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Carl could feel himself getting wound up, he didn’t like being told what to do; especially not by Raeulf. He sat there for a moment, thinking about what to do, he wasn’t much of a calm interrogator who could get people to slip out their answers, he preferred to use force and install fear. But with Rae he couldn’t do that, he wouldn’t raise a hand to her and he doubted he could scare her; being the toughest girl he knew. That was what he liked about her the most, her incredible strong will and fiery character; she was so different from all the girls that he had met before. He wasn’t going to argue with her now; he was tired and would end up snapping at her, he wasn’t going to lose his cool in front of her, that would make up appear weak. Something he didn’t plan on doing.
‘Oh Lieutenant. Go home, because I’m playing with the big boys now...’ He raised an eyebrow as they sat in silence, he didn’t have much to go by, she had just let slip of her first piece of information he didn’t already know. She was right; his superiors would most probably take over the interrogation, take her out of cologne and to goodness knows where. Shrugging his shoulders Carl sat up and made his way to the door he began to walk down the thin corridors up to a large main office. Knocking on the door three times he walked in to a rather stern looking Aryan man. “She has access to other rebellion groups and proclaims to have contacts all over Germany, the lot of them. For know he would leave this in his hands, he needed to get home and rest.
Walking back down towards the interrogation block he was called over by a colleague; an old friend. “So you were undercover then?” The man smiled “Slimy git, how did you pull that off?” Carl grinned “You just tell them what they want to her and everything gets along fine.” The shorter man nodded “But didn’t you kill a man, you know some chick’s fiancé?” Carl shrugged. “Yeah, Hansel, odd guy... messed up from the war.” They both laughed “Haven’t we all?” Carl continued. “Yeah he was getting in the way of things and he wasn’t treating his fiancé very well so I bumped him off in an alley way, wasn’t much of a fighter anyway.” The short man laughed “Playing prince charming are we?” He shrugged. “Anyway, Ill see you later on, at least you can go home, I have to watch over all the scum down there...” He pointed down to where the others were being kept. “Laughing and shaking hands, Carl left to go home.”
‘Oh Lieutenant. Go home, because I’m playing with the big boys now...’ He raised an eyebrow as they sat in silence, he didn’t have much to go by, she had just let slip of her first piece of information he didn’t already know. She was right; his superiors would most probably take over the interrogation, take her out of cologne and to goodness knows where. Shrugging his shoulders Carl sat up and made his way to the door he began to walk down the thin corridors up to a large main office. Knocking on the door three times he walked in to a rather stern looking Aryan man. “She has access to other rebellion groups and proclaims to have contacts all over Germany, the lot of them. For know he would leave this in his hands, he needed to get home and rest.
Walking back down towards the interrogation block he was called over by a colleague; an old friend. “So you were undercover then?” The man smiled “Slimy git, how did you pull that off?” Carl grinned “You just tell them what they want to her and everything gets along fine.” The shorter man nodded “But didn’t you kill a man, you know some chick’s fiancé?” Carl shrugged. “Yeah, Hansel, odd guy... messed up from the war.” They both laughed “Haven’t we all?” Carl continued. “Yeah he was getting in the way of things and he wasn’t treating his fiancé very well so I bumped him off in an alley way, wasn’t much of a fighter anyway.” The short man laughed “Playing prince charming are we?” He shrugged. “Anyway, Ill see you later on, at least you can go home, I have to watch over all the scum down there...” He pointed down to where the others were being kept. “Laughing and shaking hands, Carl left to go home.”
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Raeulf was dragged back to the dank cell, rust and dripping water everywhere only accentuated the smell of urine and rotting flesh. She sat on the bed that was chained to the wall and laid down, putting one hand on her stomach and sighed, listening to the noises that were everywhere. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice; “But didn’t you kill a man, you know some chick’s fiancé?” this caught her attention. “Yeah, Hansel, odd guy... messed up from the war.” she lay there, in shock and agony, not being able to move with the horror of what she had just heard. He killed Hansel. Her Hansel. Everything was quiet when she finally lost it. Carl had killed Hansel, the one person who looked after her, or at least did. The penny dropped, if he had killed Hansel, then he was the one who had Kniff killed to. Raeulf screamed in manic outrage running over to the door and pounding her fits against it with a new-found strength. She screamed, holding some attention with the guards, who sat and watched her, laughing. This only infuriated her more, every time she hit the door, the hinges would rattle, so she hit it more, and more, until finally, they gave out, the door smashed to the ground and she ran. She didn’t get very far until she was tackled to the ground, she wasn’t going to give up that easily however, screaming and shouting as she was picked up, she managed to wriggle out of the big man’s grasp, only for him to grab her wrist. She turned and punched him in the face, hard, leaving him to recoil at his broken nose, which just gave her enough time to run more. A siren was sounded as she ran through the dank underground hallways. She had no idea where she was going, but she had to get out. It was inevitable however that she would be stopped, and she was bundled to the cold stone floor and crushed under at least five men.
Raeulf was thrown, with great force into the interrogation room. She wouldn’t let up screaming and shouting. Grabbing anything she could and smashing it against the walls. She picked up the chairs and the table, turning them all into firewood. Finally after what seemed like hours, she stopped destroying things, resulting to just sitting in the corner and screaming. ‘Get me the hell out of here! I want to see Bauer. Get me Bauer now.’
A sergeant looked at the rattling door and was pretty shaken. Never in the history of the prison being there, had anyone reacted like that. He watched the door whilst leaning over to a minor officer. ‘Get me Bauer. Now.’
Raeulf was thrown, with great force into the interrogation room. She wouldn’t let up screaming and shouting. Grabbing anything she could and smashing it against the walls. She picked up the chairs and the table, turning them all into firewood. Finally after what seemed like hours, she stopped destroying things, resulting to just sitting in the corner and screaming. ‘Get me the hell out of here! I want to see Bauer. Get me Bauer now.’
A sergeant looked at the rattling door and was pretty shaken. Never in the history of the prison being there, had anyone reacted like that. He watched the door whilst leaning over to a minor officer. ‘Get me Bauer. Now.’
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Out of his uniform and his normally smart ‘casual wear’ Carl sat in the small dingy living room drinking a glass of white wine, eyes closed he just wanted to leave Cologne for now, go back to Hamburg and lounge around in his father’s manor house, like he did before the war; raid his vintage wine collection and sit in the music room, only ever able to use the piano, it was all he could play. His eyes bolted open at sound of the phone ringing, filling the whole house with sound. Setting down the wine glass he picked up the phone and held in a disappointed sigh. “Yes, I will be there within the hour sir.” He had a funny feeling this wasn’t good news. Catching a taxi over to the building he made his way straight to the interrogation block. Taking the stairs below ground he could hear thrashing and rattling and someone shouting and screaming. As he walked in under the bright but flickering light, he saw one of his superiors looking over towards the room the screaming was coming from. “Sir.” Carl said, Stopping to salute him. His superior saluted and gestured for him to come over to the door. “She has been in there for the last few hours Bauer, screaming and shouting for you. She managed to break down one of the cell doors... no doubt loose hinges already but still she managed to break out and attack one of our men...” Carl nodded, knowing almost straight away what she had heard. Carl explained the situation, his superior, though not pleased nodded. “I see, I cannot complain about you getting rid of that other boy, he was trouble and in the way of you work It gave you an angle to comfort her and create a bond whilst she was at her most vulnerable. But Lieutenant Bauer.” He paused; Carl looked up to him “Yes sir?” The stern looking Aryan man continued. “I’d keep your gloating to a minimal, we don’t want another incident.” Carl nodded and saluted as he walked away. Looking back over to the door he took in a deep breath looked up to the ceiling and whispered Why are you doing this to me? He laughed a little before getting a drink of water, downing it in one and opening the door to the room, expecting to have his face clawed off looking in the room, his eyes widened, everything had been splintered and snapped, thrown across the room; everything was broken. "So this is playing with the bib boys?" He said mockingly.
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Raeulf could hear him outside, as she became eerily silent. There was worried mutterings from behind the door as she screaming had stopped. She had landed at an awkward angle and her hip and some of her ribs were aching. She sat in the dark corner of the room as he walked inside. She watched him for a while, before slowly picking up a chair leg and throwing it forcefully at the lamp. The glass bulb hit the side of the metal lamp and shattered, shrouding them in darkness. She could see him. She was used to the dark by now. She stood up, as the light spattered electricity and bathed them in light for a second. She moved closer to him while it was dark, hearing his breath. The electricity surged again as she was right up close to him, her hair limp and her eyes streaming with tears, she looked possessed. The dark hit them again as she moved behind him, their bodies almost touching. The light flickered on and he jumped to see her not there, looking around for her shakily. She leaned into him, breathing on the back of his neck. He turned, but she had already moved, punching him in the face. The light came on again, and she saw him, his eyebrow cut from her ring, he was bleeding. The lights went out, and flashed back on again, and out, and on. She stroked the side of his face sympathetically, he had done it for her. To stop him treating her badly. She couldn’t hurt him, she couldn’t do anything bad to him. She leaned up to him, crying now as she kissed him. ‘Don’t let me die... please... my...’ she didn’t want to say it, but he had to know, she reached down for his hand, placing it over her slightly raised stomach. Burying her head in the name of his neck she breathed ‘It’s yours...’
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Carl jumped as the lights went out, the sound of fine glass shattering on the floor caught his caught his breath and his heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t see a thing, the almost silent patter of her feet was his only way to tell where she was, and he still couldn’t tell. As a flash of electricity illuminated the room for a split second he caught a glimpse of Raeulf, he hair clung to her face and tears streaming down her eyes. But before he could see where she was going, the room was engulfed by darkness Turing around he though he heard her, his heart pounding through his chest Carl was greeted by a sharp punch to the face, feeling blood slowly inch down his face he hissed in pain. Feeling her stroke his face Carl nearly grabbed her wrist tightly but as she leant up to him and kissed him Carl opened his eyes, a few flickers of light shocked his eyes, Leaning against the wall he looked down to her, even in the darkness he could sense her presence. ‘Don’t let me die... please... my...’ He didn’t know what to say, she knew she would die, if she did what he wanted. Taking his hand and guiding it over her stomach, he froze in fear, he knew what had happened. “M...mine?” He whispered his voice shaky. He never he would be a father, not this soon in his life. Taking his hand away he held Raeulf in his arms, kissing her on the forehead. “I won’t let anything happen to you... I..I love you.”
