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The last waltz (2 / 25)

Title: The Last Waltz
Title of chapter: Waltz II ~ L'adieu
Author: cuddlymicch
Fandom: Original
Characters: John Mancini, Amanda Fournier, Lueur d'Espoir, Hans Heidenreich.
Rating: PG16
Prompt used: bingo_italia : Fog; 100prompt : 83. Error
Word Count: 1122 [Counter Word]
Warning: / /
Disclaimer: The main story where 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.
Tables: Quotes ; Bingo ; 100Prompt

WALTZ II - L'adieu

John took a step back, leaning back on the cold wood of the door.
The body lay lifeless on the ground, covered with a sheet up to her chin smeared with blood. He was lying on a blanket, but the floor was still covered by a red stain that spread every second longer, falling between the boards, flooding the interior with its bitter smell.
He had never seen so much blood in his life. Or at least, had never seen a blanket of color dye so alive in little more than a second. Suddenly, he felt his arms get heavy, his sides, powerless to continue to bring relief to the dying person in front of him.
grasp, from time time, a tremor of pain, in which the body twitched in the throes of some kind of spasm of pain. It was not to be away from death, poor fellow.
Lueur stooped man, touching his forehead with his thin, bony fingers. "Timothy has found in the woods last night. Someone shot him, but we do not know much about him. We were hoping you could help us. "
Unexpectedly, the body's eyes widened, twisting in pain caused by touching the girl. And John realized, with resolute relief that no one before him was Hans. The hair could be confusing, but those were not even gray irises remotely comparable with the blue sky of the gaze of Captain Heidenreich.
walked with his eyes that face twisted by the searing pain of death that slowly took the soppravvento. Her blond hair stained with blood, the lines of the face, worn and torn and divided ...
"Lueur, this man is not German. "
The girl stood up in surprise. "What? "
" Look at the uniform, not German. Maybe ... Russian? "He shot a glance in the direction of Lueur, standing with his back against the concrete wall. He had hazel eyes full of expectation. "Oh, no. No, you can ask me to take care of him. Not this. It's too dangerous if they catch me this time I'm dead! "
" But if ... "
The door opened suddenly, letting in a gust of icy air. Not that it was hot in that shed, that is. Winter temperatures were unbearable, Waren, and John, who had spent the first winters in Prussia in front of the stove to prevent pneumonia, still dreams of returning to the mild climate of Tuscany. Unfortunately for him, Germany still needed Amanda and, therefore, the only aide who had.
The homecoming had been postponed three times already in recent months.
with a nostalgic sigh at the memory of his parents, John gave him a salute to Timothy, on the threshold.
The boy smiled back, running a hand through his hair brown. "How are you? He asked, approaching with caution. Since he had been promoted to sergeant, had begun to show off un'insulsa subtlety in the ways of doing that he kept them all. Timothy was born to make a noise, not to behave like a brainless cascamorto!
John snorted. "Where did you find? "
" Timothy, do not want to help! "Lueur approached his friend, put their hands on the sleeve of his uniform. "We ask Hans, maybe he ..."
"Wait. John, what's the problem? "
The problem was too simple.
"Help this guy will kill me. Here is what is the problem . "
Lueur came forward, resting his hands on the shoulders of the boy before her. Timothy stared with serious eyes, full of concern and awareness of the error who had committed to engage as a John. And
Sergeant Emerson seemed suddenly realize how the collaboration of a sixteen year old Italian boy was just impossible in a situation like that. "Maybe you're right, John. He said a little later, leaning over the almost lifeless body. "I made a mistake to think that you wanted to help out. Never mind, somehow we will be in charge of this situation alone. Go ahead. "
The boy said nothing, stepping back until he heard his boots sinking into the snow, when turned, speechless, and ran towards the academy.

Waren had fallen on the fog. An unusually thick white blanket wrapped around the lake valley, hiding the figures of the first cadets about to begin training early.
Lost in thought and in his race, John threatened to invest more than one student, avoiding any last granted him with a clever move by brief moments of lucidity alternating with those long, agonizing regret and despair.
not ceased for a moment to run and, though his slender legs implore the body to stop and rest, he continued undaunted to proceed on his way. The thought can not see the path that was not touched in any way along, until, seeing a figure before him, did not realize that he completely lost in the woods surrounding the town of Müritz.
"John? "
The figure took a few steps toward the boy, exhausted, had dropped to the ground in the snow.
It took him a minute to connect the item to the person to whom it belonged, but as soon as he succeeded, he could not dismiss the tears of happiness.
"Mr. Hans! "He shouted, jumping up to run to meet his friend. Among all his acquaintances, including Dr. Fournier, Hans was that he trusted most.
While the boy was about to reach it, however, Hans stopped him with a hand gesture. "John, do not get any closer! "I admonished gravely. His arm was shaking, even though he tried not to show it. "Come back! "
But John was not even listening.
happier than ever, the young doctor grabbed the arm of what is now seen as a savior, and I nearly burst into tears, thinking that that had happened in the presence of Lueur and Timothy. One thing was certain: that the shed would never set foot!
Sin had not yet come to terms with what was in front of the nose to find, hidden under the veil of morning fog that had brought him this far.
And while John continued to live his last few seconds of ignorance, Hans Heidenreich watched in silence, hiding the dismay, the lake of blood smeared the snow at his feet.
Men in uniform seemed almost asleep, protected by a blanket of frost, lying on a red cloak which continued to expand, swallowing greedily the immaculate whiteness of snow. Anyone who had killed them, he must have done recently.
Among the many thoughts that crowded his mind, Hans was aware of only one thing: sneak into the woods to finally find a little 'peace with the excuse of the more mundane world scribbled on a piece wheel for the secretary, had been a big, very big mistake.