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Adelric opened his eyes to the glaring sunlight that spooled into his room, lighting up the well furnished, lavish quarters that he had been living in for the past two years. His head was groggy as he sat up, the smell of wine and women simmering in the hot air as the windows were closed and no source of ventilation open. Per to the request of his subordinates, Adelric had held a large ball, inviting SS members far and wide around Germany to join in his small dining session- which later turned into a full out drinking competition. He had remembered challenging a boy younger than him by half a decade and beating the younger SS officer, only to be challenged by another, deranged officer. Then after was blank within Adelric’s mind but he remembered the taste and feel of women’s flesh around him. The evidence itself lay right beside him, breathing softly as she wrapped herself in the soft velvet blankets. More evidence lay on the ground, a shifty sheet wrapped over their shoulders, a man and a woman with light blonde hair and pale skin. All three looked no older than 18 years old. Trailing his hand across the girl’s shoulder, Adelric shrugged and turned around, hastily grabbing his boots and pulling them on over his breaches that he had not taken off the night before. The sound of clicking shocked the three figures awake and quick enough they were stumbling out of the room, fearful of the dark look that covered Adelric’s face.

Foolish children. At least they served their purpose. Adelric stood up, the bed creaking as he did, and stretched a bit. The air was musky and crisp cold, the wind battering at what thin piece of glass Adelric had for his windows. Winter. He shrugged on the thick fur coat that lay on the ground beside where he now stood, picking it up with a hand and slinging it over his shoulders casually. Walking towards the balcony attached to his room, Adelric casually grabbed the rifle that leaned against the wall, glinting dully from the sunlight that illuminated the dark room. Kicking the balcony doors open, Adelric walked onto the balcony and leaned against the railing, his keen eyes roving over the scene in front of him. The rats are out. A disgusted curl twisted on Adelric’s face as he watched the Jewish prisoners shuffle around in the middle of the camp, moving between the temporary lodgings they had been given- and the gassing room. With a contemplative glance, Adelric picked up his rifle and cocked it, directing it at the head of a particular Jewish woman. “Goodbye.” The shot of the rifle split through the calm winter morning as the speeding bullet split the woman’s head.

Momentary screams filled the air but were quickly muffled as the other prisoners shuffled around her, making sure to not touch her as they went to their slower demise. But this was not enough yet. Adelric took aim again, his rifle gleaming cruelly in his hands, until, finally, he saw his second target glance up at him frightfully. The boy looked no older than ten as he shuffled along with the other jewish children, his head down and heavy with fatigue and starvation. A smug smile flashed across Adelric’s face as the boy hastily looked away, his eyes round with fear and dread. But it was too late. A second shot rocketed through the air and the bullet hit the boy in the arm- off target. Adelric cursed as the boy let out a large scream and crumpled to the ground, blood pooling from his mangled arm. The other children screamed but were quickly beaten into obedience by Adelric’s subordinates and forcibly walked away. Only the victim was left, cowering and crying on the spot he had been at when Adelric had first shot him. Small hiccups and sniffles echoed throughout the empty field, now bereft of the sight of Jewish adults and children alike- but the boy.

Quickly, Adelric rushed down from his room and out of his house, curse words flying out of his mouth as he walked up to the little Jewish boy. “You were lucky you survived that, boy.” He stated calmly, turning the little figure around with his foot. The boy whimpered as Adelric placed his foot on the shot arm, placing pressure on the fresh wound. “Please- stop. Stop, please, please, have mercy- I’m sorry!” Adelric laughed as he lightened the pressure his foot placed on the boy’s arm. “Sorry for what, boy? Say it. Let us see if you are smart enough to keep alive.” With a swooping motion, Adelric picked up the boy by his collar and forced him to sit on his bottom. “I-I am so-sorry for being Je-“ Adelric paced in front of the boy, his hands behind his back, hidden amongst the thick fur of his warm coat. The boy, on the other hand, looked as if he were freezing. Good riddance! The world would be better without this sort of vermin. Glaring down at the boy, Adelric shook his head. “What was that? I didn’t hear, boy! Speak up!” A surge of satisfaction rose within Adelric as he watched the boy shiver with fear, his eyes wide and his hands clenched. At least he knows that his life is within my grasp. The boy opened his mouth once more, “I-I am s-sorry f-for being Je-Jewish- I-I a-am-“ But his voice trailed off as he saw Adelric raise a hand up, as if to silence his stammering.

“Good boy, you are a smart one, I see.” Adelric turned and smiled, reaching a hand out to grab the boy up. Patting him on the back, Adelric motioned him to return to his quarters. “Off you go.” The boy’s face brightened up, sensing that his life was safe at least for now. But as he turned, the boy did not catch the flash and gleam of Adelric’s pistol as Adelric pulled it out of his belt and cocked it. “We cannot afford to have smart vermin like you within the Third Reich.”

A third gunshot resounded through the camp as a small figure crumpled to the floor. Blood mixed with dirt as the first snow of winter started to drift towards the ground. Turning around, Adelric walked towards the nearest guard that stood in the grounds- his prize. “Sebastian, young lad! Nice day isn't it? If only these blithering rats weren't here.” Adelric barked out, a large grin on his face. “Clean up this mess, would you? Not sure if the American and French scum will be able to take the sight of this beauty.” Adelric laughed as he jerked his head towards the boy’s body in the middle of the field as he handed the pistol and rifle to the younger Nazi soldier. “And where were you last night! Anyways, I need breakfast. Send for food.” He patted Sebastian on his shoulder, his hand wavering a bit long, before walking off again towards his extravagant mansion.