The camp

[Julian the apostate]

Alright heres the deal people while i dearly love writting i'm doubtful on the idea of having 2 main characters so i'm going to explain a few things now
The limited narration means that i am following a single character at a time, to make things more intresting and to show the urban atmosphere (or my idea of it) during the war and then the atmosphere of rural life (atleast of one boy). i have the two main characters Julia and Tadju
Now this opens up some possiblilities -- they will obviously meet at some point but will they get together?-- are there more characters that will be focused on? -- and in the end is this a happy story?.
but i have never done anything like this and really don't want this to be pride and prejudice: poland style so please please please comment. any ideas or corrections historically or gramatically are welcome
THANK YOU ALL AND HERES SOME MORE OF JULIA, i'ma try and catch her up to atleast the end of this period in time (uptil the surrender of warsaw) and then write in what Tadju does between getting to the camp and the Christmas killings
by the way there are some added parts i edited into the first bit of Julia at the end so mebe read it over
Thank you again

There was no frontline as far as she could tell. A ragged barricade suggested where the two sides held but the corpses around it suggested it had been long abandoned. As they walked, she stared at her father. Slowly as they moved through the lines, his face grew taunt and nervous. She couldn’t see his eyes but she knew they were flitting from side to side as his head tilted trying to take in all of his surroundings. As they reached the first of the barricades, he crouched over near a little boy, shivering in the street. “Boy, have you seen a short man with a black beard and a cap like her.” The boy stared at her father for a while before starting to laugh. Anyone of the men around her could be her brother they all looked nearly the same. While her father’s head sunk, she studied the boy. He looked gaunt, more gaunt then the street urchin she’d watched die on the street be. While the baggy clothes hid his body, his face still stood out in the moonlight and the few fires that remained unquenched. They were hollowed out and held tightly against his cheek bones. He would have looked fierce if it wasn’t for the dull and shell shocked look in his eyes. He was still laughing at her and her father as they walked away They moved slowly, looking at each of the surrounding bodies. Her brother wasn’t there.
Her father cursed brutally at no one as he stared up and down the Polish lines. His frozen breath added a certain hardness to the words as if he had frozen the air himself. Julia stared up at him, scared by this other side of him. Slowly she moved closer to him, trying to grab his hands. It was freezing. every part of him was especially his eyes, frozen over with determination. He didn’t let her hold his hand for long. Just a few moments, before he brushed the little pink hand away. Nervous, she stopped and stared up trying to find her father in his eyes. He didn’t look back at her or even stop. For a while she just stared at her hands, unsure of what to do with them to keep them warm. After a while she shoved them into her new found pockets. She liked boy clothing. She had to run to catch up with her father as he turned into an alley. They close enough to the German lines that they were safe from the night bombings but still they ducked into a little shanty as the bombs began to drop.
The bombs came in intervals as different squadrons of German bombers tried to pummel the city into submission. During the interludes as her ear’s rung, she could hear soft rustling of the Vistula. The river divided the old city in half, the main artery of the heart of Europe. They moved closer to the river quickly, zigzagging with the ragged barricades. With each block, Julia became more and more nervous. “He had to be out here somewhere,” she thought, “didn’t he?”
It took her a while to notice that there were more the just two sets of feet stomping through the alley. Even then she didn’t turn around too terrified even to speed up and catch her father. “The girl,” the voice whispered, gravely and harsh. It was Polish, but rougher and without the cities anachronisms and accents. Julia’s father turned around at the voice and she ran to him. There were a few men behind them and as Julia nervously held her fathers waist, the voice continued. “How much for the girl? We can take her without paying if you’d like but I want her to know who to come to when she needs some money.” There were no lights in the alley and the high walls around them blotted out the moon. Her father moved slowly, grasping into the pockets of his winter coat and keeping his hands there. He didn’t talk to Julia or even look down at her just staring towards where the voice seemed to be emanating. Julia was terrified. The voice sounded older harsher. She didn’t know what the man wanted but it involved money and a lot of it. As the footsteps continued and got closer she screamed, holding her father’s waist even tighter. He stared down at her, almost serenely before staring back up to where he thought the other man must be.