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Raeulf shook in his arms. She knew trhat she couldn't trust him, not with anything anymore. But she loved him. “I won’t let anything happen to you... I..I love you.” It could have been a lie, but she chose to trust him. One last time. She pulled away from him, wiping her arm across her dirty face. 'Then I need to see your superior. No Carl, I know what i'm doing. You think i've never been caught before? I need you to convince him. It's the only way i'm going to get out of here alive.' she had a furrowed brow in concentration. It was now, or never.
Raeulf was dragged along the darkened halls of the underground by the same man she had broken the nose of the previous day. 'Sargent is not going to like you, you are cocky, arrogant. You break things, like my nose.' He had a thick accent, probably polish. 'Yeah yeah yeah, do me a favour and shut up.' she would have been beaten if it wasn't for their impeckable timing. They were outside the Sargent's door. The guard knocked the door, there was about a minutes worth of pause before a laid-back voice came calling back, telling them to come in. The door was opened and a black chair behind a metal desk was facing them. 'Raeulf Rune Heinrike sir.' there was a pause, the same voice came from behind the chair. 'Ah yes, the little girl that's been frightening all of my men.' Rae sniggered. The chair turned, revealing a battle-scarred man, in his late-thirties, half of his face badly reconstructed. 'Well you wont scare me.' she pulled herself away from the guard and sat down on the other side of the desk. 'On the contrary, i'm not trying to scare you.' The sargent stood quickly 'Did I ask you to speak?' Rae looked around the room 'Well, hmmm, let me see... no, i dont think you did.' The sargent leant forward and said through gritted teeth 'You know. I'm the man that could order you dead at the click of my fingers.' Rae leaned back. 'You could. But you're not going to.' The sargent leaned back, curious, 'and why is that?' she smiled 'Because i'm the woman that can dis-band the whole of the resistance.' The sargent laughed, sitting himself down and leaning forward. 'Good girl. Keep talking.'
About three hours of nagotiation later, the sargent was smiling. 'So, you're turning back on your friends, your family, to serve the Fhurer.' Raeulf shook her head vigorously. 'No. I am remaining loyal to the resistance, saving thousands of children from death, and earning my freedom, all the while keeping quiet about Adolf's sick plans.' The Sargent suddenly became very serious. 'And how do I know I can trust you?' Rae thought for a minute, that was a good point. 'You can't.' The sargent leant back 'then we have a problem. unless you have a solution to that aswell.' she thought for a while, before smiling, she was indeed, a genious. 'why yes actually. You send with me one of your men, to report back to you and to watch me.' The superior officer stood 'then it is settled, Ralph here will go with you, back to Cologne.' 'NO!' Raeulf stood quickly, shouting. 'Uh.. no, i mean, one more condition... on my part...' The sargent paused, raising an eyebrow 'Leutenant Bauer, will come with me...' The sargent took an intake of breath. 'Bauer is one of my... best men... We can't afford to loose him.' Rae stood closer to the Sargent 'You won't be loosing him. He will be working on the most important case you have ever been involved in.' The sargent stood, and thought for a moment, before finally, nodding. 'I will be needing to speak to my superiors. I cannot let you go until then.' he paused again 'In the soviet union, their female spies were the most sucsessful of all. I can see why.' he looked her up and down smuttily. 'Take her back to her cell. Send Bauer in.'
Raeulf was dragged along the darkened halls of the underground by the same man she had broken the nose of the previous day. 'Sargent is not going to like you, you are cocky, arrogant. You break things, like my nose.' He had a thick accent, probably polish. 'Yeah yeah yeah, do me a favour and shut up.' she would have been beaten if it wasn't for their impeckable timing. They were outside the Sargent's door. The guard knocked the door, there was about a minutes worth of pause before a laid-back voice came calling back, telling them to come in. The door was opened and a black chair behind a metal desk was facing them. 'Raeulf Rune Heinrike sir.' there was a pause, the same voice came from behind the chair. 'Ah yes, the little girl that's been frightening all of my men.' Rae sniggered. The chair turned, revealing a battle-scarred man, in his late-thirties, half of his face badly reconstructed. 'Well you wont scare me.' she pulled herself away from the guard and sat down on the other side of the desk. 'On the contrary, i'm not trying to scare you.' The sargent stood quickly 'Did I ask you to speak?' Rae looked around the room 'Well, hmmm, let me see... no, i dont think you did.' The sargent leant forward and said through gritted teeth 'You know. I'm the man that could order you dead at the click of my fingers.' Rae leaned back. 'You could. But you're not going to.' The sargent leaned back, curious, 'and why is that?' she smiled 'Because i'm the woman that can dis-band the whole of the resistance.' The sargent laughed, sitting himself down and leaning forward. 'Good girl. Keep talking.'
About three hours of nagotiation later, the sargent was smiling. 'So, you're turning back on your friends, your family, to serve the Fhurer.' Raeulf shook her head vigorously. 'No. I am remaining loyal to the resistance, saving thousands of children from death, and earning my freedom, all the while keeping quiet about Adolf's sick plans.' The Sargent suddenly became very serious. 'And how do I know I can trust you?' Rae thought for a minute, that was a good point. 'You can't.' The sargent leant back 'then we have a problem. unless you have a solution to that aswell.' she thought for a while, before smiling, she was indeed, a genious. 'why yes actually. You send with me one of your men, to report back to you and to watch me.' The superior officer stood 'then it is settled, Ralph here will go with you, back to Cologne.' 'NO!' Raeulf stood quickly, shouting. 'Uh.. no, i mean, one more condition... on my part...' The sargent paused, raising an eyebrow 'Leutenant Bauer, will come with me...' The sargent took an intake of breath. 'Bauer is one of my... best men... We can't afford to loose him.' Rae stood closer to the Sargent 'You won't be loosing him. He will be working on the most important case you have ever been involved in.' The sargent stood, and thought for a moment, before finally, nodding. 'I will be needing to speak to my superiors. I cannot let you go until then.' he paused again 'In the soviet union, their female spies were the most sucsessful of all. I can see why.' he looked her up and down smuttily. 'Take her back to her cell. Send Bauer in.'
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'Then I need to see your superior. No Carl, I know what i'm doing’ He looked down to Raeulf, still in shock, he just shook his head “ I just don’t think it’s a good idea...” You think i've never been caught before? I need you to convince him. It's the only way i'm going to get out of here alive.' He went to hold Raeulf again, hold her so tightly and never let her go, but then he looked down to her stomach and his heart felt as if it were about to be torn from his chest. It was everything he had wanted but he couldn’t want it now, not with Raeulf being caught. His conflicting loyalties were overwhelmed by the prospect of being a father; he had decided that right now, that was all that mattered to him. Kissing Rae on forehead he turned away towards the door, the flickers of electricity slowly dimming the room into darkness. Leaving the interrogation room he called another man to take to the office, he was too nervous. She must have something big on them, or this will never work... He thought to himself anxiously as he stood outside of the building taking in a deep breath of his cigarette. He wouldn’t know the result of her talk unless she saw her personally these matters weren’t normally discussed at all between personnel, no one could ever be sure who was listening.
Carl couldn’t waste anymore time hanging around, he would have to get back to work, he was troubled but if he let on to anyone about it he could be transferred and that wasn’t worth thinking about. He spent the next few hours with younger children again, one by one getting what little information he could of them instead now he couldn’t shout and hit them, their terrified faces made him think about his child, he shuddered at the thought of someone else doing that to his little boy or girl. He tricked it out of them instead. He couldn’t get too soft on them.
Eyes closed, head on the table, Carl jumped a mile when he heard hi name being called from the hall way “Carl! Lieutenant Bauer! The sergeant wants to see you, now.” He jumped up, his heart racing Shit. What has she told them... He quickly made his way into the office and didn’t leave for an hour or so. Closing the door as he left Carl laughed to himself lightly as he made his way home. “Crafty little fox...” He muttered. He would go and see her the next day. But for now he needed to rest and think over a bottle of wine.
Carl couldn’t waste anymore time hanging around, he would have to get back to work, he was troubled but if he let on to anyone about it he could be transferred and that wasn’t worth thinking about. He spent the next few hours with younger children again, one by one getting what little information he could of them instead now he couldn’t shout and hit them, their terrified faces made him think about his child, he shuddered at the thought of someone else doing that to his little boy or girl. He tricked it out of them instead. He couldn’t get too soft on them.
Eyes closed, head on the table, Carl jumped a mile when he heard hi name being called from the hall way “Carl! Lieutenant Bauer! The sergeant wants to see you, now.” He jumped up, his heart racing Shit. What has she told them... He quickly made his way into the office and didn’t leave for an hour or so. Closing the door as he left Carl laughed to himself lightly as he made his way home. “Crafty little fox...” He muttered. He would go and see her the next day. But for now he needed to rest and think over a bottle of wine.
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Raeulf was thrown back in her cell. She was hungry, but entirely satisfied with herself, she was one smooth talker, and had total confidence that she had convinced the sergent. However, it was up to carl now, and what the superioirs thought. Rae already knew too well how good a liar he was. She lay back, feeling sick with hunger. Although it might have been for the fact that she was actually sick, promptly. She spat on the floor. There was blood spattered up he walls, a distinct smell of sex in one corner, and now vomit everywhere. The door was opened harshly, making her jump to turn around. 'Sergent's given order's to move you to a different cell. This one needs to be cleaned.' Rae sniffed 'How convienient. Get me some clean water, and new clothes. Get me some food aswell.' The man looked down angrily at her 'I don't believe you're at the position to make demands.' She coughed looking down to herself before walking over to him and dancing a finger lightly over his chest. 'Oh but, I think I am.' the man stiffened up 'Madam. I am married.' Raeulf laughed 'And?' he coughed 'I'll go and get you some things.' she smiled 'thankyou.'
Her new cell was much cleaner than the last, it haqd a bucket full of water, a cot-bed, even a window, all be it barred. She sat down on the cot and waited for the guard to return with the things she wanted. He did, eventually. Some worn men's shirts and a pair of in-mate leggins. She was glad of them anyway. The food was porridge, but she was glad of that too, and to be able to wash in clean water as she did when he left. Sure it was cold, but what could she really ask for when she was one step away from being in a concentration camp?
