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Lessons in Humanity	By : Cytopath Category: G through L > Inglourious Basterds Views: 2780 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Inglorious Basterds is owned by Quintin Tarantino, Universal Studios, and their affiliates. Donny "The Bear Jew" Donowitz belongs to Eli Roth because he just effing owned that character.

Warning: this fic will get DARK. As in: rape, mass genocide, and other such inhumane things that happen during war; along with various amounts of gratuitous violence.

If anyone wishes to volunteer to beta this fic, then please feel free to contact me.

The start of spring promised parties, romance, and new beginnings for young Adelle Weiss. It was late March, 1945 and the French countryside was blooming. Everything was green and all kinds of lovely pastels. The young German girl enjoyed the scenery as they whizzed by in a brand new Mercedes.

Even after such a long ride from Germany, Adelle was still excited to be going to Paris. She was visiting her father to meet up with him after being separated for so long. There were still several days left in her journey but she enjoyed the scenery. She's spent the last couple years cooped up in the best finishing school that Germany had to offer. Her father, Heinrich Weiss, was an important man within the Third Reich. He was part of The Fuhrer's entourage and a close friend of Col. Hans Landa; which explained the three car motorcade to escort her to Paris. Adelle knew that the war was still going on, but she was assured repeatedly by her father and the radio that the end and their success were imminent.

Adelle couldn't be happier in her new tailored cream dress, included in her entirely new wardrobe her father bought her as an eighteenth birthday present. Along with several new formal dresses she couldn't wait to wear. The social season was about to start in Paris and she was invited to all the best parties. Her father even has a proper coming out party planned that she was denied at sixteen due to the war.

Adelle understood because she knew her father was an important person and that the German people needed him. Besides, who could ask for a better debut than one in Paris? Sure it's late, but now it's in the romance capital of the world. She could just picture herself strolling down the street with a handsome new beau, the Eiffel tower in the background at night, and everything all aglow on a perfect starry night. Perhaps even getting her first kiss! Oh she hoped Paris was everything she imagined it to be.

Her father let her in on a secret. The famed war hero, Fredrick Zoller, was to star in his own movie about his exploits during the war. She had met him a few times when her father visited her in Germany sporadically in the last two years.

Frederick is ever the gentleman and any proper German girl would be proud to have him call on her. Not only is he a war hero, he's from a good and pure German family and terribly handsome. One of Adelle's greatest hopes would be that Frederick would ask her father if he could court her. Her father had such hopes too, as he feels that it would be a very good match.

Adelle sighed as she thought about romantic strolls along the rue Champ de Mars. The man of her dreams was Zoller, but she could see herself with any German of good breeding. Getting married and starting a family was what good German girls did; Adelle wanted nothing more than to be a good German girl. When she was younger she wanted to take care of animals but her father disapproved. Said it wasn't dignified and below her station. She wanted to make her papa proud; she owed it to him for taking such good care of her.

"It was a foolish dream anyway. Who has ever heard of a female veterinarian?" she thought a little sadly to herself. She stilled love animals though. "Perhaps when I get married, my husband will let me have a dog."

Heinrich Weiss was a caring and loving father to his daughter. He did everything in his power to keep the horrors of the war away from her. He secluded her to the best boarding school Germany had to offer with strict orders not to let her hear or read unless it was approved by the Nazi Propaganda Committee. After her mother died giving birth to her, Adelle was the only thing that he had left of his late wife.

So Adelle was blissfully unaware, as most German women were, of the horrors that went on around them.

In her hands Adelle read one of the last of the many letters that her father wrote her.

My Precious little Edelweiss,

Adelle always smiled at her father's pet name for her.

I hope you are as excited about coming to Paris as I am. I know I have been unfair to you all these years by denying you a proper debutant party. But I shall make it up to you this coming social season. All the high ranking military men and their families will pass through Paris throughout the summer so you shall meet many fine suitors. You have turned out to be a fine lovely young woman and any of them will be lucky to have you. I know you have inquired about young Fredrick Zoller in your previous letters and I can't tell you how happy that makes me. He is a good man and good soldier. I have it on good authority that he will be filming with Reichminister Goebbels this spring about his heroics during the war. The movie shall premier sometime in the summer and we are invited, along with other prominent members of the Third Reich.

I have spared no expense for your arrival. I know that you might be a little overwhelmed with the security I've provided, but you are my only daughter and I'll do anything to protect you. Nothing to worry about though, the war is going in our favor and soon we shall be victorious.

I cannot wait to see you. Mind your escorts, be a good girl, and have a safe journey.

Love

Your papa,

Heinrich Weiss

Adelle was buzzing with happiness. She usually was when reading letters from her father; she hasn't seen him in almost six months. As she folded up the letter and put it in her purse, the latest fashion from Paris from her loving father, she looked to the front seat of her car. There was the driver, a personal guard from the army, along with her chaperone. Miss Heidi Wagner was a plump strict over seer who always made sure Adelle was dressed perfectly, minded her manners, etc…At eighteen, Adelle felt she was too old for a nanny but knew that her father worried about her to no end. Though when she gets to Paris she is sure she'll be rid of the tyrant. Adelle hoped for a proper chaperone for when she was being courted, she is a lady after all. Perhaps a native French woman who would talk of the latest fashions and all the available French gentlemen if she's not satisfied with the German men her father introduces to her.