“1000 zylottes or the same in Marks,” her father whispered barely audible. He was smiling now, smiling through all of her terror. Yet no matter how terrified and disgusted she was, Julia couldn’t tear herself from his waist. It was the only protection she had even if it had been laid forfeit. The footsteps drew closer again as her father spoke.
“1500 Marks?” the hidden man grunted at them as he moved closer. It sounded like there were two men with him from the footsteps. The sounds were her only sense of orientation in the darkness. The slight muscle shifts in her father’s torso the only indication of his movement. The light at the end of the tunnel was only barely visible. There was a fire just around the corner, its variable glow casting shadows on the walls of the alley. She could see the men’s outlines now as they approached. The gray uniforms helped them blend in with the darkness surrounding them. They appeared as if creatures of the darkness itself. Even as her vision improved and her eyes adjusted to the darkness, the soldiers began to croon. “Ready for some fun, dearie,” one whispered as they closed in.
“Would you like sauerkraut while you enjoy this sausage, you may not know it but the German variant is quite a bit bigger then the Polish” another whispered this voice coming from the left of them. The next voice whispered from far closer then they would have expected almost next to them.
“Well Pimp, I don’t think we have that money. So instead this will be a lesson for your little delicacy on how to treat the master race. He was close enough that they could pick out details on his uniform, the brass of an officer and the white eagle of the German army. Her father still didn’t move, nervously half smiling at the men. The closest soldier grabbed her wrist, trying to tear her away from her father.
Now her father moved, slowly grabbing her hands and holding them. Julia thought for a moment that he would pull her out of the soldier’s grasp, but then suddenly he let go. She stumbled falling backwards into the soldier behind her as her father let her go. He moved with her, taking a step forward and throwing his arms up close to the soldiers face, supplicating. The German simply smiled at the gesture, stopped in his tracks for a moment. The German’s eyes burned all the brighter though knowing his complete superiority and domination. Julia stared up from the two men’s feet as helpless as her father seemed to be. The soldier slowly pulled her father’s hands down away from his face. The hands didn’t resist, falling and moving further behind the German's back. Julia felt cramped as her father moved closer and closer to the German. She watched his upturned face and heard him beg. “Have you no concept of right or wrong,” He trembled a little as he talked from the fear and the cold. “Do you not believe in God?” For a moment he just stared, terrified into the German’s face, but the question demanded an answer. The German smiled down as he talked to his captives.
“Tonight,” the soldier sneered, “I am God.” As he howled the words, he brutally tried to push the Pole away. Julia watched terrified as the man hit her father. Not God but the devil seemed to rule the World at night. Her father flew backwards. Yet almost as soon as he had begun to fall back, he jerked forward, pulling himself forward. His arms flexed showing muscles Julia had never seen. His arms held somewhere behind the soldiers back The German paled as he felt the knife slicing between his ribs. The blood flew out of more then simply the soldier’s face as surprise and pain registered within German’s mind. The blade had been driven deep into the man’s back thanks to the momentum of the push. It killed fast, punching a hole in one of the German’s lungs and preventing any sound. Dark as it was, The German’s eyes were well adjusted to the Dark and they could easily see the outline of their friend fall to the ground on top of the little girl. Julia’s screams heightened the affect of the fall. To terrified to notice anything but the weight on her little body, she bawled out for help, screaming at the top of her lungs. She didn’t register any of her obvious surroundings for a little while. She could barely breath and eventually her screams fell into a heaving sob as she cried. Slowly her senses began to function again as time past. She could hear the chuckles of the other two German soldiers as they watched her struggle. She knew they were talking but couldn’t make out what they were saying through the tears and terror. She hadn’t noticed as her father got up from his knees and began moving towards the men. He walked around the body and his little girl, careful not to get to close to the bodies on the street. As, he moved in front of her, she finally noticed the Dark brown boots he always wore. They stood right in front of her face as she stared at the other Germans. Now she stared between his legs, her vision blurred by her tears. The little glimpses divided by her father’s choppy strides like a camera shutter. Terrified she closed her eyes, trying to hide herself from the world and escape to a place deep within her chest.