After eating and washing and re-dressing, she stood on her cot, to see if she could see out her window. She couldn't it was too high up the wall, and the window's were painted black on the other side. Defeated, she sat down, for once thinking that she would rather be under Frou Okter's care than where she was. She thought about Carl, about all the evil things he had done, all the girl's he'd raped, all the children he'd sent to die, all the men he'd killed. She wondered if he knew where the children were going, if he knew about the concentration camps. It was true not many people did. It was a horrific thing, and she didn't like to think about it herself.
Her new cell was much cleaner than the last, it haqd a bucket full of water, a cot-bed, even a window, all be it barred. She sat down on the cot and waited for the guard to return with the things she wanted. He did, eventually. Some worn men's shirts and a pair of in-mate leggins. She was glad of them anyway. The food was porridge, but she was glad of that too, and to be able to wash in clean water as she did when he left. Sure it was cold, but what could she really ask for when she was one step away from being in a concentration camp?
After eating and washing and re-dressing, she stood on her cot, to see if she could see out her window. She couldn't it was too high up the wall, and the window's were painted black on the other side. Defeated, she sat down, for once thinking that she would rather be under Frou Okter's care than where she was. She thought about Carl, about all the evil things he had done, all the girl's he'd raped, all the children he'd sent to die, all the men he'd killed. She wondered if he knew where the children were going, if he knew about the concentration camps. It was true not many people did. It was a horrific thing, and she didn't like to think about it herself.
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Carl was told to stay away from the complex for a while, he was sent on meaningless tasks, going back and forth couriering messages for generals in the area for the nextfour months . He didn’t appreciate being treated like a private but he knew that he was being kept away whilst decisions were being made about Raeulf, Carl being in the vicinity of whoever was deciding her freedom date; he wouldn’t be able to bear. He had to keep his cool, not let on about Raeulf and him. Knowing she was pregnant only hurt him more, he couldn’t be with her every day, he had all of these plans in his head, how he was going to have his family. But he had to abandon these thoughts for now; all he had to think about was getting back to see Raeulf. He had said he would see her the next day, but it had been weeks now, and these weeks dissolved into months until Carl found keeping his distance unbearable. His small apartment had fallen from its militant organisation to cups and shirts being strewn about.
Dressing in his uniform Carl made his way back to the complex, an hour’s taxi ride from the town centre, he wondered what they could have done to her whilst in the complex, his fists tightened at the thought. If he found any sign that she had been touched or hurt, Carl swore he would personally find the man and gut them with his bare hands. Pulling up outside of the complex Carl ran in, passing comrades and colleagues, making up every excuse in the book for why he was around early He had to wait around in the interrogation floor, for the bulk of officers to leave before he could make the decent down the dark stone staircase towards the cells. She had been moved from where he had last seen her. Walking up the corridor Carl soon caught a glimpse of her in the dim light. Her bump was easily visible; he walked up towards the cell. “Raeulf?”
Dressing in his uniform Carl made his way back to the complex, an hour’s taxi ride from the town centre, he wondered what they could have done to her whilst in the complex, his fists tightened at the thought. If he found any sign that she had been touched or hurt, Carl swore he would personally find the man and gut them with his bare hands. Pulling up outside of the complex Carl ran in, passing comrades and colleagues, making up every excuse in the book for why he was around early He had to wait around in the interrogation floor, for the bulk of officers to leave before he could make the decent down the dark stone staircase towards the cells. She had been moved from where he had last seen her. Walking up the corridor Carl soon caught a glimpse of her in the dim light. Her bump was easily visible; he walked up towards the cell. “Raeulf?”
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She had no idea how long it had been. In the beginning, she had tried writing on the walls, the crosses and dashes to tell her how many days it had been, but she soon lost track. Her belly got bigger and bigger, until it wasn't practical to sleep on anymore. The food became better, or more to the point, more regular, although her treatment didn't become better as she'd hoped.
She was lying on her back, trying to keep concious when someone called out her name. She didn't turn to see who it was, probably someone mocking her again. She stared hard at the celing as it moved in and out of focus. Aware that there was still somebody standing at the door, she spoke. 'Can I leave now...' her voice was hardly a whisper as her head lolled to the side to look at the face out past the bars, her face, hardly recognisable.
Her pretty nose was crusted with dried blood, the wound on her neck from Hansel was weeping with pus, instead of being rounded and womanly, her skin seemed to hang off or her bones, she had a black eyes and scratches all over, the one most prominent going through her eyebrow and down her cheek. She stared at Carl blankly for only a brief moment before smiling weakly. 'Can I leave now?' she went to stand up with great effort, looking like her bones would snap with the strain 'The man said... he said that i'd need to get briefed and have a uniform or... But I have to leave to your...quarters first... that's what he said... can I leave now?' she was holding the bars of the door now, to keep her upright more than anything. A guard came behind Carl, but Raeulf didn't flinch. 'Hello Burgen.' The man grinned 'you remember my name. Why not you scream it louder next time you filthy whore.' he spat inside her cell before clapping a hand around Carl's shoulder and laughing more 'Eh is not funny Leutenant?' his thick polic accent was corse and perverse 'She sposed to come out now but I give you an hour eh?' he laughed hard at that 'No no, boss man will get annoied, move aside aryan boy, I unlock and escort you to door, there is taxi waiting.' Her budged the smaller man out of his way and unlocked the door with the key painfully slowly. Raulf held herself up against the wall until she had an all too familiar feeling, suddenly she haunched over and threw up on the floor, blood spewing out of her mouth. She waved away any kind of help and eventually stood herself 'Okay, lets go.'
They were almost there now, the air was getting thinner and the light brighter, she could see the door as the men helped her up the ramp 'Okay. you can let me go now. I'm fine.' she insisted through gargled breaths. They let her go.
Suddenly, pain blast through her abdomin, and her head became dizzy as she cried out, her head cracking against the stone floor.
She was lying on her back, trying to keep concious when someone called out her name. She didn't turn to see who it was, probably someone mocking her again. She stared hard at the celing as it moved in and out of focus. Aware that there was still somebody standing at the door, she spoke. 'Can I leave now...' her voice was hardly a whisper as her head lolled to the side to look at the face out past the bars, her face, hardly recognisable.
Her pretty nose was crusted with dried blood, the wound on her neck from Hansel was weeping with pus, instead of being rounded and womanly, her skin seemed to hang off or her bones, she had a black eyes and scratches all over, the one most prominent going through her eyebrow and down her cheek. She stared at Carl blankly for only a brief moment before smiling weakly. 'Can I leave now?' she went to stand up with great effort, looking like her bones would snap with the strain 'The man said... he said that i'd need to get briefed and have a uniform or... But I have to leave to your...quarters first... that's what he said... can I leave now?' she was holding the bars of the door now, to keep her upright more than anything. A guard came behind Carl, but Raeulf didn't flinch. 'Hello Burgen.' The man grinned 'you remember my name. Why not you scream it louder next time you filthy whore.' he spat inside her cell before clapping a hand around Carl's shoulder and laughing more 'Eh is not funny Leutenant?' his thick polic accent was corse and perverse 'She sposed to come out now but I give you an hour eh?' he laughed hard at that 'No no, boss man will get annoied, move aside aryan boy, I unlock and escort you to door, there is taxi waiting.' Her budged the smaller man out of his way and unlocked the door with the key painfully slowly. Raulf held herself up against the wall until she had an all too familiar feeling, suddenly she haunched over and threw up on the floor, blood spewing out of her mouth. She waved away any kind of help and eventually stood herself 'Okay, lets go.'
They were almost there now, the air was getting thinner and the light brighter, she could see the door as the men helped her up the ramp 'Okay. you can let me go now. I'm fine.' she insisted through gargled breaths. They let her go.
Suddenly, pain blast through her abdomin, and her head became dizzy as she cried out, her head cracking against the stone floor.
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Time seemed to melt, one hour turning into the next. Carl had screamed to get an ambulance, within minutes it arrived, taking the pair of them away to the wards where Raeulf was taken for scan after scan, test after test. Carl sat by her as she remained unconscious, holding her hand and refusing to go. He cursed himself over and over, how could he have been so stupid as to leave her in the cells? He knew exactly what happened to girls down there he had done it to some himself; but here he was, paying the price for his crimes. He held her hand tighter, and for the first time in a while prayed for her, prayed for the child. But it was no good.
“Are you a relative?” Carl turned around to see a short man in a white doctor’s coat. “No, I am her... I’m the closest thing to a relative...” The doctor shuffled uncomfortably. “I’m afraid it...I’m afraid it is bad news...” Carl, looking very alarmed leant forward for him to continue. “She will recover, but the pain she felt was due to a, to a miscarriage...” Carl coughed, choking on his own breath, feeling as he had been winded. Looking down he whispered “No..” Looking up to the doctor his eyes were clouded. “No! There must be a mistake, you’ve got it wrong!” The doctor shook his head, “I am truly sorry sir.” And left Carl with Raeulf, walking down the ward. “No... NO!”
“Are you a relative?” Carl turned around to see a short man in a white doctor’s coat. “No, I am her... I’m the closest thing to a relative...” The doctor shuffled uncomfortably. “I’m afraid it...I’m afraid it is bad news...” Carl, looking very alarmed leant forward for him to continue. “She will recover, but the pain she felt was due to a, to a miscarriage...” Carl coughed, choking on his own breath, feeling as he had been winded. Looking down he whispered “No..” Looking up to the doctor his eyes were clouded. “No! There must be a mistake, you’ve got it wrong!” The doctor shook his head, “I am truly sorry sir.” And left Carl with Raeulf, walking down the ward. “No... NO!”
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Machine's beeped and slurred and made patterns on screens as Rae lay there motionless and asleep. She opened her eyes, the harsh clinical light blinded her, but she sat up, too quickly. She felt lightheaded for a moment while she took in her surroundings. It was bright, clean, empty. Carl was bent over into his hands on the chair next ot her. She had wires coming out of her arm, and everything seemed normal. But it wasn't. 'Where's my baby?' Raeulf stared straight ahead at the wall, her hands on her stomach. 'Carl. Where is my baby?' Her voice was more urgent this time, turning to face him. She could see his face, but didn't want to believe it. 'Carl. Carl... Where...no... No my baby! Where have they taken him? MY BABY! GIVE ME BACK MY BABY! NO! no please...' Her greived screams trailed off into blood chilling cries, her pain voiced in her screams. Her screams were muffled against Carl's shoulder, her nails digging into his skin as she cried, buring her face into him. It couldn't be true, all she had lived for, gone. She would have given up earier if she had known, and now she had to go on, without him. But how could she? Her baby was dead, and she would never get to raise him.
