Dawn Redemption

When Noah slowly got out of the car, Fein didn't seem to be as excited as he thought.

Finn thought he would not see him again until at least the New Year was over, when the snow melted.He even thought it would be nice if Noah never came back.I can have time to slowly forget some things that I can't touch anyway.

Noah hasn't changed at all, maybe because his past has been vicissitudes enough.Finn helped him close the car door, the two of them didn't speak to each other, they didn't even make eye contact, but at the same time they turned and entered the house that was still gray and silent in the heavy snow.

Finn had many questions to ask, but remained silent after all.After swallowing for a while, I realized that it was not necessary at all.

He is his own officer, so he naturally doesn't need to know about him.

Finn opens the office door for Noah.During these days, the acting commander did not use the house, but everything in the office was spotless, even the charcoal in the fireplace was neatly stacked.It's just that Noah didn't seem to care about these details, and of course, when Finn endured the sleepy supervisor who stayed up all night with a straight face and even cleaned with the Jews, he didn't expect him to care.

Noah walked to the desk, tapped the clean table with his knuckles, and was silent for a while.At that moment, Fein suddenly really hoped that he could be aware of what he was doing, but Noah just turned to him and said, "I still have some things to deal with, you should go to the concentration camp first. I haven't done anything these days." I can do my duty, and I want to see it tomorrow.”

"Okay, sir." Fein nodded expressionlessly, but the moment he turned around, there was a little loneliness in his eyes.

Many prisoners froze to death this winter.

When the dry and emaciated corpses were transported to the cremator in piles, and the remnants of life finally turned into a plume of thick black smoke in the fluttering snowflakes, Finn couldn't bear it, but he was powerless to do anything, and even scolded him as always. Those who take time off from work if only to rub their frozen hands.

While giving orders, he felt that he was no different from those corpses, that he should have been one of them, cold and helpless.

The soldiers took advantage of the gaps and hid under the eaves to avoid the feathery snow. They caught a glimpse of Finn's dark uniform in the distance, dotted between the gray and white sky, and he walked alone on the snowy wasteland.

Twilight Quadruple.

The snow still didn't stop, and it was even more dazzling under the darkening sky.

At the other end of the concentration camp, a car horn sounded, cruelly cutting through the silent silence.Finn frowned slightly, standing alone on the empty wasteland covered by thick snow.

He walked aimlessly by the factory.There was an unbearable stench mixed with gasoline and rubber from the huge house, but he didn't care at all, as if even his senses had been frozen by the drifting snow.Such a state is not bad for him, like a walking corpse wandering around the edge of the world, with no disturbing thoughts, everything is corroded and worn away.

The same factory buildings are neatly arranged, and the straight roads stretch out between the houses. There is no end in sight amidst the disorder of the snowflakes, and it seems to lead infinitely to another pure white world.

He walked forward along the main road, turned his head to look by chance, and saw two figures faintly behind the curtain made of snow.

At this point in time, work should have already been over, and there should be no prisoners left in the factory area.Finn walked a little faster, and as the distance shortened, the figures of the two men kissing became more and more clear.At the intersection of the trails, two bodies wrapped in blue and white striped prison uniforms were tightly attached to each other.The sky was quiet and the snowflakes were flying. For a moment, Finn felt that he was a little redundant. What he wanted to do most at the moment was to walk away without saying a word, which made him unbelievable.

Before Finn could turn around in the future, his existence was discovered by those two people.They let go of each other quickly, their faces turning a lifeless gray.Fein felt a little at a loss. The taller man among them took a few steps closer, his outstretched arms trembling uncontrollably:

"Sir...sir..." He had a desperate expression, his sunken eyes were like corpses, "Sir...please...pass us..."

The disgust that disappeared before came back to Fein's mind with the man's begging begging. He avoided the man's hand in disgust, raised his jaw and said contemptuously, "Excuse me? Why?"

He waited with interest for the man's next reaction, like playing with a freshly caught prey.At the same time, he glanced at the other man. He seemed to want to come over and hold his lover's shoulders, but the tall man's body suddenly collapsed, splashing a snowflake and then settled down.

Finn looked at the man kneeling in front of him, his indifferent icy blue eyes were covered by drooping eyelashes.

The brim and neckline of his black hat were gradually dyed gray by the wind and snow, and then slowly melted, forming a deeper black.

"Please..." The man's body was shaking like a sieve from the cold or fear, "You...you can deal with me, but... please let him go..."

"Kill me……"

"Kill you?..." Finn walked into him, glanced sideways at the frightened man behind him, and hesitated for a moment.He suddenly raised his leg and kicked the kneeling man to the ground.The other person hurriedly wanted to come forward to help, but Finn gave him a glare, and that person stopped in place, not daring to move.

There are huge factories arranged like a checkerboard grid, staring at them like silent black monsters, and the cold wind mixed with snow flakes whistles through the criss-cross gaps.

The man's fallen body was quickly covered with a thin layer of snow.

