THE ONLY MASSIE SIN WILLNBE PURIFY.

One sin will be washed away.

LIAM PYANE as: LIAM PYANE

HARRY STYLES as: HARRY

LOUIS TOMLINSON as: LOUIS TOMLISON

thank you

© themy butter

July 21, 1942

The smell of burnt smoke hung over the open plain in the evening. A fire burned the frame of a small wooden house until it turned to ashes. The color of the flames reflected in the eyes of the old woman who saw her "home" completely destroyed. A heartbreaking scream broke through the silence of the dusk.

Tears flowed from his eyes like blood.

A group of men stood in a line, watching the fire burn emotionlessly. One of them was pinning her down to the crisp, dry grass. Hand holding a gas tank and a burning torch, dark green uniform and combat boots. Military style caps covered their eyes almost completely.

The silver hawk pin on the chest and the swastika in a red circle sewn onto the left sleeve glinted in a wheel of light.

Not far away, two soldiers were approaching the scene and half-carrying a small figure. Crimson blood flowed from the sides of his pale eyes.

Sobs and gasps came from her mouth, her eyes flashed with pain like a knife had cut her heart. The old woman screamed as if her heart was broken when she saw the figure approaching.

The son's thin body His long, dark brown hair was covered in wet blood clots.

“No!! Don't do anything to him, let him go! I beg you to let him go, just take me alone!! Please, please—“

Plenty!!

A large hand slammed down on his wrinkled cheek so hard that his face turned to the edge of his neck, tears still flowing down. Dark eyes were heartbroken, red liquid slowly seeped onto the side of his lips.

"shut your mouth!! Old woman,” a deep voice shouted at the almost unconscious woman as she pulled her dark hair up to meet her eyes. His light gray eyes sparkled with satisfaction. Smiling widely, enjoying the sight in front of him.

“You have no right to say anything. Now both of your lives belong to me. From now on, I am the owner of your lives. Go!! Put yourself together with others.”

“Send them to Auschwitz.”

Golden light sparkled on the morning horizon. The coldness of the night slowly disappeared as the sun came to replace the sky at dawn and the faint scent of soup simmering in the oven. I heard the sound of a rooster crowing in the distance. A little bird sings a song to greet the dawn

This must be such a beautiful atmosphere.

If not here

Plenty! Plenty!!

“Wake up, you lazy bastard!! It's time to get on with the fun, you guys. Get up!” The sharp edge of the whip struck the naked back of the figure lying hunched over in a narrow niche only a foot and a half high. The half-naked bodies of more than a hundred men and women lay piled together in a bare brick building with low ceilings. The air inside was musty. It was full and reeked of the smell of messy waste.

Those skinny-haired figures rose up from the rough wooden floor with a group of soldiers pulling them up by their arms. Another group held large guns at the exit, whipping their whips over and over on his gaunt back. The delighted laughter of those doing this was loud and clear in my ears.

The smell of clear liquid soup filled the large cafeteria. Several women were languidly using spatulas to stir back and forth in the large pot. Deep, hollow eyes and sunken cheeks answered with dry, chapped, and horribly pale lips.

A group of over a thousand people walked into the hall. They range from older children to middle-aged people and are mostly male. They covered their bodies with old, tattered, and dirty clothes with mud and sweat stains. Some had serious wounds on their bodies, but those who were moved forward to receive their food.

Just crumbs of bread and small bowls of clear, almost tasteless soup from two meals a day. Hands so gaunt that bulging bones could clearly be seen, he lifted an old, rusted cup to his lips, his eyes staring blankly at the far end of the cafeteria. Where the sunlight streamed in, he looked lost. Six digits made from hot iron etched into his skin stood out on the belly of his left arm.

Low, one-story buildings line the open, gravel-strewn plains, with cloudy white smoke and a foul odor billowing out of tall chimneys. Looked and saw an electric barbed wire fence surrounding an area of ​​more than a hundred rai. In front of the exit gate there was a steel fence. The sign in front of the door is carved with the message:

ARBEIT MACHT FREI

Work leads to freedom.

A man in a dark green uniform stood with a gun in front of the main gate, observing the miserable life of the many "captives" in this concentration camp, a place for people who were eccentric and sinful, rebellious, and condemned.

More than 100,000 people here have been convicted and sentenced to death by their leaders. Swastika badge holder

Jews

Just because they have different appearances and different nationalities. different religion These people were convicted of sin and rebellion and false accusations were thrown at them. and the system of the German Empire must be completely eliminated.

Here, Jews are compared to worthless human waste and must be punished for that. Jews are like prisoners who have committed serious crimes and the soldiers are the guards in this hellish prison.

Many troops were sent to villages in the remote countryside. To look for people with brown to black hair. A hooked nose and dark eyes symbolize the target's ethnicity.

Both men and women

Both old and young

Both poor and rich

Forcibly brought to an end. Gather together here, the detention center for convicts. Physical torture and labor to benefit the war effort including scientific research experiments

Eliminate them completely. No need to be merciful, no need to pity them.

The leader has given orders. "He" must comply.

“What are you thinking, Payne?” came the stern voice of a commander beside him. The bulky, muscular figure of Captain William Voltrep walked up to his side, his hair the color of gray contrasting with Suntanned skin The face that was beginning to wrinkle showed no emotion, and the deep blue eyes looked unfathomably mysterious.

An officer's uniform has the full title and at the waist. A large leather whip hung from the belt loop.

“Nothing, sir. “The young sergeant raised his head slightly as he answered while still looking straight ahead, not looking directly into the other person's eyes. Feet spread apart and hands behind the back in a resting position.

"Today's morning shift? Good, I have a job for you to predict so you can try something new." The Captain stood comfortably beside him. Facing in the same direction, the image of starving and suffering people was something that Voltrep delighted in.

“Is there something wrong, sir?”

“According to the main camp's report. There will be fresh meat here at ten o'clock in the morning. This time we didn't get much. But I expect there will be quite a lot for us to do.” Voltrep turned his head in the same direction as he looked at the thousands and thousands of prisoners who were slowly walking out of the cafeteria and into the shoe and cloth factories. Specially allocated for the physical labor of these people.

“There are probably a few hundred of them. From being used as a transport train, they have been changed to trucks. I have given you the responsibility to handle them. will be sent to the research facility Or enter the factory, but women and children are separated. We must use them. Other than that, you can do whatever you want, Payne.”

"...yes"

“Very good, see you at the building.

C

I will be waiting there at nine-thirty.”

A large hand slapped hard on his broad shoulder. Before walking away, the soldier remained silent and did not react. Let the commander walk further away once he's far enough away. A long breath was released from his lips. Brown eyes closed tiredly.

His name is Liam Payne.

Sergeant Major of the 27th Company of the Nazi German Army

Current affiliation Auschwitz 2 concentration camp Poland

“Our Captain seems to enjoy seeing this every day, Liam,” a small, shrill voice from the side sounded lazily. Liam turned to the soldier standing next to him, whose eyes shone with mystery the entire time. Even in an unfavorable situation Sergeant Lewis Tomlinson, a friend who has been with him for more than seven years.

Liam meets Lewis for the first time at the military draft camp. The feisty guy gets into trouble with the local gangster after the selection, boasting about how good he is at this and that. Until he almost got stomped to a pulp if Liam didn't go in and stop him first.

Since then, Liam and Lewis have stuck together. They have been through countless battles and have survived until now they have both been promoted to high-ranking officers. and were sent to be stationed at this concentration camp

“You know what Voltrep is like. From what I've seen today, I don't think he's mentally sane.” Liam slowly turned his head to meet the eyes of his opponent who was staring at him earlier. The face that normally wore a mischievous smile was now sullen and gloomy.

“But there's one thing I don't understand: Why does Voltrep want you to be the new prison guard? Why would he give this duty to you when he would rather die seeing people get hurt?” His best friend said softly for the two of them to hear, their eyes staring blankly at the factory that was starting to emit the smelly fumes of welding glue. Shoes and Nail Rivet Furnace

He wanted to tell Lewis out loud that he thought so too.

Voltrep is not a very likable person for Liam. The captain has a habit of enjoying pain. or causing others pain Torturing prisoners in captivity was one of Captain Saen's favorite pastimes.

Why did you give him this duty? Even though Liam himself had not created any work to satisfy this commander, why did Voltrep put such a big job into his hands like this?

“Honestly, I don't know.”

“What are you going to do? Are you really willing to send those people into the research facility?” Lewis now turned to look at him fully. Said in a tone that sounded more tense than before.

“I don't know. Voltrep said he would be in charge, but you heard that he will be there when the new captives arrive. He will keep an eye on what I do.” The young man sighed softly. tiredly

“Be careful, Liam. I think there must be something causing the captain to order that guy to be careful.” A small, shrill voice replied. His eyes were wary of his surroundings to see if anyone would hear him.

“Thank you, Lou.” Liam nodded softly in appreciation before the two of them fell into silence again. Amidst the sunlight that gradually shines harder and harder

It's almost ten o'clock in the morning.

building

C

Auschwitz concentration camp

Amidst the late morning sunshine, it was strange that the clouds had moved to cover the sky, almost completely blocking the light from shining on the ground. Dye everything a somber gray color.

It was as if mourning the many lives that had ended. At this land..

More than a hundred soldiers stood in front of a one-story brick building with a machine gun hanging from their necks in a resting position. Next was a rank-and-file military officer. with Captain Voltrep and Colonel Emett Sergeant Barden and him, Sergeant Payne.

At the far back, a number of men and women stood silently as if they didn't want to be the center of attention, but their clean white coats caught everyone's eyes. All of their faces showed no emotion, but if you looked carefully, Those eyes looked more excited than anyone else's here.

Like a little child waiting to get a new toy..

It's ten o'clock in the morning.

More than a dozen large ten-wheeled trucks came to park in the large square in front of the building, their tires grinding against the dirt road until orange dust and smoke hung everywhere.

Behind the cabin is an awning made from old plywood nailed together at the top with a thick rubber canvas to keep out the rain. By leaving enough small gaps between the plywood sheets for light and air to escape.

From that small hole, Liam could see dozens of pairs of eyes peering through outside.

Many couples there had clear water engulfing them.

A number of soldiers went to unlock the lock at the back of the cargo compartment. The large chain and heavy padlock attached to the door ring indicated the status of the person inside.

The sergeant walked to the door of the nearest car, followed by the captain who was in another car.

Liam took a deep breath, preparing for what he was about to face.

When the door opens Dozens of captives were crowded together inside. They were of all genders and ages, both men and women, infants and the elderly. Including some people with disabilities Many people stand, many people sit. And many people were kneeling on the floor of the car, and some were lying on the ground with their bodies broken.

