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Title: Truth
Author: cuddlymicch
Fandom: Original
Cast: Nicolas Lemaire - (Appointed: Claude Lemaire - Margarethe Dumas)
Rating: PG14
Prompt: "Life is difficult, you know. It's damn hard to always tell the truth. " FW - Halloween Party : sound of chains ; 100prompt: 65. Death
Word Count: 440 [Word Counter]
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Disclaimer: The main story from which the characters are drawn was completely invented by me. There were no used characters / locations / events that are not the result of my collective imagination, except for the historical background to which I was inspired.
Warning: This is dedicated to Doitsu \u0026lt;3
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TRUTH '

his brother's body lying on the ground, lifeless , surmounted by the chains that had killed him.
Lanes red ran down the sidewalk of the boulevard, while the smell of death rising over the body to invade the nostrils of passers-by, unaware of all passed beyond that dimly lit alley next to Madame Rue. Silent
, blood gushed from the wounds of Claude, smearing the white coat which had gone to the dispensary, a few minutes before, no matter potarsi behind the gun. Nicolas was not an enemy to him.
So even when he heard the sound of chains behind him, had not turned. He had doubted him until the end. And that had cost him his life.
Now his body, almost unrecognizable, would be forgotten in a dead end. No one would ever suspect about the death of Claude Lemaire, no one would ever ask her what had happened to the blond guy who was waiting impatiently for the end of the war to finally be able to graduate in medicine.
Nicolas smiled, sitting beside the body for a cigarette. "Do not take it, Claude. "He muttered, pulling a lighter from the pocket of the dead. " Life is hard, you know. It's damn hard to always tell the truth , you know it, no? "
He smoked all the tobacco he had sat next to a corpse. Smoke without thinking about anything, keeping his gaze fixed on his shoes stained with blood.
In the lead was only the rattle of the chain is lowered on the face of Claude, breaking his nose. Then there are those muffled cries, the sound that broke the neck bone, the dull moan was heard when, finally, had dropped to the ground lifeless. As he touched the ground on all fours with that position to allow it to his last breath, had not moved more.
The rain that fell over Paris that morning, had bathed his face. Nicolas
rose, sighing, to take up the chains with which he had killed his brother. Again, the sound that brought to mind the scene. A dense
pierced his stomach, when the conscience reminded him what he had done. But who cares? Killing him had made her happy . And she was the only important thing.
He looked up at the sky, opening his arms in the pouring rain of an autumn war. "Margarethe, I love you! "He cried. Neither heaven nor
Paris said. People continued to walk along the boulevard, the body of Claude lay still. Staggering
, Nicolas walked away from his crime scene, disappearing among the tall buildings of a gray French capital and suddenly bent under the will of the storm.