Perfect Imperfection Ch. 2 "Steh auf! Kein nachlassen, sie wertlos Juden! Effizienz ist der schlüssel zu arbeiten, und arbeit bedeutet freiheit!" a German kappo; blue eyed and blonde haired, stormed into one of the many barracks of the camp. Pulling and shoving people out of bed, shouting rules and regulations; the usual for these poor people. They quickly stumbled to their feet and made no eye contact with the kappo, nor each other, for they were afraid. Afraid of being sent to their fiery death sentence; the furnaces. So they stood, silent and with their heads directed towards the floor. "2 lines. Now!" Hissed the kappo, pointing his firearm at anyone who was slow to respond to orders. Just as the people scurried into the two lines, one of the many Gestapos on horseback came trotting in. "Are you Officer Ludwig…?" asked the higher ranked officer, his expression skeptical. As the atmosphere grew more dense by the second, some of the inmates couldn't help but take a glance at the two officers. Trembling slightly with numbed fear coursing through their deteriorating bodies. The kappo stared back at the Gestapo with equal vigor. "Ja… I am Ludwig…" he stood ground and saluted in sign of the very little respect he had for this man in front of him, "what do you want." "You are wanted up front, waist no time in getting there…" the man on horseback returned the salute, his strong facial features unchanging, "I'll take care of these…'animals'." He eyed the group of Jews with distaste, then averted his gaze; shudders racking throughout his nicely toned body. Ludwig bowed quickly before making his way out of the barracks and to the main block. "Stupid boy…" the Gestapo muttered from under his breathe as he stared after the young Kappo, "everyone knows your little secret." He then redirected his attention to the Jews lines up in 2, shaking with fear. He unraveled his whip and cracked it, making them straighten and hold their breathes. Glaring each one of them in the eyes, he pointed to the icy wasteland that was the harsh German winter. Without words, they understood, so they began running into the freezing snow. ---------- "Steh auf! Kein nachlassen, sie wertlos Juden! Effizienz ist der schlüssel zu arbeiten, und arbeit bedeutet freiheit!" = "Get up! No slacking, you worthless Jews! Efficiency is the key to work, and work means freedom!" Sorry if If I offend any of you with this chapter, I never intended to get on anyone's bad side or hurt anyone with my choice of words. Keep in mind, this is just a story, completely fake.