The prisoners were too crowded together. Many people have suffocated to death..

Everyone there had dark hair and bent, watery noses. The faces were difficult to identify with their ethnicity. All the eyes were dark to completely black.

Wait a minute..

His sharp eyes saw something, something that attracted him.

Sea color

A pair of glasses invited the young soldier's eyes to look at them. They were a pure green like Liam had never seen before, a shade that was both warm and cold at the same time.

It's like the color of the sea.

Images of the waves swaying on the ocean surface flashed in his mind, refreshing mist of seawater splashing on his face. and the warm sun shining down on the white sandy beach

Liam had seen the sea once in his life, a very long time ago. And he swore it was the most beautiful place he had ever been.

This person's eyes like the sea

a boy Ana's age was estimated to be no more than twenty years old. She had eyes that were different from her birth. Looking into his eyes

Why do you have this color? Liam thought to himself.

His hair was long and wavy, a dark brown color that was almost burnt.

A long nose with a curved tip and a face that is unusual for the German nation.

mutation

This child was definitely Jewish.

His small, thin body was startlingly thin. But he could feel the strength in it, his pale eyes flashed with fear and worry. Instead, his arms wrapped around an old woman, who had wavy hair the same shade of brown.

That must be the child's mother.

While he was stunned, other soldiers began to carry the prisoners out of the vehicles and stand in groups in the open area. Many people wept and mourned, many almost fainted. But the guards used both force and intimidation to get out of the car, and some used gun handles. Some used their fists to control the crowd. Liam stood and looked at the scene with fear in his eyes.

This is how humans treat other humans.

It's not that he's never seen it.

It's not that he's never done it.

But every time he saw it, it haunted him every night he closed his eyes.

When it was the old woman's turn, the soldiers were pulling her arms away from the young man's embrace, tears flowing from her dark eyes, and a panicked scream sounded from her mouth.

"do not! No!!” The young boy held his body against his mother's body. Clear water began to fill the green eyes.

The soldier was starting to lose his patience and pulled out the baton at his waist and raised it at arm's length. Prepare to strike down on both of them. The small back hurried to block and protect the old woman.

Liam's consciousness returned to him.

“Stop!” A strong voice came from his mouth. As the two feet of the girl approached the three people, the soldiers turned and looked at him, stunned. With his hand still raised above his head, Liam walked over and pulled it out and threw it on the ground.

“You can rest the soldier this way, I will handle it myself,” he said sternly, his eyes looking at the lower rank soldier. Standing straight, he raised his posture and trotted away.

The sergeant turned to look at the two captives crouched on the floor of the car. Panting sounds of fright still emanating from his mouth.

Liam stood looking at the scene in front of him and spoke in a much softer voice than before. But his eyes did not soften, he did not sit down to talk.

“Madam, you need to get out of the car and join the others now.”

He was still in a state where he could not show any mercy at all, only the kindness that Liam could offer the two of them at this moment.

The old woman was still crying, but her son turned to look at him again. Those light eyes flickered with something that the young man couldn't understand, and they looked strong. And fragile at the same time. Why?

His soft voice spoke softly to his mother. But it looks safe and warm.

“Let's go, Mom. Let's go down.” With that, the young man slowly stood up. and helped the old woman stand up before lowering herself out of the cargo compartment. and went to join the other captives, leaving the rank-and-file soldier standing and watching all alone.

Just saying this simply, why did the boy obey him so easily?

Nearly an hour passed before all the captives were unloaded from the trucks and the bodies of the dead transported for disposal. Now the bodies of hundreds of Jews stood limp in a wide expanse of ground, with soldiers standing guard around them. Armed and ready for crowd control. In the foreground was a large one-story brick building with a German flag alongside a red flag with a swastika running down the gray flagpole.

The clouds still blocked the sunlight from shining in this area, but Liam could easily see how happy Voltrep was standing looking at the scene in front of him.

His captain walked over to the small platform set up in front of the group of people, his expression looking delighted at the sight he saw. It's like a young child getting a new toy.

When those dirty purple lips moved, a loud sound rang out.

“Ladies and gentlemen! You have been arrested for treason against the Nazi government. and as accomplices of peace in the war, you have been sent here to do meritorious work to serve the German nation, and your sentence will be lessened.

Welcome to your new home. This is Auschwitz, the home where you will live for a long time! Don't worry we'll just leave you all alone for the rest of the day. No, there's a lot for you to do here and that's something you all will love.”

His formal tone and carefully memorized conciliatory words did nothing to ease the bloodlust in those blue eyes. The smile at the corner of his mouth said that he couldn't wait to deal with those people. this

“Here we live comfortably. We will take good care of you. Please rest assured.” Voltrep continued to speak with a smile on his face, but the whip on his waist caught everyone's eyes.

Liam walked forward and looked at the thousands of prisoners who were about to face a fate worse than hell. Liam knew exactly what these people would encounter. But I can't do anything.

“We will separate you all and ask everyone to follow suit.”

He spoke in a loud, clear voice. But emotionless, Voltrap wanted children and women, and Liam knew how much children and women were in demand here.

Voltrep walked slowly towards him. The commander's large, muscular body faced him in a formidable manner, but Liam was not intimidated. The face that was once smiling wide became sullen. And he leaned into Liam's ear, whispering softly but clearly in his ear.

“I put you in charge of the captives, Payne, not playing the role of the Virgin Mary that you stopped my soldiers from taking. I'll assume I didn't see it. You continue with your duties. Bring me the child. Send them to the prison.”

“But sir.”

“Are you going to disobey my orders?” Those bright blue eyes were so close that Liam had to look away.

“Yes, sir.”

“You control the crowd well, Payne, but it's a method I don't like,” the commander said coldly before walking away.

He took a deep breath as all his anger and dissatisfaction were suppressed. Liam now had the duty to carry out his assigned orders. And he must follow it strictly.

“The soldiers went and separated all the women and children. then send them to the factory

A

Major Adele will be waiting for you there. deliver him captives then come back here Do it!” The order was given without liking him at all, and a number of soldiers trotted into the middle of the crowd. and began to forcibly bring out the women and children captives.

The cries and cries sounded again and many people were pulled apart. Many pairs of hands tried to grab their lover back but in vain. Little children were torn from the arms of their parents, both girls and boys were taken out. Young women had their hair pinched until tears flowed down their faces. Even an old woman who could barely walk was taken out.

No matter how disobedient, a captive is still a captive.

It's like a pig and dog whose owner identifies one that will be sent to the slaughterhouse.

Like an animal that doesn't even have a life of its own.

Liam noticed something chaotic on the other side of the crowd. The sound of cheering and cheering grew louder and louder. The sergeant decided to walk over and take a look.

There, several soldiers were standing around something, with one standing in the middle. And they were all looking at something with a mixture of amusement and laughter.

When two feet reach the center of the circle What was seen was the soldier ripping off the long, dark hair of the boy with strange-colored eyes. A mocking sound came from the soldier's mouth.

“I asked, why do you have these colored eyes, kid?”

“It's its own thing, I don't know,” the soft voice replied tremblingly. Off to the side, Liam saw the same old woman being locked in from behind to prevent him from interrupting the scene in front of him.

“Oh, why don't you know? Or that your mother is having an affair hahahaha.”

Liam looked at the scene from a distance. Should he walk in and intervene? Should he allow this to happen?

You did a good job of controlling the crowd, Payne, but it was a method I didn't appreciate.

Continue to do your duty.

But not now

as quick as thought The long-legged girl approached the group of people without slowing down. A grim expression Noticing him, the circle quickly separated and Liam walked towards the center of the joy.

"What are you doing Soldier.” His voice was calm but filled with aggression. The lesser man slowly loosened his grip on the dark hair and the boy's body collapsed to the ground. Holding your head in pain

“I ordered you to sort out the captives, not for you to entertain me around here. You didn't follow my orders.”

His eyes swept over the faces of the soldiers standing erect and listening to him, emotions rising in their chests. Anger piled up inside.

But Liam couldn't express it.

In this situation, he couldn't express his concern.

“I will assume that I have not seen your actions this time and can return to your duties.” Liam said one last time before turning and walking out of the place. The old woman's screams were heard again and the shouts of the boy who was calling his mother.

He had to try very hard not to turn around.

Liam knew exactly where that old woman would be sent.

Where almost all women are sent.

The filthiest place around this thorn wall.

A place where demons in human form can find happiness amidst the death pain of their victims.

"Comfort House"

On the other side of the ground Men and women in clean white gowns walked back and forth in the crowd, their hands frantic. He took turns pointing his finger at some of the captives who looked into his eyes. Be it women or men, small children to the elderly. Those people were dragged out of line. and was sent on another truck.

The doctors have chosen a new batch of lab rats.

It's the only thing Liam asks for right now. That is, don't let that child be taken with them..

The shoe factory emits a burning stench as if it's excited to have new workers come to work. The furnace for melting glue for shoe welding shines brightly, hurting the eyes.

The resthouse reeked of a fishy odor that was too sickening to even come close to the cries of suffocating pain of many women and children screaming throughout the hall.

He's disgusted with everything here. More than any time I've ever felt

“What do you say? Sergeant Major, news of the first important event caused a stir.” Lewis's sarcastic voice sounded beside him. While they were in the dormitory, Liam was polishing his combat skills. Just in time, his best friend had just finished his shift.

“The news spread quickly, we all know,” he replied quietly, not paying any attention to the sarcastic message sent.

“It's not funny, Liam. I already told you that Voltrep is not an acceptable person. If something displeases you, you're still going to do heroic deeds to a kind-hearted monk to help the captives.” Lewis stood on his head, his blue eyes fixed. Dark stared at him in horror.

“Well, it can't be helped. It just happened.”

"Really? I really want to know what made Mr. Pree go in to help that much even though we've seen this kind of thing before, I don't know how many times."

It is true that pain, suffering, and physical harm were all too familiar in Auschwitz. Images of soldiers applying whips to the gaunt backs of prisoners and the sight of gun barrels pointed at the necks of human beings was something else. Liam had seen throughout his years stationed here that death and pain were extremely common.

It's true that Liam and Lewis tried to avoid a confrontation, but in the end, An order must be an order. Duty must be duty. Many times, when he pulls the trigger on the head of someone he doesn't know, he doesn't hate him. There wasn't any fault at all. But he did it because of orders from above. The images of those many corpses still haunted his dreams almost every night until Liam was used to feeling them.

But why? Today something stimulated Liam to feel it again.

“There was one person, a child who looked strange.” The words slipped out of his mouth without realizing it, the image of those eyes flickering in Liam's mind.

“That child, there is something. That's strange from other people."

“That child's eyes are green.”

