Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2010 22:29:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: nick parmelee <rock_fan89@yahoo.com>
Subject: Michael and Colin Part 1

Autors note This story is based on fiction. It does contain some
violence/abusive situations and sexual acts between teenagers. If you are
against this, then turn back and go to another story(this applies if you
are against same sex intimate relations). I do no support in any way any
form of abuse. If you feel that someone you know is being abused, bring it
to the proper authorities or talk to them about it. If it is illegal to
read this, then don't . Otherwise, enjoy. This material is copyrighted
2010.

Michael and Colin Part 1: Prologue

Berlin spring 1946

Peter and Michael Reinhart had moved with their mother shortly after the
death of their father to Munich to escape the Soviet Union. Soon after
their mother, Alison, had been diagnosed with cancer. Michael had recently
wanted to learn English for a reason his mother didn't know. But since he
had insisted, Alison had set him up with a tutor to help. His personal
reasons stemmed from a friend, Jonathan, that Peter had made that spoke
English and German in order to help Peter communicate with some of the
troops that didn't speak German. But Michael had a feeling that they were a
little more than just friends, based on the noises coming from Peter's
room. A few times, he had woken up to moaning and other various noises.

One night, when Alison had gone to the local butcher, Michael asked Peter,
"What were you and your friend, David doing last night?"

"Nothing. Why do you ask?" replied Peter.

"Because I heard noises coming from your room and the tone wasn't just
yours."

"You're probably dreaming Michael"

"Whatever. If you're doing what I think you are doing, you know for one mom
wouldn't approve nor would the Furher if he was still around."

Michael went back to his room to finish studying for the yearly project due
at the end of the school year. He hated them and didn't really see a point
in school but went only to please his mother. Shortly after, their mother
came home from the store. Michaels ears perked when he heard the door open
and ran in to help. He wondered what was for dinner. Today was Peters
birthday and was hoping she bought something good, not that her cooking
wasn't good was just tired of soup and other simple things. To his
astonishment, she had bought a lamb to roast. As it was cooking, Peter
piped up in the kitchen and asked, "What smells good?"

"It's a surprise" said their mother.

Michael turned around and smiled and went to his bedroom to retrieve his
brother's gift. He had framed his brothers rank and medals along with a
picture of him in his war uniform with his name engraved on it. he grabbed
a shoebox and wrapped it in old newspaper.

At dinner, everyone mostly ate in silence. Alison asked Peter "did you have
any luck finding a job?"

Peter looked at his plate and shook his head. "Mother did you?"

She replied with a hopeful smile and said, "the local bakery is hiring and
I applied there today"

Michael not yet old enough to work being only 11, replied "Peter, maybe you
can sign up for the military. You are old enough and you have experience
with a gun."

"True" said Peter. "And, David said that there's construction help needed
so maybe his uncle can pull something off."

When it was time to have Peters cake and him to open gifts, Michael took
off to retrieve his gift. As Peter started to open the item he sensed it
was a bit heavy. When he saw the front of frame, he was speechless. In the
frame were all his various service medals and his last rank that he was
promoted to along with various pictures of him in uniform and surrounded by
fellow comrades and a picture of his entire. company. Then at the bottom he
saw a metal plate engraved with the words, Sturmfurher (Assualt leader)
Peter Reinhart, 12th SS Panzer Division. Peter started to remember some of
his best comrades and friends from the war and choked back some tears. He
said thank you grabbed the few gifts that were given to him and went to his
room.

As Peter was putting away his gifts of clothes and his frame, Michael
walked in. Peter looked at him and gave him a hug.

He asked "Where did you find the money for this?"

"I had to help out various people and some of the American troops" Michael
looked at the floor.

"Michael, Im not mad. I don't know how father would've felt about it
though. Who was it may I ask?"

"2nd Lieutenant Thompson"

Peter thought to himself. He realized that must've been his friends' dad.

Peter wanted Jonathan there with him on his birthday. He was starting to
like Jonathan more than just a friend and knew that during the war, if you
liked the same sex you were sent to the camps. Peter took off out of the
house and told his mom he was going for a walk. Peter went to a small
restaurant where the food reminded him of his grandmothers cooking. He saw
Mr Thompson and Jonathan. He got up and walked towards them.

Mr Thompson looked up from his dinner. "May I help you?"

"Sir, I want to thank you for what have done for me and family. Between
Jonathans teaching and your generous offer to my brother however he
obtained it, I grateful" Peter said in broken and his best English.

Mr Thompson stared at Peter trying to remember who he was. Then he
remembered. "Sit down young man, I want to talk to you for a minute."

Peter sat down wondering what was to be said.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Peter sir"

"Well Peter, it seems that ever since you and Jonathan here met, he seems
happier. Not sure what you did or said but im glad my sons not depressive
anymore from what it seems."

Jonathan smiled and felt his ears turn pink.

"I was wondering if you and your family would like to stay for dinner
sometime."

"That be nice but mother may have other plans"

"What of your dad?"

" Father dead" Peter felt a tear roll down his cheek

"May I ask what happened?"

Jonathan kicked his dad for bringing it up.

Peter sighed. "He was killed near the bakery He was coming home with bread
for the evening"

"Any idea who?"

"Not really sir"

"Could you maybe describe him?"

"My height, maybe a little bigger more muscle than Jonathan light bronze
eyes brownish hair"

"Do you mean hazel?"

"I guess"

"Hmm...was it ever brought to the authorities?"

"No sir"

Peter realized he had been gripping Jonathans fork and had bent the
prongs. He put the fork in the garbage.

"Well, I think you should probably head home and we should as well. Good
night Peter.

Good night Mr Thompson. Sir, wondering if Jonathan could stay the night at
my home.

"Peter, call me Mark, and yes he may stay with you tonight only because
it's the weekend.

"Yes sir thank you"

Jonathan and Peter walked back to Peters house and Mark went home.



End of Part One

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