Thread: The Hunting Game [Temptationist x Dark Saint]

Fredrick nearly jumped right out of my arm hold. As he was startled, he instantly hopped into his submissive, compliant military stance. In a visually surprise manner, I stepped back, letting go of his stiffening arm as he entered such a independent salute. My smile was quickly wiped from my face as I was nearly shoved to the sidelines in such a quick change of events. If I hadn't been posing, I would have naturally rolled my eyes at such a pathetic fear-driven military brat like Fredrick. He was cripplingly cooperative, which is what made him such an honorable soldier. Though, in my defiant eyes, he was just another sheep trudging along in the herd. Typical . I thought. Though, my facial expression depicted the total opposite. My big, starry eyes looked upon the white-dressed Oberschtze as if I was utterly smitten with his achievements. My returning smile was authentic enough to move even the strongest of men to their knees. The military child quickly relaxed his shoulders as he realized he was being played by the Major. He sighed a big relief, quickly turning to focus his attention back on the lady of the spotlight. Major Urner! He said with a strong nod. Moving back, he motioned for me to stand before him. This is my date- -Anya. I swiftly finished Fredrick's sentence, not allowing him the pleasure of speaking for me when I could so easily speak for myself. Anya Maksimov. A fake name. I extended my arm out to you, offering you my black, silk-gloved hand for your gentlemanly kissing. I waited a moment to speak again, using my ice-cold blue eyes to truly soak in all the features of your face. You were painfully Aryan-looking, with the classic stern characteristics many would stereo-typically assume for Germans. You had a strong jaw, a high cheek bone and the highly-sought after dark blonde hair. Despite your objectively handsome features, there was one trait I could not ignore. You had beady eyes dark with avarice and conviction. I wondered for a moment if those same determined eyes were also filled with lechery. It is an honor, Major... to finally meet the very Face of Germany. My German was near perfect, with barely a hint of a Russian accent, if there was a Russian accent at all. If not speaking to a trained ear, I could surely fool a native German. Retracting my hand calmly, Fredrick moved his forearm towards me, and I took it with pride and confidence. Curling my hand around his bicep, my eyes never left yours. Fredrick has spoken very highly of you. You are a war hero. I would have rather puked those words than speak them, but my whirling malice only allowed for victory. Without discretion and disguise, I would be but another dead man on the battlefield. But I wonder, Major Urner, does a soldier like yourself know how to dance as well as he can shoot? Fredrick's beaming smile quickly faded as his head shifted to look down at me, surprised and agape. Not only was I being charming and witty, but I was directing my flirtation to another man, and not Fredrick. A sense of jealously could be felt rising within the young lad as his breath dried in his throat. Despite his confusion, my offer would not come to fruition. There was a sudden clinking on the glasses behind us. Turning around to meet the attention of the Colonel Amsel, he rose his wine to the air and tapped on the side of the glass continuously with a butter knife. Attention, ladies and gentlemen... He reiterated as the crowd swiftly turned to face him. Fredrick pulled me in close, hovering his lips over my ear. We should go . He whispered to me. I looked up at him with a flash of confusion. There was a sense of worry in his eyes. His pupils restricted - a sign that he was keeping something from me. He tugged on my arm, urging me to follow his lead towards an exit. Although I originally expected the soldier to take off to a cheap Russian bar to join his drunk comrades, we were already amidst a grand gala, and he expected me to abandon ship in the middle of an important speech? Fredrick ...? I whispered through my gritted teeth, retracting my arm to defiantly stand my ground. I did not want to leave just yet, that was clear in both the lack of my movement and the confused look on my face. My eyes bore like daggers in Fredrick. You're being rude . That was the expression on my face. The Colonel looked to Kristian with a blooming smile. We gather here today to celebrate not only the triumph of the Nazi Regime, but more importantly, the victories of our very own... Major Kristian Urner of Schutzstaffel. Amsel cheered the air with his glass as the crowd turned to look at you. Light clapping erupted in the room, though, it quickly came to a stop when the Colonel raised his voice again. Looking to Fredrick, I watched as the droplets of sweat formed at the edge of his hairline. He was nervous his body temperature rising. My eyes narrowed slightly, crossing paths with the famed Major before shifting back over to the Colonel. Amsel continued in his speech. Not only is he the best soldier in the infantry, but he is the sole responsible for the successful assassination of the infamous She-Wolf, sniper of Russia and destructive foe of Germany! He boasted, Tonight, we not only commemorate the death of such problematic assailant, but also the triumph of Stalingrad as their forces weaken, the Soviet and all of its Russian scum WILL BE DEFEATED! Fredrick's head dropped as the anticipation of those very words had haunted him into escape just moments ago. Placing a hand over his forehead, he ducked his face in shame as my insulted eyes turned to look at him. There was a look of blasphemous disgust on my face. My hand around his bicep weakened. Is that what you think of me? Russian scum? Pulling away from him, I swiftly and dramatically turned away from him. Darting straight for the exit of the dining hall, Fredrick quickly spun around to try and explain. A-Anya, wait! His concerned voice was masked in the cheering of the crowd around us. My climatic exit would be all but unseen in such a mass of people. Fredrick caught up to me in only a few short dashes. At the archway connecting the hall to the hallway, he grabbed for my wrist and forced me to face him. As we began to bicker behind the awing horde of German soldiers and Nazi officers alike, the Colonel was all but done his glamorous speech. Amsel lifted his index finger to point to a large Nazi flag just several feet behind him. The bright red rectangle of silky material lay outstretched and proud with the German swastika at the center of attention. It was well over 10 feet wide and 6 feet tall - covering a large portion of the Imperial Manor's focal wall. The Colonel walked closer to it, motioning for you, the great Kristian Urner, to come towards it. As a sign of my deepest gratitude, Major Urner... And as the leading Face of Germany, I give you this gift! Grasping the corner of the flag, with one quick jerk downward, the piece unhooked from its cord and fell to the floor, revealing a custom-made poster with an animated image of you in the place of Hitler . The image was nearly 5 feet tall, framed in a solid brass and gold casing with the gleaming image of Major Kristian Urner, dressed in uniform, upholding the flag of Nazi Germany all the while leading a mass of soldiers into battle. It was dreadfully tacky, but it stood to serve as an honor. Though, as the flag dropped to reveal what should have been a memorable recognition, the crowd instantly gasped in horror, and the whole room went quiet. Amidst a bitter bicker with Fredrick, when silence consumed the dining hall, we all but bite our tongues and curiously turned to face the commotion's calamity. Fredrick, turning his head to look at the proclaimed gift, nearly chocked on his own inhale. The poster had be deliberately sabotaged . Four distinct tears, depicting what appeared to be claw marks , were torn over the affirmed Face of Germany . Over the printed head of the Major, where the eagle once flew in freedom, lay smeared the symbol of a wolf . The graffiti was fresh - not yet fully dried as the paint seemed to drip down the poster. Though, upon close inspection... it wasn't red paint that formed the sabotage - it was blood . The Colonel dropped his glass in total shock the sound of the glass smashing against the ground cut through the silent room. Hanging from the top right corner of the frame... was the second dog tag of Roza Shanina . She-Wolf lives.