Felix clung onto Cel, not caring that they had met 3 minutes earlier. He shut his eyes and tried to calm down. Who knows how different;y it could have gone if he hadn't met up with Cel. Already, he had come dangerously close to death, his parents already in that state. He couldn't bear to think about that, it was to much for him.
He panted heavily but tried to quiet down when he heard footsteps outside. They got louder and louder until finally whoever was there turned in the other direction and walked away. Cel let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Felix's eyes were still shut tight, but he also let out a breath. Starting to relax a little, he leaned a bit more into Cel. He was still gripping the other's hand from running before. His head leaned back, hitting the wall of the barn.
He was aware that they were still holding hands, though he didn't seem to mind, and closed his eyes. The support from Felix was exactly what he needed right then, now that his parents were dead he would probably be the only person he could lean on. He made a silent promise to stay with Felix for as long as possible.
"W-what do we do now?" Felix asked opening his eyes slowly and looking at Cel. He had never expected this to happen to his little town. It was so out of the way that it didn't even show up on most maps.
"I…I don't know." He admitted. "I don't…really…have a home to go back to anymore. The town isn't safe either, I don't think." He imagined the little town, his father's bakery and the square where he and his friends played as children…what would happen to it?
"Me neither… It probably won't be safe for a while yeah…" Felix remembered the sound of his parents hitting the floor, tears quickly welled in his eyes. He gulped back the sob that was bound to come eventually.
Cel remembered his little sister Zytka. Zytka had only been seven years old when she was yanked off the street in the middle of playing by a Nazi. This had only been yesterday. They had thrown her in a truck with a bunch of other children and drove off. A tear trickled down his cheek at the memory and, though he tried to hold it back, let out a quiet sob.
Felix turned his head slightly to look at Cel. Even though it had been small, it broke him. His tears started streaming down his face. He ended up curling closer to Cel. His older brother had left to fight in the war almost two months earlier. Who knew how he was or even if he was still alive.
After a while, the tears stopped flowing. Cel sniffed and wiped his eyes on his shirt. He could hear something outside. "There's someone here," he whispered, and let out a small scream when they started pounding on the door.
Felix covered Cel's mouth, biting his own lip so that he wouldn't do the same. He attempted to stay still, he did start shaking though. There was just one bad thing after another.
"Open door, Jewish rats!" It was a man's voice, he seemed about forty and very angry, and he didn't speak very good Polish. "Or I will burn!" Cel knew that he definitely meant that he will burn down the shed, with them inside. Cel pried Felix's hand off of his mouth and fumbled around in the hay for a potential way out. Nothing. He glanced at Felix. "What do we do?" He mouthed.
Felix hurriedly scanned the shed for something, anything. He didn't see anything and looked back at Cel. He shrugged a worried look on his face. He let got of Cel and stood up. He did find a crowbar, he held it up, another shrug.
"Great!" He mouthed, grabbing the crowbar and prying a board of wood from the wall. He pried another off, making a big enough hole to crawl through, and turned to Felix, putting a finger over his lips, and crawled through the hole.
Felix nodded and quickly crawled out through the hole. He waited for Cel to do the same, before grabbing his hand again and sprinting away. Things would definitely never go back to normal, and this was just the beginning of it all.
The sound of angry shouting only made him run faster. He clutched Felix's hand for dear life as they sped off through a field full of hay bales and grazing cows. How he wished he was a cow right now. Not a care in the world. All there is to think about is eating grass. And mooing. He pulled Felix behind a large pile of hay and let out a sigh.
Felix stayed close to Cel, not wanting to leave his side, which he definitely won't be doing anytime soon. They were in this together. Felix let out a shaky breath as the smell of smoke filled his nose. The farmer must have started burning the shed.
"That… was close," Cel murmured quietly. "That was great that… You found that crowbar. You saved us both." A smile curled at his lips as he spoke between pants.
Felix nodded. "It was… we're going to stick together, right? We would both be pretty dead if we hadn't met each other…"
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