Hell 1942

Chapter 1

I'd always wondered what my own death would feel like...

1942. Over a year into the war. Funny thing how we all thought this was going to be over with a few weeks after it started. We were wrong though. We were all wrong.

My name is Kyle Broflovski. My family and I are Jews. It all started when we were watching the news one day..

"News. October 21, 1941. Havoc all over Germany and Poland as a new uprising has begun! Leader, Adolf Hitler has now convinced millions of Germans that the gays and Jews are not to be accepted into our utopia. As quoted here; "Didn't the world see, carried on right into the Middle Ages, the same old system of martyrs, torturers, faggots? Of old, it was in the name of Christianity. Today, it's the name of Bolshevism. Yesterday, the instigator was Saul: the instigator today, Mardochai. Saul has changed to St. Paul, and Mardochai into Karl Marx. By exterminating this pest, we shall do humanity a service of which our soldiers have no idea." spoken from the public cult leader, Adolf Hitler himself. And with that, I believe that this ladies and gentleman, is war."

I'm not ashamed to be Jewish. But it's embarrassing, and very terrifying. I mean, sometimes you don't even know if your safe to go to the bathroom without a Nazi breaking through the door, ignoring your exposure, and whisks you away to death. Although, I'd rather die than have to slave away at the concentration camps. That's the worst possible place to be. We watched a video in Mr. Garrison's ninth grade class on the camps. It looked as if no one could even break a hundred pounds. They had these heart stopping "ceremonies" called a "choosing" in which they would randomly select Jews to be sentenced to the gas chamber, and killed. Then, they would haul the dead bodies away to be cremated, and gone forever. They offered very little clothes to them, the mattresses we filled with springs and rocks, or wooden planks. I just pray nothing like that ever happens to my family.

I almost forgot, I never properly introduced myself. As you already know, my name is Kyle and my family is Jewish. I'm fifteen years old. I'm in ninth grade. I live with my mom, Sheila Broflovski, my dad, Gerald Broflovski, and my adopted Canadian brother, Ike Broflovski. We live in a decent sized house in Europe. I have three best friends, Stan Marsh, Kenny McCormick, and the worst of all, the one who I hate more than anything in existence, yet for some reason, I still consider him my best friend, Eric Cartman. Although, we just call him Cartman. The bastard is the most racist person you will ever meet. Of course, he supports the Nazis. He worships Hitler, and I'm sure he does it just to piss me off. We are all in the same grade and have the same class. Class wouldn't be all that bad, if that fucker didn't make all those comments supporting what the Nazis do to Jews. He even wears the Hitler Youth uniform to school and around the neighborhood sometimes. I swear, I'd kick his ass but his mom is really rich, so he always has all the new video games my parents refuse to buy.

Aside from myself though, today, we got some terrible news. Nazis are suppose to be expected to invade Europe. Mom won't stop crying. I'm pretty sure my dad has literally lost all of his sanity because, after flipping over the dinning room table, he crawled into his bed, and has been laying there for five hours repeatedly saying, "Hell has come.." I don't understand exactly what that means, but its really freaking Ike and I out. Although, every one except for me is still sane. Aside from my father, my mother and Ike have been holding each other, crying for the last five hours. I gave up on trying to calm everybody down, so I just ventured up to by room, shutting the door behind me. I peeked out my window only to feel my cheeks burn red with fury. As I look on the street, I see Cartman prancing around, happy as ever, in his Hitler Youth uniform. I find it hard to believe that that immature little fuck is 16 years old. Suddenly, I got this blurry image in my head. I sat there and tried to fixate the image. When it came to, I was terrified. It was and image of me and Cartman sucking faces. I could see out tongues colliding into each other's mouth. I fell back in horror. 'Maybe I'm starting to go insane now as well..' I shook my head and went to lay down on my bed. I literally just layed there for well over two hours, staring at the ceiling, thinking about my possible death that could be happening any moment now.

I honestly wonder why I'm still alive up to this moment. Why wasn't I take away earlier? Why wasn't I mauled by the townspeople? Sometimes I even wish I was dead. I wish they would come kill me. I hate my life. I mean, I'm not attractive. Every time I look in the mirror, I want to cringe. Its the same raggy look every day. Tangled, moppy red hair, pale, freckled skin, scrony arms. I've never really had a girlfriend before. Stan has been dating Wendy Testaburger since the fourth grade. Kenny has a new slut every week. Although, I guess I can feel a little confident since the only girlfriend Cartman has ever had was this prostitute he paid for named Sally Darson who worked for Leopold Scotch, also known as "Butters," when he thought he was a pimp daddy. But anyways, I've never had a real girlfriend. I've never even seen a girl look at me like that. Maybe if I get captured it will be doing everybody a favor...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I fling away from my glare in the mirror. "M-mom?.." I choke out. "M-M-MOM!" I run towards the door only for it to wing open on me and send me flying back onto the floor. Once I have the ability to raise my head again and recollect my vision, I crawl back in horror. There, standing in my door frame, are two Nazis.

"Look! There's another one!" one of the officers points at me. They both come flying at me, yanking me off the floor. I desperately try to scream for help. I scream for my mom. For my dad. For anybody. Although I realize, nobody is going to help me. I'm being taken away. Taken away to die. I squirm around restlessly. This can't be happening. I don't really want to die. Not yet at least. I have a few things I still wanted to do before I die. Like kick Cartman's ass, or play the new Cheesy Poof shooter's game. But then it sinks in and I stop squirming. I'm going to die. I'm literally going to die. They are actually taking me away to my own death. I'm never going to see this house again. I'll be lucky if I even get to see my parents or brother one last time. These bastards are taking me to die for I have done nothing to even deserve to die.

As the throw me out the front door, I look around town to see complete and total chaos. There are Nazis everywhere, breaking into homes, carrying Jews away to box cars. Just then I see Stan huddled up with his family out front of his house. "STAN!" I call his name. "KYLE! NO!" he screams, terrified. He tried to run towards me, but his dad rips him back. I see Stan struggle with every ounce of his body, tears spilling like a faucet, but his dad refuses to let him go. I can't blame him though. If Stan successfully made it over here to try and save me, or even say goodbye, he'd be shot. I catch one last glimpse of him before he disappears behind a formation of Nazis. My next sight makes me sick to my stomach. I see Eric. Eric Cartman. He's taking to one of the Nazis, jumping around with glee, with the most disturbing, sick, twisted smile I have ever seen on him. And trust me, I've seen a lot of his sick twisted smiles in my life time, but this one was the sickest of them all. I know exactly what he's talking to the officer about.

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" I am so raged I managed to break free from the officer's grasp. I sprint towards Cartman and throw my elbow back, clutching my hand to form a fist. Once I'm nearly a foot away from his large body, I swing my hard, colliding clear into his face. I can't tell exactly where I hit him because I'm so pissed my vision is blurred. Next thing I know, I feel a sharp pain in my head as one of the guards knocks me against the head with a club. From there, everything is pitch black.