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Carl had now words to say to Raeulf. He looked up to her briefly but couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact. There was a strong sense that if he hadn’t gotten involved in all of this, Rae would be okay. Sure she would have the trouble of her late boyfriend, but there wouldn’t have been any of this. No heartbreak, no physical or mental trauma. He remembered the Rae he met the first night of investigating the swing youth; and now he looked to a young girl, broken by the oppressive rule he supported and worked for. As her nails dug deep into his arm, Carl still couldn’t bring himself to look up to her. “I...” He faded off, the word sorry wasn’t strong enough, not anymore. Now holding Rae in his arms, Carl muffled her pained cries in his chest; they reminded him of the mothers who were torn away from their children; chilling him to the bone. He placed a hand on the back of her head in attempt to soothe her it seemed to have no effect. But Carl swore to himself that e would sit there all night with her, and a hundred more nights if needed. He had no idea what to do next, the bright lights and beeping machinery intimidated him slightly. Even in the midst of all the commotion and pain, there was a dark sense of duty. By law he was still obliged to serve his post; but the thought of hurting Raeulf was too much to bear.
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The nurses came with the doctors and the doctors came with the security. They pumped the drugs into her to calm her down, and when that didn’t work, to knock her out. She dreamed so many horrific nightmares when she was out, and so many comforting ones. Suddenly, she woke up. It was dark, so she assumed it was night. ‘Guten Abend Fräulein Heinrike’ Rae turned her head slightly, a young, mousey haired woman was sat there. A nurse, more probably, a psychiatric nurse. ‘Wie fühlen Sie sich?’ Rae turned her head away. ‘How do you think?’ The nurse didn’t say anything for a moment, she seemed nervous, shaking almost. ‘Um... Ich weiß, dass es ... sein muss, der ... das Lösen eines Kindes quält, aber...’ Rae turned to her, rage filling her ‘Distressing?Distressing!? she kicked her feet out of bed the nurse jumped a little, glancing to the door and back. Rae paused, what was she doing? There was a window in her room, one that you could only see one way through, she had no idea what was going on outside, but she could hear voices. ‘Where is Lieutenant Bauer...?’ she muttered. ‘Uh... Leutnant...’ Rae suddenly got up out of bed, standing right up close to the woman. ‘You heard me you filthy Nazi now tell me where he is!’ Suddenly, an alarm was sounded from outside her room, she looked down into the nurse’s hand to see a button. ‘Why you... how... let me out of here!’ In a fit of anger, Rae ripped out the various tubes attached to her body, leaving the redundant tubes seeping blood. All types of machines started flashing and whirring she stumbled towards the door, pushing the nurse out the way; she frantically pushed the door open and ran out into the corridor, only to be sent crashing backwards into a strong figure. She looked up, the shadow from the man cast over her. Looking up, she was shocked and frightened. ‘Daddy?’
The tall, dark man glared down at her sternly. ‘Raeulf.’ Men, doctors and security, came running down the halls in both directions. ‘It’s all right men. Everything under control. Seems your nurse here got a little... trigger happy...’ The doctors and security guards took the woman away, leaving them alone. He offered a hand down and Rae took it, standing up and a little further away from her father, he had come away from the war to see her. This was serious. ‘I hear you’ve been giving the government some trouble Raeulf. Going against the SS and the Gestapo. If this is true you are no daughter of mine... you are... you are...’ he looked down at his daughter’s frightened green eyes, she’d grown much since he last saw her. ‘... just like your mother...’ he smiled a little sadly, she breathed a sigh of relief, jumping to wrap her arms around him. ‘Raeulf, what am I going to do with you...’ he put her down, coughing a little and straightening up. ‘Now, I blame myself partly for this whole mess, leaving you alone with that damn frump Frau Otker. You need a man around to look after you, to make sure you’re behaving like a proper woman.’ She couldn’t help but think how Carl would laugh if he heard that, he knew her, he knew how much help a man wouldn’t do for her. ‘Imagine my surprise when I catch some of my boys with indecent pictures of my daughter... I mean you said you were helping with the war effort but...’ a small snigger, disguised by a cough emerged from behind her father. ‘Ah! Yes... well, Lieutenant Bauer here,’ he moved aside to show Carl, who by the look on his face had probably been there the whole time, ‘He has informed me of what is to be going on. Your task shall I say. I have to get back to my post but... I trust Lieutenant you will be looking after my baby girl with the upmost of care...’ she eyed up Carl, a small grin on her face, a grin like she used to have before all... this. ‘Good well then. Oh and one more thing. No more parties at my house. Unfortunately the young officer you had... relations with... was supposed to be reporting to me. I can’t say I approve of all your antics but... what am I to say, you’re just like her. Look like her too. Now, I must go my dear. I shall see you when this blasted war is over.’ She couldn’t remember telling Carl about that night, she wondered if he would pick it up, or if he was even listening. She hoped not. ‘Goodbye daddy.’ She said, wrapping her arms around him once more. ‘Yes Goodbye Raeulf. I shall be expecting letters.’ He put his hat back on before turning to Carl, saluting him, and walking away. She stood in complete silence for a moment. When he was no longer in sight, she looked at Carl once more; he looked tired, beaten, gaunt even. ‘How long was I out for?’ she grunted at the response. ‘Then I need my clothes. I can’t stand hospitals.’ She turned away from him, wanting desperately to get out of there.
The tall, dark man glared down at her sternly. ‘Raeulf.’ Men, doctors and security, came running down the halls in both directions. ‘It’s all right men. Everything under control. Seems your nurse here got a little... trigger happy...’ The doctors and security guards took the woman away, leaving them alone. He offered a hand down and Rae took it, standing up and a little further away from her father, he had come away from the war to see her. This was serious. ‘I hear you’ve been giving the government some trouble Raeulf. Going against the SS and the Gestapo. If this is true you are no daughter of mine... you are... you are...’ he looked down at his daughter’s frightened green eyes, she’d grown much since he last saw her. ‘... just like your mother...’ he smiled a little sadly, she breathed a sigh of relief, jumping to wrap her arms around him. ‘Raeulf, what am I going to do with you...’ he put her down, coughing a little and straightening up. ‘Now, I blame myself partly for this whole mess, leaving you alone with that damn frump Frau Otker. You need a man around to look after you, to make sure you’re behaving like a proper woman.’ She couldn’t help but think how Carl would laugh if he heard that, he knew her, he knew how much help a man wouldn’t do for her. ‘Imagine my surprise when I catch some of my boys with indecent pictures of my daughter... I mean you said you were helping with the war effort but...’ a small snigger, disguised by a cough emerged from behind her father. ‘Ah! Yes... well, Lieutenant Bauer here,’ he moved aside to show Carl, who by the look on his face had probably been there the whole time, ‘He has informed me of what is to be going on. Your task shall I say. I have to get back to my post but... I trust Lieutenant you will be looking after my baby girl with the upmost of care...’ she eyed up Carl, a small grin on her face, a grin like she used to have before all... this. ‘Good well then. Oh and one more thing. No more parties at my house. Unfortunately the young officer you had... relations with... was supposed to be reporting to me. I can’t say I approve of all your antics but... what am I to say, you’re just like her. Look like her too. Now, I must go my dear. I shall see you when this blasted war is over.’ She couldn’t remember telling Carl about that night, she wondered if he would pick it up, or if he was even listening. She hoped not. ‘Goodbye daddy.’ She said, wrapping her arms around him once more. ‘Yes Goodbye Raeulf. I shall be expecting letters.’ He put his hat back on before turning to Carl, saluting him, and walking away. She stood in complete silence for a moment. When he was no longer in sight, she looked at Carl once more; he looked tired, beaten, gaunt even. ‘How long was I out for?’ she grunted at the response. ‘Then I need my clothes. I can’t stand hospitals.’ She turned away from him, wanting desperately to get out of there.
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Carl had been ripped from her, being told it was for her own well being. He tired to fight the doctors each step of the way, convinced that it was best for her to be with him. It seemed one of the doctors recognised Raeulf and shuffled off. Whilst Carl continued to argue to be allowed with her a shadow was cast behind him. “Guten Abend, Lieutenant.” Carl stiffened up, not being called by his title with such a tone since he was in the warzones. He turned around to see a tall dark haired man with a sharp jaw line and a heavy moustache. Carl didn’t recognise him but from the way the man held himself demanded authority. “Lieutenant, can I speak to you...outside?” Carl looked a little flustered but complied. Closing the ICU door Carl turned to the man, but before having a chance to saw a word he was interrupted. “How do you know my little girl?” Things now felt a little more clear. “Well, sir, it is...a rather long story, and a little complex at pla..” The man raised a hand. “I believe we have time, she will be quiet for an hour or two at least.” Carl sighed but decided to tell him what he could; of course leaving out a few minor details. By the time he had finished, Raeulf had awoken, not soon after an alarm sounding. Carl kept quiet behind Raeulf’s father until he was noticed. He looked at Raeulf with a small smile, even in the state she in, Raeulf looked beautiful; almost if she could bounce back from everything. He still kept a back seat on everything until he left Raeulf and Carl stood there, Carl couldn’t help himself but walk over to Rae and hold her, he was wary of the tubes in her arms but he had to. Kissing her on the cheek he spoke quietly. “Rae, rest until the morning, they will let you out then. Your father has authorised for you to come back with me today. Just rest now and I will be back later.” He had to go back to his flat, he hadn’t been there for days, and didn’t want her going back to a complete mess. Sitting Raeulf back onto the bed Carl left the room quickly, reaching his apartment within the hour. He firstly re cleaned the kitchen by throwing out the rotting vegetables and emptying the sink, moving through the bedroom and small box-sized study Carl got rid of all the evidence of the investigation involving Rae, not wanting to distress her when she got back. Having a shower and re dressing in a clean uniform, Carl took money from a small box in the living room and made his way back to the hospital. He would have to buy food once he got Raeulf back.
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Rae looked at him for a moment, wondering what to do, she wanted to leave immediately, wanted to go back, to her home, and just lie down on the floor for a while, but, compromising for a change, she turned from him and went to sit on her bed. Her arms were still leaking fluid and blood, she looked down at them, collecting a drop of it from her arm and putting it into her mouth along with the finger it was on. It soon got dark, and a nurse came in along with a security guard who stood at the door, she hooked Rae back up, just for overnight apparently, she complied for the moment, staying awake all night. Finally morning came, the nurses came again to un-plug her, she sat on the edge of the bed, her hair scraggly, the curls no longer pristine, dark circles were under her eyes and everything ached. But atleast she was still breathing, not like her little baby.
