Chapter 3

While Lutz went to retrieve some blankets (Your name) was just beginning to come around. Her eyes were still closed but she was aware of the sound of foot steps retreating and a smell that made her nose wrinkle. It was absolutely repulsive! The entire room smelled of Beer and smoke! Very different from her mother’s favorite (type o candle/ smelly) that normally filled their home. It was then that she opened her eyes to see that she wasn’t in her home at all!

Instead when she opened her eyes the sight that met her was an old timey living room. One that one might expect to see in an old movie; excluding the beer bottles and cigar buds that littered the floor of course. Even still it was still a very old looking room. There was even a radio on the table beside the coach! Not to mention the design of the furniture and the multitude of black and white photos that covered the walls. Almost all of which depicted two men standing beside each other. One of whom (your name) recognized immediately. It was the man from her dream! Or at least she thought it was dream…

Getting up careful of the bear bottles; the trench coat still wrapped about her: (your name) made her way over to the wall and took one of the photos off the wall and looked at it slightly perplexed as she gazed at. Because the same man Lutz was in it along with one other man.  The picture itself depicting the two men standing side by side in front a sign that had the date January 1939 on it. “B-but that’s…Impossible..” she murmured sitting back on the coach holding the picture as she ran a hand through her hair “ I-if this is real then I’m really in 1943 a-and I’m…..Oh cheese….what am I gonna do…….”

 “See something you like Katzchen?~” teased Lutz walking back into the room  with a blanket or two in his arms. Only to see (your name) sitting up on the coach ;his coat still around her shoulders; staring at picture of himself and his brother. “Katzchen?” he asked walking closer only to see the girl was crying.

Unsure what to do he just stood there. “Are du alright?” he finally asked

“W-what?” she asked tears cascading down her cheeks causing something in the German’s chest to squeeze.

“What’s wrong” he asked.  

“I-I want to go h-home!” she sobbed “I-I’m not supposed here! I-I w-want my momma!”  She cried the tears coming down her cheeks in torrents. Lutz knew he had to do something to get her to stop crying, but he didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t made for this type of thing. Anything he could think to say would just make her angry. Because ;even though he would never admit this aloud; When it came to women he really wasn’t much better than his 1p only he was a little bit more open about his perversion than his other was. He was bit more of a ladies man too but he wasn’t much on feelings. So when it came to comforting someone he was about as much help as a stump in hay field but none the less he wanted to help.

So, he decided ‘Even if she’s angry with me. It’s better than seeing her cry’ he thought as he looked at the girl in front of him.

“Du need to suck it up.” He stated

“W-what did you say?” she asked looking up at him.

“You’re acting like a baby” he replied

“I’m not a baby! I’m just upset!” She yelled.

“You’re crying for your mutti” he replied “Sounds like a baby to me”

“S-shut up!” she exclaimed “ You have no idea what I’m going through!”

“You’re right I don’t, but I also can’t help that you won’t tell me ” he replied “You’re stuck here Katzchen  until du tell us what we want to know.”

“But I told you already!” she exclaimed “I don’t know how I got here!”

“That’s not going to help you Katzchen.” He replied

“I can’t tell you what I don’t know!” exclaimed ( your name) her knuckles almost the color of cream.

“That’s not my problem” he replied

“Oh yeah?! W-well you’re a jerk!” exclaimed (your name) tears running down her cheeks

“Why thank you Katzchen” he replied “ that maybe the nicest thing anyone has ever called me.”

“O-oh yeah?! W-well you’re a butt-faced meanie head!”  exclaimed ( your name) “ And you smell bad too!”

“That’s so mean Katzchen~” he replied with a smirk as he advanced on (your name) “ Maybe I Should punish you~”

“P-punish?” she asked stepping away from him.

“ Ja Punish~” he replied walking closer to her causing the girl to back away until her back was up against the wall. All the while Lutz getting closer and closer till he has his hands on the wall trapping the girl between himself and the wall. All the while (your name) was pressing herself against the wall more and more trying to escape the tall man as he drew closer. “ As long as you’re staying here Katzchen” he whispered into her ear “You’re under my rules. Und that means you have to do what I say. Understand?” he asked to which (your name) simply gulped and nodded. “Good” he said with a smirk removing his arms “Go fix dinner.”

“W-what?” she asked

“I’m hungry und I want du to make food” he replied “What part of that didn’t you understand?”

“The I’m supposed to cook it part!” she exclaimed

“Is that a problem?” he asked

“Uh yeah there is!” she replied “I’m not your maid or your cook! Not to mention you’re a jerk! So why should I do anything for you?!”

“Because I’m letting du stay here rather than in the prison” he replied “Und believe me Katzchen you’re better off here.~ I can only imagine what they’d do to you”

“P-prison?” she asked shock clear on her face “B-but I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“How do we know that?~” he asked “ We’re at war with your country how do we know your not just an American spy?”

“Do I look like a spy to you?!” she asked

“Nein but maybe that’s the point.” He replied “Whose to say you aren’t just acting and you’re really a spy here to infiltrate our ranks?”

“B-because I didn’t do that!” she exclaimed

“You appeared out of no where Katzchen you’re gonna have a hard time getting anyone to believe that was by accident” he replied “ und besides what proof do you have?”

“Well uh I uh” stutter (your name) looking at the ground “I don’t know..” she finally replied.

“I thought so” he replied with a smirk as he walked out the room leaving (your name) standing in the living room of the apartment a look of utter despair clear on her face as her entire world was falling apart. What was she supposed to do? Just this smorning she was home with her mom. She  gone to school and come back home like always. Now she was in Germany in 1943 right in the middle of World War II. She wouldn’t even be born for another sixty to fifty something years!

“Ok self pity time is over!” she said to no one in particular. “Time to get up and get to work!  I’ll get out of this eventually I just gotta put the petal to the metal and run with the hand I got. Great pep talk self! Why thank you me!” she said talking to herself as she made her way over to the kitchen and opened the fridge to see what she could cook.

 ( TnT is done but still I no know es seems no gutt was do you guys think?)