Post by Wolfgang Koenig on Mar 31, 2013 13:59:34 GMT -5
Two blue eyes stared out of the Koenig residence exploring the rest of Berlin. Two innocent blue eyes. The boy was such a curious one; his father Bernhardt had always encouraged such curiosity of the world around him, so he too could see the damage that the west and the Jewish community has caused his country. Wolfgang was destined to join the military in order to defend the fatherland. In order to prevent such damage happening again at the hands of other countries. He was the son of Poseidon after all and he'd received special training in Camp Half-Blood.
Camp Half-Blood. Chara Nicolaides.
Why did he always jump from one thought to the other when he thought about camp? He always ended up thinking about Chara. Wolfgang moved back from the window and sat back on his bed. On his dresser lay several crumpled up pieces of paper. He needn't look at what words were scribbled upon them, because he'd already memorized them. He'd wrote poems for her that she'd never received. The boy was still hurting because he knew he could never have her. Especially seeing as he wasn't ever going to go back to camp.
He got back up from his bed and started humming. Humming always made him feel good. He strolled out of his bedroom and quietly made his way down the stairs. As he got half way down his mother rushed out of the sitting room, "Quickly Wolfgang, go to your room! Hide!" Wolfgang looked at her confusedly. "Now! she yelled, her eyes began welling up. As if on cue someone or something started banging against the door. Yelling. Wolfgang scrambled up the stairs and hid underneath his bed the way he used to when he was little whenever he was scared. He was frightened. Never had his mother been so scared, and for once she didn't hit him and scold him for his hesitation, she sounded more scared and desperate than she did angry. It must be bad.
The yelling grew louder. His mother's voice sounded weak against the loud and proud masculine voices of the men who were attempting to break into their home. Wolfgang rested his ear against the floor as an attempt to hear more clearly. Suddenly there was a loud crash and the voices were clear. They spoke in German and called out for "the demon" and that only added to the boy's confusion. It only took a few minutes before he could hear the thuds of several people moving up the stairs. He saw someone with polished boots enter the room he was in. They were well kept. It meant that these people had some form of status.
Wolfgang's heart raced as the male threw his dresser over and trashed the whole room. He was definitely searching for someone or something. Was it him? Why would they be looking for him?
Suddenly the male flipped the bed from above him and he grabbed Wolfgang and threw him over his shoulder like a rag doll. The man was very strong, and Wolfgang didn't need to take a second glance at his uniform to know what he was. He was part of the Schutzstaffel. No doubt about it. No way was Wolfgang going to attempt to fight back against the people, because that meant having a death wish. He was carried down the stairs as the man claimed he had found the demon.
As he was being escorted away Wolfgang could hear the screams of his mother. His mother calling for help. She was being raped. There was nothing the boy could do but just stay perfectly still. For even a single movement could cause him to explode. An anger was starting to burn deep inside of his heart. Anger that the very same men would turn into coldness.
Wolfgang had nothing left. Not even his innocence.
Camp Half-Blood. Chara Nicolaides.
Why did he always jump from one thought to the other when he thought about camp? He always ended up thinking about Chara. Wolfgang moved back from the window and sat back on his bed. On his dresser lay several crumpled up pieces of paper. He needn't look at what words were scribbled upon them, because he'd already memorized them. He'd wrote poems for her that she'd never received. The boy was still hurting because he knew he could never have her. Especially seeing as he wasn't ever going to go back to camp.
He got back up from his bed and started humming. Humming always made him feel good. He strolled out of his bedroom and quietly made his way down the stairs. As he got half way down his mother rushed out of the sitting room, "Quickly Wolfgang, go to your room! Hide!" Wolfgang looked at her confusedly. "Now! she yelled, her eyes began welling up. As if on cue someone or something started banging against the door. Yelling. Wolfgang scrambled up the stairs and hid underneath his bed the way he used to when he was little whenever he was scared. He was frightened. Never had his mother been so scared, and for once she didn't hit him and scold him for his hesitation, she sounded more scared and desperate than she did angry. It must be bad.
The yelling grew louder. His mother's voice sounded weak against the loud and proud masculine voices of the men who were attempting to break into their home. Wolfgang rested his ear against the floor as an attempt to hear more clearly. Suddenly there was a loud crash and the voices were clear. They spoke in German and called out for "the demon" and that only added to the boy's confusion. It only took a few minutes before he could hear the thuds of several people moving up the stairs. He saw someone with polished boots enter the room he was in. They were well kept. It meant that these people had some form of status.
Wolfgang's heart raced as the male threw his dresser over and trashed the whole room. He was definitely searching for someone or something. Was it him? Why would they be looking for him?
Suddenly the male flipped the bed from above him and he grabbed Wolfgang and threw him over his shoulder like a rag doll. The man was very strong, and Wolfgang didn't need to take a second glance at his uniform to know what he was. He was part of the Schutzstaffel. No doubt about it. No way was Wolfgang going to attempt to fight back against the people, because that meant having a death wish. He was carried down the stairs as the man claimed he had found the demon.
As he was being escorted away Wolfgang could hear the screams of his mother. His mother calling for help. She was being raped. There was nothing the boy could do but just stay perfectly still. For even a single movement could cause him to explode. An anger was starting to burn deep inside of his heart. Anger that the very same men would turn into coldness.
Wolfgang had nothing left. Not even his innocence.
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OOC:I just felt like I should try and help my muse with a one shot. Yeah, basically this is set somewhere around the 1920's in Berlin when Wolfgang was snatched by the Schutzstaffel to be made into a super soldier. If you haven't read his history, the reason for this is because his neighbor spotted him using his powers and word spreads fast.
