Private Ollie Chapter 6

How long he slept was not a problem to Private Ollie. He wasn’t concerned about anything for the first idyllic seconds between sleep and awareness. The time when nothing mattered, no problem troubled his mind. Then came that first instant after the bliss when all the pent-up lethargy is released into the brain and all those wonderful dreams escape Private’s memory. That split-second time when everything changes and the tidal wave of veracity washes over the shores of peaceful delusion clawing with its black waves; reaching and pulling everything in and under the ocean until nothing is left except cold hard reality. Slowly shaking the tension out of his lean, starved body he gradually massaged all the kinks that had worked up throughout Ollie’s body from sleeping in an uncomfortable position. How long has it been since I have gotten a full night’s sleep? How long has it been since I have had a good bed to sleep in? How long has it been since I have had a break… I need a break… “Give me a break of that Kit-Kat Bar!”… How long has it been since I’ve had a bar of soap? Wait, wait, “WAIT!” sleep deprivation causes…umm…LOSS OF FOCUS, yes! That’s not just it…also…also…irritability, and hand tremors! The sun was just rising over the building he was leaning on meaning the Private was facing east. So the fastest way to America was behind him. But that was not the goal. The goal was to sto- no stopping was impossible the goal was to hinder the Nazi’s for as much as one human could possibly do. Thinking that the old goal-less Private Ollie died and fell away leaving room for a new fiery spirit to fill up the empty husk he liked to call a body militarily trained body. Standing up Ollie looked around smoothed the wrinkles out of his uniform turned toward the mouth of the alley and walked calmly over it. Looking out for a second he gathered the all the courage he could muster and stepped out into what would be the biggest pain in the butt the Nazis’ ever knew from a single American soldier.
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Private Ollie Chapter 5

Roaring he soared forward knife in his hand from the German uniform, Private Ollie slashed down and drew first blood from the beast. But what was it? No hair… two legs… big gigantic fangs blood stained from many past battles or from the size of it quick “feedings” on other animals smaller than itself. Freakishly large eyebrows…blue lips… blood shot eyes from staying awake a few too many nights fearing for its life for no matter how large an animal a quick cut to the neck or bite in this instance can end anyone. All his thoughts expressed in a jumble of seconds and in that short time it or whatever it is had tried to strike two crushing blows but somehow Private jumped back in time! Two more and ‘Ollie realized that there was no chance that hand to hand combat could work against this thing. Not turning his back he stepped lightly back and on the fourth step he pulled out his pistol but TRIPPED! Lying on his back the Beast took advantage of his misfortune and bounded forward landing squarely on his chest. Beating its chest the Beast pulled his arm back, deciding rush was not needed for his prey had no chance of escape but how wrong was he… "Remember, remember…, remember when you’re tryin’ to hold your own don’t be brute!” his dad had said, “use speed, and trickery! The army will give as much help as it can into building up muscles but never count on it. Always have a trick…” and have a trick he did! Wriggling his arm the small knife he had found as a builders tool he had slid into his arm as a last resort sure came in handy now! Jerking upward the knife plunged into his neck and the jugular vein burst open in a spray of blood. Glassy eyed the Beast/Thing fell over in a heap next to him. Breathing heavily he shimmied over and away from the thing back to the wall of the alley and continued sliding until he was back to his resting place before the beast was seen. This time sleep came not out of his volition but out of sympathy for the adrenaline in his body finally failed and sleep came blissfully.

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Private Ollie Chapter 4

He planned as acting as a saboteur on the inside of the German army, or at least try to be one with out being repatriated first. But as he turned and stared at the grotesque thing in the back of the alley his mind completely shut down except to a lethargic numbness that was impending doom. The first thought out of that state was not of saving his own life but of livid anger towards this, this… THING. Blocking his path, what right does this, this… BEAST, have to stop him from trying to take down the German army? And rapt attention on the problem but all the while overcast plaintively by fear afterwards. No! Whether anyone grieves me posthumous will be because I’m a HERO! Not dragged down and destroyed in the back of an alley! No, he had the ability to be volatile! But staring into those hypnotizing eyes that thought rescinded and a state of sedated fear and incongruous being surrounded Private Ollie’s mind. Being devoid of responsibilities sounded really good right now. “NO!” he roared! Tenacity won out and Private Ollie leapt at the beast.