“That's all?? Is that all, Liam, that you put yourself at risk with just a kid with weird colored eyes?”

“...I don't know either.” He didn't know why that child was special. If it was anything other than those eyes, then why did Liam dare to put his own neck on the line instead? Why?

“I'm warning you, friend. Don't do something stupid like this again, I beg of you.” Lewis said to him and climbed onto the top bunk. The sigh was loud and deliberate, causing Liam to notice.

“Hey Lu—“

“Sleep, Liam, it's time,” a familiar voice cut in before he could finish. Liam knew he shouldn't delay any longer. It's almost time to put out the fire. So he laid down on the hard mattress and looked at the ceiling of the bed, above which was his best friend.

The lights went out and over a hundred soldiers lay down and their minds drifted off to sleep.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier, but in his head he couldn't erase the image of that emerald crystal. It vividly flashed in his mind's eye, the image of his mother's skinny arms holding him. Trying to protect his life as he screamed, trying to call out to his own mother while he was about to be sent to a different level of hell.

Should Liam have done more? He didn't know if he should protect that child this much. He didn't know anymore.

But it doesn't matter.

Right now, that child's mother was about to die.

That child might also be being tortured by a new experimental drug.

Or maybe curled up in a crevice of a tree in that rancid bunkhouse.

It didn't matter how interested Liam was in that kid because he couldn't do anything about it.

at the last moment Before consciousness falls into a deep slumber The image of the ocean waves fluttering and disappearing.

“Sergeant Payne. Do you want to come see work today?”

“Yes, I stopped by to see how the person I sent you to the other day was doing.” Liam turned to the man in dark green. Pale white skin and gray, almost black eyes. Lieutenant Harmon was walking beside him. That sharp face showed no expression other than staring at the many captives sitting in a row. In front of each of them were some leather plates, leather cutting knives, welding glue, silver rivets, and small hammers.

Shoe factories were one of the main sources of income at Auschwitz.

In a giant greenhouse A large furnace stood at the far end of the hall. The hot steam from melting silver rivets swept throughout the area. Long wooden tables are lined up, divided into different zones in order. Many Jewish slaves sat in their places, working with both hands. Start by cutting a large sheet of artificial leather according to the designated marks and ironing it to make it shiny.

Then forward it to sew the edges. and sewed them together to fit again and hammered in a pin to make a hole for the string. Then attached to the rubber sole. in sequence as one piece of work is completed It will be sent to the next department. And so on, a number of male slaves walked around pushing merchandise around the house, with a guard standing nearby directing them.

Be prepared to take action if something goes wrong. The air is filled with the smell of artificial leather and glue that connects low-ceiling shoes to no ventilation. Instead, it made it even more stuffy. Judging by the sweat that had accumulated from the captives, these people were probably here most of the day and night.

It had been nearly a week since the day the last batch of captives were sent to Auschwitz and Liam had not seen the green-eyed boy. Today he didn't have to be on duty, so he took the opportunity to come and inspect the order.

“Then please make yourself comfortable. I'm going to take care of the workers first. If there's anything missing, you can tell me," Harmon said. Liam nodded and smiled back. and wandered around, watching the captives toil for a job that they would never get paid for and would never get out of.

Work leads to freedom.

The sign posted on the door was very deceptive to these people. The only freedom remaining is death.

At the far corner of the building, Liam noticed a small, thin back. with a group of long, wavy, dark brown hair sitting with her back to him. Keep your head down and do your job. Something made the sergeant enter.

Stepping towards the target, a lanky figure sat on a long, backless chair next to the other captives, both hands trying to hammer silver rivets into the finished leather shoes. All ten fingers were swollen and red, blood congested at the tips until they were purple-red. That little hand trembled. The scars from the hot iron were swollen and swollen on his arms, clearly visible to the eye.

No sooner had the iron hammer that was supposed to be driven into the rivet hit the nail on the other side than the boy accidentally let it fall to the table. Holding on to that broken, sore, sore cell with pain

Liam slowly moved closer, little by little, until he was standing slightly behind the boy. He looked down at the small crown of his head where his hair was matted and dandruff had begun to form.

“What is your name?”

His thin face turned around at the source of the voice and locked eyes with Liam who was standing behind him. His neutral expression was difficult to read, but he could easily translate the message sent through that turquoise glass.

'Anger and disgust'

But Liam didn't back down. Now that he was superior, he could ask and get an answer.

“I'm asking you.”

There was still no sound coming from the other side, their eyes still intertwined. No one is avoiding anyone's eyes. Curiosity flooded Sergeant Major's heart, he had to know.

Eyes locked, it was as if they were playing a game to see who could have more patience.

Finally, the other party gave up.

“Harry”

The words were loud and clear but were hidden in a sarcastic tone. The feelings expressed were not concealed, giving a clear signal not to interfere. But Liam hasn't backed down yet.

“How is work?”

What a stupid thing to ask. What whisper is your head talking to itself? He had said it without realizing it, he just wanted to have a conversation with this person.

There was no reply from the boy, who now turned back to his work. The sound of riveting came out softly, trying to ignore him who was still standing behind him.

“That wound, let me take a look.” The soldier's rough hand reached out and grabbed the little boy, turning him to look at him. Then he turned his head down and continued to do his work. Liam didn't lower his hands and wait. But he waited like that.

“What do you want?” Harry turned to look at him, his eyes clearly showing displeasure. Liam was surprised that the boy had such courage even though he held an inferior card by an unknown number of ranks.

“Just wanted to look at your hands. and consider this an order.”

There was no answer, but a small, sore hand slowly extended it to him. Although he looked reluctant, Liam stared at the wound that was starting to become inflamed. Not only was the blood congested, but some of the fingernails were broken and oozing blood. From his ordeal, Liam turned to look at the other captives around him. It was found that almost everyone had injuries from work, not counting the dried blood stains on the back of their shirts. and the scratches on their bare skin would probably be punished for their slow work.

“If you don't have anything else to do. I'd like to get back to work.” A slow but sarcastic tone sounded from her beautiful lips. Before turning back to his desk, he picked up an iron hammer and began hammering again. Looks more careful than before.

Something told him that this conversation was over. Liam took a step back and walked out of the factory, a strange feeling still lingering in his chest. Emphasize it even deeper. How did he feel about these actions in this hell camp?

But he definitely wouldn't stop just knowing that child's name..

Even though the boy agreed to talk with him, the topic was so slight that the weather was not a very pleasant matter in this place. The only thing that can be a topic of conversation is work. Harry himself

For the next several days, Liam showed up at the shoe factory every day, looking for the owner of the light-colored eyes and tense face. He wanted nothing more than the short conversations that Liam always initiated. Even if it was slapped with a curt remark from the other party, such as 'You're going to stay here all day, right?'

I think we're done talking about this.' Or even silence, Liam might seem like a clown trying to communicate with people who don't need to, but he doesn't care.

But for several days, Liam knew nothing about Harry. besides his name And he is Jewish..

I don't know why, but Liam felt that those clear green eyes had lost some of their anger when he was with him and returned to their former brilliance when he was gone.

If he doesn't think too much of himself.

Harry wants friends.

It's late afternoon. It's like today the weather is pleasant, the blue sky is bright with clouds and the bright sunshine does not shine down on Auschwitz. The weather is not too hot and stuffy and not too cold. A cool wind blows gently in the middle of the field.

Liam stood in the same place, watching as the boy concentrated on his work.

“So how old are you?” he continued to ask as he did every day. Standing and looking at many captive slaves. Pretending to come to inspect the guard duty

“Why do you want to talk to me so much? Soldier,” a soft voice returned to him. It was something Liam had heard countless times. The first time he heard it he felt angry, but later he saw it as a way to continue a conversation.

“I have no need to tell you that reason, and you have no right to ask me,” he said, a slight smile playing on his lips, not a flirtatious smile. But it's a little good feeling. As if within him at the center of his heart Flowers that had long withered began to become moist again.

“Then it's strange that a soldier of your rank would choose to talk to a Jewish slave like me, right?” His light-colored glasses lit up his eyes. If he hadn't thought of it himself, there wouldn't have been a hint of anger in there.

“It's none of your business.”

“So are you going to tell me how old you are?”

A small smile appeared on his cracked lips, his once grim face relaxed. His beautiful eyebrows were not furrowed into a knot, and the spark of anger in his eyes had almost completely disappeared.

Liam doesn't know why. But despite being in dire conditions, lacking food, being abused, and having a dirty, filthy body But Harry looked strangely enchanted, looking unbelievably beautiful.

That thought was halted when the boy spoke softly, but Liam stood with ear to ear.

“Sixteen.” With that, the other party turned around and continued to concentrate on his work, signaling every time that this conversation was over.

As Liam prepared to take a step back, something stopped him in his tracks. The organs in his chest throbbed ridiculously, and sweat began to trickle down his palms.

The last sentence was blurted out before the master sergeant walked quickly out of the factory.

“Choose to call me soldier. My name is Liam.”

“Hello Payne, how are you today?” Commander Voltrep approached him casually. Meanwhile, Liam was dealing with a number of document reports, the daily reports of various Nong Kongs. The progress of many factory affairs in Auschwitz and of course information about prisoners of war.

He rose to greet his commander until Voltrep waved his hand in a casual gesture. and walked in and sat in the chair on the other side of his desk, Liam sat down as before. His back was moist with sweat before he said.

“Good, sir. I have already arranged for the distribution of the captives to various places and the total number of captives we gathered last time. Here.” A sturdy brown leather case was handed to the commander. A Swastika stamp is prominently displayed at the top.

“Very good, very good, Payne.” A rough hand opened the leather case and flipped it over to see the thick paper. Almost didn't care about the contents inside. and threw it back to Liam and Ann with their backs on their chairs. Something sparkling in his dark blue eyes made him feel bad.

“Today this afternoon. I'm going to visit the farmhouse.

A

Just a little bit and I want you to come with me. Payne, we're going to take care of our new guests and see if they're okay or not.” His cold voice made the hairs on Liam's neck stand up. Voltrep gave him a wide smile, but it didn't reach those hard eyes.

“..Yes, sir.” His voice was an involuntary tone lower than before. Liam cleared his throat and replied again.

“Yes sir, yes.”

“Very good,” his captain smiled at him. Before getting up and walking away, leaving the rank-and-file soldier sitting alone with his temples held.

He didn't understand what Voltrep wanted.

Why is it him? which this commander chose to use

Why did Voltrep choose to go there when he didn't have to?

Why does it have to be a brothel?

It is now late afternoon. The sunlight shone brightly on the ground and hot steam rose up. Sending waves of stuffiness throughout the area, making the area as if it were inside a giant oven.

