A feast fitting for a wolf. (Historical Horror.) Part 2.

And I'm back with part 2. This time you'll follow Adam as he ventures out to find his master a fitting meal... It will of course be harder than it sounds, hang on... It sounds hard already. Anyhow, enjoy! (I used German in this text, but you'll find the sentences translated, I apologize for any errors.)

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Feeling momentarily scared and brave at the same time, Adam moved along the narrow streets of Warsaw. He kept clutching the mark upon his sleeve; David’s star. It made his arm feel heavier even though it was a mere piece of cloth, it judged him as a Jew – an abomination in the eyes of the German Nazi’s.

Just the slightest sound made him jump. He would halt and grab the gun concealed in the pocket of his coat, nothing appeared. A lamppost died next to him and he was covered in darkness, he could hear laughter down the street and saw smoke escape an open window.

Two guards stood stationed by an old warehouse, they wore heavy coats that wore the signature of the SS-troops. They were smoking while bickering about who had killed the most Jewish women, in the end they agreed that neither of them had killed enough – then they laughed.

Adam fingered on the gun, he wanted to kill them both for their disrespect. Animals, he thought while pressing himself tightly against a nearby wall. He stood there for what seemed forever, hoping that the two soldiers would move away to another spot, however, they did not.

Sighing, Adam fell to his knees and searched his pockets for a flask Zevian had given him, the liquid within smelled foul and Adam had to swallow hard not to vomit. He stuffed the bottle back and rose. The soldiers were getting louder and more obnoxious. It took Adam a great lot of effort not to pull the trigger and kill them both, but he couldn’t, it would reveal him.

A third soldier came strolling towards the SS-soldiers, he was wearing a much heavier coat adorned with many awards – an officer, Adam realized. He spoke in a harsh voice, pointing up the street with his rifle; the other two inclined their heads and nodded in agreement. They all left, straightening their shoulders as they went.

Adam allowed them to slip out of sight before he ran across the street; he moved inside the nearby apartments and inhaled deeply. He had made it. Yet he knew this was just the beginning, now he had to find what Zevian had demanded – a redhead, possibly a virgin as well. Impossible, Adam sighed as he moved up the stairs, gun at the ready.

He kept repeating what Zevian had told him in his head: “The best would be if you did not damage the victim in any manner. I want my dinner to be alive and unharmed, something she will not be once I’m done. If you make her bleed, I will take what she lacked from you, understood?”

Adam gulped as he stopped in front of apartment 1A, he wondered if he should knock but what were the possibilities that someone would open? He shook his head and grabbed the handle. The door wasn’t locked, and Adam feared the worst.

Inside he found broken furniture, a dead dog and a small amount of clothing spread out all around the small condo. A foul, rotten scent lingered in the air and he pulled up his collar to cover his nose – it did nothing to keep away the smell.

He found the source of the stench in the kitchen, the owner had left a piece of cheese inside the open refrigerator, it was covered in dark spots and flies lay hidden in its many holes.

Adam left the apartment and moved to the next one; it was in the same shape as the one before and there was no sign of human life. The first floor was left the same so he moved up a level. There to he was met by the same sight – nothing. Adam began to feel frustrated and cold, sooner or later the soldiers would come back to block his escape route. He had to hurry.

Apartment 12C was locked, Adam smiled and hoped there was someone in there. He considered the fact of finding a woman without red hair and simply shave her head before giving her to Zevian, but he would probably notice. Adam dismissed the thought and searched his pockets for a hairpin. With ease he unlocked the door, put away the pin and stepped inside.

A whole Jewish family sat in the large room; they stared at him with great horror. Adam hoisted his gun up and aimed at them. “Scream and I’ll kill you all” he noticed how his hands were trembling and added. “Sorry…”

The family lowered their eyes and coddled closer together. They all looked very pale and thin, some had dark rings beneath their eyes while others had taken on a more yellowish hue. A corpse lay in a corner of the room, a dirty white sheet scattered over it.

Neither of the girls had red hair and Adam cursed under his breath. There was no way in hell that he’d go around looking for another woman, he pointed at the youngest one with his gun and said. “You. Come with me or I’ll kill your family” he felt sick for doing this, betraying his own people for a creature he barely knew. “Come on, I don’t have all day!”

An elder man grabbed the girls shoulder and whispered something Adam couldn’t hear. She nodded and walked over to Adam; he shoved her out of the apartment and shut the door quietly behind them. She looked at him, a glare that demanded an answer.

“Just move. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

“He?”

“Just go already. Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

Outside, the guards were still away and Adam whispered a silent prayer to God. He took the girls hand and they ran across the street. “Halt, oder wir schießen wird!” (Stop, or we will shoot!)

Adam felt his heart sink as he looked up the street and spotted the two guards, they were aiming right at them. He let go of the girls hand and dropped the gun, it hit the ground with a heavy thump and he flinched.

“Was ist das? Juden?” the guards laughed and lowered their guns. (What is this? Jews?)

“Please, we are heading home. We don’t want to cause any trouble” pleaded Adam, he fell to his knees and considered picking the gun up. He didn’t.

One SS-soldier stepped forward and kicked the gun away. He blew some smoke into Adam’s face as he leaned down and grinned then he pressed his cigarette against Adam’s cheek.

He bit his lip not to cry out loud and only a quiet whimper escaped his lips.

The other soldier laughed and put out his cigarette on the ground.

“Where do you live?” asked the second soldier, there was a hint of sympathy in his voice. “We’ll take you there. Show us.”

Adam looked over at the girl, she was crying then he looked at the two soldiers and nodded. “Yes, I will show you. Please don’t mind my wife, she has a weak heart” he lied and rose. “Come now, sweetheart. These kind gentlemen will escort us back home.”

The girl cast a glance at each of the SS-soldiers, they both smiled at her and she knew she would not live through this night.

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