6 June 2012
It was Germany 1944 and food was difficult to find in the war. Supplies were low and people were starved. This story I warn you is quite gruesome in the fact that our main character, Claudia is sent to do some work when she finds out what would of happened if she'd done it...
"Must get home," she said as she blew into her ice cold hands. As she passed a miserable looking alley in the corner of her empty street, slow, plodding foot steps started to come closer and closer to her. With a tiny shriek, Claudia jumped back in fear, terrified of what was to come out of the damp alley. But it was nothing but a weary looking soldier, with his eyes closed. "Hello?" he said in a gruff voice, "Is there anyone there? Claudia's mouth was dry. "Y-yes" she stuttered. "Ah, a little girl," the soldier said, " Now, what is your name?" "Claudia." replied Claudia. "Now, are you a true German?" "Yes." "Do you want to do something that could help us win the war?" "Yes sir." "Then take this envelope," the soldier held up a neat little white envelope and said, "And give it to the man behind the counter at the Cobblers down the street, but whatever you do, do not open it." "But sir," Claudia questioned, "Why can't you do it? "I am but a poor, blind, wounded soldier and to navigate myself would be near impossible." So that's why his eyes were closed Claudia thought as she took the envelope out of the soldiers mucky hands. "Oh, and one more thing," added the soldier, "Make sure you do it before it goes dark or I might be in a lot of trouble with your mother, now, run along." Skipping joyfully along the cobbled pavement, Claudia did not realise the wicked smile creep across the blind mans face.
The closer and closer she got to the Cobblers, the more she thought about the task she was set with. Is it really the right thing to do? She asked herself. Thinking and thinking she came across the police station. With great guilt she handed in the envelope to the tired looking man at the police station counter. "What do we have here then?"he said, yawning. "This letter is supposed to be delivered to the Cobblers down the street, but I don't know what to do with it." remarked Claudia. "I think I will deliver that, you may go home, it looks like it is getting dark." Filled with relief, Claudia pondered about her day as she stumbled home.
Under her thin sheet at home, Claudia started to drift asleep, with the faint sound of bombs dropping further away as her lullaby. Knock, knock, knock. Was that someone at her door? And was that the sound of her Mother letting someone into their house? The policeman that she had seen at the police station stepped into her small, cramped room, with his cap in his hands, looking grave. "I delivered the letter like I said, but here is the full story." He sat down at the end of Claudia's bed. She sat up, wide eyed, ready for the story. "When I walked into the Cobblers, the man behind the counter looked shocked. He gave an excuse to go to the back room and I heard the sound of a door opening and closing. I knew I had missed my chance of interrogating him. While he was gone I found this was my chance to explore the place. First I looked around the shop. There was nothing unusual about the place. Then, the attic, as normal as ever. Finally I looked in the basement, there, there was..." The policeman paused, like the word was too terrible to say. "There were, bodies, dead bodies." Claudia gave a loud gasp. "Then I read the letter." He handed her it. She read, disbelieving the words on the paper. "I was next!" Claudia screamed, her hands to her face. "But the soldier, he seemed so nice." A sudden thought flashed into Claudia's mind. "If he was blind, how would he have known that it was nearly dark?" "It was all part of a scam to get you killed. You see, trustworthy is not a word to a killer..."
In the second world war many people resulted to being a cannibal but that's not nearly as gruesome as some of the other things that happened...
Trustworthy Is Not A Word To A Killer • Opuss № I