Thread: Bingo! A Basterdly Tale [SevenxPosie]

Having one's head held underwater tended to signal brain to panic - a few seconds without oxygen and the body would begin to fight for air, a few more seconds and the lungs would begin to seize up while the brain fired electrical impulses back and forth, shutting down bodily functions one after another in a last ditch effort to save itself. Aldo bore his weight down - admittedly, the kraut was bigger than he was, bulkier too, but that wasn't much of a contest given that the American spent a good deal of his time running around in the woods and exerting himself on the heads of German soldiers, eating only when fate permitted. However, Aldo had the good fortune of knowing how to get higher ground - and sitting on a man's neck sure as shit was an effective defense strategy. In the meantime, some sick, rarely-visited part of the American's brain wished fervently that he could look into the Nazi's eyes while he died, but he assured himself that sort of thing probably wasn't healthy - it was the sort of thing Donny and Hugo did. At any rate, Aldo had long ago decided that he didn't really care how Nazis died, just so long as they died . Beneath him, Reinthaller began to thrash violently, the pain of his very recent injury forgotten in lieu of the instinctive terror of dying. Aldo shifted on top of the Nazi then, giving up his casual position for something more business-oriented, turning and straddling the man's back, pinning his arms to his sides with his legs, gripping fistfuls of the soldier's hair and grinding his knuckles into the back of the man's skull to keep him under. Reinthaller struggled he writhed and bucked and kicked his legs hard enough to hit Aldo in the back a few times, but it wasn't enough to dislodge the American - the only accomplishment made was that the soldier forced the last viable air from his own body, and when he took his next instinctive breath, his lungs filled with the thick, noxious water of Bois de Bolougne, combined with the blood from where his teeth had broken off. Immediately, his body rebelled, trying to retch it up again, succeeding only in flooding Reinthaller's mouth with bile, which went down with his next inwards breath, suffocating him on his own stomach contents. Focused on his work, Aldo scarcely noticed Aaron moving skittishly up beside him, I am..most thankful for your saving of me.. Reinthaller bucked and sent a wave of greenish water up around them, drenching the American's face and chest, Thank m'later, kinna busy. Aldo replied through his teeth, jaw clenched and moustache dripping he leaned forward, jamming the Nazi's head further down into the water, bending him unnaturally as the thrashing reduced to a weak struggle. A final death throe and Reinthaller stilled, body slumping against the shore, head still submerged Aldo held on for a few more seconds to be sure and then finally eased back, hands coming out of the water and resting on his knees. Giving a nod to himself, Aldo climbed to his feet and tilted his head from side to side, cracking his neck audibly by that point, the sun had dipped past the horizon and cast the woods in the blacks and blues of night, leaving only the constellations to reflect off the water and onto their faces. With the stars caught in his eyes, Aldo reached for his knife for the second time that night and went onto his haunches, yanking the lifeless body out of the water and taking a good hold on the dark hair. The sound was vaguely like a burlap sack tearing the knife went through hair and tissue as Aldo skillfully hacked skin off bone, leaving a shining red spot where Reinthaller's scalp was once firmly anchored.