to discover where they were headed As if it would matter. Aarons fate had been sealed the moment that one of his ribs had cracked. Impaled by one of the Germans boots as he had slept beneath a worn down bridge, regaining his strength to continue his travels the moment the sun set...They had found him, under that hardly scenic bridge. A bridge that the forest seemed hell bent on reclaiming vines and mold patterning the length of the structure like a twisted hand uprooted from the ground. Surely the patrols wouldnt be able to successfully maneuver a vehicle of any size over itThey would go to a new bridge, and scout the other side by means of that route...In fact, that was precisely the standard proceedings of the soldiers who were charged with the security of the area. As luck would have it however, one could successfully avoid the patrol routesbut not the areas where the patrol stopped to piss. The impact of the boot against his chest had been the searing pain that had initially awoken Aaron Levy, as he slept in the otherwise serene French forest. As fragments of his bones frayed, a feminine shriek sent the birds in the surrounding trees skyward. One man had interrogated him heavy fists colliding with Aarons porcelain face while he was shoved against the weathered bricks of the bridges underside. The other man searched through the black knapsack the boy had been resting his head upon, finding nothing of particular value or interest save for that no identification papers could be located. The belt that had cinched his coat delicately around his slender waist had been ripped off with little regard. His pockets searched, the buttons torn and the coat discarded into the muddy water of one of the stems of the Moselle. The pretty boys head soon followed suit, gloved hands wrenched tightly in the waves of his long dark hair. Held beneath the current until his name was confessed His name. If Levy was not enough to make him suspicious, than his lack of paperwork acted only to finalize the closed mindset of a German soldier if you couldnt prove you werent a Jew, you were a Jew. One of the men had turned in the front seat. His dark eyes wandering over the length of Aarons body until their eyes met deadlocked. The captives heart stilled in his chest, and though his bruises still burned, his eyes narrowed up at the man. Defiance a resilient quality of an ever-persecuted people.. The vehicle choked, sputtering as it came to a stop. Aaron was soon pulled out of the backseat, exchanged like some purchased good from the hand of one man to the other. His arm throbbing already, threatening to produce another bruise beneath the bunched up sleeve of his torn shirt. The handsomely tailored hunter green shirt, black waistcoat and charcoal pants he had left Luxenbourg with two weeks ago were now in shambles. The knees of his slacks scraped open from being dragged along the ground...The seams of his shirt starting to tear from brute force.His waistcoat mostly in tact, though his grandmothers pearl pendant had been removed when he his hands had been bound. Kreativ sein. Aarons head suddenly felt very heavy, his vision dimming slightly before being jolted forward. His feet however, moved lightly, without much resistance as he was pulled along by the less-decorated soldier. The smell of smoke from the others lit cigarette burned inside of his nose, causing him to cough against the kerchief. He saw only blurs as they moved through the woodsLeaves blending into one another.. His feet fuzzy shadows that held no shape until they suddenly stopped. His ears had been ringing For how long, he was uncertainbut the sound of the crashing waterfall seemed to alert his senses. As his eyes turned upward, they squinted slightly in the setting sunlight. There was distress on the soldiers face before himHe seemed to be looking past him for a moment, checking for something..Convincing himself of some pestering thought before those dark eyes set to wolfenly appraise the captive before him. Aarons long fingers had splayed slightly behind him, stretching and straining without moving his shoulders too noticeably, trying to untie his restraints as he had failed to do while en route Suddenly, the Nazis hand shot forward, seizing him by the scruff of the neck like Aaron was some sort of misbehaved feline. The boys body tensed, easily collapsing the moment his legs were swept out from beneath him. With no way to compose himself, the slender Jew fell forward, his nose filling instantly with the cold water of the lake, long hair veiling around him, soaking those dark tresses once again as he flailed desperately. Frantic bubbles rippling through the surface of the lake as Aaron's fingers curled into fists behind his back, his jagged nails piercing into the flesh of his palm as his writhed beneath the man's grasp..