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Stepping out of the taxi in front of the hospital admissions bay, Carl walked into the bustling foyer full of propaganda for the war. He hadn’t really noticed it as propaganda before; before meeting Raeulf it had always just been an easier way to really support that was rightly needed. But now after how the war had turned his life on its head Carl couldn’t see much positivity, but all he needed t do was focus on Raeulf, getting her home and getting back to herself. Taking the stairs to the second floor two at a time, Carl wondered if Raeulf could ever be herself again, properly. Taking a few lefts and rights Carl headed down the thin corridor knowing that Raeulf was third from the end to the left. He brushed down his uniform; looking as smart as ever before knocking on the door. There was no distinct call for him not to enter so Carl opened the door, closing it behind him. “Are you ready?” Carl spoke quietly, turning to a nurse to sign a form from his superiors to conform that it was him taking Raeulf; it felt cold to sign a release form for Rae, as if she were a package. But it was what needed to be done to get her home, safe.
Carl took a paper bag with the items that Raeulf had entered with inside and turned to face her. “Let’s go.” He was still finding it hard to look her in the eye, all of this mess was his fault. Taking Rae’s arm Carl thought about how he couldn’t wallow in his self-pity or guilt, he looked over to her and could see how she was going to need someone to look after her properly, a foreign concept her was sure; but he was going to. She deserves that much. The taxi took the pair back to the apartment in good time. Helping Raeulf up the two flights of stairs he unlocked the door and led her in to sit on the bed. “Uh..” He looked a little nervous. “You can have my bed the sheets are all clean, and I’ll go and run you a bath.” After all she had been through Raeulf looked as if she could use one. Setting her few things beside her Carl walked into the bath room and ran the water. Walking into the kitchen whilst he waited Carl realised that his food shopping wouldn’t even be able to wait until the morning; there was nothing in his cupboard but a few pieces of stale bread.
Leading Raeulf into the bathroom, it was apparent that she was going to need some help he was anxious to see her body bruised and battered; before it was so flawless and he had caused all of this damage. Holding Raeulf by the shoulders Carl helped her lower herself into the warm bathwater. He waited a moment before walking towards the door. “I need to get you some things.” Opening the bathroom door Carl stepped out into the hallway, putting on his coat. “I’ll be back in less than forty-five minutes. I promise.” And Carl kept his promise running out of the apartment towards Frau Okter’s house Carl slammed on the door, “I need to Get Raeulf’s things.” Frau Okter looked at Carl angrily. “How dare you knock on my door so rudely at this time in the morning! No you will not be getting any of her things! Where is she!?! I will send for her father at once if you do not explain!!” Carl had no time for any of this, not wanting to leave Rae on her own for any longer than he had to. Storming past Carl knew where Rae’s room was and began to pile things into bag’s of Rae’s and one large suitcase of clothes. Coming back down the stairs laden. Carl was hit in the chest with a skillet. “Get back here you brute! I’ll alert the police!” Carl shook himself off and laughed, barging past. “You do that old lady.”
Running through the grocers Carl came back ready to drop, but in good time. Putting Raeulf’s thing in the bedroom by the large oak bed he then moved the groceries in the kitchen. Looking at them it became apparent that he was going to need to learn how to cook and quick. “Raeulf?” He stood outside of the bathroom door, not sure if she would need a hand. “Do you need me to...” Carl didn’t get a reply and was worried. Opening the door slowly Carl saw Rae caught up in a towel and asleep on the floor, he panicked for a moment but picked her up carefully and carried Raeulf onto the bed where digging out a nightdress from one of the bags he pulled it over her head carefully and left Rae to sleep. And for now, Carl was going to try and cook lunch.
But after a few hours of toiling amidst the steam and heat, Carl had managed to burn potato and reduces carrots to a thick paste. He looked at his awful creation with a raised eyebrow as he murmured “It is harder than mother made it look.” Carl scraped the remains into the small waste bin by his side and threw the pans into the sink and decided to deal with them whilst he was still in the kitchen, knowing all too well that if he so much as sat down they would be there for a week before he realised the mould accumulating.
It was another hour after scalding his hands in the boiling water before he could put all of the pans and utensils away. The day was just confirming the known; Carl was better with a knife or a gun in his hand opposed to a spoon or whisk. In amongst the militant-like operation of putting things back where he had found them Carl remembered that Raeulf was on his bed and that she obviously hadn’t woken up. Looking to his watch Carl panicked to see it was nearly six in the evening and Raeulf hadn’t awoken. He could hear murmurs from his room as he drew closer, opening the door quietly he saw Raeulf still asleep, dreaming. Her face didn’t look as if her dream was a pleasant one. Drawing the curtains and turning up a light he sat by her side on the bed, not wanting to wake her, but wanting to make sure Raeulf was alright.
Carl took a paper bag with the items that Raeulf had entered with inside and turned to face her. “Let’s go.” He was still finding it hard to look her in the eye, all of this mess was his fault. Taking Rae’s arm Carl thought about how he couldn’t wallow in his self-pity or guilt, he looked over to her and could see how she was going to need someone to look after her properly, a foreign concept her was sure; but he was going to. She deserves that much. The taxi took the pair back to the apartment in good time. Helping Raeulf up the two flights of stairs he unlocked the door and led her in to sit on the bed. “Uh..” He looked a little nervous. “You can have my bed the sheets are all clean, and I’ll go and run you a bath.” After all she had been through Raeulf looked as if she could use one. Setting her few things beside her Carl walked into the bath room and ran the water. Walking into the kitchen whilst he waited Carl realised that his food shopping wouldn’t even be able to wait until the morning; there was nothing in his cupboard but a few pieces of stale bread.
Leading Raeulf into the bathroom, it was apparent that she was going to need some help he was anxious to see her body bruised and battered; before it was so flawless and he had caused all of this damage. Holding Raeulf by the shoulders Carl helped her lower herself into the warm bathwater. He waited a moment before walking towards the door. “I need to get you some things.” Opening the bathroom door Carl stepped out into the hallway, putting on his coat. “I’ll be back in less than forty-five minutes. I promise.” And Carl kept his promise running out of the apartment towards Frau Okter’s house Carl slammed on the door, “I need to Get Raeulf’s things.” Frau Okter looked at Carl angrily. “How dare you knock on my door so rudely at this time in the morning! No you will not be getting any of her things! Where is she!?! I will send for her father at once if you do not explain!!” Carl had no time for any of this, not wanting to leave Rae on her own for any longer than he had to. Storming past Carl knew where Rae’s room was and began to pile things into bag’s of Rae’s and one large suitcase of clothes. Coming back down the stairs laden. Carl was hit in the chest with a skillet. “Get back here you brute! I’ll alert the police!” Carl shook himself off and laughed, barging past. “You do that old lady.”
Running through the grocers Carl came back ready to drop, but in good time. Putting Raeulf’s thing in the bedroom by the large oak bed he then moved the groceries in the kitchen. Looking at them it became apparent that he was going to need to learn how to cook and quick. “Raeulf?” He stood outside of the bathroom door, not sure if she would need a hand. “Do you need me to...” Carl didn’t get a reply and was worried. Opening the door slowly Carl saw Rae caught up in a towel and asleep on the floor, he panicked for a moment but picked her up carefully and carried Raeulf onto the bed where digging out a nightdress from one of the bags he pulled it over her head carefully and left Rae to sleep. And for now, Carl was going to try and cook lunch.
But after a few hours of toiling amidst the steam and heat, Carl had managed to burn potato and reduces carrots to a thick paste. He looked at his awful creation with a raised eyebrow as he murmured “It is harder than mother made it look.” Carl scraped the remains into the small waste bin by his side and threw the pans into the sink and decided to deal with them whilst he was still in the kitchen, knowing all too well that if he so much as sat down they would be there for a week before he realised the mould accumulating.
It was another hour after scalding his hands in the boiling water before he could put all of the pans and utensils away. The day was just confirming the known; Carl was better with a knife or a gun in his hand opposed to a spoon or whisk. In amongst the militant-like operation of putting things back where he had found them Carl remembered that Raeulf was on his bed and that she obviously hadn’t woken up. Looking to his watch Carl panicked to see it was nearly six in the evening and Raeulf hadn’t awoken. He could hear murmurs from his room as he drew closer, opening the door quietly he saw Raeulf still asleep, dreaming. Her face didn’t look as if her dream was a pleasant one. Drawing the curtains and turning up a light he sat by her side on the bed, not wanting to wake her, but wanting to make sure Raeulf was alright.
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Rae felt useless and humiliated, having Carl do eveything for her, but she was still in alot of pain not that she's like to admit it. She sunk into the bath and just lay there for an hour or so, before washing and calling for Carl. He wasn't there. Good, she thought, she could do it by herself anyways. She stood, carefully trying to get one leg over the side of the bath, unfortunately, she slipped, sending her tumbling onto the cold tiled floor, head first. The crack of her head on the tiles was painful at first, but shere was nothing much she wanted to do than just lay there. She eventually fell into a deep sleep after being awake all night, she certainly deserved it.
She had some terrible nightmares that night, of Hansel coming back to get her, slicing open her stomach and pulling out a screaming child, a child that looked just like him. She woke up suddenly, with heart palpitaions and heavy breathing, tears streaming down her face and a strong arm around her throat, she screamed, only to realise that it was her own.
She had some terrible nightmares that night, of Hansel coming back to get her, slicing open her stomach and pulling out a screaming child, a child that looked just like him. She woke up suddenly, with heart palpitaions and heavy breathing, tears streaming down her face and a strong arm around her throat, she screamed, only to realise that it was her own.
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Carl had heard in the army to never wake somebody from their dream as it would have horrible effects, he didn’t like watching Raeulf like this but she awoke soon enough, even if it did cause him a fright. “Shhh. Shhh.” Carl’s hand hovered over Raeulf’s, hesitant to move her. “It was a dream.” Carl took a handkerchief from his top pocket and wiped what tears he could reach. He hadn’t spoken to her properly since she had been admitted to the hospital and lost their child. In a way it felt to tense to really say anything. “Y-you’re awake, it’s fine.” He cringed at his own words. Sitting up properly he left the handkerchief by her side. “Would you like a drink of anything?” Carl stood and was about to walk over to the kitchen before he heard a rather loud knock at the door. “Who..”
