The Last Waltz (1 / 25) Title: The Last Waltz chapter title: The Waltz ~ Overture
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cuddlymicch Fandom: Original Characters : John Mancini, Amanda Fournier, Lueur d'Espoir. (Appointed: Winald Berger, Hans Heidenreich)
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100prompt : 42. Cold
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Disclaimer: The main story from which the characters are drawn was completely invented by me. There have been narrated characters / locations / events that are not the result of my collective imagination, except for the historical background to which I was inspired.
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WALTZ I - Overture
The dawn of a cold September day tinged the sky the warm colors of the morning as the sun rose on the shores of Lake Waren. The wind blew over the town of Müritz, sweeping the ice that formed overnight on the streets still deserted.
From its strategic point, pulled behind the battlements of the walls, John watched the rising profile of the solar disk in a lilac sky strangely devoid of clouds. Pressed against the brick wall, sank in the face of continuous wool scarf for protection against the cold which struck him, up the valley, affecting cheeks flushed like a razor.
A blanket of white snow enveloped the hills around the city, seen from above, seemed still asleep under the blanket of starry night vanished.
Steps away, perhaps from the court, they blend of blasts from the whistle in the lake.
few more minutes of peaceful calm and then, with the wake-up alarm, the entire academy would have jumped down from the camp.
the morning, when the sun made its appearance in the sky chasing away the stars, was the only time that John could be alone with his thoughts, nestled next to the slots of the walls.
No one knew of her "secret place" and, if the news was made public, everyone would be too busy to plan silly exercises strength training to care for a void as an Italian doctor without liver.
If you were in that situation was the fault of his teacher, who had insisted so much to bring with him to Germany. But Amanda was an intelligent woman and she knew what she was doing. Had only to try to have faith in you, after the had saved his life.
not stay long to watch the sunrise: the thunderous sound of rubber boots that were in a hurry to get to the canteen for breakfast interrupted the silence that had enveloped him, followed by the screams of some prefect impatiently for the laziness of some students Left to sleep in his bed.
front of the clinic was greeted by two boys waiting to take off points on the arm. Months before had been brought there for emergency treatment after their partner, during an exercise, he had unwittingly opened fire without permission of the professor. John had made them along with his teacher. When had arrived, there were three of those kids. For what we have unfortunately not found the weapon in front there was nothing to do.
"Where have you been? "Amanda's voice made him jump. The doctor was standing by the door, arms crossed, staring at him. He seemed quite angry. "Well? "
John smiled. "I came to get some fresh air, as she had fallen asleep. "
" Come, we have work to do. By the way, the test yesterday ... "
" Miss, should stop thinking about his work. It seems exhausted, why not go to breakfast? Sa, General attaches great importance to his presence! And then, believe me, it takes the coffee. "The lunchroom
had never liked, and think about it, the reason was also simple: after the diners that usually sat the cadets, the largest table was reserved for teachers and, sometimes, guests distinguished. And
be eating between Amanda and the general who for months had tried to kill him was not exactly pleasant.
Winald Berger had never liked it. But it was not only within the academy. She hated almost all the professors, foolish men excited and sick of war unable to hold a discussion other than their stupid conjectures on race.
Lueur and Hans, who usually sat on the opposite side of the table, however, were among the best people he had ever known. They were a teacher of philosophy and literature (captain in the Wehrmacht, to be precise) and a young French art history graduate who acted as his secretary. With them you could speak out without risking a court-martial, which, from a certain point of view, it was a good thing. Too bad you could speak so rarely, given the duty to John to be locked into that hole that was his office.
Amanda, however, could free to run the academy.
"John, good morning! "That morning
, Lueur sat in the usual place, strangely alone, drumming his fingers on the oak bored with doing.
John smiled, approaching. "Good morning to you! "He heard the doctor
posargli hand on his shoulder. "Where's Captain Heidenreich? He hissed, haughty, arching his eyebrows blonde. "Strange not to see you all today. Do you feel ill? "
She sighed, suddenly becoming worried. " I fear you feel unwell, was terribly pale. I had to force him to stay in bed, I think you're sick. "
" Really? So is the case that is to be examined, do not you think? "It was amazing how
Amanda became cold front Lueur. Yet she had never done anything wrong. Perhaps he considered a rival, or perhaps only considered an inferior being. After all of the hair could not compete with the straw-colored curls of Dr. Fournier. And to say that she had relatives in France.
However, that day would be too tired to even bother to attack, so that not even the expected response of the girl and went doing shrugs.
"John? "Lueur grazed his arm, getting up from his seat. His shirt was stained with coffee, as if carelessly on the inverted cup.
He looked at her, shaking his head. "Yes? "
" I could talk in private for a moment? "
At that moment, at six-thirty in the morning, in the cafeteria of a military academy in the middle of Germany, in a September day in 1943, could not even imagine what was waiting for him. Perhaps it was for this reason that in his candid ignorance, the young doctor just nodded and followed the girl in the hallway.
Some groups of students exceeded them without bothering to look, too busy to run to not be late for breakfast. When
turned the corner and found themselves in the yard, alone, in the snow, Lueur decided to stop. He seemed more worried than before.
John wondered if the illness of Hans was not anything serious. With temperatures like those it took was a trifle to contract bronchitis and given the time they ran, it was not easy to heal.
"You know, keep a secret? "Lueur looked at him. In those eyes hazel The boy read the anguish.
laughed. "Of course I do keep! "
" I'm not kidding. This is serious. So? Think you can do? "
" Lueur that happen? "
" Then
? "
not answered. The minutes passed, and Lueur stood in the snow, close in his white suit, his eyes focused on the face of the doctor.
Then, as if he had received the answer, walked toward the gates open, disappearing behind the high walls of academia. And John followed her, cursing the cold wind that kept blowing on his face, making him shiver.
arrived in the annexe of the main entrance behind the guardhouse. There was no money around, there were no officers, there were no dogs or guns trained on anyone who attempted to get to. Just an old wooden door with a deadbolt locked from outside.
Lueur rummaged in the pockets of her dress, extracting the key to open the padlock on the chains.
When the door opened, it took a few seconds for John's eyes became accustomed to the darkness of the hut. When he was able to distinguish the figures around him, he thought seriously about to faint.
The body at his feet, wrapped in sheets soiled with blood, was a secret bigger than he was ready to swear to keep.
In the annex of the academy, near the entrance, with the first light of a cold morning in late September, the blond hair of the corpse was the only thing that could attach to the face of Hans. The rest, including the rigid features of the face had been masked by the paths of blood gushed from his forehead devastated by the blows of a gun.
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