Adelle let out a small giggle at the thought but stopped when her severe caretaker gave her a hard look. Adelle did not like Frau Wegner and wished she'd just kiss off. When the nanny looked back at the road ahead of her, Adelle rebelled by rolling her eyes and smiling again.

It was warm, so she had the window opened, and took pleasure in the wild flower scented air. The cool breeze felt nice as the afternoon sun shown down upon her. She leaned against the car door with her arm across the window sill, chin resting on her forearm. She lost herself in the fantasy of a great summer in Paris. For a moment, she was content and serene.

Adelle's serenity was short lived because the next second she heard sharp pinging noises and breaking glass. Ms. Wegner's screams followed and the next thing she knew her car veered off the road and into the side banks.

Adelle lurched forward from the force of the crash and hit her head on the front seat. Before she blacked out she saw dark figures surrounding her car.

Moments before…

The Basterds stood armed and ready for action as they usually were; but this was a special day. Normally they caught Nazi's, got some info, tortured them a bit, and then killed them in as brutal fashion as they possibly could. Save one to tag and let go to spread the word of the Basterds.

Today was different. They had gotten intel about some kind of motorcade with high security a week ago. Not exactly sure what's the cargo, only that it's "precious." They knew that Herr Weiss was going out of his way to bring something from Germany to Paris. Weiss was notorious for stealing valuables from the Jews during the initial round ups. He's also very close to the Col. they called the "Jew Hunter."

Whatever is in that motorcade, the Basterds wanted it. They've spread their terror now they want to work on some havoc. If they could stick it to one of Hitler's inner circle then that'd be a major win for the Allies. Weiss wasn't just a thief he was also a proprietor of an arms factory for the Third Reich. It's said that his company is thriving using Jewish slave labor in concentration camps.

Knowing this just started a black rage within Staff Sgt. Donny "The Bear Jew "Donowitz. He couldn't wait to get a hold of the Nazi's and let them feel the broad side of his bat. He preferred his slugger over any other mode of killing those sons o' bitches. It was about throwing his whole body into the kill. More than just squeezing a trigger; more than just ammunition tearing little holes in their body and causing them to bleed out. No, Donny wanted more than that, needed more than that. He needed his enemy to feel the wrath and strength of the Jewish people erupt from his core, travel through his body, and out through his bat. Donny wanted to damage them beyond all repair. No doctor would be able to save them from blunt trauma. No sutures, no cauterizing, no tourniquets. Just pieces of shattered bone, spilt blood, and tenderized flesh. No coming back from that.

Sometimes he even uses his bare hands, but that doesn't satisfy him as much as using his bat. There are several signatures on his weapon, each from members of the Jewish community where he grew up. They knew exactly what he was going to use the bat for, even though he hadn't told them. He is on a covert mission after all.

But they recognized the darkness in Donny, they had it in themselves. They were glad to sign the bat and be a part of that collective rage. While they couldn't physically be there to achieve retribution for those fallen at the hands of Nazis, they supported what Donny was going to do.

When Donny used his bat, it wasn't just his wrath killing the Nazis. It was everyone who signed the slugger.

He held his trusty Winchester speed shotgun in his right hand and slugger in his left. Just because he preferred his bat to kill Nazi's, doesn't mean he's opposed to using guns at all. Especially if it would slow down the oncoming motorcade they were waiting to arrive.

Donny wasn't one to be trigger happy but he'd definitely be called swing happy. He was buzzing with the anticipation of the kill. He kept squeezing his bat, just waiting for the order to swing. Donny always waited for his orders from Lt. Aldo Raine. Not only was he the commanding officer, but if Donny was left to choose he'd just start swinging without asking questions. While Aldo would never seriously chew him out for killing some no good Nazi, they did need to keep some alive long enough to gain information that could let the Basterds live longer to kill more Nazis. So Donny waited, body humming with the urge to kill.

No matter how many times he's killed a Nazi and taken their scalp, it never seems like enough. He knows thousands of his fellow Jews are being killed by the dozens. Reports of death camps and other atrocities just fuel his rage. Rage, not just against the Nazis for killing his people, but rage against this helpless feeling that overwhelms him at times. Helpless that he's not stopping the war. While he kills a handful of Nazis every day with his fellow Basterds, the Nazis are killing his people by the dozen. Donny sometimes feels that he's not doing enough to help his people. He's enraged that a country would do this to his people simply for existing. His kills satisfy his rage for a while, but it's never enough. And he has to do it all over again the next day.

That's ok though. He loved his job.

That dark rage might be satisfied only for a short time, but that satisfaction is ecstasy. Hearing the crunch of a Gestapo's skill as his slugger hit, seeing the blood splatter onto the ground, cleaning the pieces that's left on his bat, all things that make the rage and helplessness go away. It's all released in one cathartic act and all was right in the world. It's not just a release that he experiences, but a joy. He knows the less Nazis in the world would make it a better place.

Donny gave a small twisted smirk that reflected his dark thought.

What was he there for, if not to make the world a better place?
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