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Auschwitz - COMPLETE	By : Hayley666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 2559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Auschwitz
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8 + poem.
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-Happy ending
- 23-Sad ending
- 24-Happy ending
- 11
- 12
- 13
Bam.

It was Weber. He grinned at us from the doorway.

"Well, well Margera, I suspected that you were up to something - but an affair with a prisoner, a MALE prisoner - that I did not expect. I'm sure head officer will love to hear about this, especially since The Führer looks so low on the likes of him, and homosexuals such as yourself, it'll be the gas chambers for the both of you I imagine," He said while smirking. He walked off, and Ville started to whimper behind me.

"Get out of here! Get as far away from here as possible, you hear me?" I ask him. He nod's. "I'm going to stop him - no matter what," I say kissing him before I run after Weber. I chase after him, grab him, and turn him to face me.

"Weber no! Please!" I beg. He simply laughs, breaks free of my grip.

"You don't think I'm going to report this - man, this is promotion standard stuff! But don't worry, you and your Jewish cunt - no, dick, he has a dick - can die together," He laughs and walks off, and something inside of me snaps. Again I run after him, but this time I tackle him to the ground. Immediately, I start to throttle him, banging his head up and down on the concrete at the same time. He chokes and tries to fight back, but I'm sitting on top of him, and his fight soon dies out. Soon, he's unconscious, but not dead. My anger is still high so I stand and begin to kick him. I bring my foot down hard again and again. Blood starts to drip steadily from his mouth, he's dead, but I'm not done. I grab his shirt and begin to punch his face, again and again. I hear a crack, I break his nose, his eyes steadily blacken, I knock out many of his teeth. Soon his face is so battered, bloody and bruised that he's almost unrecognizable. But I'm still not done. Taking a knife I keep on me out on my pocket, I begin to stab him the chest, ripping his bloody clothes from his body at the same time. Soon, his corpse is a mangled bloody mess, and so I drag it to a pile of dead prisoners and leave it there, before I burn his clothes. I feel sick, yet satisfied at my murder of Weber, and I found myself laughing as I walked away.

"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..." Those voices! Why won't they leave me alone.

"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..." Right on cue, the image of 10,000 rotting corpse's coming towards me flashes in front of my eyes. I gulp and start to back up.

"Leave me alone....just go away!" I mumble. I continue to back up, and soon I'm in a corner. "SHUT UP!" I cry.

"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..." Again something inside of me snapped.

"FINE! YOU WANT ME TO BE A MURDERER, THEN I WILL BE!" I screamed, I grabbed my gun and walked off.

"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..." In a rage I shoot out at the copses that surround me, despite the fact that I know that they're not there. I cry out in frustration as my visions disappear and the bullets fly though the air, and into the wall of a building.

"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..." I scream out as my visions reappear as soon as the bullets from my gun bury themselves in the wall. I don't bother to shoot out at them this time, instead, I turn my hatred and anger towards the prisoners. A group of them - new arrivals looking lost and some what healthy - stand huddled together outside a barrack. Another guard is yelling at them. Aiming my gun, I shoot him dead. The prisoners scream and go to run, but the second my gun is aimed at them, they freeze, hands in air, as if that will save them from their inevitable fate. One by one, I shoot them dead, leaving their bodies is a mass bloody heap outside the barracks.

"THERE! YOU WANTED MURDERER! YOU GOT MURDERER! OR WAS THAT NOT ENOUGH?" I cry, staring my demons straight in the face.

"MURDERER...MURDERER...MURDERER..." Again I scream out.

"THAT WASN'T ENOUGH, FINE! WANT ME TO BE MORE BRUTAL! WANT ME TO KILL MORE?" I cry. The dead continue their advance towards me, so I march off and find another full bunker of new prisoners. Kicking open the door, I shoot a few dead, and scream at the living.

"GET THE FUCK OUT YOU BASTARDS! LINE UP OUTSIDE! MOVE!" I yell, shooting again to give my threat more impact. Trembling in fear, they scurry out and line up outside. Looking nervous, they stare at me as I pace in front of them. A few are crying.

"FOLLOW ME YOU SCUM!" I scream, and I lead them to between block 10 and 11.

"They want a murderer...I'll give them a murderer..." I mutter, looking up at the terrified prisoners before me.

Ville.

It was Weber, and boy did he look pleased to see us. I gulped and pulled away from Bam, terrified.

"Well, well Margera, I suspected that you were up to something - but an affair with a prisoner, a MALE prisoner - that I did not expect. I'm sure head officer will love to hear about this, especially since The Führer looks so low on the likes of him, and homosexuals such as yourself, it'll be the gas chambers for the both of you I imagine," He said, smirking. Bam starts to shake, a look of pure fear on his face. Weber leaves and he turns to me.

"Get out of here! Get as far away from here as possible, you hear me?" He pleads. I nod. "I'm going to stop him - no matter what," He says, determination in his voice. He kisses me once before he leaves and runs off. Shaking, I get out as quickly as possible, then I just run. I run until I have to stop, then I collapse, struggle to find my breath. As I struggle to breath, a shadow appears over me. I look up, terrified. There stands a guard, whip in hand, a smirk on his mouth. He brings the leather weapon down hard across my chest and I scream out in pain.

"LAZY JEW! GET TO YOUR FEET! YOU'LL BE PUNISHED FOR THIS!" He grunts, I gulp and stand, shaking violently. Grabbing me by the collar, he drags me across the camp to a building I know is used for torture. He ties my hands up behind my back, then lifts them above my head, causing my upper body to bend forward. I'm in agony, my arms should not be at that angle! But there's more, he lifts me up and attaches my bindings to the ceiling. I cry out, my arms have been bent back behind my back, and then over my head, and I'm being held that way. I dangle in the air as the guard walks off and I scream in agony. My arms feel as though they are dropping off. I don't know how long I hung there, but by the time I was let down, I was numb to the pain, and my own waist soaked my trousers. I can't move my arms down, and the guards have to force them back into somewhat of a normal position. I can still barely move my arms after that.

"NOW BACK TO WORK YOU JEWISH CUNT!" The guard cries. I gulp and hurry as he pushes me towards a group of men transporting rocks across the camp. I look on, terrified. I'm never going to be able to do that with my arms in the state they are. I decide to try nevertheless. Picking up the first rock with surprising ease, I begin to move it, after less than 5 steps, my arms give way, and I drop the rock. I feel the harsh leather whip being brought down on my back.

"ARE YOU STUPID YOU FILTHY JEW? PICK THAT THE FUCK UP AND GET MOVING!" He screams right in my face. He spits as he talks, and I find myself wiping his saliva of my face. I gulp and pick it back up, my back and arms in agony as I bend over, even more so after I lift the rock of the ground. I get 10 steps this time before I involuntarily drop it. Another whip across my aching body. I cry out.

"PICK IT UP! WHAT ARE YOU STUPID! THATS THE SECOND TIME YOU'VE DONE THAT!" The guards screams. He pushes me to the floor and kicks me hard in the stomach, I taste blood in my mouth straight away. Standing again, I attempt the impossible. Again I drop the stone, and again the whip is brought down on my battered body. After my fifth attempt, the guard losses his temper. He punches me hard in the face and drags me to my feet, before continuing his assault. My nose starts to bleed, but it doesn't break, and I feel my eyes blacken. I stumble backwards and fall to the ground, and, as I look up, the guard is pointing his gun straight at me...
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