CHAPTER 8

The next morning after he got breakfast Kurt got changed into more comfortable clothes and ran out by the front door. Today he was going to the front of the field to check on the security there.

He walked through the streets until he arrived to a forest. He walked through it, he passed trees and more trees and branches and bushes and more trees until he saw a terribly tall gate from afar. The gate was immense and there were guards everywhere. His sight was from the side so he started moving to his side so he could take a good look to the front. When he could see the gate clearly he gasped when he saw it completely.

At the very top of the gate was a sign written in German that said "Arbeit Macht Frei" that meant 'Work makes you free.' But Kurt knew better. This wasn't true. They were just putting this as an attempt to calm the fears of the Jews who entered there so that they wouldn't realize that they were about to be executed.

This was horrible. What kind of person his father was? What kind of psychopath? He didn't know his father anymore. Nobody deserves this. Not even for having different beliefs than you. If his father was murdering all these Jews then he was committing genocide. There were approximately more than two thousand people in that simple field and maybe there were more fields and counting the people that were already dead... he shook his head. He couldn't even think about it. This was cruel and traumatic.

He always saw his father as a role model, his father was always composed and calm even in the most stressful of situations. Kurt thought his father was ruling his country with peace and respect and love but now he knew better. He knew that it had all been just a mask. He was just covering everything he was doing. Instead of making everyone look at how many people he was killing he was turning all the papers to his "good side". He called the papers every time he went to help the poor, or when he went to the hospital to "cheer" the people up. It was all a façade. He had been pretending to be a good person all this time.

But he was different. He was nothing like his father. And he was going to everything possible and even the impossible to get those people out of there.

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Blaine was nervous. Kurt hadn't shown up today and he was getting worried. Maybe he was just trying to play with his emotions after all. He didn't know why he was so disappointed and hurt. He should've known from the beginning that Kurt was like everyone else and even worse because he was Hitler's son. He had to be cruel and mean and spiteful just like his father. Yes, he was worse than any other Nazi, because no one had come to him and told him he would help and do nothing about it. But Kurt did and now he knew that Kurt was nothing like all the other people said he was. He wasn't kind or sweet or helpful. He had no warm heart; his heart was made from cold, hard ice just like his father's. What happened the day before had been just an act. He was just trying to hurt him. Blaine knew he could trust no one.

He was just standing up from where he had been sitting by the fence when he saw a slim, firm and tall figure running towards him from the forest.

An unconscious smile grew in his face when those bright blue eyes came in his line of sight. He was here. He had fulfilled his promise. He came back and he was wearing that kind and gentle smile that he had tried to pretend it was an act but it was a genuine, kindhearted smile.

"Hi." Both of them breathed out, content just by seeing each other for the first time that day.

Suddenly all the desperation and fears became just a feeling of security.