Liam stood in front of the square. Behind him was a large, low-roofed greenhouse with almost all of its windows closed. Some doors even have a padlock chain attached to them. At the front, two wooden doors were completely closed. A large plank was placed between the two doors. Don't let anyone in or out. There were a few soldiers standing there holding weapons. Above the door

The letters were painted with red house paint, although they were starting to fade and peel off. But it can be clearly read as letters.

A

The sound of gravel crunching against the floor of his boots caught Liam's attention and he turned to look behind him.

His commander strolled in leisurely, his golden hair disappearing in the afternoon sun, his rough, charred skin seemingly unfazed by the heat, his sunglasses shining so brightly that Liam's eyes burned.

Voltrep approaches Liam, takes off his glasses, folds them up and pins them on a white round-neck t-shirt. He looks casual, not serious, but Liam can feel a little terror hidden in it.

"Are you ready, Payne?"

“..Yes sir.”

“Good, then let's go.” The two walked in front of the main gate. The guards saluted Liam and Voltrep. Simple words of greeting flowed from his left ear and right ear. At this moment, there was only sadness in his heart. disgusting nausea

The door opened and his commander walked in first, leaving only Liam who remained silent. Both hands were cold and clammy with sweat.

A cool breeze blew for a moment, as if taking away the happiness in Liam's life. He took a deep breath. Suppressing his feelings, he followed the commander.

Inside, we found another group of soldiers blocking the entrance. Saw a long walkway leading to the end of the house with wooden screens on both sides separating it as a wall. Each wall was ten feet long. Twenty feet high, blocking the distance by more than a hundred gaps, Liam could hear loud screams and moans in this place.

“Hello, Commander, are you here today, sir?” From behind came Mathida Rambird, a female Major General with a body as large as a man, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. head Walking towards him, both of them had voices that were too low for a woman. His strong forearms slid down his sides, and Liam noticed the belt loops. The black whip hung still. Ready to use

“No, today my subordinates and I are coming to check on things a bit. I would like to know how the goods that were sent the other day were like.” Voltrep turned to Mathilda. Liam stood there fidgeting, the hairs on his neck standing on end every time he heard that scream.

“Oh, everything went well. They do their jobs quite well. There might be a little resistance, but I believe my subordinates have selected good things for us to use.” A sneer appeared on Liam's bright red lipstick-covered lips. It was not difficult to interpret what this female soldier meant.

“Sir, we have separated out those that cannot be used and are sending them back to the factory. But the gowned men picked them up and put them in a car before saying they would take them to the research facility. About to test a new drug for the division—“

“Scream!” Before he could finish his sentence, a high-pitched scream sounded from one of the channels. It was such a shrill, almost suffocating cry that Liam's veins ran cold.

“Ah, those guys don't have a hand anymore and can take care of themselves without me being here? We'll all be dead soon." Mathilda looked towards the source of the voice, bored. It's like it's completely normal.

By now, Liam was sure he was really creeped out.

“Alright, very good, if you don't mind. I'd like to take a look around a bit, Mathilda.” Voltrep ruffled his short hair. and turned to meet Liam's eyes as a signal to let him go.

“Oh, no problem at all, sir. But I beg you not to get too close. They are not yet used to their new surroundings. It might hurt you.” The screams sounded again. Both Mathilda and Voltrep were unfazed.

“Alright, let's go, Payne.” The Commander nodded and started walking down the long corridor. with Liam following closely behind.

The sight almost made him vomit.

In every wooden box A hard futon bed lay on it, some pillows and blankets torn and frayed. There is no door to block the view. But that's not the important part.

Women...from children under ten years old to young women. and the elderly He was screaming in agony with his hands and feet tied to the bed. Everyone was almost completely naked.

Numerous soldiers were carrying out sexual acts with those women. In one cell there would be anywhere from 1 to 5 soldiers. Mutual rape Their bodies were tortured with blood flowing out of their sexual openings. The stains on the mattress were bright red, and some dried stains accumulated until they gave off a putrid, filthy smell.

The deeper you go The filthiness of this place became more and more evident with the sounds of painful howls and moans of pleasure from the soldiers who had sex with these people. It was not just sexual acts alone, some people used sharp objects to cut all over the body. Beating the body until it was completely damaged and being forced to masturbate orally. or even using cigarettes to insert into the vagina for personal gratification

Not even children, women and men, their immature bodies were horribly torn, their soft skin was full of bruises and fresh wounds, their cries were loud in pain and they didn't understand what these people were doing. What was with them, the agony that their bodies could barely bear?

Liam noticed that Some of the captives lay motionless, their breath coming heavily from their sore mouths. The eyes drifted aimlessly like a coarse body with no soul left.

But the soldiers didn't care at all and continued to satisfy their desires. Amidst the sounds of screams and the smell of blood The fishy smell of cum mixed with the blood all over made Liam nearly vomit.

The sight was beyond words, but it cut right to the bone. It was already ingrained in his heart.

There are countless more. Liam couldn't bear to watch it any longer, his heart wishing for him to walk past it quickly.

Voltrep walked slowly. Looking around, Liam was behind him so he couldn't see how his captain felt about what he saw, but from his relaxed shoulders and unhurried gait. You probably won't feel anything at all.

The pair walked to the end of the hall. When he reached the other wall, his commander turned around and met Liam's eyes.

There was no fear or shame in those deep blue eyes, only a glint of satisfaction. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, as if he were walking among a field of flowers. But actually it is hell.

“That's enough for today. We'd better go back.” His filthy lips curled. A cold, hoarse voice came out. and walked Liam back to the exit with Mathilda waiting outside.

Liam turned back the way he came. Eyes only on the ground, trying to ignore the loud whistles. and take long steps as quickly as possible

But something made Liam look up again.

From the point where he passed In one space on the left, Liam was suspicious of something. He looked very familiar with that group of brown hair and familiar facial features.

The body lay motionless against the bed, its limbs still stretched to prevent it from moving away. A man was moving in and out of her body, not paying attention to the person beneath him. Continuing with his sexual activities in complete bliss, a deep moan sounded from the man's mouth.

Liam shook his head, regained his composure, and walked out of the barn.

Outside, Voltrep was standing talking to Colonel Emmett, their expressions both serious and displeased. Liam stood watching from a distance, not daring to interrupt the conversation, and waited.

After a moment the Colonel gave a slight nod and turned to leave. Liam slowly walked over to join his captain.

Voltrep's once smiling expression had now changed, his eyebrows furrowed and his smile had disappeared. And when he saw that Liam had walked in, he turned to give orders.

“I want to report on our captive survey today, check their total number. Write down the identification number of each of them. I need to know how many of them there are now. and separate their age and gender criteria as well.”

“Yes, sir,” Liam replied.

The commander didn't say anything and walked back to the elite soldier's command building. Liam stood and looked at Voltrep's large figure for a moment. and sighed in exhaustion

He turned to look at the greenhouse.

A

There again the eyes followed the structure of this building. The gate was guarded by soldiers to prevent anyone inside from getting out. The iron chain that locked from outside the window blocked the freedom that was within reach.

The horrifying sight of punishment in hell, the agony Liam thought was better than the filth of the soldiers who saw the women's lives as nothing more than a stress reliever.

Great armies win many wars. But he committed a shameful act that is not forgivable.

It's not like war, it's not like it's fought by an army of soldiers.

Death is death, it's over and it's over.

But taking the life of another person is like being a beast.

Take away all the feelings of happiness Only anger and grief and fear remain.

It's beyond human..

The soft yellow light of the lamp still glowed in the young officer's office, with documents cluttering the table. It spread to his office chair and his lap. The scratching sound of the vulture's pen was the only thing that pierced the silence of the night. A list of tens of thousands of captives was piled up in front of him.

His brows furrowed into a knot and his shoulder muscles tensed. The ID numbers of many people streamed past the eyes, including the accounts of the dead captives. The number of Jewish captives visible indicates how many have ended up in hell on earth.

Over 200,000 is the current number of prisoners still alive at Auschwitz.

All the papers were put back away, the lights in the office went out, and with a sigh of exhaustion, the two legs dragged themselves back to the dormitory, exhausted.

That night, Liam slept with the screams of the female captives in the brothel and the smell of semen in his nostrils. Pornographic images still stuck behind the eyelids

A young soldier stood stationed in front of an electric barbed wire fence, holding a gun in a resting position, giving off a light feeling. Just like Liam's stomach at that time, his sunken eyes and dry cracked lips indicated that he didn't get a good rest last night.

It was now past noon and he was about to leave his shift and go to rest. The intense sunshine and lack of rest were troubling him at the same time. By the time it was time to change the galiam, I was almost fainting.

“You weren't in the guest room last night when I went to bed, where were you?” Lewis walked in and joined him in the cafeteria. Liam sat in his usual spot that he always reserved for his best friend.

Since the day Lewis warned him in the guest room, Liam had always told Lewis about the boy. Attempting contact between him and Harry, which Lewis himself who at first objected vehemently But as time passed, his friends began to soften. Or they were too fed up to stop him and just listened. To which Liam didn't say anything.

“There was a bit of paperwork but it's all finished now,” he replied.

“So, this afternoon when you weren't on duty, I went to see you at the factory. But you're not here. Where were you then?” Lewis asked him while still shoveling food into his mouth.

Liam told him about yesterday's events when he and Captain Voltrep went to inspect the work of the prisoners at the prison and what they saw, the sights they saw, the sounds they heard. About how much it haunts him, all that's left is that mysterious woman he's so familiar with, that Liam hasn't talked about.

Lewis was quiet for a while. The food didn't go down for a while before he let out a heavy sigh. He raised his hand and massaged between his eyes tiredly.

“I can't eat anymore.” The lunch plate, which was less than half eaten, was pushed away.

“I know we have a brothel. Yes, I know it contains rape. But I didn't think it would be this bad,” Liam said in a low voice. He really didn't know that inside that big building, it would be this cruel, much more than what he was willing to accept.

"same for me To be honest, I thought about using the service but I don't know why. It seemed too disgusting. I can't accept it,” Lewis said with his arms crossed on his chest and feet on the table. It was a gesture that could indicate that the person in front of Liam was nervous.

“So what can we do but let it continue to happen?” he asked. And if there was anything that could save these captives from this kind of depravity? What can Liam do?

“You can't do it,” Lewis said to him.

“What if I can do it? There must be something—“

“You guys are just random soldiers. Do you remember we were at war? People die every day You are just a speck of the greatness of this world. What can you do?” A small, sharp voice interrupted him quickly. Lewis, who was now in an angry mood, glared at him. Serious expression

“Remember, Liam, you need to stop thinking too much and try to keep yourself safe.” His best friend stood up at the end of his words. and took out the food tray Liam hurriedly followed.