“Lieutenant Bauer! Open up!” Carl walked over to the door and unlocked the various bolts. Swinging the door open he didn’t let the soldier in. “Yes private?” Carl looked down on the smaller man. “A transcript from the general! He is unaware as to why he hasn’t received any progress reports.” Carl looked a little shocked. “Excuse me? How do you expect me to get anything done when this girl has just had a miscarriage only two days ago?!? Tell the General that reports will e brief until next week. Thank you.” Carl took the envelope and slammed the door shut again, irritated at the thought of a lower rank addressing him in such a tone. He would have kicked the private down the concrete stairs, but he had bigger things to deal with. “It was nothing.” Carl rolled his eyes, sitting at the foot of the bed and opening the transcript, it didn’t say anything important, only the request of a progress report and if he failed to comply, somebody else would take over the task. Carl looked over to Rae. “I brought over some of your things, got a skillet to the face in the process. I didn’t really know what you needed, but I got enough for now... do you need anything right now?” All he wanted to do was hold her.
“Lieutenant Bauer! Open up!” Carl walked over to the door and unlocked the various bolts. Swinging the door open he didn’t let the soldier in. “Yes private?” Carl looked down on the smaller man. “A transcript from the general! He is unaware as to why he hasn’t received any progress reports.” Carl looked a little shocked. “Excuse me? How do you expect me to get anything done when this girl has just had a miscarriage only two days ago?!? Tell the General that reports will e brief until next week. Thank you.” Carl took the envelope and slammed the door shut again, irritated at the thought of a lower rank addressing him in such a tone. He would have kicked the private down the concrete stairs, but he had bigger things to deal with. “It was nothing.” Carl rolled his eyes, sitting at the foot of the bed and opening the transcript, it didn’t say anything important, only the request of a progress report and if he failed to comply, somebody else would take over the task. Carl looked over to Rae. “I brought over some of your things, got a skillet to the face in the process. I didn’t really know what you needed, but I got enough for now... do you need anything right now?” All he wanted to do was hold her.
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Having Carl hold her was like a foreign concept, she flinched when he came near her but settled into the comforting akwardly. He was what led to this, but she was employed now, it was this, or die. She was considering dying for a moment when he stood, asking her if she wanted anything. She shook her head, at that moment there was a large knock at the door. He wen't to see who it was. Of course she could hear what was going on. She may me severly malnurished and weak, but her hearing was perfectly fine. 'Who was it?' she asked, listening to him cover it up afterwards. He sat at the foot of his bed and she stiffly pushed herself to sitting. “I brought over some of your things, got a skillet to the face in the process. I didn’t really know what you needed, but I got enough for now... do you need anything right now?” she looked at the bag by the door, and then to the man she was staying with. 'Whisky.' she muttered, knowing only too well he wouldn't allow it. 'Fine.' she kicked her legs out from under the covers and stood. 'Then I'll be needing a uniform wont I? I work for the Fuhrer now.' her voice was harsh and cold, not at all like what it used to be.
The uniform that was sent was ultimately the most ugly thing that she'd ever laid eyes on. It was black, which was about the only nice thing about it, plain felt material that was two sized too big for her, the skirt almost down to her ankles and the patches they had given to her, not even sewn on yet. She looked up to Carl. 'I hope you bought my sewing kit because this needs a few minor alterations. Thankfully he had.
Raeulf locked herself in his bedroom for the rest of that day and worked through the night to get it done, anything to take her mind off what was hapenning. Finally, around mid-morning she came out dressed in her creation. The Jacket was now rimmed with silver buttons instead of black, pins and shoulder flaps that only a more superior officer like Carl was supposed to wear. The lapels were laced with silver ribboning and the patches that they'd given her for the pockets. The hat (she came to realise was for a man, as was the Jacket) she pretty much left, pinning on the eagle of the fuhrer pin centrally. The most shocking thing about the whole uniform was the skirt. Raeulf refused to conform, even if she was working for the National Socialists, she skirt was mid thigh length, and tight. She wore translucent black stockings and black patent heels. She smile at Carl. 'Do you think they'll have me change it?' of course they would, it was an insult to the Nazi's. A good looking insult, but an insult all the same. 'Good.' she mused, her mouth curling into a slow smile. 'I was once a pin up girl. I will remain the object of men's desires, even if I do have to work for Himler.' she looked at Carl 'Yes, I meant Himler. We all know that he is the brains beyond this project pretty boy, Hitler is just the face.' She took the hat and placed it on her head. Of course she wasn't ready to go anywhere yet, she was still under fed and sickly, but there was no telling her that. 'Will you pack? I... we still have children to save...' she peeled off the jacket to reveal a white shirt that was almost indecently unbuttoned and tucked into what was now shown to be a highwaisted skirt. Atleast something she kept decent. 'I must get ready. I will call Vlad later to tell him of our coming... he is a pirate.' she grinned.
The uniform that was sent was ultimately the most ugly thing that she'd ever laid eyes on. It was black, which was about the only nice thing about it, plain felt material that was two sized too big for her, the skirt almost down to her ankles and the patches they had given to her, not even sewn on yet. She looked up to Carl. 'I hope you bought my sewing kit because this needs a few minor alterations. Thankfully he had.
Raeulf locked herself in his bedroom for the rest of that day and worked through the night to get it done, anything to take her mind off what was hapenning. Finally, around mid-morning she came out dressed in her creation. The Jacket was now rimmed with silver buttons instead of black, pins and shoulder flaps that only a more superior officer like Carl was supposed to wear. The lapels were laced with silver ribboning and the patches that they'd given her for the pockets. The hat (she came to realise was for a man, as was the Jacket) she pretty much left, pinning on the eagle of the fuhrer pin centrally. The most shocking thing about the whole uniform was the skirt. Raeulf refused to conform, even if she was working for the National Socialists, she skirt was mid thigh length, and tight. She wore translucent black stockings and black patent heels. She smile at Carl. 'Do you think they'll have me change it?' of course they would, it was an insult to the Nazi's. A good looking insult, but an insult all the same. 'Good.' she mused, her mouth curling into a slow smile. 'I was once a pin up girl. I will remain the object of men's desires, even if I do have to work for Himler.' she looked at Carl 'Yes, I meant Himler. We all know that he is the brains beyond this project pretty boy, Hitler is just the face.' She took the hat and placed it on her head. Of course she wasn't ready to go anywhere yet, she was still under fed and sickly, but there was no telling her that. 'Will you pack? I... we still have children to save...' she peeled off the jacket to reveal a white shirt that was almost indecently unbuttoned and tucked into what was now shown to be a highwaisted skirt. Atleast something she kept decent. 'I must get ready. I will call Vlad later to tell him of our coming... he is a pirate.' she grinned.
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With the transcript from the general in his hand, Carl flicked to the back page that was printed faintly. It was his instruction to monitor Raeulf's actions. He looked at the long list and sighed, it was all too standardised and cold for him to use with her. The general was obviously paranoid about confidential information being leaked through her and abandonment, some of the regulations listed were very harsh; the smallest offence seemed to call upon Carl reporting Raeulf to his higher officers. Something that would almost always end with her back in a prison or correctional centre. But Carl wasn't in the mood to negotiate with Raeulf, he remembered how she had been before all of the mess and now she flinched when he was near. That was something that he couldn’t take for long; he folded the piece of paper into quarters and popped it into his shirt pocket before placing a pair of leather gloves in his coat pocket. He shrugged off the concept of eating or cooking for Raeulf, she could do it herself if she was going to be so off with him, all Carl wanted to was hold her again and Raeulf appeared to have moved on in all respects other than with him. It was understandable to everyone except him.
After a couple of glasses of whiskey Carl felt more obliged to treat Raeulf as if he were a co-worker of a lower rank- which in fact she was. As he saw her walked out of the room in the mid morning in her new uniform Carl frowned. He didn’t say much, he only frowned. “Of course they would disapprove.” He felt his fists clench. When she continued to throw about casual orders Carl decided that enough was enough. “You’re getting too high above your station.” He spoke with no empathy, just as he did when they had first met. “Your uniform is distasteful, your attitude is appalling and you are getting your orders all wrong. You have no concern for the swing youth or the children, you are based in intelligence and-. Do not answer me back. I am your superior. I tell you where we are going and what you are going to do next!” Carl took a deep breath and stood back, it was the only way for him to vent his frustrations, she was obviously not ready to talk to him, but he needed to talk to her, she even seemed to want him close when in hospital and now it was this distance he couldn’t stand. But he had probably pushed her further away. He was willing to wait. “Come on, we need to make up for lost time.”
After a couple of glasses of whiskey Carl felt more obliged to treat Raeulf as if he were a co-worker of a lower rank- which in fact she was. As he saw her walked out of the room in the mid morning in her new uniform Carl frowned. He didn’t say much, he only frowned. “Of course they would disapprove.” He felt his fists clench. When she continued to throw about casual orders Carl decided that enough was enough. “You’re getting too high above your station.” He spoke with no empathy, just as he did when they had first met. “Your uniform is distasteful, your attitude is appalling and you are getting your orders all wrong. You have no concern for the swing youth or the children, you are based in intelligence and-. Do not answer me back. I am your superior. I tell you where we are going and what you are going to do next!” Carl took a deep breath and stood back, it was the only way for him to vent his frustrations, she was obviously not ready to talk to him, but he needed to talk to her, she even seemed to want him close when in hospital and now it was this distance he couldn’t stand. But he had probably pushed her further away. He was willing to wait. “Come on, we need to make up for lost time.”
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She finished talking to him and just stood there, waiting for a light-hearted reply. He then muttered something she didn't quite hear. 'Pardon?' “Your uniform is distasteful, your attitude is appalling and you are getting your orders all wrong." She couldn't quite believe what he was saying to her, it was like him being back in the cell with her again, but that time she had won, she had the chance to kill him, but she didn't. She looked around him, finally noticing the empty bottle of whisky and the glass next to it. "You have no concern for the swing youth or the children, you are based in intelligence and-." 'You're drunk Carl, you don't know wh...' "Do not answer me back. I am your superior. I tell you where we are going and what you are going to do next!” He stood back from her, and she closed her mouth, looking at him with pure hatred. He was no longer Carl, now he was the Nazi that killed her baby, the Nazi she now worked for. “Come on, we need to make up for lost time.” She didn't move. She looked down to the floor, still the look of pure anger on her face. 'That wasn't my brief.' she whispered. Slowly, she looked up to him, stone faced, gaunt and ghostlike. 'I am to disband the resistance through persuasion. I am the only person that the Nazi's...' she spat on the floor 'have who holds all the information, all the whereabouts of the resistance leaders. You are here to ensure my loyalty...' she stood back a little, her hip jutting out to the side. 'But, Leutenant Bauer if you want to do this on your own, if you want to lead this... this... lost cause... the be my guest. From now on, I will only follow orders. And I will only speak to you to get permission to shit. So go ahead. Tell me where we're going.' She perched herself down on the arm of a chair, looking up at him expectantly, she knew that she was being difficult, she knew that this could get her in alot of trouble, but most of all, she knew that she had won.
