Thread: Bingo! A Basterdly Tale [SevenxPosie]

Aarons eyes were fixated upon the American. Engrossed in the seemingly effortless manner in which the man subdued the thrashing soldier. As if he was not at all intimidated by the shroud of reapers leather, or by adornments earned from atrocities revered as triumphs.. Were all Americans sodaring? A pang of shame suddenly wretched his insides. Knotting his gut causing him to lower his head for some, almost bashful remorse. He had not fought back ever . Not with the Nazis beneath the bridge, not at home in Luxembourg. He had said nothing when the laws had suddenly shifted in 35, essentially stripping all Jews of their German citizenship. Subjects of the state, who in the years following could not be seen by Non-Jewish Doctors, attend Aryan schools, or walk out of their own homes without some demeaning decoration upon their sleeve or chest, to identify them as Juden .. He had complied.. Everyone had. And with their submission, they were condemned to live without being able to breathe.. Hounded by men, who could not possibly harbor souls...Empty, monstrous husks patrolling the streets dressed in military guise that some demon had provided them His mother had called it a trial. A test from god, like in the days of Moses. The older members of the community were convinced of such, and concurred that for their people to be persecuted by man, ensured gods cherishment of them. Benevolent father, with lessons far beyond the grasp of his straying childrenAnd so, they submitted to the law. The rules of heaven far more important than the regulations of a shattered governmentEven when their bakery had been foreclosed, their finances seized and their forced eviction from their home, Aarons mother had smiled and thanked god for such a test of her faith. A test that, according to several witnesses, had proceeded with Yona Levy and her young daughter Adina, being pulled into the back of a Gestapo van. One thats fleeing direction no one could recall, only that the Officers had not asked for identification and that there were other women and children packed inside of the vehicle The only contents of Aarons stomach were coated upon a patch of grass, but still he felt as if he would again become sick.. Head bowed, peering from the corners of his eyes, he watched the Nazi fight for his lifePathetically. He watched as the American shifted himself, forcing those large hands to keep the soldier beneath the water..Those limbs flailing desperately as dusk subsided into night.. He felt like a voyeur watching, enjoying the scene before him. When the body suddenly slumped, and the American seemed to lessen his gripA perverse satisfaction coursed through young Aaron Levys veins. He smiled laughed almost. He had never witnessed such a deathAnd as his left hand moved up towards his broken lips, the knuckle of his thumb grazing between his teeth, Aaron continued to stare. Biting a bit harder as the sound of ripping flesh sent a jolt of shudders down his spineA feeling that both excited and terrified him. Why was this so damn satisfying? Perhaps he had finally snapped.. You are very good, He said against his fist, not certain if the American was even paying attention. Eyes focused upon the blood that dripped from the freshly retrieved scalp, watching it paint the blades of grass beside the Nazis still warm corpse