Here They Come

The clouds darkened, and rain poured onto the dark London streets, lit alight with towering street lamps. The thunder applauded the dancing lightning. The little yellow taxis zipped around the town. Big Ben stroke twelve, midnight. Trees swayed. So did the houses. A large black hole, hardly visible in pitch dark alley, began tearing the beautiful city to pieces. Shrieks. Screams. Cries. Where was the city now? Where were all the people? Where is Felix? 

Felix's eyes dart around searching for the exit, no luck. Felix tries to grab onto his friend, no luck. Felix tries to doge the taxi flying toward him, no luck. His insides jolt, so does his heart. Felix doesn't understand where he is  going. He  feels so fast, but so slow. He feels lonely, but he's not alone. The whole city and everything in it is here. All of his town, everything and everyone he ever knew is being swept away through this mysterious hole, there is no escape.

More holes. Leading to more places. More possibilities than Felix has ever known. The city is dividing itself. A small section of it is swept down each hole. Felix lands in a bunker. That sound. The safety catch of a gun. You look up. You've read about them. Nazis.

Part 2

The Nazi stares into Felix's eyes with an unhappy grin and points the weapon to his head. Then he says something Felix doesn't understand, even though he knows it's German but he also know that he slept through most of his language classes. He points to Felix one more time than turns. Two other Nazi soldiers dart at Felix, eyes bulging, breath heavy. They grab hold of Felix's limbs and carry him away. 

"Shhh.." Whispers a Nazi solider into Felix's ear as they walk him through an old, faded doorway and into a small room. 

"ja super. findet ihn ein HJ-Uniform. und ihn eine Waffe," Said a large man sitting in the room in a large black armchair.

 "übersetzen für den Jungen," ordered the man as he pointed to a tall, thin woman wearing a grey headscarf.

"My name is Achima. You are new here, correct? This is General Engelbert, he is leader of the Nazis. I am his translator. He says he would like to employ you as a Hitler Youth child, this means you shall fight for the Nazis with many other boys your age. I will help you understand and learn their language. What's your name?"

"Felix," the name came out in an uncertain jumble.

"Well then, Felix, welcome to the Nazis," Achima held out her hand and shook Felix's with great power. 

" Sein Name ist Felix, allgemein," said Achima. 

"I was just telling the General your name, Felix," grinned Achima. 

"Go with the solider to find your uniform and the rest of your troops, oh yes, and receive your first gun," Achima stated powerfully.

Part 3

Felix was guided down multiple corridors. Then he saw his best friend being shoved in the same direction.

"Peter!" Felix boomed down the corridor. Peter lifted his head, and dropped his jaw.

"Felix, shhhhhh!" Peter whispered loud enough just so Felix could hear.

Felix was slapped across the face with a slick leather glove. The pain shivered through his whole body. 

"No speak," ordered a woman in Nazi uniform. But this woman wasn't kind like  Achima. Her face showed a continues snarl. Felix knew he could no longer here the storm that was crashing in London, but he could hear his own storm, the one inside him that was screaming to get out and runaway. But where to? Felix didn't even know where he was anymore or what year it was. Felix thought about this. 

"Wait," he said quietly to himself, "England are not in war, I mean we only fought Germany once," this was all starting to make sense, "I'm years back in time now. This is so in......." Before Felix could finish his sentence he was pushed onto the cold, concrete floor of another bunker. He was dazed, his eyes darted around, his head throbbing. One more word escaped his lips,

"Holocaust," he whispered before being put into a deep sleep. 

Part 4

Felix woke scared in his own bed, in his own room, in his own house. He clambered out of bed and down the stairs. Sleepily he looked into the kitchen to see if Mum and Dad were up yet. Sure enough, two black figures stood before him. What were his parents doing though? Making all that racket with the pots and pans and silverware?

"Mum, Dad?" Felix queried, although he knew it was them.

The figures turned, startled. They had huge fistfuls of shiny, brass cutlery. And those unfriendly snarls like that German woman. They aren't his parents. They're Nazis.

"Shoot!" Screamed one of the soldiers. And out from his pocket he raised a gun.

Bang. Crash. Silence.

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This story  like many others came from my imagination. It highlights the unfortunate event of the Holocaust. Many people died, and those who survived were forever scared with horrible memories. Felix was an imaginary character who like many other real children died during this horrible event.

The End