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Private Ollie Chapter 3

Looking around he slowly got his heart rate under control and stepped over the last body to the door. He thankfully silently, slightly, and slowly slid the door open and snaked his head through the tiny opening. Turning first left he saw the street was deserted. Still taking in his surroundings he cautiously walked out to explore. Looking down the block there seemed to be a distinct smell of aged leather and dried blood… a mix of the scent from downstairs stuck in his nostrils and looking down to his left a bit of the animal blood from the butcher. Lastly there was an odd smell.

Overpowering definitely.

Horrible definitely.

Trash… definitely.

Slowly, swiveling his head to the right, directly there was a dumpster in the alley! Following his instincts he dashed over to the dumpster, took a breath and dove inside. Being proven correct was instantly gratifying, out ran three German soldiers screaming “Geflüchtete Gefangene! Geflüchtete Gefangene!” Escaped Prisoner! Escaped Prisoner! Over and over again they screamed, luckily the trash masked his smell and they only took a quick look down the alley!
Not daring move for over an hour and only taking short gasping breaths- sparingly he waited…
Way before he came out Private heard the returning footsteps but for safety reasons dared not leave. Finally he stepped poked his head out over the mound of trash, looking out the mouth of the alley Private Ollie saw no one in the immediate vicinity. Breathing a sigh of relief he slumped down next to the dumpster nearer the back of the alley and still bearing its smell he allowed himself a minute of rest before he had to keep moving. Closing his eyes and willing himself to drift off as soldiers do they get whatever sleep whenever they can… and that’s when he heard the GROWL.

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Private Ollie Chapter 1

It was futile to try to stop the torture. The German Nazi’s didn’t relent when they got the information that was wanted, they didn’t stop even if the POW had no inkling of what they wanted. They stopped when his skin was on the verge of translucence and his heart beat no more. The smell of death permeated the air of the chamber where Private Ollie sat awaiting his turn. It was almost tangible, the smell. As he looked around Ollie thought this could have been a nice room. He was sitting in a chamber underground in a makeshift fort under a store somewhere in the middle of Germany where he was routed out by the Nazi’s and captured. His dad he remembered was the patriarch of the family, and acted like it too. Strong and sturdy was how he remembered him; always there too help mold the young man Ollie was becoming. The metamorphosis happened to quick for anyone in the family to like “You are becoming a man now Ollie,” his dad had said, “There is no denying the great call of the army. Your country needs you. I’m too old but I’ll always be there you remember…” the old memory was becoming distant as the faint rattle of keys and slap of boots on the floor came closer and closer until a tall young blonde man opened it up and with a heaping ton of derision said, “Time to ‘Tell us everything’ as if you know anything we don’t.” Sitting up Ollie stepped behind the young man and looked around at the most likely last half decent room he’d ever see and wondered if the entrepreneur who built this thought his building would end up so violated with blood. Tripping with a last attempt to defer the torture Ollie fell on his face right at the boots of the escort. A swift kick in the head was all he got for his futile attempt. The man looked down and said “No cronies to help you here, this is the last dirt.” Cringing at that comment Ollie slowly looked up and did what he was trained to do, look around and try to concoct something out of nothing…to win. Trying to pacify the guard would looks like my only way out, a surprise attack would be the only way... His train of thought was interrupted as the torture cell got closer and the tirade of German mixed with English words assaulted him by the “interrogator”. He looked around the hall becoming more desperate by the moment, his blood rising, hope draining…STAIRS! There was a distant stair case so close…so close… The festering anger finally burst out and he lashed out at the Aryan and punched him solidly in the temples with a right hook, he was out before he hit the ground with a THUD.

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