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Chapter 5
Blood on the Mop

Levi had to admit, although he was technically a captive of the Germans, and he heard every day how much they despised Jews, his life actually was not all that bad.
He had always found the act of cleaning to be relaxing. There was something about a sterile smell, knowing he was improving a dirty environment, that made him feel good. In their village, his wife had been envied as the woman who never had to do housework. Levi would often say that he merely wanted her to put all focus on cooking the best meal possible.
He missed those days, and sometimes while scrubbing a toilet, he would let his mind drift back. He could almost hear Petra's voice.
"Levi, I think the toilet is clean enough. Unless you want to eat off of it, come to the table. I made lamb chops and used those carrots from Madame Cohen."
The memory was bashed away as his hair was grabbed and his head smashed against the toilet he was washing. Before Levi could react, his head was lifted and thrust down into the soapy water of the bucket he had been using. The lye burned his eyes, and the acrid smell filled his nose. He thrashed around, and suddenly his hair was yanked back up.
He heard laughter now and crude words in German. However, his eyes were blinded from the lye. He reached around, hoping to grab some kind of weapon, but his face was thrust back down. This time, at least his eyes were closed, and he had time to hold his breath. He was held there, and the seconds ticked by with his racing heart. Someone stepped on his flailing hand and crushed his fingers. He screamed, and all the air in his lungs went out. Still, he could not pull up.
Was this how it would end? Drowned in a cleaning bucket?
It could be worse, he thought. It could be the toilet itself.
He was yanked up, and a harsh cough spewed out all the water in his mouth. The attacker let him go so suddenly, he collapsed to the side, still coughing up soapy water. The boot on his hand pulled away, and Levi tucked himself in, cradling the painful fingers.
"Was ist hier los?" What's going on here?
The voice boomed within the lavatory, and the attacker squawked out some answer, pointing down at Levi. He wiped his wet eyes, but they still burned from the lye. Everything was blurry as water dripped from his hair.
"Ah, er ist ein Querulant." Ah, he is a troublemaker.
Levi was still coughing water out of his lungs when his hair was grabbed again. This time, he was yanked straight up, right off the ground, hanging by the hairs slowly being pulled out of his scalp.
"Dafür musst du bestraft werden." For that you must be punished.
Levi was desperate to know what this soldier was saying. In his mind, he was thinking 'Where the hell is Eren when I actually need him?'
His feet were lowered back to the ground, and he stumbled to gain his bearings. His lungs still burned from the lye he had swallowed, and his vision was not coming back yet.
"Er ist eine Nervensäge." He's a pain in the ass.
He heard low, vile chuckling around him, but still he could not see. Then the back of his knees were kicked, and he fell onto all fours.
"Wie ein Tier." Like an animal. The soldier laughed, and the others joined.
Levi felt kicks to his ribs. He blinked out his burning eyes, and finally he saw the nearby mop. He made a lunge for it, but a boot came down onto his spine. Still, he managed to get the wooden handle. Blind but going by sound, he swung the broom around. It hit something, and he heard a sharp yell.
"Judenvieh!" Jewish beast!
Levi aimed for the shouting one and landed another sharp jab with the mop handle. He heard boots to his left and swung in that direction with all of his might, feeling the vibrations of hitting something hard, bony, and by the sound of the victim, he guessed it was the face. He was fighting by pure instincts now, going off from the sounds he heard from his attackers yelling as his blunt weapon landed blow after blinded blow.
"Was macht ihr Idioten denn? Seine Augen sind zu." What are you idiots doing? His eyes are closed.
Levi mapped out the room in his mind and listened for his attackers. The mop was like a sword, and he wielded it expertly. He hit them as they came at him. However, he did not hear one sneaking up behind him, not until a shout just a split second before fists came down onto the back of his skull.
He lost consciousness for what was probably mere seconds and woke up to the feeling of his clothes being torn from his body.
"Judensau," someone yelled in insult. Jewish sow!
Levi tried to struggle, but a boot hit his head. His consciousness swam again, and the blinded world around him swayed out of existence. He found himself hoisted onto his hands and knees, pants gone, aching everywhere.
"Schwuchtel!" Faggot!
Burning pain tore through his anus. The mop handle!
Levi screamed, "Non! Arrêtez!" No! Stop!
It rammed harder, deeper, and he shrieked as his world darkened even more.
Eren knew Levi was on latrine duty, and since he had free time he thought he would go talk to the Jew. He saw a small group just leaving the restrooms huddled together.
"We tell no one about this."
