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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 4

Cruelty

The time slipped by so quickly. Joseph turned 17 on December 26. Then Chava turned 15 two weeks later. Matka and Basia made Joseph a lemon cake and Chava got vanilla with a caramel sauce. Erik�s birthday wasn�t until September. He only hoped that he would get to have as nice of cake as Chava had. It looked delicious and indeed it was delicious.

They all prayed for peace for the new year.
The very next day there was a massive ice storm. The tree creaked under the weight of the ice. Branches broke the roads were coated. The night was filled with the sound of the occasional break and crash of the ice falling off the side of the house. It was icy most of the week. When the ice cleared, it brought not only chilly sunshine but something else.
Hannah was upstairs helping Basia with some sewing when she heard the sound of trucks pulling up outside. She rushed to the window, �It�s them!�
�Don�t worry Hannah. They have been here before. They only eat and leave. Go downstairs and tell everyone they are here. You are my grandniece remember?� Basia stood up and went to the door to greet the soldiers.
Hannah ran downstairs and told the family. They went about hiding all evidence of their faith and sat back to wait. Jozef headed upstairs. Joseph and Chava being the oldest volunteered to go upstairs to keep an eye out on things. Everyone tried to make it seem like everything was business usual. They were supposed to be here. They were relatives of the people who lived here. They weren�t sh. They are Jews!�

