The camp

[Julian the apostate]

Julia and Tadjus stories both start in september of 1939, yet Julias story has only begun its outline and the process of being written down so the space time continum is a bit strange at the moment very sorry

so this story is going on in 1939 i want to have them both caught up by the end of january if i'm lucky and here is some stuff

There was only a single pistol shot. She opened her eyes, waiting for the soldiers to finish what the first one had started. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness slowly and even then her tear filled eyes were blurry. No one was standing. Two of the figures lay on the ground unmoving. The third sat against the wall.
Julia couldn’t tell who was who among the mess of bodies and blood, nor could she push the corpse off her. She could only wait and pray that the next passerby would help her and hopefully not expect anything… in return. The man lying against the wall just stared at her. It wasn’t quite malevolent, more of an amused sneer. The figure chuckled at her after a while. Occasionally, snorts interspersed the soft laughter of the man against the wall. “Well,” he whispered, the voice was soft like her fathers. Yet she refused to believe it was him. As she fought herself, the man continued, “Well, we’re still alive.” All around them, the world was silent for just one moment as they stared at each other. He crawled over slowly, limping a little. Julia smiled at him as he moved. Within a few moments she could see his face and then he was there next to her. The dead soldier’s body had already started to stiffen above Julia. She hadn’t noticed it, while she was laying still. Now though, her father rocked the body and she felt the already cold flesh in its awkwardly contortioned poise. Finally though, the body was off her. Now, with her lungs open and able to breathe, she began to hyperventilate as she tried to catch her breath. She imagined that he would help her up and hold her to him. He was her father.
Instead, she watched as he collected the Germans weapons and then slowly removed their clothing. She stared at her horrified as she did it, leaving them naked on the ground. She felt cold now, her dress had torn as she fell and cold air seeped in. She shivered, teeth chattering as she whispered to her father, “Thank youuuu.” She was mumbling, still scared, “I was sc-c-cared.”
Her father didn’t even look at her, talking as she focused on the shirt buttons of the closest German, “I needed the uniforms and they would have shot me if I had gotten this close without you.” He paused for a moment, “Thank you.” She stared at him and the mist flowing from his mouth. The mist and the snow combined to force her into a family world like the black and white picture shows she had seen. The walls were black from explosions and gunfire and the dead lay pale in the snow. It seemed as if there was no color besides the dark crimson blood. Her father though did not fit in this world. He was no knight in shining armor. He was something else, something she barely knew but saw now in the fierce glimmer of his eye.
It terrified her and drew her at the same time. It offered her protection against everything that would hurt her, yet it was at the price of his domination. He would protect her because she was needed. She stared at him sadly. She knew she needed him and it was not a pleasant realization. The world around her was lost as she thought. Was this what she wanted? To be passed from boy to boy for fear of the world? To be like her mother? It had been strange, even weirder on self analysis, pitying your mother. It wasn’t that her mother didn’t want help; it’s that she wanted too much. Julia could see it in her eyes, when father took command. They each loved different parts of the man, the loving father and the cunning husband. Yet he couldn’t be both on the inside could he, he couldn’t divide himself into two separate people. Could he?
She stared at the man in front of her; from waist up he was now the perfect Nazi. She shuddered as he put on the Nazi trousers and completed the uniform. His eyes fit the uniform a little too perfectly, the fire and unveiled contempt. She took her eyes off him for a moment, staring at the world around her. Black and white clashed, while trickles of red melted little lines in the snow. Between the Black and White was her father, dressed in gray. Even the jetted black hair was hidden now behind the stone gray cap of one of the German storm troopers. He spoke first, forcing her out of her silence with a dashing smile. “How do I look darling?”
It sounded like her father, carrying her spirits back up. His eyes though stayed veiled, hidden behind the shadows. His question was enough for her to grab his hand though, holding him close as he walked towards the German lines.

ALSO I AM VERY SORRY THAT THE DAD IS A KNIFE FIGHTER, I think i have an explination for it which i'll show later. I hate hero stuff but i got myself in the scene and i had to get out without dear Julia getting scarred for life