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Gorod Pozharov

Title: Gorod Pozharov [The city the fires]
Author: cuddlymicch
Fandom: Original
Characters: Amanda Fournier - John Mancini (Appointed: Margarethe Dumas)
Rating: PG14
Prompt: "All grown-ups were children once. But few of them remember it. "FW - Halloween Party: Night Flight ; 100prompt: 09. Darkness
Word Count: 481 [Word Counter]
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Disclaimer: The main story where the characters are drawn was completely invented by me. Were not used 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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Gorod POZHAROV

All grown-ups were children once. But few of them remember it.
Those words, scribbled on the back of a postcard from some kind of remote corner of the world, suddenly brought back to reality. The plane
lost share to take it up immediately. The pilot was taking too lightly the task, with all those changes.
soldiers around her, crouched on the floor, seemed on the verge of calling the soul. She must not have been easy for them. From Berlin to Königsberg in a truck and then immediately return with a night flight out of the program.
Sighing, Amanda put her down. That short sleep in the arms of the colonel in charge to come and take was not a good idea.
"Miss, are you okay? "
The voice of his assistant came to her soft, muffled. It was across the hall, curled up under the blanket that the pilot had bothered to get him. A boy of fourteen years in uniform was sorry to everyone, even in wartime.
He stood up, moving in the darkness of the plane. The lights were far from Königsberg, now, traveling in the dark for nearly two hours.
Amanda heard the rattle of the boy away. The shouting of the soldiers had barely audible, his aide, however, moved so awkwardly to wake up those who had succeeded in falling asleep.
"John, where are you? "
Something stirred in the dark, but no one responded to the words the doctor.
For a moment, the colonel's body shuddered, crossed by a shiver of cold. The winter was cold in the north, more than anyone could imagine.
"John? "He tried to get up. "John? "
'It went to talk to the pilot. He said someone.
The aircraft was stabilized and, little by little, the slight snore of the soldiers was the only noise in the corridor.
John walked on all fours the entire lane, settling with his blanket, next to his teacher. " A few more minutes and we will be in Berlin. Beyond saying that we sleep in a hotel when we come to take. "Despite whisper, her voice was clearly audible note of sorts.
Amanda hugged him, stroking his face with his gloved hand. "I know, will not you come back to Germany. But think this time will be different: we have a house all to ourselves, what do you say? "
'It was Margarethe, right? She wanted to go back. "
The face of the woman they had both branded in my heart. Those auburn hair, brown eyes of an unusual coppery that look of ice that would intimidate even the Devil.
Who knows where it was now, that woman.
"Margarethe has nothing to do, not this time. "The plane
staggered back, raising also the colonel. They were landed in Berlin.
out the window, the city stood in front of them, prey to the fire that devoured her for days. Dark, menacing, dangerous .