Love in the Reich: Chapter 3
Chapter 3: The Lie
Elric stood there in complete shock, not only had he just risked himself, nut he has also thrown his lover into risk as well. His eyes were widened in disbelief, hoping this was but a heavily twisted nightmare, but was to no such relief. Just as Gustav stepped up beside his partner a lone squad consisting of two German enlisted men and one Major, highly decorated approached them. The Major placed a hand upon Gustavs shoulder, causing him to jump and sending a bone chilling shiver down his spine. He turned around to see an old friend of his, Major Wilhelm Wolfenstien, against suggestion from his name he was not a wolf nor a Anthropomorphic. He was but a fleshling, a human on all accounts.
"Herr Major!" Gustav spun to be face to face with the superior. He quickly clicked his heel together and threw his right arm into the air in the tradition salute amongst the "Third Reich". The higher ranking officer returned the gesture with an exact mimic.
"Gustav Von Hydenburg, Vhat brings you to my compound? No vait, don't answer, you vere sent by High Command... Ah-ha Zhats it, you're the Captain ve ordered for, how quaint." Wilhelm or Will as most of his inner friend circle called him, poked his head to the side and took in the sight of the gorgeous Sheppard. All of the alarms in his head went off at the same time, all saying the same thing "Gustav's mate, off limits,".
"Vell actually... Ow," Gustav interrupted Elric's response by softly jamming his elbows into his side, causing him to cut his sentence short allowing him to finish it for him.
"Vell actually yes... yes, yes, yes a million times yes. Ve vere sent by High Command." He sounded extremely nervous saying that, his hand was scrambling around desperately trying to find Elric's dainty hands, but to no avail Elric had already retreated his hands to the safety of behind his back.
"Vunderbar, ve must celebrate to ze meeting of old friends and ze meeting of... newvuns." The Major said in a soft voice while winking towards Elric without anyone else noticing except for Gustav of course. Will let out a hardy chuckle as he strolled past Gustav and his mate, giving Gustav the old "Sign", in the dirt where he had just been standing, Wilhelm had drawn the letters SS Gustav looked down for any signs of a tell tale warning Will and himself always gave each other when children. That was when his eyes caught the etching of the twin letters in the dirt... SS.
His heart began trembling terribly, his pulse increased ten fold. There would have only been one reason and one reason only that Will would warn him about the SS, the shady character known as "The Beast of Berlin," was here, in this town. The Beast of Berlin was a very shady figure, one highly praised by the fuehrer himself. He was known for hunting down Jews, Negros and most of all the Gays. He had a sick form of toying with the Gays most of all. He had this sort of hatred for them, such a hatred that he would actually hang them by their feet and slowly cut them open, and all of it was deemed a necessary evil to cleanse the world of the homosexual plague as some called it.
"Herr Major, may ve speak in private please?!" Gustav chased after the higher ranking Major, calling out for a audience with him in his quarters.
Meanwhile...
Grey smoke filled the small space of a tight apartment overlooking the town. The smell of tobacco stained the air with its awful presence, but to the only being in the room it was a pleasant as a warm beer. A face darkened beneath a black hood sat upon a bulky body, the regular SS uniform clung to their body revealing all of the rounded curves. This particular being was quick hefty, fat some may say but to others it would be nothing but a beer gut. A dark jet black stub of a tail poked out the black of the beings uniform dress pants. A brown jaw line was present of the creatures short stubby muzzle. Draping over the beings uniform was a soft black cloak breaking out into a hood at the top, overcoming the beings face.
"Ze Beast of Berlin... Ha! I am no mere beast, I am a god amongst men. Even ouver Fuehrer vill cower in fear vhen ze time comes!" The being said to itself, removing a fully burnt away cigar from its jowls. It snarled revealing long, yellow stained jagged teeth. Reaching over to a small desk table that sat next to it, the being took in hand another cigar. Bringing it into view, the creature slid a cigar cutter over the end and snipped the tip off. Bringing out a matchbox and pulling one forth from within its confinement, the being struck the match head along the flint paper along the side of the box, the match suddenly igniting in a glorious dazzle of sparks and small flames. Lighting the end of the ill gotten cigar, and putting out the blessed match, the creature sat back in its seat watching out the window into the streets below. It was then that its eyes caught the sight of two new faces, with a loud coughing the being got up from its seat and stepped into the light, reaching out to turn the doorknob.
As the light struck the beings fur, it all turned black and enlightened the face underneath the hood. The creature known as "The Beast of Berlin," was actually a big, stubborn, hardened black bear, male to be exact. He turned the knob one hundred and eighty degrees, releasing the latch allowing him to step out of the confinements of the apartment room. Smoke began pouring out, clearing out of the room and into a long blown up hallway. Giving off yet another long, loud cough the bear walked away from the door to the room and along the narrow path towards a staircase.
He walked along the spiraling stairs until he reached the lobby of walk seemed to be an old hotel, a poor quality one at that. The bear braced himself for the light of the sun to enter his eyes as he stepped out of the darkness of the lobby and into the sunny street. He looked high and low, awaiting his sight to become normal as it adjusts to the newfound light. Minutes passed until the proper twenty-twenty vision returned to the old, war ridden bear. Battle scars and burn marks scattered across his body, accounting for every battle his body had been in.
He stumbled down the soft dirt streets of the bombed town, large chunks of rumble scattered everywhere. He stopped as he came upon the group of five storming down the middle of the street. The bear grinned and coughed some more before approaching them, with a sinister look staining his still darkened face.
"Greetings Newcomers to ze town of Dánnetô,"
To be continued...