AN: Last chapter! D: *cries* I tried to not make it corny and stuff...Hope you like it!

"Did you really think that you could fool me with such a simple trick, Cecile?" Landa mocked me, pacing around my soon to be corpse.

Over thinking my situation, I wanted my last words to be something good. I groaned, "Fuck you..." He sent a kick to my stomach, causing me to cough up blood.

"You're nothing more than a traitor. The only reason I sent you on that mission was to rid myself of you." I should have known. How could I be so foolish! I was far to self-centered in the past, to take note on his obscure behavior. Seeing that I was in no condition to reply, although I wanted to, he continued, "I thought that the Basterds would have killed you by now...but it seems that you're working with them now." He knelt down next to me. He yanked me by the hair so that I was looking at him, well barely. My vision was failing on me. Becoming more serious, he demanded, "You're going to tell me exactly what the Basterds are planning tonight. I know that they're here." I'd prove to him that I wasn't a traitor. I refused to betray the Basterds. They were the only ones who genuinely cared about me.

I was already beginning to lose consciousness. I couldn't stay awake any longer. I was past my limits. Right then, sleep seemed heavenly...

Landa's POV

I released Cecile's hair and let her face slam on to the floor when I saw that she was no longer awake. She's caused more trouble than she was worth. When I met her, I was aware that she was different than all of the others, but I didn't realize what in particular was so unique about her. Curse my curiosity. Now I had quite a mess to clean up.

I was unsure what to do with her. Killing her seemed to be too cruel, but it seemed appropriate enough. She was a traitor in more ways than one.

Interrupting my thoughts was the forceful opening of the door. Standing in the doorway was Hugo and behind him was another of the Basterds. If my hunch was correct, he was the one known as 'the little man'. Calmly, I watched Hugo's eyes dart down to Cecile and quickly fill with wrath.

"What have you done!" he hissed. He rushed to her side to examine her while Smithson had a gun pointed at me. I wasn't worried about them even the slightest bit.

"Look what she's done to me," I pointed out referring to my arm. When we both shot, she had hit me just below my shoulder. The blow I gave to her was far more effective, naturally. I was sure that I had more experience with a gun than she did, but that wasn't saying much, on my behalf.

Ignoring my remark, Hugo threatened, "I'll kill you..."

"Please. You're not in any position to do that." I snapped my fingers and two Nazi soldiers entered the small room. Hugo stood up slowly. Already disarming 'the little man', they began to check for any other weapons and finding many.

"Take them to the truck," I instructed, and they obeyed. Another Nazi came to my side. "You take care of this one. She's going to be punished."

Aldo's POV

Bridget and I stood inside the premier while all of the Germans were taking their seats. Cecile had went off with Landa and I couldn't help but to become anxious. I didn't trust him being alone with her. I knew that Cecile was bound to do something stupid. She despised him after all. Her thoughts weren't very logical when she was emotional.

"We should check to see if anything happened," I suggested to Bridget. She narrowed her eyes at me.

"She'll be fine. He has nothing to gain from harming her. She's probably waiting outside right now," Bridget rationalized. I bet she didn't even believe that bull shit. I knew better. When I had that gut feeling, it was almost never wrong.

I said, "I'm going to check really fast." It was likely that I could have died that tonight. Like Donny and Omar, I had explosives wrapped around my ankles. I didn't care what happened to me, but I just needed to ensure Cecile's safety. It would take a great weight off of my shoulders if I knew that she was going to be safe.

"Don't!" Bridget hissed and stalked close behind me. "We must play it safe for a now! You can't let her get in the way!"

In denial, I disagreed. "I'll just take a quick look. I'm not goin' on a wild goose chase for her or anything..." I was tempted to, but I had to get my priorities straight. Bridget did have a point...She stopped following me when I went outside to the lobby. It was deserted. I became suspicious. I paced around anxiously, searching for any clues to where Cecile or Landa may be.

All of a sudden, I was trampled to the ground by about five men. I wouldn't go down without a fight. I tried breaking their grips by thrashing around violently, but it was no use. "You cock suckin', bitch ass mother fuckers!" I hollered while in peril. I felt them pat me down searching for weapons. They got their damn hands on my explosives, knives, and guns. I felt naked without them. If got my hands on them..."Get off me, you dick heads!"

They jerked me up from the ground and began to drag me to an unknown location.