"We should tell the captain. He broke my rib."
"Would you really tell the captain that a Jew beat the shit out of you? We tell no one!"
"We should have killed him. He could tell on us."
"And say what? He can't report us, and we would be humiliated publicly if we reported him. Besides, that's the one they're using as a translator. We can't kill him, but we could kill one of the others."
"Yes, let's find one! I feel like beating the shit out of another Jew."
Eren could not hear most of their conversation, only that these soldiers were trying to hide something. As he walked closer, they finally noticed him, and the soldiers snapped to attention with a salute.
"Herr Leutnant!"
"What's going on?"
"Just leaving the latrine, Herr Leutnant."
Eren's eyes narrowed. These young men were beaten up, one was leaning oddly to the side, another had a bruise coming up on his face.
"Stay out of trouble," he warned, and he continued on.
"Uh, Herr Leutnant," one in the group yelled. "You shouldn't go in there. There's a Jew cleaning it."
"I'm aware of that," said Eren.
One of them whispered, "Shit, we need to get out of here." The soldiers fled in a hurry.
Eren watched, disturbed by their behavior. Then he realized what it must mean.
"Levi," he whispered.
He ran into the restroom and saw Levi on the ground in a puddle of blood. He was trying to move, but his arms kept giving out. Eren raced to his side.
"Levi!"
He looked around, blindly trying to see. "Jäger?"
"What the hell happened?"
Levi's eyes were burned pink, his hand was swelling up from being crushed, his face was already puffing out, and his pants were saturated in blood.
"I … slipped. I got lye in my eyes. It's nothing."
"Like hell this is nothing!"
Just then, he got a glimpse of the mop with blood on the handle. He looked back down and saw the bleeding from Levi's pants.
"Mein Gott." He shivered as he realized what those fleeing soldiers must have done. "Ich werde sie aus dieser Welt vertreiben und ausrotten. Das schwöre ich. Jeden Einzelnen von ihnen." I'll kill them all. I swear. Every single one of them.
"Takhshet," Levi said weakly, looking ready to pass out. "Le sol … the floor … it needs to be cleaned."
Eren put his hand on Levi's head. "I will clean it. Don't move."
"No, I—"
"If you move around too much, you'll spread the blood. We should get you out. Can you stand?"
Levi gave a weary sigh, but he nodded. "I can do what I must."
It took a few minutes to slowly get Levi onto his feet, and he buried his mouth down into Eren's uniform to mute out screams of pain. Eren hugged onto him, supporting his whole weight.
"Es wird alles gut. It will be all right."
Levi breathed laboriously, but he managed to stay on his feet. Still, Eren saw the blood seeping down his leg. Not good!
"Clean," Levi seethed between clenched teeth. "Must be clean, or someone will get punished. I can't … I can't allow anyone to be punished."
"I'll clean it," Eren said soothingly. "You need to stand outside and out of sight."
He held onto Levi, walking him slowly, until they were nearly in the sunlight. Then Levi harshly pushed him aside.
"At least I can keep my dignity," he said sharply. "Don't keep me waiting."
Eren knew it was more than pride. If others saw him assisting a Jew to that extent, his arms wrapped around this prisoner, he could get reprimanded.
Eren rushed back inside. He took the bloodied mop with disgust, realizing what those soldiers must have done with this. He committed their faces to memory. He was going to teach them a lesson they would not soon forget!
He cleaned the mop handle, then mopped up the blood. He tried to hurry for Levi's sake, but he also made sure the job was thorough. If it was less than perfect, Levi or some of the other Jews could get in trouble for laziness.
Once done, he put all the supplies away and came back outside. Levi was in an alley, leaning back against the brick wall in the shadows. He heard boots coming and looked in that general direction. Still, everything was a blur.
"Takhshet?"
"It's clean, a job even my mother would have been proud of."
Levi smiled, just for a second, before cringing. "I … can't make it. Not like this. I can't go that far. Merde, ça fait mal!" Damn, it hurts!
Eren looked at the alley and saw it was a good hiding place. The army had stacked boxes farther in. Eren went over and saw there was enough room between the boxes and the alley wall for a man as small as Levi to squeeze in.
"Over here." He yanked Levi's arm around his shoulder and pulled him along. Eren was larger and did not fit, but Levi managed to squeeze between the space. "Stay here until tonight. That was your last chore, right?"
"There is … roll-call."
"I will take the duty of roll-call, and we'll sneak you back down tonight. I'll simply tell anyone who questions that I was bored and beat you up."
