Der Untergang - Chapter 2

WARNING
This story contains Historical Facts from World War II,
such as Nazism, Hitler and 3th Reich.
The content is mainly Fiction and contains characters based on "Hellsing" characters by Kouta Hirano.
I am not sharing opinion and actions of the characters in my story.
I am not a nazi and don't follow Hitlers word.
If you have issues with nazism, I strongly recommend not reading this fanfic.

15 February 1927 ~ Düsseldorf ~ Institution 'Flügel' for homeless childeren

"Einigkeit ..."

These soft words echoed trough the hallway.

"und Recht ..."

Her little, bare feets felt cold on the grey floor.

"und Freiheit ..."

Her pitchblak hair veiled her little eyes.

"für das deutsche Vaterland!"

A cold hammer of colourful words, slamming the lonelyness of that night, crawling upon the dark shadows that covered the huge stone walls. She often wondered how long this hallway actually was, where it went to. What would happen if she 'd reach the end.

"Keine Sorge, Heinrich," whispered the girl. Her eyes were almost closed, small chinks. She was talking to a doll she held in her left hand. As she continued trough the endless hall, the left leg of that Heinrich - doll dragged onto the floor. A fragile sound of long lost grief. The same glass could not be broken twice. Not if it had not been repaired since.

"Danach lasst uns alle streben ...
brüderlich mit Herz und Hand!"

Her voice was getting louder, her right hand shoke permanently as she hauled forward.

"Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit,
sind des Glückes Unterpfand."

The words flew out like dirty dust. Desire for the freedom that stole itself in dark whirlwind of war. She was not sad. Not anymore. She didn't feel happy neither. She was not sure if she could feel anything for that matter. She guessed she did, if only it was curiousity for what lied in the end of this hall. Would it be something joyfull? Would it be agony?

"blüh' im Glanze dieses Glückes,
blühe, deutsches Vaterland."

She halted. Her eyes closed, then opened wide. Her hands felt frozen, her breath felt stolen.

"Lassen Sie uns zusammen gehen, Heinrich," she whispered. She looked at her doll and poked it. The doll was looking like it could start crying any second now. It used to laugh. It laughed all the time. But then she stole that laughter. She did not feel guilty. It was Heinrichs choice. It was either that or not being her friend anymore. But she knew Heinrich loved her too much. She had heared his whispers. All it had to take was a small knife to help it archieve its wishes. She loved helping Heinrich. He was ... he was.

Her toughts were humiliated when a nun appeared in front of her. It was Edith. Always Edith.
"Laufen Sie, Heinrich!" she shouted all of sudden. She threw her doll alway. But it fell. It wanted to stay close to her. She stayed. Heinrich was loyal. She could make him do evrything she wanted. He was ... just. That.
The nun grabbed for her arm. She let her do it. She would never reach the back of the hallway. Each time she tried, Edith found her. Each time she tried, the end seemed to get further away, Edith appeared to get closer to her each time.

"Gehen Sie mit mir," whispered Edith. She did not raise her voice, yet it sounded severe in a way. She knew the little, five years old girl would come with her. Edith had heard her singing. The little girl always sang the same song. Never another song. Always the german anthem, rewritten by Hoffmann, two years ago. Edith could not but wonder how the little girl had learned this song, since the institution had no contact with the outer world.

They arrived at the dormitory. Edith pointed at the bed that belonged to the little girl. She nodded and went over to the bed, hiding in its blank sheets. Edith mumbled something and showed Heinrich. "Bestrafung," whispered Edith. Her voice was chilly and gratingly despicable. The little girl nodded. Edith took Heinrich with her and left the dormitory. The dormitory always smelled bad. But the little girl did not care. She smiled. Heinrich was hers. Hers. Her smile grew and a curly lock of her hair felt in front of her freckled face. Her eyes closed themselves. She could see Heinrichs face in front of her. Little Heinrich, always whining. But, it had been his choice. His and only his. The little girl started laughing. Small, childish, innocent laughter that soon grew to a sick laughter of emptyness. She opened her eyes and gazed in front of her, laughing. Her body shivered as her laughter grew. She felt ... she felt. She loved this moment, she cherished this moment. She hoped Heinrich could hear her laughing voice. Yes, she knew, he heard.

Translation in English
Unity, right and freedom,
for our german homeland.
Let us pursuit for that,
brotherly with hand and heart.
Unity, right and freedom,
are luck its pledge.
Florish in the gloss of luck,
Florish, german homeland.

Keine Sorge, Heinrich = no worries
Laufen Sie, Heinrich = run
Lassen Sie uns zusammen gehen, Heinrich = let us go together
Gehen Sie mit mir = come with me