Papa looked surprised started to walk over that way. The officer pulled out his Luger, �No I don�t think so. I think you will stay right there. It�s no matter; we still have a place for you to go.�
Joshua stood at the door to his room and stared. He walked over slowly, in disbelief over to join his family. Their father picked up Erik and herded Joshua along with them. There was a truck upstairs filled with people. It was so packed Erik was sure it couldn�t possibly fit anymore. Yet they were shoved onto the truck. Elena immediately began to cry. The air was stale and thick. It was the scent of fear and sweat.
It was a long ride. Matka, papa, and Joshua were forced to stand the whole way. Finally the truck came to a stop. From the truck they were put into the boxcar of a train. They were the last ones put on to it as well. Again, it was unbelievably crowded. Erik swore he heard someone�s bone break when they were shoved on. Elena was still crying. Erik couldn�t say he blamed her. He wanted to cry as well. They had come all the way through Lithuania and the Ukraine to escape the Nazis and they had come right to their front door.
He heard some people talking.pareparently, the pact between Stalin and Hitler had fallen apart. Now Hitler was after Russia as well. He had pushed all the way to Kiev. Half of the Ukraine was now for all intended purposes, Germany. The front was now on in downtown Kiev. Poles were being forced out of their homes to be homeless or just being killed outright. Germans had no love for the Polish. They showed that hatred with their push to the Russian border.
�What�s going to happen to us papa?� Erik laid his head on his father�s shoulder. He was so tired. They had been traveling by car and now by train for nearly a day. It was a long time for small children. The car was freezing. It would have been intolerable if not for the many other people crushed together. It seemed impossible that so many people werammeammed together in one place. It was impossible to tell exactly how many there were.
�I don�t know baby. Whatever happens, I just want you all to know how much your mother and I love you. If � If we never see each other again in this life, we will see each other in nex next.� That was the hardest thing he had to say in all his life. He never thought that he would have been put in this position. He never thought he would be facing losing his family to something like this. What else could you do when your world went insane? All you could do was go along and hope you could make it through to the end. Even more, he hoped he would see those he loved alive again.
After the longest wait of most of their lives, the boxcar came to a screeching halt. For a long time it was silent. Some would say that was the worst part, sitting in that pitch darkness, smothered by the breath of the crush of humanity. Time to sit and think about what it was that would happen on the other side of that door. Would they all die? Would just the children, or the women, or even the men die? The entire family dying seemed more of a mercy to Joshua. He didn�t think he could go on without his family. More to the point, he didn�t want to go on without his family. �Matka, papa, I am sorry I haven�t been as good as I could have been. It always seemed to come out wrong. If I was bad to you in anyway I am sorry. I didn�t mean to hurt you. I am sorry to you too Erik, I didn�t mean to pick on you.�
Joshua co�t h�t help the tears that ran down his cheeks. He understood death. In the trip to the Ukraine, he had seen things that Erik had not. He had seen the things that he Nazis were doing to the Jews, to everyone who wasn�t German who crossed their paths. He had seen Poles lined up on the edge of the road and gunned down. He had seen a grave with papa, filled with Jews. He had seen some of what they had done. The houses burned, the lives lost, everything was falling down around their ears. He had wished a million times they had lived in Australia or the Americas. There were no Germans there.
Matka wrapped her arms around Joshua as best she could. There was only so much she could say. She didn�t want to tell him it would be alright. She knew that it wouldn�t be. She knew that when that door opened it wouldn�t be pretty. She had heard the rumors of the deaths. She had seen the aftermath of more than a few of them. She knew they were nothing special to the Germans. They were Polish Jews. The fact that she had been born in Germany had nothing to do with whether her children would live or not. The fact that she had begun life as a Christian had nothing to do with anything. She had married for love and she would die in love with that same man. If there were anything she would change, it would be a way to keep the children safe. She would have sent them to the United States or to Russia, or � anywhere else in the world but here. Maybe sending them to the Americas would have only delayed the inevitable, or maybe it would have saved them all. If they asked her when it came down to the line, would she do it over again and she would have loved every moment of the precious life God had given to her. All she could do know, was use the little bit of power she had left to protect her children.
Something was thrown against the side of the car. The Lensherr family had gotten crushed to the near middle. They could see light as the doors to the car slid open. People were pulled out. Everyone was separated. Women were pulled away from men and children. Children were ripped away from their parents arms screaming. Parents sced fed for missing children. Finally it was the family�s turn. Matka was taken one way, Elena pulled from her arms. Papa was dragged off with Joshua. When they noticed that Joshua limped because of his missing toes, one of the guards put his gun to the boys head and pulled the trigger. Erik was still being pulled off the car. He had a perfect view of his brother�s murder. He watched his brains splatter all over his father.
Erik wanted to scream but no sound came out. He didn�t have time to think about it as he was yanked down the ramp and into the yard. A man holding a fierce dog on a chain ushered him to the line for the children. Standing nearby the people being brought off the car were a group of Jews working shifting bodies from a giant pile to wheel barrows, where they were rolled out of sight.
Their uniforms were gray and black. He assumed they had been white at one point in time. On each uniform was a large ill cut yellow Star of David. Their faces were gray, drawn and sunken. They were painfully thin. Their eyes were weary but still had the lust for life. The life was barely worthy of the desire for it, yet they still wished to live. As Erik stood there as of yet unmoving, one of the men shifting bodies hissed at him, �If you want to live you have to work.�
Erik was only 8 years of age and still smaller than a man but large for a boy his age. Later he would have no idea how he managed it but he moved over with the men moving the bodies and began dragging a body over to where a man waited with a wheel barrow. The guard who appeared to be in charge watched him and nodded, �You, you can work. You get in this line.�
Trembling with relief, Erik fell in line behind his father. Papa turned and looked at him with over shining eyes from tears and nodded his pride, �Today, you become a man Erik.�
Erik nodded his head and followed his father. They were taken to an area where all of their clothes were taken off and checked for valuables. Their hair was cut down close to the scalp. They said they would use the hair for the war effort. The cutting was close and the scissors not over sharp. Erik�s head was bleeding by the time they were done. They were then ushered into the showers. The water was freezing but they were able to get clean. As Erik showered, he noticed small slots on the walls. He wondered what they were for. If he had arrived a day later, he would have found out they were for the Zyklon-B they put in to kill prisoners when the camp was to capacity had had been determined to kill up to 2000 Jews at a time most effectively.
Once they were out of the showers, their clothes were returned to them. They didn�t have anymore uniforms for them to wear. Ftherthere they were put into lines and addressed by a man who looked like an officer. He spoke in German but was echoed by others who translated what he said, �Welcome to Auschwitz. This is a work camp for the Reich. You are here to work. If you do not want to work let us know now so we might save time and kill you now. If you can�rk lrk let us know so we can kill you. This camp is for work. If for any reason you can�t work death is always an option. The other purpose of this camp is to remove the disease of this beautiful land. The Jews are a blight and will be burned away by the glory of the Third Reich and The Fuhrer�s plan. You will all die here. How hard you work is just an indicator of how soon.�
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