Bridget's POV

I watched Aldo be abducted by a group of Germans. I bit my nail. I warned him that it was risky. Now what was I supposed to do? I wasn't going to go after him. It was far too dangerous. I wasn't willing to risk my life, especially when I couldn't prevent the outcome.

I saw Hans Landa exit the room that he had been with Cecile in. Behind him walked a German soldier, and my eyes widened when I saw that he was carrying Cecile with him. Her arms were tied behind her back and her ankles were tied together. She wasn't struggling, so she must have been passed out. I hid deeper around the corner, fearing that I would be seen and meet the same misfortune as Aldo would. I carefully watched the man go the direction opposite of Landa. What was he planning to do with her? Now I was curious. I couldn't say that I honestly cared what happened to her because I met her not too long ago. Plus, we didn't exactly get off on the right foot.

However, I decided to follow them and investigate. My role in Operation Kino was over. All I had to do was get them in the building, and I had succeeded. I noticed that in her red dress, there was a new shade of crimson in it. That same color was also splattered on her chin. Landa shot her? I felt pity for her. I wasn't very fond of her, but I didn't think that she deserved that. Now I was unsure if she was dead or unconscious. I wasn't about to risk my chances of survival for a girl who was possibly dead.

Aldo's face flashed in my head. Now I felt guilty. It was obvious how much he cared about her. I'm sure he would risk everything to save her. I watched as Cecile and the man got further and further away from me. If I was going to do something, I knew that now was the time. I sighed and decided that I'd just follow to see what they were planning to do to her. If it was too dangerous, then I'd escape without her. There wouldn't be very much I could do for her, due to my leg which was in the bulky cast. I could hardely walk.

Once he reached a small truck, he carelessly dropped her in the back. After he took off, I grabbed a cab that was conveniently in the area. I didn't have money with me, but I'd worry about that later. I told the driver, "Follow that truck. Quickly!" The truck was in the distance and it was getting more difficult to see by the second.

I noticed the driver continuously peaked at me in the back seat through one of his mirrors. I hoped that he wouldn't recognize me. I know that he would want to start a conversation, thus slowing down the car. "You're Bridget von Hammersmark!" he announced. Was anything going to go right for me tonight?

"Yes, it's me," I admitted flashing my teeth quickly.

"Could I have you're autograph? I'm a huge fan! I can't believe you're here!" he exclaimed, beginning to ramble. My theory was correct. He was too busy looking at me, so he gradually showed down. I watched as that truck got further and further away.

"They're getting away!" I cried. "Step on it!"

"You got it." I guess he wanted to stay on my good side, because he went faster than he had been before. "So why are you following them?"

I growled softly to myself. I had to think of some sort of excuse..."They stole my purse!"

Alarm lit up in his eyes. This has potential to work out perfectly for me. "I assure you Bridget, I'll catch them for you!" I didn't think it was possible, but he went even faster. He began to catch up to them, and thought crossed my mind. When we do catch them, what would I be able to do? I could hardly walk. I peered at the driver. Unless...

Aldo's POV

I was being shoved in to a truck by those Nazi bitches. I had just met Landa in person, and quite frankly, he pissed me off. He thought that he was so superior because he managed to kidnap us. I swear, when I got a chance to touch him, he would be dead instantly. Furthermore, it made me even more furious when I imagined Cecile being with him. I knew that they didn't have a solid relationship, but it still made me angry. I couldn't understand what she saw in him. He was a weak, spineless man. It was irritating to imagine her kissing him, and hugging him, but hopefully not more than that. Let's be realistic, of course there was more!

"Aldo? Is that you?" I heard Smithson's voice ask me. He sounded very tentative. I was guessing that like me, there was a black cloth tied tightly around his head, to block his vision. My hands were also tied behind my back with tight rope.

"Yeah," I confirmed and nodded even though he couldn't see it. "Who else is here?"

Hugo's voice called out, "Me."

"What happened to Cecile?" I demanded anxiously. Both of them hesitated. I knew that bad news was awaiting me. "Spit it out!"

Smithson finally explained, "We found her in that room with Landa...She had been shot. She was passed out when when we last saw her. We don't know where she is now..." I felt terrible. I promised that she wouldn't get hurt during this operation.

"God dammit!" I yelled. That didn't make any sense. Why would he have shot her? I doubted that he had anything to gain from harming her, unless...He wanted revenge. Could he have realized that she betrayed him? Now that I think about it, he is clever, he most likely figured it out. "We have to find her!"

