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The Chosen	By : FenixFyre Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 1065 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Chosen
Chapter 3

The Exodus

There didn�t seem to be any good way to cross to the west without taking an extremely out of the way path. Unfortunately, winter would be coming on strong soon. If they tried to go west they would certainly perish on the way. It would be risking far less to go east. It was much shorter. They turned east, toward Russia and freedom. He hadn�t mapped this route. It would be much rougher and they would have to keep a much more wary eye to the locations of the Nazis. Elena had taken cold and there was little they c do do about it. Papa kept her against his chest, beneath his coat to keep her as warm as possible.
The food was not as hard to find as they were afraid it might be. It appeared that with the news of the Stalin-Hitler pact, all of the Jews were fleeing to Stalin and everyone else was fleeing to Hitler. It left a lot of vacant space between Poland and Russian. It was not all vacant of course. There were the die hard people who refused to leave their homes. Then there were the fools who simply never believed that war would make it to their door steps. A great many people had smelled war on the wind and had headed for the hills, looking for safety where ever they might find it. They made it to the opposite side of Poland. It took them nearly a month to make it.
The nights were bitterly cold. It was by sheer numbers they made it through them. They took shelter in a number of the abandoned houses and towns they found which weren�t crawling with Nazis. Elena got better, but this time it was Joshua that was suffering. Papa had to cut off two of his toes due to frost bite. It hadn�t hurt at all he had said. It was because they were already . It. It was getting harder and harder to imagine Russia. The land and the people were suffering. There were burned out buildings and villages.

p;Jozef, please.�
Jozef ran a hand over the thin white hair atop his head and sighed. �Basia, it isn�t safe.�
He looked over at Joseph who had been helping out. He had blonde had and was easy to pass off as not being Jewish. He was a good boy. He was only 16 years old. He deserved a chance to have a life. Jozef played with his hat and then nodded his head, �Alright n cln class=SpellE>Basia, they can stay. We have to be careful though. We can�t just run into this without caution. We have to be more careful than we have ever been in all our lives.�
They began to carry out their charade. Basia went into town and began spreading word that Jozef�s br> brother�s children were coming to stay with them. She told the one person who she knew would tell everyone else, �They were having some financial difficulty and rather than see them out of the street, I talked Jozef into letting them stay with us. You know we have all that room now that the kids are gone. It will be good to have a baby in the house again. You know he�s an out of work school teacher. You know how things are now. It�s really quiet a sad thing.�
It seemed easy enough they had all gone over their stories the night before. If anyone were to ask them anything, they were to stick to the story. This would be tricky. Jozef was hoping to keep them out of the spot light as much as possible. There was no reason they would take in Jews. In all honesty other then the good neighbor he had. He didn�t even know any other Jews. They were planning on hiding them in plain sight. This would be the death of Jozef he was sure. He felt nauseous every time he so much as thought about it. He could only hope, no matter who�s God happened to be right in this situation, the God of the Jews or his God, he would be kind enough to spare them just a little bit of his blessing.
When it seemed the word had been well passed around the town, one night they made a show of Jozef driving off. He had everyone hiding in the truck. When he returned two hours later he had his nephew and niece�s family with him. They had a number of empty crate and boxes with them that they unloaded as the last rays of the sun fell on them. They might be able to pull this off after all.
People began coming by the next day, bring by hot dishes. Everyone seemed to be friendly enough. When they came by Matka, Joseph, Joshua, Erik, and Chava were the ones they met. They were blonde and red headed. Matka�s name was alright, Ilse. It was a good German name. Joseph became Jozef. Joshua became Jakub. Erik became Erich. Then Chava became Roza. With the majority of the family being blonde and red headed it was easy to pass off the brunettes. Papa had never thought he would pretend to be something he was not. He never thought he would say he was not a Jew.
They set themselves up with the Grycynzky�s. They were able to do chores for them now. They were able to go outside and into town. It seemed like a miracle they were getting away with it. The days turned into a week.
The first Friday, Papa and Matka laid the tablecloth on their table in the basement. It took Erik a moment to realize what it was that was going on. Then Matka put out the silver candlesticks that had belonged to her in-laws and then their parents before them. They were supposed to be a hundred years old. He knew it meant it was time for Sabbath. No one called it that. No one said anything at all. The candles were lit and the prayers silent. Everyone knew despite the fact no one said a world. Papa had tears in his eyes as they began to eat.
Erik went to bed that night feeling better than they had in a very long time. �Jozef?�

�Yeah, what is it little one?�

�Are the Nazis going to come here?�

His brother sighed in the darkness of their room, �I wish I could tell you little one. I don�t know. I hope they won�t. I pray to God every night that we will be safe here. The Nazis are evil. You can�t predict people who are truly evil. God is testing us for a reason. We are the chosen people. God is testing us, I don�t know why. Maybe it is because we have come too far from the old ways. I don�t know. All I know is that I cannot ever forget what has happened.�

�Why not Jozef?�

�If God is testing us, he wants us to remember. God will bring us through this. I have to believe that.�

�Aren�t you angry at him for letting this happen?�

�No, nom nom not Erik. It won�t do me any good to hate the make for letting there be insanity and evil. I think it�s a measuring stick for goodness and sanity.�

Erik was confused now. He didn�t understand Jozef�s point of view on this. �I don�t understand.�

�Don�t worry little one. You will find your own light in the darkness. This is only my way. Go to sleep little one, sleep now Erik. We have a lot to do tomorro/p> /p>

Erik nodded his head and closed his eyes. It took him a little while to get to sleep and when he did, his dreams were dark and tumultuous. Death filled his dreams.

The trees cleared his vision. There was a home, it looked like many others that he had seen. It looked empty, deserted. The windows were dark, the barest shade of the curtains edged them. There was something wrong in the dream and her knew it. He could hear the crunch of his boots on the graveled road. It curved around the front of the house. He was all alone. It seemed normal somehow, his being alone. He only thought momentarily, where could his family be? The answer was in the house. That was where they were supposed to be. He was supposed to meet them there. He let his feet follow theh. Rh. Rather than walking it was more like he was just sliding along the road towards the house on rails. There was a small white washed gate that stood at the front of the yard. In slow motion he reached out to open the gate. While his hand on the knob was slow motion the opening of it was lightning fast and took no time at all. There in front of him, dangling from the front of the house was his family. Their feet were black and crusted like burned meat. He could hear Elena crying from somewhere yet he could not see her. His family�s faces were painted with their death masks, be it a grimace of pain or a tortured scream. He himself was screaming, over and over again. The eyes of his father�s body snapped open. He pulled himself off of the rope and ran at Erik. A moment later his mother had joined him, then his brothers and sisters. They were clawing at him, biting into his flesh, consuming him. All he could do was scream�
�Erik wake up!� Joseph was shaking him violently awake. The door was thrown open and Ilse was standing there.

She sat on the edge of the bed behind Joseph and took Erik in her arms, �Erik are you all right?�

�He had a nightmare or something. He was screaming and was fighting something.� Joseph informed his mother.

Erik sobbed helplessly against his mother�s breast. The words just spilled from his lips in a jumble. His mother was horrified, �It�s alright Erik, it�s ok. You will be alright. You know papa and I would never let anything happen to you if we could help it. Oh baby.� She stroked his hair and kissed him all over his face. She climbed into bed with him and held him until we fell asleep again.
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