Before Lewis disappeared into the building, Lia heard his friend's soft voice saying,

"I mean the kid too."

He said rules are meant to be broken.

Liam is standing talking to Harry at the shoe factory. It is now late afternoon. The factory was about to close and all the captives were about to be released for dinner. Harry, who was now diligently nailing his shoes, still held his own, but Liam didn't care.

Luckily, Lieutenant Harmon The factory supervisor doesn't mind that Liam comes to the factory too often, but it does relieve his workload of supervising the workers. So Liam is relieved that Harmon will tell everyone about this matter.

Harry, who seemed to shrink from his thin body the first time we met him. He was now noticeably thinner, with his collarbone and bulging spine indicating that the boy definitely wasn't getting enough nutrition. Like other prisoners, eating well and sleeping was a dream for the Jewish prisoners in Auschwitz.

Very different from a soldier like Liam.

“Can you read, Harry?” he asked as he watched her head down to work.

“That's enough,” a soft voice replied.

“Here, I'll give it to you.” Liam handed something to the scrawny boy, who turned to find what was in his hand.

Some literature It was handed over so that the cover was framed with a beautiful gold tinsel pattern. But the old, obsolete titles printed from ink have almost disappeared. But it's still legible.

Grimm’s Fairy tales

The boy stared at the book without stopping, his expression showing both amazement and joy.

“You gave it to me?” His chest-shaped mouth opened slightly in disbelief.

“I really gave it to you. It's from my house but it's too young for me. You go read it,” Liam said.

This book was a book he had bought with his own money when he was a child. The legends that had raised his spirits from childhood poverty, it held sentimental value. He decided to take it from home when he was drafted into the military, but now Liam is more than willing to give it to others. And that person was Harry.

A thin hand reached out and took it. Holding it close to my chest

“Thank you, Liam.”

I don't know why, but he felt his face suddenly heat up.

“Er, it's okay. It's a little story, read it someday and come tell me about it." He spoke quickly, the heat still on his face.

And then Harry did something Liam never thought he'd ever see.

Cracked lips lifted into a smile, sea-colored eyes that were once hard and soft. Sparks of gratitude overflowed in both of their loved ones.

“So..I'm leaving today. See you later.” Liam turned around. Preparing to walk out of the factory But a soft voice called out first.

"wait a minute.."

“What do you say?”

“Can I.. trust you?” An unsure voice asked back. The boy turned around to look at him. The smile from a moment ago had faded, leaving only the seriousness evident in his expression.

“Alright, what's the matter? Harry.” The warmth that once filled his chest was gone. It was replaced with a cold, fearful fear of what she might hear.

“Can I ask you something, Liam?”

“Where is my mother?”

“Liam, I want to know where you are. Are you okay?”

It was like everything was still and a feeling was stuck in my chest. The atmosphere around him seemed cloudy.

“She is my mother.”

He didn't say anything. He just stood there amidst the noise and commotion of the factory. But between the two of them it was eerily quiet. It wasn't that Liam didn't want to talk. It's not that Liam doesn't know.

But he remembered who that old woman he was familiar with in the restroom was..

A picture of a naked body lying motionless on a bed, its arms and legs pinned down to prevent it from moving away. were brutally treated by some soldiers The blood flowing from his vagina and anus, his eyes drifting and his breath rushing back to him, it was as if Liam had just returned to standing at the foot of the bed.

She was Harry's mother. She was the old woman he had forbidden the soldiers from harming, the one the boy had protected with all his life.

“Liam, can you hear me?” the other party called out to him, bringing Liam back to his senses.

“Harry..”

“Do you know where she is?”

“Please tell me.”

“Her mother..was sent to a place. She is in a building.

A .....

We call it a brothel,” Liam said, letting out a long exhale. He had already spoken, he had already told Harry the worst news.

Green eyes widened in shock and then closed, turning into tight closed eyes, slender brows furrowed together into a knot. His cracked lips clenched until they were blood-soaked for nearly a minute. Liam waited, waiting for what would happen. And when that pair of crystals opened again, they sparkled with tears.

“Can you help her?” Harry said, his voice shaking with emotion. Both hands were clenched so tightly that the knuckles were white.

“You can help her, I know.” Can Liam really do it? Pull the woman out. And what next?

He hesitated, something warning him that he shouldn't promise something, telling Liam that this girl would have a bad fate no matter what.

"please.."

And then the feeling in your heart wins.

“I..I'll try,” Liam replied, feeling like he'd just swallowed a heavy lump of lead.

"thank you.."

The sound of a bell from the front of the shoe factory signaled the end of the day's work. Hundreds of prisoners stood up and gathered up their work.

Liam ordered himself to move. His legs felt as if they were weighed down by rocks, but he turned and left the factory before all the workers had left to get the food at the cafeteria, turning his back on the boy he had just promised never to. can

Little happiness fades as quickly as the wind blows away.

Only depression and hopelessness cling to every inch of this fence.

The life of a Jew would not remain unhappy in the slightest.

three days later Liam never approached Harry again. The open door of the shoe factory always invited him every time he walked past. But when the young man walked in, the boy's desperate pleas still echoed through his ears, a weight that weighed on him. Don't let him continue. Because of a promise that Liam could never keep.

Liam dreads the day when hopelessness hits Harry.

And it has finally arrived.

It is normal for people to die in concentration camps.

Every morning, a handful of soldiers transported the dead bodies of dozens and hundreds of slaves and piled them into an open field, waiting for the living captives to be dug and buried. Some burn it outdoors every day without interruption. There were many corpses waiting to be disposed of.

like today

Ox carts carrying lifeless bodies piled up along the sidewalk, the smell of putrid flesh permeating the whole place. Drosophila crawled over his lifeless face. The swollen bodies of the Jewish captives piled up to form a small mountain.

In the early morning atmosphere, as all the slaves were walking to the cafeteria to get breakfast, the boy's eyes caught something. Something he had never thought of looking at but today it was so tempting.

At the nearest cart, dozens of putrid, smelly bodies were piled up on top of each other. Harry noticed something.

Even the body began to swell and distort until it was deformed, even the hair that was once familiar to the eyes became dry and stiff with oozing lymph. But Harry easily recognized the dark brown hair. The nose is the same shape as his. The thin lips he was born with

mother..

The boy scrambled towards the wagon, reaching for his mother's lifeless body. Tears streamed down the dirt-stained face.

Only halfway through, a guard blocked his way. Harry dodged. and continued to run but was grabbed by the collar of his shirt The pull was so strong that the boy fell to the ground. He was dragged back into line but he fought. Small hands pounded the strong arm of the mouth guard, calling out to the woman he loved more than anyone else.

"mother! Mother!!” A loud scream echoed throughout the courtyard. He managed to escape from the guards. and ran again, this time a number of soldiers rushed towards him. Grabbing him and dragging him along the gravel ground, the sharp stones pierced into the white, smooth flesh until a wound formed and blood flowed out. But Harry didn't care and continued to struggle. Finally, a large leather whip slammed down on the small shoulder.

A long strip of flesh opened and the boy rolled around on the ground. screaming in pain But the guards still didn't stop beating him until he lost consciousness. Crimson liquid flowed out before the thin figure was dragged away.

The last picture Harry saw That is, someone was running towards him..

You're a fool, Liam Payne.

This was the only thing the sergeant could think of, the only thing that was floating around in his head. It reinforced every second from the day he accepted that promise, and even harder when he could do nothing but stand and watch everything happen.

Two days..two days ago

Liam never met Harry. two days ago

On that day, he rushed towards the unconscious body of the boy. meaning to take him for treatment But behind him Captain Voltrep was looking at him expectantly, those blue eyes gleaming with eagerness to see him help Harry, waiting to see Liam make a mistake.

So he had to let the naked guard take the boy away.

Not long after that Liam received a statement from a group of soldiers who said there was a boy who came looking for the body from the brothel. Tried to enter but was able to resist one of the guards. Was beaten to the point of death and sent back into the factory again. When he regained consciousness, many of his serious wounds did not receive any treatment at all.

You can only let it heal on its own or it will become infected and die.

Liam was sure that was who he was looking for.

But he didn't dare go looking for him.

He didn't dare meet those eyes.

He wanted to say he was sorry. I want to apologize for what happened.

But in vain

Because of everything He chose to ignore it himself..

No matter how you dodge People will meet each other no matter how they meet.

Liam was standing in the cafeteria looking at Harry, he was on guard duty here today. Luck was not on his side when a familiar, gaunt figure was seated at a table close to where he stood on duty.

When those pure green eyes met his, they were still for a moment. A hint of surprise flickered clearly and he looked away as if he couldn't see that he was here.

Liam's eyes scanned the thin figure in front of him, his white forearms covered in countless abrasions from the stones scraped along the skin, which had begun to dry and scab over. That's a good thing. If you don't count the big wound on your back.

The mid-level wound on the narrow shoulder was wrapped with a dirty rag to stop the bleeding and protect it from air, but Liam thought it would make it even more inflamed. Judging by the redness and tightness of the skin, it probably started to become infected.

As time passed, the small amount of breakfast was almost completely empty, and Liam watched Harry's every reaction in a panic and confusion as to what to do.

Guilt gnaws at the core of my heart.

But shame also overcame him.

Meal time was about to end and all the captives were about to go to work. Liam began to hesitate.

The cafeteria bell rings loudly, indicating it's time to get to work. Thousands of Jews rose together to collect their food containers and prepare to leave the cafeteria.

There's no time right now.

“Harry,” his voice was so hoarse and low that he couldn't believe it was his own voice, but the other party heard it clearly. The figure suddenly stopped, completely turning its back on him. So Liam couldn't see what the other person's expression was.

"About the other day..I me,” he stammered.

“You said you were helping her,” came a harsh voice from before him. So soft it was almost a whisper. Liam took a breath and began to speak again.

“Harry..I—“

“You said you would try.”

“I'm really sorry. I didn't intend for this to happen—“

“But you said!! You said you would! You promised but you let her die!!” What was at first soft and barely audible now turned into a loud roar. The boy turned his head to meet his eyes. His face was twisted in pain and his pale eyes were bulging with emotion. A lot of anger flowed in the sea blue glass.

It is the deepest anger.

too angry to forgive

The grief was too much to bear.

Harry's body shook with rage and his shouts were loud enough for everyone to hear. But the boy didn't seem to care at all as the plate of food was carelessly thrown away. Everyone was silent and watched the events that were unfolding.

Clear liquid slowly welled up in his eyes and trickled down his cheeks. dripping down on the floor A loud sob came from some lips.

