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kh_drabbleChallenge: [222] Historical AU
Title: Checkpoint
Word Count: 498
Notes: Takes place in about the mid-1980s I guess. That's historical enough, right? = p A bit more explanation (and translations) at the bottom. I'm not sure I'm too happy with how this turned out, so concrit is very much welcome (as are corrections to my grammar- I'm revising for my finals, so need all the help I can get XD).
Axel had never been one for small spaces. He’d always been too energetic, too lively to deal well with being cooped up- barriers just made him edgy, nervous even when little else did.
Ironic then that he would voluntarily put himself here- beg for it even, plead to be crammed in here for what could have been hours and could have been days. The darkness was thick behind his closed eyelids. The sides pressed tightly against his feet, knees, head. His neck was cramping and his right arm had long since gone to sleep underneath him, and when he thought about how close the top was to his shoulder, he realised just how little oxygen there was and then all of a sudden there were the first coils of hysteria unfurling through his chest and it was all for nothing anyway and-
Breathe. He forced himself to inhale as deeply as he dared and let it back out again. There was no turning back now. He tried to melt into the car around him, to become one with each bump and sway it made-
-until all of a sudden it was still.
He could hear voices, just faintly, and hoped that he really was invisible by now, because it was all over if they discovered him at this point. His heart was hammering against his ribs-he couldn’t help the slight smirk, remembering the claims that he didn’t have one, and why did he have to act this way, and couldn’t he just be content and not attract trouble- so fiercely that he was almost certain they’d hear. How could they not, in this dragging moment, hear every thought speeding through his head?
He could picture it all. The guards requesting papers. A frown crossing a face, suspicion sparking in their eyes, a demand to take a closer look at the vehicle and then-
The end.
But then there was movement. Voices. The world stirred around him and then jolted forward. He hardly dared hope.
It carried on. He lay there, trying not to hope, trying not to think of small spaces and all that lay behind, trying to just concentrate on the movement.
It could have been hours or days before the car halted again, bringing with it the thudding in his chest. A door opened and suddenly the ceiling was ripped away, and it took a few long moments of stunned blinking to realise the figure above him was speaking.
“-aufstehen. Für ein Moment. Dann müssen wir weiter fahren.”
Almost on autopilot he clambered and stumbled up from the hollow under the back seat and out of the car, steadied by his rescuer- a short man with unruly blonde hair and piercing eyes- as he looked around. Night was melting into morning and the sun was rising over the east behind them.
The other man smiled up at him. “Willkommen im Westen.”
Such wide, open space around them.
For the first time, Axel felt relief. He smiled.
--
This was inspired by a visit to Checkpoint Charlie in Berlin and the stories about various methods of escape to get over the border, one of which was hiding under the backseat of a car. If you ever visit Berlin, definitely go there- it's really interesting.
Translations:
"-get up. For a moment. Then we have to drive further."
"Welcome to the west."
Title: Checkpoint
Word Count: 498
Notes: Takes place in about the mid-1980s I guess. That's historical enough, right? = p A bit more explanation (and translations) at the bottom. I'm not sure I'm too happy with how this turned out, so concrit is very much welcome (as are corrections to my grammar- I'm revising for my finals, so need all the help I can get XD).
Axel had never been one for small spaces. He’d always been too energetic, too lively to deal well with being cooped up- barriers just made him edgy, nervous even when little else did.
Ironic then that he would voluntarily put himself here- beg for it even, plead to be crammed in here for what could have been hours and could have been days. The darkness was thick behind his closed eyelids. The sides pressed tightly against his feet, knees, head. His neck was cramping and his right arm had long since gone to sleep underneath him, and when he thought about how close the top was to his shoulder, he realised just how little oxygen there was and then all of a sudden there were the first coils of hysteria unfurling through his chest and it was all for nothing anyway and-
Breathe. He forced himself to inhale as deeply as he dared and let it back out again. There was no turning back now. He tried to melt into the car around him, to become one with each bump and sway it made-
-until all of a sudden it was still.
He could hear voices, just faintly, and hoped that he really was invisible by now, because it was all over if they discovered him at this point. His heart was hammering against his ribs-he couldn’t help the slight smirk, remembering the claims that he didn’t have one, and why did he have to act this way, and couldn’t he just be content and not attract trouble- so fiercely that he was almost certain they’d hear. How could they not, in this dragging moment, hear every thought speeding through his head?
He could picture it all. The guards requesting papers. A frown crossing a face, suspicion sparking in their eyes, a demand to take a closer look at the vehicle and then-
The end.
But then there was movement. Voices. The world stirred around him and then jolted forward. He hardly dared hope.
It carried on. He lay there, trying not to hope, trying not to think of small spaces and all that lay behind, trying to just concentrate on the movement.
It could have been hours or days before the car halted again, bringing with it the thudding in his chest. A door opened and suddenly the ceiling was ripped away, and it took a few long moments of stunned blinking to realise the figure above him was speaking.
“-aufstehen. Für ein Moment. Dann müssen wir weiter fahren.”
Almost on autopilot he clambered and stumbled up from the hollow under the back seat and out of the car, steadied by his rescuer- a short man with unruly blonde hair and piercing eyes- as he looked around. Night was melting into morning and the sun was rising over the east behind them.
The other man smiled up at him. “Willkommen im Westen.”
Such wide, open space around them.
For the first time, Axel felt relief. He smiled.
--
This was inspired by a visit to Checkpoint Charlie in Berlin and the stories about various methods of escape to get over the border, one of which was hiding under the backseat of a car. If you ever visit Berlin, definitely go there- it's really interesting.
Translations:
"-get up. For a moment. Then we have to drive further."
"Welcome to the west."
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Date: 2010-04-04 06:49 pm (UTC)That's so creative, I would've never thought to put a KH character in such a situation. I can't help imagining Axel talking like an Easterner and it makes my insides squirm but I can't help grinning ~
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Date: 2010-04-04 07:49 pm (UTC)(And of course, Roxas got a cameo XD)
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Date: 2010-04-05 11:11 am (UTC)(OF COURSE he got one. Say, do you know any new Akuroku fics that are recommendable?)
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Date: 2010-04-09 11:31 am (UTC)(Sadly, no. = ( I've been so caught up with finals I haven't had much chance to read/write fic lately. If I do find anything though, I'll be sure to tell you!)
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