After Carl left, she promptly threw up in the bathroom, the shouting was too much for her, she still wasn't very well and her wounds were stinging. Calming down a little, she thought over strategy, of course Carl wouldn't get very far, whatever he was planning on doing. If the resistance groups weren't so desperately good at concealing themselves and if Hitler wasn't so desperately bad at gaining information on them, they wouldn't have recruited her.
She sat down at the small table with paper and a pencil and began to write.
She set the letter to one side before writing another
She wrote another letter to her father and sealed it, and another to Frou Okter, thanking her for everything she had done for her. She finally wrote a letter to her pin-up artist, asking him to convene with her the next day for a whole session of drawings. It was getting quite dark and she was exhausted, she wanted to wait for Carl, he would still be angry about everything. Standing wearily, she walked to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping inside, it was warm, thankfully, and her bandages had been prepped with some kind of waterproofing so she could wash. After her shower, her hair dried and curled delicately around her face, she cooked with the ingredients that Carl had brought back previously and made a heary stew.
Two bowls grasped in her hands, she set one at the other end of the table complete with cutlery, eating the other for herself and finally pushing the empty bowl to the side, looking down through her letters. They were good, not releasing any information, but letting her boys know exactly what was going to happen. Tears welled in her eyes at the awful events that were unfolding infront of her, everything that had happened. She wanted nothing more than to be loved. The war had changed and killed her chance of marrying a good man in Hansel, her best friend Smithe had all but abandoned her, her mother was dead, her father was gone and the man she thought would instal something good back into her, had her raped, beaten and her child killed. Clasping her hands together, she began to pray.
She sighed deeply, her eyes slowly closing and her head dropping into her arms. She fell asleep in the hard wooden chair, her dreams being riddled of Romanticised lies and ideas, but happy ones, the answer to her prayers while she slept.
After Carl left, she promptly threw up in the bathroom, the shouting was too much for her, she still wasn't very well and her wounds were stinging. Calming down a little, she thought over strategy, of course Carl wouldn't get very far, whatever he was planning on doing. If the resistance groups weren't so desperately good at concealing themselves and if Hitler wasn't so desperately bad at gaining information on them, they wouldn't have recruited her.
She sat down at the small table with paper and a pencil and began to write.
My dearest Vlad,
I am coming down for a visit very soon, I know that this war has hit us all very hard but I am still eager to visit you my dear friend. No doubt that you have heard from Smithe concerning Hansel and Kniff, you needn't worry, I'm fine.
No doubt also that your numbers are declining, I need to speak with you.
I have a new pose coming out soon, I shall bring it along. Vlad, my Prince, my dearest, until we meet,
Love Princess.
I am coming down for a visit very soon, I know that this war has hit us all very hard but I am still eager to visit you my dear friend. No doubt that you have heard from Smithe concerning Hansel and Kniff, you needn't worry, I'm fine.
No doubt also that your numbers are declining, I need to speak with you.
I have a new pose coming out soon, I shall bring it along. Vlad, my Prince, my dearest, until we meet,
Love Princess.
She set the letter to one side before writing another
My dearest Gerhard,
I have not seen you in a while, do not dispair! Despite popular belief I am not dead, I am mearly 'inside the barrel' as they say. Get in touch with Vlad and do not fret, we are all suffering with this war. I have access to my new pose, I shall bring a copy up for you when I visit. I am bringing an aquaintance of mine along with me, I will inform you of everything in due course, indeed you will know that this letter is not enough, but as I said, Vladimir will tell you the rest. Tell Trula dearest I said Hello.
Sleep well my Precious, my dearest, until we meet,
Love Princess.
I have not seen you in a while, do not dispair! Despite popular belief I am not dead, I am mearly 'inside the barrel' as they say. Get in touch with Vlad and do not fret, we are all suffering with this war. I have access to my new pose, I shall bring a copy up for you when I visit. I am bringing an aquaintance of mine along with me, I will inform you of everything in due course, indeed you will know that this letter is not enough, but as I said, Vladimir will tell you the rest. Tell Trula dearest I said Hello.
Sleep well my Precious, my dearest, until we meet,
Love Princess.
She wrote another letter to her father and sealed it, and another to Frou Okter, thanking her for everything she had done for her. She finally wrote a letter to her pin-up artist, asking him to convene with her the next day for a whole session of drawings. It was getting quite dark and she was exhausted, she wanted to wait for Carl, he would still be angry about everything. Standing wearily, she walked to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping inside, it was warm, thankfully, and her bandages had been prepped with some kind of waterproofing so she could wash. After her shower, her hair dried and curled delicately around her face, she cooked with the ingredients that Carl had brought back previously and made a heary stew.
Two bowls grasped in her hands, she set one at the other end of the table complete with cutlery, eating the other for herself and finally pushing the empty bowl to the side, looking down through her letters. They were good, not releasing any information, but letting her boys know exactly what was going to happen. Tears welled in her eyes at the awful events that were unfolding infront of her, everything that had happened. She wanted nothing more than to be loved. The war had changed and killed her chance of marrying a good man in Hansel, her best friend Smithe had all but abandoned her, her mother was dead, her father was gone and the man she thought would instal something good back into her, had her raped, beaten and her child killed. Clasping her hands together, she began to pray.
Dear Lord,
I may not be mighty great at speaking to you
I may not be all that much of a good girl but...
Lord will there be no end to this mindless killing
This murder, slaughter and butchery of innocent people
the doctrination of young minds and the fear being installed into babies...
...I don;t know who to believe anymore Big guy...
...are you there? Are you listening?...
...please... help m... help me do this...
I may not be mighty great at speaking to you
I may not be all that much of a good girl but...
Lord will there be no end to this mindless killing
This murder, slaughter and butchery of innocent people
the doctrination of young minds and the fear being installed into babies...
...I don;t know who to believe anymore Big guy...
...are you there? Are you listening?...
...please... help m... help me do this...
She sighed deeply, her eyes slowly closing and her head dropping into her arms. She fell asleep in the hard wooden chair, her dreams being riddled of Romanticised lies and ideas, but happy ones, the answer to her prayers while she slept.
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The echo of his door slamming rand down the thin and dank stairway, Raeulf was right, he was going to be walking in circles without her help but he couldn’t let her take control of everything. He wasn’t going to be made a mockery of. Carl didn’t bother with going to look for anything. He didn’t want to now, he was enraged yet hopeless. A couple hours of walking along the cobbled streets had Carl set on finding a young woman, he needed something to take his mind of Raeulf; just long enough for him to sort himself out.
With nearly all bars and pubs gone Carl had to go to the backstreet rooms. He only knew what was around the lower end of town because of having friends in the SS. He stood outside of a dark green door for a while, examined the peeling paint work, he could smell the cigarette smoke curling from the small gap at the bottom. He looked at his military jacket and sighed, he wasn't going to get a drink let alone any company. So he did what any good Aryan would have done and walked in. "Well, what do we have here?" there were only three or four people in the room all of their faces plastered with fear. "I'm sure officials would love to hear about this little place.." The crying and and pleading soon began, Carl relished in it for a while but one woman's face reminded him of Raeulf's; he froze.
Carl turned around and left, walking quickly down the alley, picking up his pace. The sun was just setting, he had been gone for the majority of the day and began to wonder if Rae had stayed back at his apartment or left, without her, his work in Germany would become useless and he would be sent back to the frontline, that was something he couldn't let Raeulf know. She didn't know why he wasn't serving with the rest of his men, not fully; but Carl was sure even Rae knew he didn't want to go back there. He climbed the stairs and opened the door quietly, it hadn't been locked. The small hallway was dark and Carl could barley see anything except a small light seeping from under the living room door. For a while he didn't enter, listening to see if she was in there. 'what're you doing? Grow up!' he felt like a punished child as skulked into the room.
She was asleep, he couldn't believe it; Carl was pleased but a little shocked. Raeulf had stayed, and by the looks of it she had cooked. He walked around to the other side of his small dining table and looked at the stew. It was cold now but he was hungry. Sitting opposite the sleeping Rae he ate the stew, watching her shoulders slowly rise and fall. He ate slowly and quietly, making sure she didn't wake up. It was getting late, Carl looked down to Rae as he walked past to the kitchen. He debated where to put her. He rather wanted to sleep in his bed, but he couldn't leave her in that stiff wooden chair in her condition. 'Bloody damn.' he whispered, putting the bowls to one side and re entering the room, picking Raeulf up into his arms and walking her into his bedroom. Laying her on the bed Carl didn't want to try and undress her, in case she woke up. He placed a thinner blanket over her legs before turning around and wondering where to sleep himself. Not being able to sleep next to Raeulf his only other options were the floor and a worn armchair on the corner of his bedroom. He chose the latter. Carl wasn't going to undress, instead he removed his coat and shoes, unbuttoned his shirt the majority of the way and took off his....belt. Closing the bedroom door and opening the window, Carl couldn't help but notice how beautiful Raeulf looked in her sleep, he paused by her to gently move a curl from her face.
Leaning back into his armchair it wasn't long before he was fast asleep, though with the curtains wide open he was sure to wake up at first light.
With nearly all bars and pubs gone Carl had to go to the backstreet rooms. He only knew what was around the lower end of town because of having friends in the SS. He stood outside of a dark green door for a while, examined the peeling paint work, he could smell the cigarette smoke curling from the small gap at the bottom. He looked at his military jacket and sighed, he wasn't going to get a drink let alone any company. So he did what any good Aryan would have done and walked in. "Well, what do we have here?" there were only three or four people in the room all of their faces plastered with fear. "I'm sure officials would love to hear about this little place.." The crying and and pleading soon began, Carl relished in it for a while but one woman's face reminded him of Raeulf's; he froze.