“I trust you. I believe you will help her..” Both hands clenched so tightly that the knuckles were white and sobs could be heard. A voice that Liam thought he would never hear from this strong boy.

Behind them, a number of guard boys were walking towards them. Ready to accept the situation But Liam raised his hand to stop him.

“..Her mother was sent into the prison as soon as she separated from her. I met him the other day. Mother, you have been unwell for a long time. Harry, I have no excuses. But I admit that I am sorry,” he said loudly enough for everyone to hear. The large cafeteria was silent as they watched this astonishing event.

Warden, a rank-and-file officer of the Nazi army.

Expressing regret for the dishonorable Jewish slaves..

“You go, don't waste your time doing nonsense to a slave like me, soldier..” A cold voice spoke to him, a crackling gleam in his pale eyes clearly indicating that this mistake would never be forgiven.

Before the boy could even bend down to pick up the tray of food, a guard rushed in and slammed his iron baton down hard on his gaunt and thin back, causing Harry to fall to the ground. So stuffed that I couldn't cry. Liam looked at the picture in shock.

“You have no right to say that, boy,” the soldier said, a smug smile spread across his face.

“You can go back to your work.” Strong arms lifted the boy up from the ground. and pushed forward out of the cafeteria, leaving only the young sergeant standing there.

It was reasonable for Harry to be angry.

It is fitting that he will not be forgiven.

But what was wrong with that boy being abused?

What is wrong with the tens of thousands of people here that they have to die and be tortured even though they have done nothing wrong?

Combat boots dragged along the ground, carrying the soldier's body away.

Outside, the sun slowly lit up the horizon in Auschwitz. Take away the coldness of the morning and replace it with warmth. The courtyard was crowded with prisoners walking in line to do their jobs. Shoe factories began to send stale smoke into the atmosphere. Research institutes stood tall. The loud cries of the brothel filled Liam's ears.

He walked out on the road. Watching the tens of thousands of people dragging their feet across the open space, graves were dug up again and again. on one wall The courtyard was made up of large bricks and wooden poles pinned to the ground. Liam saw a soldier pointing a gun at the head of someone tied to the pole. The sound of a gun being fired echoed throughout the camp.

disgusting

A very filthy, very shameful place.

Perhaps the underworld is even more merciful than this place.

While the thoughts were swirling in his head, someone poked him in the back. When Liam turned around Met Lewis, who was standing and looking at him.

“Captain, I have something to discuss with you. He asked me to tell him today at 5:00 p.m. to go see him in his office and take a list of all the captives,” his best friend said, his blue eyes sparkling with something that Liam didn't understand.

“Oh, thank you guys,” Liam nodded in agreement, “So, are you on duty yet?”

“It just came out just now. You've already left, right? Please go with me. I have something to show you.”

without waiting for an answer Lewis had already walked ahead of him, so Liam couldn't help following. The two walked past the cafeteria, past the dorms, and past the main office. until reaching the furthest reaches of the camp Traversing along the edge of the electric fence All the way to the back of an old building that had decayed and had not yet been repaired. There were no guards standing here to guard this area. So there were only the two of them.

“What exactly are you trying to show me?” Liam asked curiously.

“Shut up and just keep following,” Lewis said without looking at him. But I trudged on.

Several minutes passed and Lewis still didn't stop walking. and refused to say anything to Liam, no matter how Liam asked. The two walked along the edge of the fence and came to a building. The ruins were probably once a dormitory for Jewish prisoners, but judging by the holes in the collapsed ceiling and the thick dust that clung to the wooden panels, the place must have been deserted for many months.

Lewis inserted himself between the broken pieces of wood and Liam followed. The air inside was filled with the smell of wood mold and dust. But the other party led him further to the other side of the building wall. There was a small hole, its size not too big to be noticed. Lewis knelt down and called Liam over.

“Here…” his friend said.

“What is this? Why did you bring me here?” he asked curiously. What exactly did Lewis want him to see?

“Be quiet and look out, guys.” A slender hand pushed him in front of his face, causing him to look out of the small hole. His dark eyes focused on the electric fence. and looked beyond, “Look.”

Amidst the humid midday air, Liam noticed something.

One building was made entirely of red bricks. The roof is the wrong height for the single-storey foundation. A few small windows belied its rather wide size and at the top. A gigantic chimney towered over 70 feet above the ground and more than ten small chimneys dotted around.

It looked like a very strange building in Liam's eyes.

An electric barbed wire fence, the same type used in Auschwitz, surrounds it, guarding the entrance and exit.

It was recently built. Judging by the fresh color of the bricks and the soot-free chimney, a handful of military workers were unloading things from a large truck. Entering the building was a pale wooden crate with a tightly nailed lid. There were no seals to be seen.

“What was that..” A shocked voice came from his mouth. What's strange about this suspicious building? It's a non-bedroom structure. Not a research facility It's not an office or warehouse, what is it for?

“I have my doubts as well. Moreover, in his meeting, there was no single topic of building a new building, and this building suddenly sprang up without anyone in sight. Without the knowledge of the military junta and even dividing our men to transport those suspicious crates.” Lewis said next to him in a soft voice that was almost a whisper.

His brows furrowed together into a knot, his arms crossed over his chest.

“When did you find this place?” Liam asked.

“Two days ago I walk around in front of the building.

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Then he happened to come across that building and when he went to investigate, he was blocked. Soldiers above the rank of captain could not enter, so I found this hiding place instead.”

It's curious, why must this kind of thing be hidden from other soldiers, including the division of zone entry levels? If there's nothing suspicious Why prevent Lewis from entering that crate again? No one knows where it came from. What's inside? What is the purpose?

What about the fact that the building is located outside the fenced area but is clearly part of Auschwitz? Why move outside when there's so much space inside?

“I really don't know what it is but I thought it would be good to tell you. You might know something that I don't.” Lewis looked at him, his blue eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"At my wits' end, Lu."

“Then we need to know what that building is for--”

The rhythmic sound of the leather combat boots approaching was heavy and crushed everything beneath the soles.

Someone is coming..

Both of them crouched lower than before, pressing against the rotted wood. Trying to recover from someone approaching, Lewis met his eyes. Looks a little panicked

A dark shadow passed through the small hole. It indicated that the shadow owner was far ahead, matching the sound of the wheels scraping against the electric wire wall in front. Liam slowly leaned forward to look.

The thick, familiar back has a unique gray-colored hair. Stepping inside that building

Captain Voltrep..

“Sir, here are all the documents you need, listing the names and numbers of all living prisoners of war in this camp. Gender, age, and status have already been separated.”

A heavy document file was handed to the other party, a brown envelope piled in front of the desk. Altogether, there must have been more than a thousand pages of paper.

Voltrep's chubby hand reached for it and opened it. He turned it over for a moment. Inside was a list of tens of thousands of names of all prisoners in the Auschwitz concentration camp, including identification numbers and some photographs.

"Well, thank you Payne. You really didn't disappoint me." Purple lips curled into words at him. The words of admiration didn't even spread to his voice or eyes, there was only some tension and anger.

“Thank you, sir.” Liam saluted his commander, his eyes looking to the other party. I really can't help but wonder.

Why did Voltrep go to that building? What exactly does it have? Liam really wanted to know. But you have to keep your mouth shut.

“Today you can go back, I have business to attend to.” The tone that was normally sneering and challenging was now unusually gloomy and annoyed. It's more than it should be.

What exactly is there in that building?

“Yes, good night, sir.” Liam saluted again. and turned and walked out of Voltrep's office. It was now evening. In the winter, the light disappears from the sky earlier than usual, so dusk is now starting to dawn.

Liam was about to step out of the office building but collided with someone.

a middle-aged man He was extremely good-looking, wearing a long-sleeved, striped shirt that had been ironed until it was perfectly smooth. With good quality skinny jeans and round-framed glasses that sparkle in the evening light. She was followed by another woman wearing an A-line skirt and stilettos. The two faces looked proud as they walked in through the door.

"Oh! Sorry,” Liam said.

The other party didn't answer. Instead, she turned to look at him out of the corner of her eye and walked away, not paying any attention.

Who are they? Definitely not people in the military.

So why did you come here?

The sergeant pretended to walk out of the office building. As he walked towards Captain Voltrep's office door and opened it without knocking, Liam noticed the file tucked next to the stranger.

When the door closes He slowly crept back inside, moving closer to the door. Just as the man couldn't close the door properly, the crack in the door was an excellent eavesdropping device for Liam. He crouched down and listened inside.

“How was it, sir? Was exploring the place today enjoyable to you?” The man's low voice was loud and clear. Liam secretly peeked in. A tall, slender figure was seen standing over Voltrep's head.

“It's just a building, nothing spectacular,” Voltrep replied, laughing a little.

“Oh, it's not just a building, sir, you yourself know that,” the person replied.

“To me there is nothing special or exciting about doing this. We already have our own system in place to manage the population within the camp. What are you doing here?" The captain said in a loud voice. Liam could feel his commander's simmering emotions.

“It is not just the institution or the military that decides on this matter. We have been in discussions for a long time, Mr. Voltrep, and the project is ready for use. We can take action immediately,” the man said. As he was standing with his back to Liam, Liam couldn't see what that expression was like.

“We have been informed that your prison camp is currently having problems accommodating more prisoners than it needs. And there are too few bullets. Your leader has a policy to control the population of Jewish prisoners in the camps here as well,” the woman said. Her voice was sharp. But it was smooth and without accents, as if the sentence had been memorized for a long time.

“Our research institute was tasked with devising a method to limit the prisoners you don't need. By selecting your captives to the research facility, we have come up with a new and useful product. To your army to the utmost.”

The gowns.. Liam thought.

A chill rose from the pit of his stomach and spread to the nape of Liam's neck. Every muscle contracted tightly. An uncomfortable feeling formed in his chest as if he forgot how to breathe for a moment.

“We did.

ZYCLONEB”

The room was completely silent. Voltrep was still. He stared at the two visitors, waiting to continue listening.

“One can can kill more than five hundred people. When exposed to heat The substances inside will evaporate and turn into toxic gas. It has no smell. But its color has the effect of destroying the nervous system and respiratory system. It took about twenty minutes to kill.”

“All the substances have now been transported into the building and it is fully ready for use. As you have generously shared your people to help us transport things today.”

“It will save time and cost. And it can take out so many captives at a time that your guns can't, Mr. Voltrep,” she continued. The file folder was opened and her small hand picked up a piece of paper. and held it in front of the captain.

Luckily, the door blocked Liam from the three people inside because he was already sitting on the ground. All the blood seemed to be pumped out of his body, it was as cold as ice.

Harry..