Levi laughed, but the jostling pained his ribs and buttocks.
"Lie down. Try not to move. Did they tear you badly inside?"
"They were cowards. They could have done much worse than poke me in the arse a few times."
By the bleeding, Eren doubted it was as simple as Levi claimed. "I can't do much until nightfall."
Levi nodded, wavering closer to unconsciousness. "I … owe you … again."
Eren stretched his hand past the boxes and stroked Levi's black hair. "You owe me nothing. Now, sleep. I will be back with food."
Levi was disturbed by how comforting that petting hand felt. After such disgusting humiliation, he felt sobs bubbling up by the tender human touch.
"Eren," he whispered.
He smiled to hear Levi use his first name for the very first time. His fingers continued to comb through the dark hair. "Jetzt geh schlafen, mein Lieber."
Levi vaguely wondered what those words meant, but sleep freed him from curiosity as well as pain.
"I'm sorry for calling you out so late for a patient like this."
"You say you found him like this?"
"Yes. His body was dumped behind an alley. We need him to translate for us, and the captain expects him to help with an interrogation the day after tomorrow."
"I'm not sure he should be moving that soon. It was a delicate operation. I will need to check on him tomorrow."
"Please inform me first so I can speak with him, keep him calm. We need him to be useful, not dead."
Levi struggled out of the haze of sleep. "Où suis-je?" Where am I?
A hand rested on his head, large and warm. "Sleep some more. You're under medication."
The doctor beside him sighed. "We really should get a more reliable translator."
"Tell that to Berlin," Eren snapped irritably. "He is what we have to use for now."
"If we need him alive, I don't mind, even if he is a Jew. You should get rest as well, Herr Leutnant. Thank you for acting as my assistant."
"I'd rather not waste more German resources on this matter."
"Hah! True, true. A shame we need him alive. He would have been dead by morning, otherwise."
"Sadly, we do need him for a little bit longer." Then Eren added sternly, "Your discretion is highly advised."
"Understood, Herr Leutnant."
"Vielen Dank, Herr Doktor." Thank you very much, sir doctor.
Levi heard movements as the doctor left. His eyes were still blurry, but he saw a silhouette by the light of a lantern.
"Eren?"
The comforting hand was back on his hair. "There was a puddle of blood all around you when I came back, and you were not waking up. I thought you said you were not torn inside."
"They were just weak—"
"You could have died!" he bellowed, and his voice echoed through the dungeon. Eren realized dark eyes were looking at him in the low light, so he dropped his voice to a whisper. "You required an operation to heal a tear in your colon. You must take a drink to make your stool soft while you heal. The doctor will have to keep checking on you, at least for a few days, to see how you are recovering." Eren sighed and racked his fingers through the black hair. "Verdammt! You really are a handful."
Levi's eyes closed to the gentle feel of petting and the dizziness of anesthesia. "You … saved my life?"
Eren shrugged petulantly. "Something like that, I suppose."
Levi let out a soft, bitter laugh.
"What's funny? You almost died! Don't laugh about that."
"You saved my life," he said quietly, gazing up at the ceiling. "The one thing I could not do for others, and you do it so easily for an enemy like me."
"Do you think that was easy? I had to help him perform the operation since everyone else is asleep. I've been staring at your butthole for nearly an hour."
Levi laughed again, although the movement pained him.
"Well, at least you can find humor in this," Eren mumbled. "The doctor said your eyes are damaged from the lye, but they should heal in a day or two. He left eye drops for you to use. If you are questioned, say you did not see your attackers."
"That's the truth. They sneaked up behind me. My head was dunked in lye water before I had a chance to see anything."
"Good, that will help with your story. I know who did it, though. I've already dealt with them."
Levi turned his gaze over, although it was still fuzzy. "Dealt with them? How?"
"I got very high marks in school for what the English call kickboxing. The one whose rib you broke? I broke three more."
Levi chortled softly, although his face showed he wanted to outright laugh. "Takhshet, you are insane."
"That may be true," he said, and his hand went back down, threading through Levi's hair.
Levi glared up. "Don't touch me."
Eren yanked back in surprise.
"We agreed. Do what you have to in order to survive. Coddling me, fighting my battles, bringing a doctor: these things will not go well for you. Stop it, whatever it is you're trying to do by all this. Someone will get the wrong idea about you."
Eren looked away with a hurt expression. "Wrong idea? I don't even know what you mean. We need you alive and able to translate."
"Then keep me alive, but watch yourself."
