Here's the last chapter. It's been really fun writing this story and I loved the enthusiasm you guys have given me. Hope you like the ending! I don't own anything I don't own.

While Don interrogated the few surviving Nazi soldiers about where Faust could have possibly gone, the two escapees were in a small house isolated from most of the world. It had been abandoned for some time, vines starting to creep up the foundation from outside. Faust had loaded up his possessions from the camp into the back of the transport vehicle. In the kitchen two plates had been set at a dusty table. Norman trembled with a fork in his hand, the only thing keeping him from running the gun tightly clenched in Faust's hand. The man had adopted a deranged look in his eyes and seemed even more unstable than he'd been before.

"Aren't you going to eat?" he asked Norman, who glanced down at a plate of food that had been stolen from the kitchen that morning. "Sauerbraten and sliced apples always was Dieter's favorite meal."

"Yes, sir," said Norman with a slight nod, forcing himself to take a shaky bite of the dish. It tasted like the meat was far from fresh but he was more worried about a bullet in the head than a stomach virus.

"Before the war we used to live here. Town's not far from here, but far enough, so it was always quiet. Then I got called away to serve. After he died, there was just no reason to come back."

"Why am I here?" Faust gently set down his fork and looked over at the boy.

"I thought I'd show you my home. They were going to take you away; I wasn't going to let them. You're going to stay here with me."

"Sir, I want to go home," Norman whispered, just audible enough to be heard by the officer. "I miss my home."

"You're just a boy; you don't know what's best for you. It's going to be just like it was before. You'll clean this place and I'll make sure that no one ever hurts you in here."

"I'm not your son." There was a slight twitch in Faust's face at that statement.

"Come here, Norman." At first Norman didn't move so Faust repeated, "Come here boy." Reluctantly the kid stood up and walked over to the other side of the table, where he was grabbed and pushed onto the ground. "I want you to clean this floor."

"There's nothing for me to clean it with," protested Norman.

"Then use your hands," Faust hissed. "Or I'll shoot you right now." Norman took off his coat and started scrubbing the floor, though he knew it was impossible. Faust watched beads of sweat form on his forehead with the effort he put into wiping the dust and dirt of years away. It took several minutes for Norman to stop and look back at the man pointed a gun at him with a look of desperation.

"I can't do it." Faust hit him over the head with the butt of the gun, a snarl on his lips.

"You've disappointed me, Norman."

Don drove down the road with a pilfered car, keeping his eye out for Norman. Someone had told him about Faust abandoning his home during the war and how the local people were afraid to go near it because of superstitious reasons. They couldn't give him the exact location but it was supposed to be out of the way. He didn't know what was happening but he knew he couldn't afford to waste any time.

"Come on, where are you?" he asked as if they were right beside him. Finally he saw the transport vehicle come into view. It was on the side of the road, which meant that somewhere near Faust had to have taken Norman. He jumped out of the car and started searching for the house, adrenaline pumping through his veins and sharpening his focus. There wasn't much time.

Norman was barely conscious on the floor of Faust's kitchen. He'd been beaten, bruises forming all over his upper body and bloody saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. As he tried to crawl toward the door Faust grabbed him and pulled him back. The man's hands clenched his shirt and shook him angrily.

"Why do you deserve to go home?" he demanded. "What makes you think you deserve it more than him? He was taken from me, I want him back!"

"I have a dad too," Norman choked out, fearful tears coming from his eyes. "I want to see him again. Please."

"You've been such a good boy, Norman." Faust sat down next to him, holding him close and wiping away his tears. "I don't want the world to take that away from you. I can't watch that happen to you." He got to his feet and looked down at the injured boy, loading his pistol.

"Don't shoot me." There was a crack of a gun, but Norman found himself unscathed. Faust collapsed to the ground, his pistol falling from his mouth. Norman looked at the dead officer and the hole that had been made in the back of his head. He knew that he should've hated Faust, yet somehow he couldn't. All he saw was a man whose life had been ruined by another's choices and couldn't handle the loss of his child. Now he was gone.

"Norman?" Don rushed into the room and pulled Norman up, though the boy was too weak to stand on his own. "Easy, son, you're going to be okay."

"Do we get to go home now, Sarge?"

"I think we do. We can finally go home." He lifted Norman in his arms and carried him out of the house, leaving the body of Faust in his home where it rightfully belonged. Norman fought to stay conscious as Don reached his car and put him in the passenger seat.

"Sarge, are we going to see each other again?"

"I never say goodbye, Norman. I never will." It wasn't long before Norman had drifted off and Don let himself smile, content to let his boy sleep for the ride.

Over three hundred prisoners had died in Faust's camp, only fifty-four survivors being rescued safely. Liberation came on May 1st, 1945. Six days later surrender was signed in France, and the next day signed in Berlin. All five members of the Fury crew were kept in a French army base for two weeks before being cleared to leave. As a plane prepared to take them home for the first time in a while, the open air didn't seem as bad as it once did. The open air seemed clear.

They all got to live, yay! It seems that popular demand has requested a sequel, so we'll see what happens when the boys get back stateside. I don't know how long it will take for me to publish it but I'll try and make it good. Let me know what you thought of the story.