“Everyone above has given approval for us to open the project, even the leader. Only Mr. Voltrep is left. As long as you sign permission to allow us to open the building, we can transport the prisoners in immediately.”

Voltrep looked at the document and said nothing. His dark eyes flashed with disapproval, but Liam understood that his captain preferred to take action against the captives himself. Voltrep liked to be able to harm and destroy those lives more than killing them by gassing them.

But an ordinary captain does not have the authority to command everything in the camp.

“When is the fastest?”

“Within three days we can have it ready to launch.”

“All the captive documents are with me and I have sorted out the captives I don't need. We must make sure that no one is left behind, starting with all children under twenty years of age. and old people we can no longer use.”

“Then that means you agree.”

A thick hand reached out and picked up a pen and hovered it over the piece of paper for a moment. and down to the tip

“I hope you enjoy your project Mr. Mekele.”

Liam was terrified..literally terrified.

He hurriedly turned around before the two researchers could leave the Captain's office. All the strength seemed to be pumped out of his body. His legs were heavy and his chest was tight.

This meant that the strange building he and Lewis saw today was a giant execution chamber waiting to be opened.

Dragging his feet back to the military dormitory, he stepped up to the dormitory expressionlessly. Sit down on your own bed. All of his thoughts were preoccupied with what he had just heard.

Thousands of Jews are about to be chosen to die..

That child..was chosen to die..

Harry was about to be sent to his death.

Before he knew it, Lewis was standing in front of him and walked in with a rather joyful expression on his face. Greet him with a good-humored tone.

“Hey Liam, well, I didn't say anything at all. I was going to go look for you in the cafeteria first, but I thought you wouldn't be here. I went to investigate and no one has seen that suspicious building besides us. I think— “

“They will kill the captives,” Liam said. The voice is calm.

“..What do you say?” Lewis suddenly stopped. His blue eyes stared at him. Mouth slightly open

“I heard the researchers say to Voltrep, the gowned people came to see him. That building..they are building an execution room.” The words came out of his mouth. Soft as a whisper Liam couldn't meet his friend's eyes and just looked down at the ground.

“It was a gas chamber. The stuff in the crates was poisonous gas. He will kill almost all the captives in this camp.”

Silence creeps in to replace the two, covering the atmosphere around them with discomfort. Liam didn't say anything further. And Lewis was also silent, no one moved. Even the sound of breathing was barely audible.

“We, there's nothing we can do, Liam, just let it go,” his friend said, letting out a long sigh. Liam looked up at the other person who was now leaning against the bedpost across from him. Hands were massaging his own eye sockets.

“That child is about to die..” Liam said, his voice soft and hoarse.

Lewis met his eyes and his expression became grim. Some lips moved to form words. Both eyes stared at him.

“So what can you do, Liam? Whatever you do, don't forget who you are. And what are you insisting on? I'm tired of talking about it. Ever since you met that kid, you've been obsessed with his appearance. You're just focusing on that kid, but don't forget that in the end, one day All Jews Must Die

Sooner or later, that child was going to die one way or another. Either he would die of hunger, he would be beaten, or he would die from being beaten, he would die from a gunshot. And what is the difference between this kind of death?!” From a whisper Now Lewis shouted loudly at Liam.

“I'm worried about you, I don't know how many times I've warned you. But have you ever listened to me, Liam? No! You rushed into a problem that was none of your own. How long have you been stationed here? You've never interacted with anyone besides me, but now you're so interested in that kid that you've forgotten your duties.

Don't think that I don't know what you think of that kid. You are no different from those who go to the brothels!”

A flurry of punches slammed into the other's face, sending him reeling from the force of the punch. Liam took a sharp breath. His right hand was sore from the impact and he stood up. and was standing looking at his best friend holding his cheek

Lewis regained his composure and turned to face him. That indigo glass was cracked by the emotion of the red liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth.

“If that's what you want, Liam Payne.”

With that, his only dear friend turned around and left. Leaving Liam standing alone.

As the dormitory lights went out, Sergeant Major threw himself onto the hard mattress. Lying there, eyes wide open, he stared at the mattress on top of the best friend he had just hurt, thinking of the innocent boy who was about to die.

The war took the lives of many innocent people who had to follow the orders of their overlords who sat on the great throne, filled with wealth and power, but underpinned by the blood of countless innocent people. Hundreds of thousands of people

Those people had never had to suffer a loss but were rewarded with victory and fame even though behind the scenes many soldiers sacrificed their lives for people they had never even seen. and the reward was a bravery medal and a death certificate from the military department.

The lives of many innocent people have been lost because of conflicts between a handful of people. Victory and success cost the blood of people who have nothing to do with it.

Many sins are too serious to pay off. No matter how many lifetimes it is worth, it will not be worth it. The shame that gnawed at his heart, the disgust was too deep to dig out.

A guilt that weighs heavily How many lives has he alone taken? The answer is hundreds. Even though he never wanted to, a gun that once fired cannot be turned back. Pictures of victory in the wars he had been through, pictures of many prisoners of war dying at his hands. The smell of blood still lingered on his hands.

He thought that one day he would get used to it, but he didn't.

Until one day, someone stirred something inside of Liam.

A boy who protects his mother from bad soldiers, a man who isn't afraid to show how much he hates him, a man who is brave enough to defy his guards even though it hurts himself, a man who appears strong on the outside but is actually extremely lonely.

In the midst of darkness and depravity, the fire of courage and sacrifice still shines brightly.

Harry came along and changed Liam.

Liam has learned many things about this boy.

He knew what sacrifice was.

He knows what it's like to love someone..

It's true that Liam is just a soldier. It's true that war takes many lives.

It is true that the execution chamber would have taken the lives of tens of thousands of Jewish prisoners.

But it's not true that Liam can't do anything..

The next day, Liam searched everywhere for Lewis all day but couldn't find him. He couldn't find his best friend no matter where he went. As time passed until the fire was put out that night, the young sergeant found the familiar figure of Lewis sitting with his legs dangling on his usual bed. Liam walked Approach it cautiously.

Lewis saw him and looked away as if he didn't want to pay attention. Liam walked closer, closer until he noticed that the side of his lip had started to swell and turn purple, and Lewis didn't seem to care about it.

“Lou—“

"I know you're not one to give up easily, Liam. You've always been like that. Now, say it and I'll listen," his best friend said in a low, empty voice.

“I..I'm sorry.”

"That's all? You came to say sorry. I don't believe it's all this."

“What do you plan to do, Liam?”

“Waltrep signed approval to start the project in three days, the day after tomorrow. A list of all the prisoners' documents will be sent to separate the selected prisoners from all the prisoners and double check before transporting them into the gas chamber..” Liam said, trying hard to tell the story. calmly Hope Lewis understands this plan.

“So what should I do next? What are you going to do with that list?” Lewis asked him.

“I will replace one prisoner with another. The numbers on his arm will not fool the examiner, and I need your help with this matter.”

Silence spreads Lewis nodded silently and said nothing. Liam waited for all the words to sink in. Precipitated within the heart of a dear friend

Soon, Lewis's eyes widened.

“Are you crazy, Liam? What are you thinking?!” Lewis stood up, staring at him in disbelief. Extremely shocked expression

“Lewis, it's the only way.” Liam said coldly, he had no choice but this. It was the only way to save the other person's life.

“You're crazy, Liam. There's no way, I'll never let you do that!” Lewis shouted, his face turning red. Anger and sorrow clearly flashed in his eyes.

“Please Lu, you are the only one who can help me.”

“Do you know what you're doing, Liam? It's the stupidest thing you could ever imagine. This is crazy.”

“Lou...you have to understand me. It's not just that kid alone. It means what we all used to do, what you and I used to do. We have done a lot of bad things, now it is time for someone to pay for it.”

Lewis froze, still breathing heavily from anger, then closed his eyes. Control your emotions and open your eyes to look at him again, they are glistening with tears welling up in your eyes. His broad shoulders sagged and he trembled slightly as if he was afraid of what Liam thought.

The two of them were silent. No one said anything, nearly a minute of awkward time passed. Finally, Lewis opened his mouth to speak. His voice trembled.

“Did you really think this through, Liam? Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, I really thought about it,” he replied.

“You know that you're my only friend, right? You know that I care about you, but dammit, I've never been able to stop you,” the other said. His voice was slightly nasal and he chuckled in amusement, shaking his head slightly, tears falling from his blue eyes.

“Yes Lu, you are my only friend too.”

“Admit it, you really are the best, what is the plan?” Lewis said and sat down as usual. Liam sat down and looked at his one and only friend. I am so grateful that Lewis understands. I am so grateful that this friend has always been beside him.

Liam begins to share his plans.

“Harry..” A whisper called out to the person in front of him who was lying slumped in a narrow, rancid wood gap. His wavy brown hair was tangled and messy, making it difficult for Lia to find him.

When that person opened his eyes, the light blue eyes met his. His eyes looked strange.

“What are you doing?” the other person asked back, his voice quiet and gloomy.

“Follow me,” Liam said, still whispering softly, his eyes narrowing in fear that anyone would hear.

Without waiting for an answer, he slowly sneaked out of the prisoner dormitory where everyone was asleep and outside the dormitory where today the soldiers on duty were asleep. with a boy following closely behind

Continuing almost to the end of the concentration camp, a long line of electrified barbed wire fences stood tall. Liam said nothing and walked along the wall that separated the inside from the outside world, turning to look behind him from time to time to see if anyone was secretly following him.

“You could have at least told me where we were going,” Harry demanded. But Liam didn't answer. I can only walk on.

Even if there's no light But the moon seemed to favor him. The full moon shone brightly with silver light, illuminating the path for the two of them very well.

When walking to a certain point on the wall Liam suddenly stopped and crouched down. Touch the bush growing at the base of the electric fence. The boy sat down and looked at him curiously.

Liam took a deep breath. Turn to look into the other person's eyes.

“Listen carefully, under this wall Do you see this bush?” A rough hand pointed at the tree in front of him. Its branches spread out and covered the ground until small white flowers appeared all over it.

Gypsophila..

Liam slowly reached for the base of the tree and slowly pulled it out at the bottom. The soft, loose soil is different from the hard subsoil in other areas of the camp. A gaping hole beneath the barbed wire fence was only a foot wide and no more than half a foot high, enough for even the thinnest of people to pass through.

Harry's eyes widened and glowed with surprise and his mouth hung open.

“Listen, tomorrow at this time you will have to go to my office building. My room is on the bottom floor, on the left you will find Lewis waiting there. She must have seen him, listened to him, and followed him carefully. In the room she saw a set of clothes lying around. She had to pick it up and put it on. Don't say it yet!” Liam raised his hand to stop him when the boy started to question him.