He sneered and tightened his hands into fists. "I hate this war. More and more, I'm hating all of it. Fighting an enemy, that's one thing. Doing … that, though! Disgusting! What sort of boys were those Scheißkerle? They must have been hated back home. Trust me, Germans do not do that to people. They are … Arschlöcher und beschissene Wichser. Verdammt, I'm so mad I can't even translate!"
Levi just looked at him with weary eyes. "That anger means you are human, nothing more."
Eren looked frustrated. "I'm not expected to be a mere human. As a German officer and an Aryan, I'm expected to be more, Übermensch, a super-man."
"You've made it this far," Levi said quietly, "and you've obviously done well enough to gain recognition."
Eren looked down at him. "Is that praise coming from you?"
"Shut up. Go sleep. You look like shit."
Eren wondered what time it was. Definitely after midnight. "There is a bottle of Rizinusöl under the cot and a little cup. Fill the cup to the brim and drink it before you eat in the morning. You'll have diarrhea, but that is necessary for the first day or two."
"What the hell is Rizinusöl?"
Eren searched for an English word in his head but came up with nothing. He showed him the bottle. Levi opened it, sniffed the thick oil inside, and pulled away at the smell.
"Huile de castor. Castor oil. Great," he groaned.
"He said it'll help, at least until you heal inside."
"Understood." He handed the bottle back and flopped onto the bed, glaring ahead while Eren closed the bottle and set it under the cot again. Levi's eyes slid over to the young soldier. "Thank you for rescuing me. And thanks for dealing with those pigs."
Eren reached over and put his hand on Levi's head. "Anything for you."
His eyes narrowed. "What the hell do you mean by that?"
"Nothing," Eren muttered with a distant smile.
"Shit," he grumbled, hating the warmth in his heart. He swatted Eren's hand away. "Get the hell out so I can fall back to sleep, takhshet."
Eren stood, let himself out of the cell, and locked the door behind him. Then he strode out of the dungeon.
A tall man named Moses called over from his cell. "C'est un homme bon." He's a nice guy.
"Oui … et cela le perdra." Yes … and it will be his downfall.
Levi closed his eyes, but his scalp still tingled from the gentle touches of Eren's hand.
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HOW HITLER CAME TO POWER
Adolf Hitler was born in Austria but was allowed to fight with Germany during WWI. After the war, he was recruited by the Army's Political Department (Press and News Bureau) where he developed his oratory skills. He was later appointed as an intelligence agent to infiltrate the Deutsche Arbeiterpartei, or DAP (German Worker's Party). Normally, enlisted army personnel were not allowed to join political parties, but given that he was supposed to infiltrate, he was allowed to join and attend DAP meetings.
Rather than simply spy on them, Hitler embraced their views. He used the speaking skills he developed in the Press and News Bureau to give speeches in beer halls, promoting Aryan superiority and ranting against the Jews.
In 1919, his powerful speaking attracted the attention of a founder of the DAP, German playwright Dietrich Eckart. Eckart was a father figure to the DAP youths, and Hitler called him "the spiritual founder of Nazism." Eckart believed in a German Messiah who would redeem Germany after its defeat in World War I. After hearing the passion in Hitler's speeches, Eckart believed he was that messianic figure.
Eckart took Hitler under his wing, became his mentor, and used his fame to introduce the young man to influential people all across Germany. In letters, Eckart encouraged Hitler to use violence as a means to an end, ranted about the evils of Jewish people in German society, and compared him to the hero of his play Peer Gynt who slaughters the trolls (whom he wrote as a bluntly obvious Jewish allegory). Much like creating a character for one of his plays, Eckart helped Hitler to sculpt his "persona." In just two years, Hitler became the leader of the Nazi Party, taking on the title of Führer (leader). Eckart died in 1923, never living to see his messiah turn into a monster.
Hitler originally opposed using the word "socialist" in their party name, yet the DAP wanted to add it to appeal to left-wing workers, and they voted to change their name to Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei. For short, they called their party … NAZI.
Hitler's beer hall speeches became notorious. He drew massive crowds around Bavaria, where he used the political unrest to attempt a coup. He failed and was imprisoned for nine months, emerging with a book he wrote called Mein Kampf.
Taking Eckart's suggestion of using violence to achieve his goals, Hitler helped to set up the Sturmabteilung, "Storm Troopers", called the SA or "Brownshirts." This paramilitary group clashed frequently throughout Germany, creating fear and a sense of social instability which Hitler used, embracing that "German Messiah" persona Eckart cultivated in him by claiming only he could calm things down.
