Hopelessness:
You looked at the wood, the rotting wood that was holding the train car, and felt it. It was weak, it could be broken by one swift kick.
You took a position, as best you could and used all your energies… and gave it one swift kick.
It did not budge. The wood, despite the damage the rot has given, was still sturdy enough to keep its strength. You were not strong enough.
Rolled: 39
You looked around at some of the other people in the train car. "Can you help me?" You asked.
The people only looked at you, bewildered that you are trying to escape. "Quit trying to move boy, we've got our own spaces, stay in yours."
You pointed at the rot. "We can escape, we just need to break the-"
The man looked at you with a face of indifference. There was life in his dead, tired eyes, for a moment, before it faded away into an indifferent glare. "Everyone has the hope to escape this horror, wherever we are going. We deserve it."
You frowned. "We don't deserve to be taken away. To hurt or killed. We deserve to be allowed to see our accusers and see justice done. We deserve life because we are human… we are here, alive!"
Was it a hopeful plea to the last vestiges of a man's pride… or humanity? Perhaps. But you were still trying. People tended to be a lot stronger than believed themselves to be. You saw it first hand.
The man then spat on your face. "They say we are nothing more than beasts. That's all we are in the end when you take away all the trappings of civilization and decorum. We are all monsters."
You frowned as you whipped the spit off your face. "I think we are all good. We can only be forced or coursed into doing great evil."
That made the man point at the train car. "Oh, they were coerced alright. They willingly wish to kill our people, because a man told them we were the greatest threat to His regime. And they do so without hesitation."
"Not without hesitation." You stated, remembering The Old Man, and all the others that wish to kill Hitler and tear down his regime.
"Well, if they wanted it, they should have done it years ago, instead of waiting, and choosing now to fight back, when Germany is about to die." the man stated. "MAy death come for them all, for they will get what they deserve."
"And what do they deserve?" You asked.
The man laughed. "The Vengeance of Millions. Germany will not exist when this ends. And neither will her people."
"No." You said. "No one deserves that."
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July 3rd, 1944
Dachau Concentraion Camp
Rolled:
D100 => 97
You were led off the train, as you felt the light hurt your eyes. "Stop!" A soldier, an officer said, one in a Whitecoat, with… a very strange armband on his shoulder, with a multiheaded monster on it. "Stop this vermin!"
He stopped the group of prisoners with you, and the man examined them all. "No." A man next to you looked horrified before he saw you. "Wait."
He used his baton… or riding crop you did not know, to lift your face up to look at him. The man was… you couldn't describe the feeling of uneasiness that you felt before you stared into his eyes.
His brown hair was clean. His smile was filled with pearl white teeth. And despite what he seemed to do, his fidgeting hands and movements that he conveyed… He had energy within him.
Dangerous energy, like he could… destroy the world with a single thought.
He looked into your eyes and smiled. "Take this one. He might be one as well."
You froze as you didn't know what he was talking about, but the guards hit you in the back in the head, blacking you out.
When you awoke, you were in a laboratory. The man was furious that you were strapped to a table, but he was screaming at the men who had brought you in. Clearly distraught from the wound you suffered.
You turned to see the numbers, inked into your skin, permanently scaring branding you for the remainder of your life.
He walked over to you and held your cheek. "Are you okay?"
Every word that came out of his mouth filled you with dread. Like he was trying to manipulate you with his words.
"I know you have an understanding of what I am saying, if not the full grasp of it. It's how your mutant power works." the doctor said as he unstrapped the leather straps holding you onto the table. "My Colleagues believe that dissection and measures of simplicity can discover my so-called… well mutant gene. They believe that the Aryan race is the superior race to all of humanity!" He chuckled.
"Fools of course. They do not see that they are the inferiors." He then pointed a pistol at you. "No, I'm going to ask a question. Answer truthfully, and I won't shoot you. Do you understand?"
You gulped.
"Are you Human?"
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