Carl turned around and left, walking quickly down the alley, picking up his pace. The sun was just setting, he had been gone for the majority of the day and began to wonder if Rae had stayed back at his apartment or left, without her, his work in Germany would become useless and he would be sent back to the frontline, that was something he couldn't let Raeulf know. She didn't know why he wasn't serving with the rest of his men, not fully; but Carl was sure even Rae knew he didn't want to go back there. He climbed the stairs and opened the door quietly, it hadn't been locked. The small hallway was dark and Carl could barley see anything except a small light seeping from under the living room door. For a while he didn't enter, listening to see if she was in there. 'what're you doing? Grow up!' he felt like a punished child as skulked into the room.
She was asleep, he couldn't believe it; Carl was pleased but a little shocked. Raeulf had stayed, and by the looks of it she had cooked. He walked around to the other side of his small dining table and looked at the stew. It was cold now but he was hungry. Sitting opposite the sleeping Rae he ate the stew, watching her shoulders slowly rise and fall. He ate slowly and quietly, making sure she didn't wake up. It was getting late, Carl looked down to Rae as he walked past to the kitchen. He debated where to put her. He rather wanted to sleep in his bed, but he couldn't leave her in that stiff wooden chair in her condition. 'Bloody damn.' he whispered, putting the bowls to one side and re entering the room, picking Raeulf up into his arms and walking her into his bedroom. Laying her on the bed Carl didn't want to try and undress her, in case she woke up. He placed a thinner blanket over her legs before turning around and wondering where to sleep himself. Not being able to sleep next to Raeulf his only other options were the floor and a worn armchair on the corner of his bedroom. He chose the latter. Carl wasn't going to undress, instead he removed his coat and shoes, unbuttoned his shirt the majority of the way and took off his....belt. Closing the bedroom door and opening the window, Carl couldn't help but notice how beautiful Raeulf looked in her sleep, he paused by her to gently move a curl from her face.
Leaning back into his armchair it wasn't long before he was fast asleep, though with the curtains wide open he was sure to wake up at first light.
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Raeulf didn't stir until early morning. Her eyes flickered open to see Carl, fast asleep in the battered armchair. She smiled a moment before yawning and straining to see his watch in the dark. She had never been an early riser, so being awake that early was strange for her. First she sat up, trying desperately to not make the bed creak. Doing so succesfully, she kicked her legs out and stood in the dark, looking down at herself. She scowled at the uniform, turning to the window and undressing in the moonlight. She hated sleeping in her clothes, and especially the horribly uncomfortable Nazi uniform. She stood there for a while, looking out at the stars. There were no clouds, so they were terribly bright, as was the moon. She loved the night, it had a different kind of air, crisper, cleaner, more exiting. She was looking out to a brick wall, but still it seemed more beautiful in the moonlight. She sighed before turning to look for her bag.
Eventually finding the things that Carl brought over for her, she found a long blue coat and a pair of black heels, she set them out in the intention of going outside a little later. She pulled out some black underwear and pulled them on, discovering one of Carl's shirts lying around and pulling it on over her head, she looked around the place. It was filthy, bottles and glasses lying around, newspapers, pens, clothes. It looked like a proper man's home for once instead of an army major's bunkhouse. She decided that something needed to be done. Rae started straight away at cleaning, washing the dishes, collecting the bottles, hanging the clothes back up, dusting, sweeping and washing until the whole place was spotless. Finally finishing by making the bed she had slept in and turning to look at Carl. His blonde hair was getting longer and was ruffled so parts of it were shadowing his face she sighed, looking out the window again, she could see the first inclings of the sun, deciding that she would go out afterall, she quickly made him some breakfast, porridge with some honey that she was delighted to find, so much so she took the rest of the pot with her in her coat pocket. She didn't leave a note, slipping on her coat and shoes over his shirt and calling up her artist as discreetly as possible, she arranged for an early session before she started the trip away. She slipped out of the door, it clicking on her way out.
Nobody was on the streets, but it was still quite cold as the dew of the morning set it. She felt quite safe walking along the empty streets and it only took about an hour for the session to finish, he was working quickly and they did three poses in all, which he assured he would be able to give her copies of later that day. She dressed again in her coat and left back for his house.
Pushing the door open, she wondered if he was still asleep. She had always assumed that he was an early riser, but never really knew why, she just hoped that he was still asleep for some reason. Unfortunately however he was not, she walked in to his bemused look. 'I wen't out.' she said, answering his un-asked question. 'And the cleaning fairy made a visit. There was a dead rat in one of the kitchen cabinets.' She wasn't really looking at him because she could sense he was grumpy. She heard him picking up the bowl of porridge and, still looking out the window stated 'There's honey in it, I found some next to the rat... It was still sealed don't worry.' She unbuttoned her coat and slipped it off, hanging it on the corner of the door and turning to look at him, still wearing his shirt and a pair of heels. Rae then picked up a spoon from the side-table and dipped it into his breakfast. 'Oh shut up. I made it didn't I?' she took a mouthful of it before putting the spoon back down, reaching into her coat pocket, pulling out the jar of honey, unscrewing the cap, perching on the arm of his chair and scooping some honey out onto her finger and into her mouth. 'So...' she said, her mouth filled with a honey coated finger 'Mr superior... what's our first move?' she grinned to herself while he wasn't looking, quickly turning her expression to false wide-eyed innocence when he did. She grinned widely as he begrudgingly apologised. Dipping her finger back in the honey, she held it out to his mouth. 'Good boy.'
Eventually finding the things that Carl brought over for her, she found a long blue coat and a pair of black heels, she set them out in the intention of going outside a little later. She pulled out some black underwear and pulled them on, discovering one of Carl's shirts lying around and pulling it on over her head, she looked around the place. It was filthy, bottles and glasses lying around, newspapers, pens, clothes. It looked like a proper man's home for once instead of an army major's bunkhouse. She decided that something needed to be done. Rae started straight away at cleaning, washing the dishes, collecting the bottles, hanging the clothes back up, dusting, sweeping and washing until the whole place was spotless. Finally finishing by making the bed she had slept in and turning to look at Carl. His blonde hair was getting longer and was ruffled so parts of it were shadowing his face she sighed, looking out the window again, she could see the first inclings of the sun, deciding that she would go out afterall, she quickly made him some breakfast, porridge with some honey that she was delighted to find, so much so she took the rest of the pot with her in her coat pocket. She didn't leave a note, slipping on her coat and shoes over his shirt and calling up her artist as discreetly as possible, she arranged for an early session before she started the trip away. She slipped out of the door, it clicking on her way out.
Nobody was on the streets, but it was still quite cold as the dew of the morning set it. She felt quite safe walking along the empty streets and it only took about an hour for the session to finish, he was working quickly and they did three poses in all, which he assured he would be able to give her copies of later that day. She dressed again in her coat and left back for his house.
Pushing the door open, she wondered if he was still asleep. She had always assumed that he was an early riser, but never really knew why, she just hoped that he was still asleep for some reason. Unfortunately however he was not, she walked in to his bemused look. 'I wen't out.' she said, answering his un-asked question. 'And the cleaning fairy made a visit. There was a dead rat in one of the kitchen cabinets.' She wasn't really looking at him because she could sense he was grumpy. She heard him picking up the bowl of porridge and, still looking out the window stated 'There's honey in it, I found some next to the rat... It was still sealed don't worry.' She unbuttoned her coat and slipped it off, hanging it on the corner of the door and turning to look at him, still wearing his shirt and a pair of heels. Rae then picked up a spoon from the side-table and dipped it into his breakfast. 'Oh shut up. I made it didn't I?' she took a mouthful of it before putting the spoon back down, reaching into her coat pocket, pulling out the jar of honey, unscrewing the cap, perching on the arm of his chair and scooping some honey out onto her finger and into her mouth. 'So...' she said, her mouth filled with a honey coated finger 'Mr superior... what's our first move?' she grinned to herself while he wasn't looking, quickly turning her expression to false wide-eyed innocence when he did. She grinned widely as he begrudgingly apologised. Dipping her finger back in the honey, she held it out to his mouth. 'Good boy.'
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Carl awoke blurry-eyed, but even in his half awake state he could tell something was wrong, the bed was made perfectly. Buttoning his shirt Carl ran into the living room but froze only a few steps in. The whole room was immaculately clean, he couldn’t believe it. He was getting a headache from all of the conflicting emotions. He was worried about Rae, he didn’t know where she was but even more worryingly he didn’t know if she was coming back. This angered him but it was oddly pleasing to have a clean apartment but then he didn’t appreciate having his things touched. Falling into a seat at the table Carl became even more bewildered to see breakfast laid out for him. Carl hadn’t eaten in the morning since he was in the army; he either never had the time or didn’t wake up at a time when people ate breakfast. As the door clicked open Carl went to stand, but the sound of heels Carl imagined that it was Raeulf back. He didn’t speak to her at first, instead he sat looking at the breakfast with a face of thunder; he had made it clear yesterday about how he wanted to be treated and she was now just mocking him. “Please, just don’t tell me, I don’t want to know where you have been.”
He now moved on to the breakfast. “Is there poison in this?” He shrugged at her remark. “I know you made it, that’s what’s worrying me.” He stirred a spoon into the porridge and listened to her until she made the superiority comment. “About that...” There was a long pause, Carl couldn’t believe what he was about to say. “I jumped... to certain to conclusions...” He couldn’t avoid the situation any long and had to say it. “I’m sorry.” Carl took a deep breath in and raised an eyebrow to her honey covered finger. He ran a finger along hers, taking the honey and running his finger along her cheek. Carl had eated a few mouthfuls of the porridge before he left the room to get dressed, “I’m guessing the uniform would be a slight faux pas.” Instead he was dressed in civilian clothing, not something he was fully used to.
He now moved on to the breakfast. “Is there poison in this?” He shrugged at her remark. “I know you made it, that’s what’s worrying me.” He stirred a spoon into the porridge and listened to her until she made the superiority comment. “About that...” There was a long pause, Carl couldn’t believe what he was about to say. “I jumped... to certain to conclusions...” He couldn’t avoid the situation any long and had to say it. “I’m sorry.” Carl took a deep breath in and raised an eyebrow to her honey covered finger. He ran a finger along hers, taking the honey and running his finger along her cheek. Carl had eated a few mouthfuls of the porridge before he left the room to get dressed, “I’m guessing the uniform would be a slight faux pas.” Instead he was dressed in civilian clothing, not something he was fully used to.
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