Finn looked at these two people, and the disgust and aroused resentment in his heart suddenly turned into endless sadness.

"Ha...hahahahahahahaha!" Fein suddenly laughed out loud, his exquisite facial features distorted into a strange expression, but there was no smile in his eyes.He arched his back laughing at the two bewildered people on the snow, but suddenly his laughter stopped abruptly, and he landed on the man again.

He pulled out the pistol from the holster and opened the safety, with a trace of madness in his eyes: "Don't you want to die? Come on!"

The trigger was pulled, and the man behind covered his face in despair.

However, only the cold wind poured into his fingers and eardrums.

Finn's brows tightened, and he pulled the trigger again. There was only a "click" and "click" sound in the barrel, and the jammed bullet did not burst out of the barrel and shoot into the man's head.He squeezed the trigger more and more hastily, and finally threw the gun hard to the ground, embedded in the thick snow with a "poof".

"Ugh!..." Finn kicked the man hard again, and he finally couldn't help crying out in pain.Finn straightened the hat that was tilted due to too much movement, condescendingly, and raised his voice: "You are a man, and you actually like a man. Why don't you die?" He kicked the man in the stomach again: "You You should have died! You still don’t know how to repent when you arrive at this place?”

The man rolled, covering his head with his arms, and Finn kicked his body hard, causing unbearable pain.

"Coward! You are not as good as a woman now, and you still have a man?" Finn's golden hair was a little scattered in front of his forehead, "You have the ability to stand up and kill yourself! Bastard! What face do you have to live?" What? You can't even protect yourself, what else do you want to do for others?"

He grabbed the man by the collar and threw him heavily to the ground.Completely lost control of emotions, venting, attacking, roaring like an angry beast.It’s just that every word he uttered was like a dagger, cutting open his scarred heart again, and memories emerged with the blood. His thoughts, desires, and admiration were soaked in blood, like a demon screaming, falling Into the bottomless hell.

The wailing man in front of him seemed to be becoming himself.His body was bruised and bruised, and he was ruthlessly tortured by the world. He wanted to die but didn't dare to do it. He lived in the pale world that had excluded him for a long time.

The arrogance in Fein's eyes became even stronger: "Who do you think can save you! Coward!" Following the shout, he stomped heavily on the man's face.There was a crisp sound of the bridge of the nose breaking, crackling, crackling, the hot blood hit the ice crystals on the ground, melted with the soon-melted snow water and penetrated into the depths of the snow.The blood twisted into a red ribbon, pulsating on the snow as if it had a pulse.

"Do you think you can change anything?" Finn lowered his hoarse voice.His shoulders were already drenched with melted snow, but he didn't feel the slightest chill.On the contrary, the only thing that can protect his cold heart is this still warm body.

Finn raised his head, and the little man who had been hiding behind also noticed that Finn was watching him.He trembled, as if he wanted to move closer to his lover, but he still stood there without moving. His trembling legs might have lost feeling and could not move.

Fein felt that this person seemed to have his own shadow.I have never been like him, without any support, powerlessly placed in the vast world.No one is an island, but his island is so small that people will forget it inadvertently, so he can only support his body to face all the wind and waves that he knows he can't reverse.

The man in front of him was like a comrade in arms.The fear of Finn in his eyes is like the fear of Finn in this world.They must all suffer bullying alone, like an antelope chased by a pack of wolves and left behind by their kin.But Fein had already lost any sympathy and pity for himself, let alone this strange man.

"Hey." Finn's whisper made him shiver.His hair was drenched with snow water, dripping from the condensed strands of hair, looking very embarrassed. "I said." Fein walked gently to his side, and suddenly grabbed his neck with only a little force, "How about you, die instead of him?"

Seeing the man trembling so much that he couldn't even speak, Finn felt a shivering sense of comfort.

Yes, that's how it should be.

We have all been abandoned by this world long ago, alone.I thought I could do something to reverse it, but time and time again, I was overturned by the heavy fate and lived forever, with no one to save me.

Finn squeezed his strength and grabbed the man's neck, as if he felt the pleasure of killing the unbearable self in his body.

A strange smile gradually appeared on his face, but this smile quickly condensed on his fair face.

He stared blankly, the man with blood on his face moved, crawled and turned around, dragging out a long pale bloodstain.

"You..." The man's voice was hoarse, the bridge of his nose was bent and collapsed, and the nosebleed was still dripping down, "You, don't touch him."

Finn's body shook, and his hands lost strength.A cold feeling of being neglected, abandoned, and betrayed quickly spread to the whole body.For a few seconds, he just stood there motionless, quietly watching the man who had escaped his control run towards his lover.The sound of stepping on the snow was crisp and immediately carried away by the wind.

Finn closed his eyes, and there was no expression on his ice-like face.

He raised his hand to take off his hat, paused, and threw his hands on the ground.

The short, neat blond hair was quickly tousled by the cold wind.

He opened his eyes and approached the two men step by step.

Eyes full of boundless wind and snow.

The author has something to say:

There are various meetings to be held every day

really fulfilling