"Let's focus on getting ourselves out of this mess first..." Hugo reminded me. That seemed like the easy part. I had no idea where Cecile was. No matter where she was, I hoped that she'd be alive. I'd find her no matter how hard I had to look.

When we reached our destination, the cloth was removed from our heads and I found that the three of us were sitting at a table facing none other than Landa. I felt my blood boil by the sight of him. Our hands were still tied, so I couldn't do anything yet. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see that Smithson and Hugo appeared to be calm, but appearances were deceiving.

Landa grinned looking very accomplished. "I've been waiting a long time to get my hands on all of you." I glared at him.

"What did you do to Cecile?" I hissed darkly.

He stared at me with a dormant expression. Lacking emotion, he said, "Even from your perspective, she's a traitor. Her kind will not be tolerated." He was walking right around the question.

I repeated, "I asked what you did to her..."

"Let's not worry about something so insignificant!" he suggested. "Now. We must discuss our terms of surrender..."

Cecile's POV

I fluttered my eyes open only to find darkness. I attempted to sit up, but it proved to be futile. Aside from my stomach being in pain from moving, I was unable to because my arms were tied behind my back. I began trying to struggle out of the trap, but I found that my ankles were tied tougher as well. I began to scream, but it was muffled. There was a cloth gagging me.

"Don't bother..It's useless..." someone mocked me. I growled at him. I was in a truck and he was taking me to who knows where! One thing I knew was, I didn't want to wait long enough to find out. There had to be a way to get myself out of this mess.

I looked and saw my purse was next to me. With my hands behind me back, I grabbed and fished around for anything that could be of use. The gun was missing, so all that I had in there was Donny's baseball, a stick of gum, and lint. I couldn't use any of this! I scanned the truck for anything that I could use. It was far too dark for me to see anything. I looked up at the driver. There was only one person present, so maybe I could persuade him. If I got the gag off of my mouth, that may work.

The driver glanced at me in the mirror. As if reading my mind, he said, "This is nothing personal. Just a direct order from Landa."

I meant to ask him what this direct order was, but it came out like, "Rmm mmm mmph." He ignored me and kept his eyes on the road. Dammit. I had to think of a new plan. Fast!

Aldo's POV

The three of us basterds were now in the back seat of a small truck with Landa and a Nazi in the front seats. According to our agreement, we had to enter American territories, where they would surrender to us. Our agreement was for it to be known that Landa was working as a double agent all along, and he had a major role in ending the war. Also, he wanted American citizenship, and be granted military rewards. However, in exchange, Omar and Donny will not be stopped, and the operation was still on. The sly son of a bitch. I had to admit one thing though...He was intellegent, yet spineless. He switched sides so carelessly. Which ever side looked more appealing, he was there in an instant. He had no guts.

Now my only worries were concerning Cecile. Landa refused to give me information on her until we we entered American territories. I knew he did something tragic to her, so by the time we reach there, it'll be too late to do anything to help her. Now I was at the point where I was trying to think of ways to live without her. I'd return to Tennessee, and maybe marry a girl around the block. The idea of that made me want to puke. No one else could replace her.

"Stop here," Landa demanded. We all left the truck and stood at the side of the dirt path. Landa instructed the soldier to un-cuff the three of us. He began to give us our weapons back.

"Hand cuff him," Passively, I told Smithson. "My knife..."

Landa placed the blade in my hand. "Isn't handcuffing me a bit drastic?" I marveled down at my large knife. Next to me, Hugo shot the soldier. "Are you insane! I promised that man his life!" Landa cried in a panic.

Ignoring his comment I stepped toward him and made sure that my knife was in his view. His eyes went wide. "Where's Cecile?" I demanded darkly. "And don't you dare lie..."

He stuttered, "S-she's probably at the bottom of a lake by now..."

"You're coming with me to find her! If she's dead, I'll kill you!"

Cecile's POV

The truck came to a slow stop, and I failed to wiggle myself out of this disaster. I became even more nervous when the soldier walked around the truck to the back and opened the door. He grabbed my legs and tried to grab me, but I kicked him in the face with my remaining strength. He stumbled backward, but it didn't have an immense effect on him. He had a mere bloody nose, but that wouldn't stop him. He tried to grab me again, but I put up a fight. I wouldn't give up that easily!