“He will bring you here. Look for this gypsophila bush. It is the only one in the entire camp. Behind the fence, this is a tall grass field as you can see. Go straight ahead and there will be a stream. Look for a large oak tree at the end of the meadow. Go there and you will see a sparse forest. Keep going, don't stop. She will cross the Polish border in two days.”

“She will not be caught outside. She can tell people that she is of a different nationality than Jew. Your eye color will help you, believe me.”

“Wait, are you going to let me escape?” Harry said, staring at Liam in disbelief.

“Just do as I say.”

“Then why Lewis, where are you going?”

“Tomorrow is the only chance she can escape, and if I am the one who brings her here, we will become suspicious. Many people among the soldiers are beginning to suspect that I am close to her. They must know what's wrong with Lewis. He never disappointed his superiors. He will be the one to take her away. You can trust him, Harry,” Liam said quickly.

“Then why are you helping me, Liam?” Green eyes looked at him, eyes still smoldering with anger. Liam knew that Harry still hadn't forgiven him for his mother and never would, but for the boy to have followed him this far meant that his anger had subsided somewhat. Or he was so excited that he forgot himself.

“I know you will never forgive me and this is not a request for redemption. I don't make excuses for that, but this is the only thing I want for you. It will never replace what you lost but I beg you. Trust me this time. I won't make the same mistake twice. Please, get out of here.”

Liam had no more words to say than everything he had made was a well thought out decision and he had no doubts about setting Harry free.

Harry remained silent, staring outside at the barbed wire fence. The overgrown grass swayed slightly in the night breeze. Coldness spread everywhere, but it seemed strangely peaceful. Outside this place, outside the hell on earth that has ruined the lives of countless people, freedom..

“Liam..”

"I don't need a thank you or anything but you have to tell me you'll do whatever I tell you, Harry," he pleaded.

"please..."

The boy was stunned for a moment, and a long sigh came from his thin lips. The two pairs of eyes stared into each other.

“I promise.”

Since when, Liam felt tears filling his eyes. His face was hot despite the cold weather. A smile couldn't help but light up.

"Thank you, Harry."

The gloomy atmosphere this morning was strange. Gray clouds spread over Auschwitz II. Sunlight was unable to reach the ground. Howling winds blew dust and smoke from the ground into the air. Everything looked a dull grey.

Captain Voltrep announces that a new project has been approved from above and will be executed as soon as the announcement ends. One company of soldiers is waiting in the rear. The large truck was stationary, the rear cargo area was wide open, ready to transport the captives to their destination.

Many uniformed soldiers trudged through the dormitory and cafeteria. One by one the code numbers of the Jewish prisoners were called out from the ranks and taken away.

The emaciated limbs were dragged out and panicked screams sounded again, fearing where these people would take them. What else will you encounter? But of course there was never an answer from the guards. There was only cruelty in return. The select few were transported onto trucks, crowded together just like the first time they had arrived at this place.

The sound of the engine rumbling beneath the feet of the car as it moved from one stop to another from a tiny hole in the window made it impossible for the captives to guess where they were being transported.

Not long after arriving at their destination, they were taken out of the vehicle again and lined up in front of a strange building, with some soldiers holding sheets of paper at the entrance.

The identification number on the forearm serves as identification. Six digits have been crossed out from the name plate. and was sent inside

Inside the building, they found another group of soldiers waiting for them. All of their clothes had been stripped off and their bodies were bare and gaunt. Whether male or female, their clothing was completely torn off.

Pass through that room. Found a large, low-ceilinged hall with no windows at all. The walls of this room were only rough plaster and an ugly grey.

They were sent in, one by one, until they crowded into the room. There was little air left inside and it was very stuffy. The smell of sweat permeated everywhere. Everyone was wondering what exactly this place was. Why are they locked up together like this?

People started to increase more and more. From tens to hundreds, from hundreds to thousands When the last captives were brought into the room, the hall held nearly two thousand people. The hot steam from the bodies of thousands of humans smoldered inside.

The room door was tightly sealed with rubber that prevented air from leaking out.

Before everyone knows A number of suspicious cans were lowered from the ceiling above and fell to the floor below. It rolled around for a moment before stopping.

Someone picked it up and looked closely at the letters printed on the side of the can.

Suddenly, smoke started pouring out from its lid...

A loud shriek sounded, and the prisoners became frightened by this. and move away from it

Cloudy white smoke spread out around the hall, covering the crowded atmosphere in this room.

They began to feel the weight of their bodies, each breath becoming more and more difficult, their airways constricted and their hearts beating faster and harder.

He already knew what this white smoke was..

The entire room erupted with the screams of many Jews struggling to survive, many of them frantically climbing to the ceiling. Where there's still fresh air left But it turned out to be trampling each other to death.

Many minutes passed. Slowly, one by one, people fell to the ground, writhing and writhing, trying to breathe in air. But it turned out to be accepting poison instead. The floor of the large hall was covered in piles of naked bodies.

There's only one person. Standing still in the midst of fear, his body was not as thin as the other captives. But he looked abnormally fat. His short brown hair was shaved clean.

His expression was strangely calm. There was even a faint smile on his lips.

The red six-digit number on his left arm was as fresh as if it had been stamped recently.

Liam Payne is standing in the gas chamber.

He had his friend Lewis imprint a code on his arm, wound with a hot iron along the skin. He infiltrated the group of captives. To disguise himself as that boy who until now would be walking through the peaceful and safe forest, it wouldn't be long before that boy would be truly free.

Far from the hellish camp.

Far from the cruel shoe factories

Far from his mother's corpse.

It was far from anything that had harmed and destroyed that boy until almost nothing was left of him.

Liam smiles at the idea, he doesn't regret his choice at all. Not at all.

If all these sins were gathered together on him

If all the wrongdoing that everyone has committed could be erased

If one life will be able to pay off the evils of war to some extent

He asked to be the sacrifice himself.

And if there was one life that he could replace

If there was only one life to survive

That person is Harry..

Liam's heart constricted, his lungs unable to take in any more air. The former sergeant collapsed and fell to the ground. crushed on top of the still bodies of the other Jewish captives The air was filled with deadly poisonous gas.

One tear Flowing down from his brown eyes, a wide smile spread across his face.

At least now he had saved someone's life. Someone worthy enough to receive it.

Before his last breath is taken away forever..

In one office, piles of documents lined the desk. A familiar figure stood in front of the work desk, staring intently at the small picture frame above.

Portrait of a brave young sergeant major Standing in full military uniform alongside another sergeant who was holding each other's necks. His face was painted with a wide smile. The expressions on the two people's faces looked extremely happy.

“Goodbye, Liam…”

Lewis Tomlinson said his final goodbyes to his dear friend. and walked out of Liam's office..

In the vast valley A boy with curly brown hair and eyes the color of ocean waves shining in the sunlight. Wandering through the lush green forest, soft sunlight streaming down from the tall trees. A small stream flows on the side.

The cool wind carried the sweet scent of the forest and the boy took a deep breath. A small smile was etched on that face.

The thin figure wore dark green clothes that seemed a little loose. The thick cloth shirt slipped off his thin shoulders. Combat boots that were too big for him looked awkward.

The bright red cloth badge on his left arm was ragged with dirt and mud. The shoulder strap carries the rank of sergeant major. The silver eagle brooch on the chest sparkled in the sunlight..

In front of him was the edge of a large forest, green fields stretching as far as the eye could see. A small wooden house stood. The sweet aroma from the smokestack wafted into his nostrils.

“Thank you, Liam. I really appreciate it.”

Completed

MP’s Talk

Horang is the longest and the most hilarious fiction that has ever been written.

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Hello everyone, I'm Maprang. Do you remember me? I've been gone for a long time. Haha.

First of all, thank you very much to everyone who came to read this crazy fic. Thank you very much. Whether it's people coming in from Twitter. Or wandered in and read. Thank you everyone.

Maprang disappeared for a long time after the last fic update. Now I'm back. Come with this fic that was inspired by, you know...from the Gladiator song! (Gladiator song, but she wrote a Nazi fic, that's for sure)

This fic is almost 60 pages long. I hope it doesn't bore anyone too much haha.

Let's get into the story. From what everyone has read, this fic has a theme of World War II inside the Nazi concentration camp called Auschwitz. We should see what role our three main characters play in the story.

Maprang chose the time when mass murder using gas was invented because it is the first thing that comes to mind when most people think of the word “Nazi.” For Maprang himself, it is the first image that comes to mind.

Actually, this fic isn't difficult to write. It was difficult when looking for information...it took a long time to find everything. Maprang tries to make it look as perfect as possible and if there are any mistakes, I apologize.

Some minor content, such as sending prisoners into the gas chamber. or even the environment in a nursing home Most of the time, Maprang is adapted from reality. To make it softer and more relevant to the story.

Almost all of the supporting characters in the story are characters that Maprang made and are not related to any historical figures at all. Except for the doctor who invented gas.

ZycloneB

That person's real last name.

As for the story of this fic, Maprang has our Liam as the protagonist. It can be seen that Liam is a kind-hearted person. But had to be in a situation where he couldn't choose even though he didn't want to do bad things. But in the end, an order is an order, but Liam is quite a stubborn person. He did what he thought was right and that was Liam's final break from the rules.

Harry represents the little courage and love that was left in the war. He loved his mother so much that he would do anything to make sure that she would be safe. express how he feels What do you think, so Liam likes this kid's bravery?

Lewis doesn't seem to have any role, but Lewis is a person who loves his friends very much. and is worried about Liam in everything, from warning Liam to be careful Liam is forbidden from interfering with Harry, this is all because of Lewis's possessiveness. and cares about Liam the most, but in the end he must let his best friend choose his own path.

What Liam does may seem empty. The killing continued and Auschwitz had no effect. The war will continue for a long time until it ends. But one life that is freed is worth more than anything.

There's been a lot of chatter in the air. In writing this fic, Maprang would like to take this time to mourn the many souls that were sacrificed in wars, no matter when or where. Everyone who lost May they be happy.

Finally, it's been a long time. Thank you to everyone who came to read Matikun. Every writer can be driven by feedback. Whether good or bad, it has a great effect on the writer's mind. (This isn't really asking for anything.)

For people who use Twitter Come read this fic and want to criticize or talk, go ahead and chat at this hashtag.

ExpiateLirry

Or you can go talk to Maprang one-on-one (?) at this account @

maprang_tym

Act name: "Middle Finger Mr. Tomlinson" (Act name can change according to the season)

For this time, goodbye for now. Love you all. Kisses.

thank you

MP.

*refer*

poison gas

ZYCLONE B(

Cyclon B)

The building used to gass Jewish prisoners at Auschwitz II concentration camp. Poland