It worked. In just ten years, the Nazi Party went from a mere 100 antisemitic men to the second largest political party in Germany.
In 1932, Hitler decided to run for president. 84-year-old Paul von Hindenburg was persuaded to run for re-election in order to stop the rising Nazi Party. Hindenburg won, but under pressure from his advisors, he chose Hitler as his Chancellor (like a Prime Minister).
Over in the Reichstag (Parliament), the Nazis made a sweeping victory, becoming the largest party to hold power. This meant that future-Nazi-war-criminal Hermann Göring became President of the Reichstag. Göring used the civil unrest created by his own party to establish harsher rules for "acts of political violence." Many Brownshirts were arrested. Hitler was their lawyer and got them life in prison rather than a death sentence. (He would later pardon them all.)
Four weeks after Hitler was sworn in as Chancellor, the Reichstag building was set on fire. The Nazis alleged that the arsonist was part of a Communist conspiracy to seize power, while the Communists alleged that this was a Nazi conspiracy to blame the crime on them. The court held the entire German Communist Party responsible and declared that membership itself was treason.
In response to the fire, Hitler convinced President Hindenburg to create the Reichstag Fire Decree. In the name of "social stability," the decree suspended key civil liberties, including freedom of the press, freedom of expression, habeas corpus, the right of free association and public assembly, and the secrecy of the post and telephone.
This was just five days before the March 1933 election. Hitler used the Reichstag Fire Decree to suppress publications not considered "friendly" to the Nazi cause. Coupled with the court's decision, there were massive arrests of anyone associated with communism. The day after the 1933 election, all 81 German Communist Party members who won seats in the Reichstag were arrested, as well as many Social Democrat representatives, effectively wiping out the biggest political opponent to the Nazi Party.
Less than a month later, Hitler went before the Reichstag and requested the Enabling Act. This granting the Chancellor (Hitler himself) the power to enact legislation, including laws that altered the constitution, without parliamentary consent. Using the fact that all 81 Communist members and many Social Democrats had been arrested, while other Social Democrats fled into exile to avoid arrest, Göring used his authority as President of the Reichstag to change the rules of procedure, lowered the number of votes needed, which made it easier to pass the bill. Also, Hitler took many Brownshirts with him while addressing the Reichstag, which intimidated the representatives. Although all remaining Social Democrats voted against the Enabling Act, it still passed, and the Reichstag was reduced to a powerless platform.
With Nazis rising to dominate German politics, the SA "Brownshirts" began to demand more military power. This worried the army as well as the leaders of the Nazi Party. Hitler no longer trusted the SA, preferring the racially pure and elite trained Schutzstaffel (SS), headed by Heinrich Himmler, who would later be known as "the Architect of the Holocaust." Göring and Himmler began to make a list of SA leaders to be exterminated, bartering between themselves, handing over one member for the life of a friend. They convinced Hitler to face the SA leadership himself in order to make a swift, merciless strike.
This was called the Night of the Long Knives, purging troublemakers in the SA, anti-fascists, key members of the police and military, and any remaining political opponents. It was carried out by the SS under Himmler and the Gestapo under Göring, and resulted in around 1000 deaths. This massacre was declared to be an act of political self-defense against an impending coup, and it was applauded by both the military and President Hindenburg. Many Germans believed the propaganda that Hitler had saved Germany from chaos, while others were appalled by how easily their fellow Germans accepted such brutal bloodshed.
That summer, President Hindenburg's health was failing. On August 1st, with his new power to create laws without a Parliament vote, Hitler passed a law allowing the Chancellor to take over the duties of the President if the President were to die in office. The next day, Hindenburg died. That same day, Hitler made the soldiers of the Wehrmacht take the "Führereid or Eid auf den Führer," Oath to the Leader, or the Hitler Oath, swearing allegiance "to the Leader of the German Empire and people, Adolf Hitler, supreme commander of the armed forces." He took on the title "Führer und Reichskanzler" (Leader and Chancellor), combining the two offices into one.
One month later, Germany held elections for the Reichstag, except that instead of being able to vote for multiple parties, voters were given a single list of candidates, all of them pro-Nazi, with a question of whether the voter approved of the list or not. Voters were threatened with severe reprisal if they didn't vote or dared to vote no. There would not be another multi-party election in a unified Germany until 1990.
In a completely legal and—admittedly—brilliant series of political moves, Hitler seized power as both Chancellor and President, and he became the legal dictator of Germany.
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