I managed to get the gag off of my mouth and it fell against my neck. I begged, "Please stop! This is a misunderstanding!"

"This will be over faster than you think...Stop struggling," he replied. I could sense that he felt pity for me. I just needed another big push.

"Is Landa making you do this? I could flee this country and he'll think that I'm dead. I could go to Tennessee, and nobody will ever hear from me again..." I moped. Tennessee. You couldn't fathom how much I wanted to be there right now, with Aldo. I'd do anything.

He stopped trying to snatch me for a moment. "As much as I'd like that, I can't. This is a direct order, and I'll be killed if I don't comply." Catching me off guard, he managed to grab me. He held me by the rope tied around my hands.

I looked in the direction he was carrying me and I saw water, and a lot of it. It seemed to be a lake. I didn't want to die here! I wasn't going to let it happen! I did the one thing I could do. I screamed. I screamed at the top of my lungs and I didn't stop no matter how much the Nazi ordered me not to. He slammed me down on the ground by the edge of the water. He went to grab a nearby cement rectangular stone. "Please..." I moaned with tears pouring from my eyes beyond my control.

With another rope, he tied the cement block around my ankle.

"This is nothing but business..." he promised before picking me up and throwing me in to the lake. I don't think it would have made a difference, but I didn't know how to swim. The cement pulled me down very fast. I didn't bother to struggle. Seemed like this was the end for me. I had no trick up my sleeve to save myself. I felt so disappointed that it was going to end like this. I could have done something! There had to be something I could have done to prevent this...

Bridget's POV

After we stealthily caught the truck, I found the Nazi throwing her in to the lake while she was tied up and on top of that, she had a cement block strapped to her. "Shit!" I cursed. At the sight of it, I imagined Aldo's face look torn when I broke the news to him. Filled with guilt, I had to save her. There was still time!

I jumped out of the car with a start. I reached in to my purse and yanked out my gun. Taking him by surprise, I shot him in the leg. My driver ran to my side and demanded, "What are you doing!"

"She's going to die!" I screamed and ran to the water. With my leg weighing me down, my chances of saving her were slim, to none. I turned to my driver, ignoring the Nazi's cries of agony, I asked him, "Can you swim!"

He hesitated, "...Yes"

"Please save her! For me..." I pleaded. I believed that he had a better chance of saving her than I did. He seemed to be in his late twenties, and he was a slim man.

"Okay." He nodded and rushed in the water. I stood there anxiously, keeping an eye on the soldier, only able to hope that he would get to her in time.

Cecile's POV

I couldn't hold my breath any longer. It burned. I gave up and let the water enter my mouth. The only option I had was to wait to die.

Becoming curious of my surroundings, I opened my eyes and saw a shadow moving closer to me. Maybe it was an Angel relieving me from my misery. I looked for wings, but they were missing. A normal man? I bet I was seeing illusions. I didn't bother to get my hopes up. I closed my eyes and ignored it. However, they shot back open when I felt an arm grab mine. He was no mirage. He grabbed both my arms, but he had difficulty lifting me because of the cement. He swan down and untied the rope as quickly as he could, but with some struggle. When it was released from me, we floated to the surface. We both greedily inhaled air.

I was amazed that I had survived. I had to be a cat. Taking a guess, I was probably down to five lives. I was going to thank him, but when I opened my mouth, coughing emerged. I needed to get the water out of my body. The man hustled to get me to land. I looked at the land and I saw Bridget standing there looking petrified. "Cecile!" She ran to my side. The man untied all of the ropes. "Can you breathe?"

I shook my head. Only a small bit. "Hang in there..." she muttered. She sat at my side and started pounding on my chest. I could feel the water in my system flow around, but it didn't come out just yet. It seemed to last forever until the water finally poured out of my mouth. I coughed as I forced myself to sit up.

"Better?" Bridget asked. I was still in shock to see Bridget. She was the last person I expected to save me. I was too distracted by other things to bother asking her why she did it.

I chocked out, "Yeah."

"What happened to everyone?" I asked. She stared at me shakily.

"They took Aldo somewhere. Donny and Omar are still at the cinema. I don't know when it's going to happen. As for Hugo and Smithson, I don't know." she answered.

"We have to find them!" I said drastically.

She glanced at the Nazi soldier who was staring at us skeptically. "I think I have a plan." I watched her as she stomped to him and demanded, "Where did Landa take them? Do you have any way to contact him?"

I barely made out Bridget taking a walkie talkie type of device from him. She looked at me with a triumphant grin, but it faded quickly when she saw the glossy look in my eyes. "We have to get her to a doctor soon, or she might not make it," the man announced. That was comforting to know. I found myself being reunited with that black abyss again.

The next time I awoke, I found myself in what appeared to be a comfortable bed. As my vision began to return, all I could see was white. It seemed angelic. No. I had to be dead, because it was too good to be true. "Cecile?" It was Aldo's voice.

"Aldo?" I murmured. I must have been dead because being with him was like heaven to me. "Did we die?"

He laughed boisterously and opposed, "No, honey. We almost lost you there." I felt his hand gently grazing my stomach. It must have been stitched up and wrapped with gauze. When he moved his hand, I attempted to sit up. Aldo showed his discouragement, but I continued anyway, ignoring the pain. My vision slowly returned to me and I saw Aldo. I saw the white room was lit up by the morning light.

"How long was I out?" I groaned. I looked around the room and saw Hugo, Bridget, and Smithson slouched in chairs around the room. Bridget...I had to thank her later. I was still in disbelief that she did all of that for me.

"A bit over a day," he answered laughing.

"That's wonderful!" I whined, throwing my head back. "So what happened that night?"

"Donny and Omar are...you know..." We both looked down sullenly. "I met Landa too. I heard about what he did to you...Anyway, the good news is, the war is over!"

"No way!" I shrieked! I threw my fist in the air triumphantly. "That's amazing!"

"That's over, but things aren't finished yet. We're going to get revenge on Landa," he vowed. "He's not going to get away with any of this..."

One Month Later...

I stared outside in my backyard at the pond. I was currently in Tennessee. After the war ended, Aldo, Smithson, and I jumped in a plane to America. Smithson went back to his home town. I'm sure his family was relieved to see him. He was lucky to have them. Right now, he's probably working at his father's deli.

As for Bridget and Hugo...They decided to remain in France, and see how the country becomes with the war finished. They were probably together by now. I giggled to myself. I was glad that things worked out for them. Even though Hugo gave up on me fairly easy, I would have felt pity if he ended up alone.

I paced around the deserted home and I marveled at a Donny's baseball that sat on the mantel above a fire place. I would never forget him. I missed him so much.

On the other side of the mantel was a mossy colored jacket hung up on the wall. It had all of the damn Nazi badges on it. It was none other than Landa's. I remember when I got it.

Before Aldo and I left for America, we payed him a visit. We found him at a hotel with another whore. I couldn't begin to describe how happy I was to be rejected by that scum. When the we arrived, the whore left the hotel in a hurry. Even she sensed that we meant business.

I didn't have the guts to kill him, but an arm for an arm, as they say. I shot him in the stomach, the same place he shot me, and we left him there to suffer. No food and no water. I didn't even know if he died from it. Either way, I didn't give a damn. That was enough revenge for me. He probably deserved more, now that I think about all that he put me through.

I was so happy where I was now. With Aldo. We lived in a small home in a tranquil neighborhood. No near death experiences. No Nazi ass holes. This place was pure.

I looked at our mantel and saw few picture frames filled with Aldo and I. Over time there would be so many that we would run out of space. The sun gleamed down on them, leaving a glare. I stared at one in particular, and caught my reflection in one, but I was not the only person I saw. I yelped and began to turn around, but hands wrapped around my waist and held me in place. I felt at ease when I felt Aldo's lips press against my neck gently. I sighed, "You scared me." Aldo's hands moved on to my stomach gently. We were expecting.

"You've got to be more alert. What if I was a Nazi?" he humored. I broke away from him and walked to the kitchen with Aldo trailing behind me.

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Very funny." Aldo had just returned from work and I just finished dinner. I began attempting to make dinner. It wasn't a chef's piece of work, but at least it was edible. I'm sure Aldo wouldn't mind.

As we sat down at the small dinner table, I couldn't help but to grin. I've been yearning for this lifestyle for the longest time. I didn't need a high maitinence way of life to be happy. It didn't make a difference to me if I was poor and hardly making it by. As long as I was with the right person, everything was perfect.

AN: Aaa I can't believe it's the ending! I know that some of u wanted me to do a sequel, but I probably won't. I want to do a story on FictionPress, but after that, I might do a sequel if I can't think of anything else to do. Aaah, this is the last time I get to say it for this story...Please review! :)