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Der Meißel der Seele	By : Wertiyurae Category: G through L > Hogan's Heroes Views: 1600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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His hands were still shaking. Klink shut the office door behind him and leaned against it, feeling drained. For a while, it had seemed that, in spite of the stress he felt, Roll Call wasn’t going to go as badly as he’d feared. Even though he’d imagined that he could feel the prisoner’s eyes on him, he hadn’t noticed anyone actually paying him any undue attention - no one except for Colonel Hogan.
He frowned, recalling all too clearly the way he’d reacted when he’d realized that the American had been watching him. Alarmed was not quite a strong enough word. Hogan wasn’t a man that Klink felt he could trust at the best of times - it was always difficult for him to guess what was going through the Senior POW’s mind if he could manage it at all - and this was not the best of times in any sense of the phrase.
To put it simply, Hogan was an enigma, one that Klink had tried and failed to puzzle out on many occasions. Despite his smiles and easy-going personality, it seemed as though there was a layer under that - maybe several. There was something dangerous about him and being the center of his attention was no something that made Klink distinctly uneasy. Something about that gaze -
He rubbed his face, frustrated with himself. Afraid of his staff, afraid of the prisoners, afraid of General Adler - what was next, his own shadow? The General was the only one he should be afraid of, had a reason to be afraid of, and he couldn’t understand why he suddenly felt so suspicious of everyone else.
Before General Adler came along, he’d never seen any sign of any man wanting what the General had wanted from him. Had taken from him. He’d never given the idea any thought at all - never had to. But now? Now, it was as though he was surrounded by deviants; he was seeing that certain suspicious look everywhere.
Klink knew, even as fear overtook him those times when he imagined being leered at, that it was just his imagination. That no one was sizing him up the way General Adler had But it didn’t seem to matter how many times he told himself that he was being foolish and paranoid; he simply could not make himself believe it.
After hanging up his hat and coat, he looked around the office. It was difficult to be here: there were too many disturbing (and vivid) memories that were far too close to the surface. If he had his druthers, he didn’t think that he’d ever set foot in this place again.
Unfortunately, that was not his choice to make. He couldn’t keep hiding in his quarters no matter how much he wanted to. He had responsibilities to fulfill. He had a job to do and he planned on doing it - after what he’d given up to protect himself from the Gestapo, the last thing he wanted to do was get in trouble with Berlin over something like missing paperwork.
And maybe, he thought as he went to sit behind his desk, I’ll be able to get my mind off of things for a while. That would be nice but, staring at the papers in front of him, he didn’t think it would be likely. Never mind the fact that just being in this room was making him feel sick, he doubted that the paperwork would be interesting enough to provide much of a distraction if he managed to focus on it at all.

A knock on the door jarred him from his thoughts and he jerked at the unexpected sound. He shook his head in disgust - scared of noises now? He was truly pathetic. He felt even more pathetic when the door opened to reveal Fraulein Hilda. Afraid of his secretary? Now his day was complete!
He was so involved with his self-loathing that it took him several seconds to realize that she’d said something that gave him every right to be afraid. “What did you say?” he asked, hoping that he’d heard her wrong.
He hadn’t. “General Adler is here to see you, Kommandant.”
It took him a moment to remember how to breathe again. Klink had known that he’d have to deal with the General sooner or later (the way the man had talked the night before about ‘next time’ left no doubt in his mind) but he hadn’t expected it to be so soon! He wasn’t ready for this, facing him now - facing him ever - but he knew just as certainly that he didn’t have the option of turning the General away until he was.
Oh, he could try and it might work for a short while, however, he had no doubts that he’d end up paying for it later. General Adler would see to that. And there was no doubt in his mind that the General would enjoy making him pay.
Klink shuddered at the thought before turning his attention back to Fraulein Hilda. “Show him in,” he managed at last, pleased that he didn’t sound as close to panic as he was.
Although, if the sudden look of concern on his secretary’s face was any indication, he probably hadn’t been able to hide his feelings as well as he’d believed. “Yes, sir.”
Too quickly, General Adler replaced her in the doorway. Once he shut the door and locked it behind him, he turned and stared for several moments. Then he fixed Klink with a disapproving frown. “Well, aren’t you going to salute me, Colonel?”
For an instant, Klink entertained the hope that maybe the General had come to discuss something that didn’t involve what had happened the night before - the fact that he’d had called him by rank rather than by name lent some credence to the idea - then he noticed the undisguised glee in the General’s eyes and he realized that this was just another game. Just another opportunity for General Adler to humiliate him.
Klink was frankly surprised at the burst of anger that surged through him at the realization. He would have thought that he’d been through enough humiliations that one more would hardly make a difference. Unfortunately, as mad as he felt, he knew that he couldn’t afford to lose his temper. What the General might do if he gave into his feelings wasn’t something that he wanted to imagine.
Besides, he thought with more than a little self-contempt what was the point of trying to fight back this late in the game?
Slowly, stiffly, he stood at attention and saluted, waiting impatiently for the salute to be returned so the General could do whatever he’d come here to do. The only comfort Klink had was that General Adler wouldn’t be able to repeat what he’d done last night now - at least, he hoped that the man would have enough sense not to try when there was a greater risk of being caught.
However, rather than returning the salute right away, the General only smiled beatifically. “That’s more like it, Colonel.” Then he put his hands behind his back and started a slow circuit around the office, much like he had the day before but without the urgency. He didn’t appear to be looking for anything specific; he was just wandering around.
Probably just wants to make me wait, Klink decided. Honestly, he didn’t completely mind; he wasn’t looking forward to finding out what this meeting was going to be about - not that it was terribly hard to guess.
Finally, General Adler sat, looking cheerful and satisfied. “Sit, sit, Colonel. There’s no need for all this formality,” he said, apparently forgetting that he was the one who demanded a salute in the first place. “I want you to be comfortable.”
There was a part of Klink that was very annoyed at not receiving a return salute - even a quick, non-heartfelt one (such as he usually received from General Burkhalter) would have sufficed. Another part of him wondered why on Earth he cared about something as petty as Military protocol at a time like this. Most of him, however, was busy trying not to laugh incredulously at the General’s lie. As if General Adler cared anything about his comfort!
Noticing the General’s growing impatience, Klink sat down gingerly and waited for the man to speak.
The General settled back into the chair and laced his hands together. “I have some good news for you, Colonel.”
Klink’s hopes soared and he interrupted the General before he could stop himself. “You’re leaving?”
General Adler frowned with real irritation and mock hurt. “And here I thought you enjoyed my company.” His expression became crueler. “At least, you seemed to be enjoying it last night.”
The blood flowed out of Klink’s face and his hands dug into each other on his lap. He hadn’t needed that reminder. He’d never managed to forget in the first place. No matter how hard he’d tried.
“I won’t be leaving quite yet,” the General continued, his tone bland. “No, I’ve better news for you: I’ve finished my inspection of Stalag 13 and you’ve passed with high marks.” When Klink made no answer, he pressed with an edge to his tone. “Aren’t you pleased?”
It was amazing how little Klink cared about this. Within less than twenty-four hours, his life had been flipped around and he’d learned things about himself he’d never cared to know - in comparison to what had happened, whether or not his camp got high marks from a perverted slug hardly mattered anymore. Was General Adler really this stupid?
Klink’s hands held on a bit tighter. Maybe he was and maybe he wasn’t, all that really mattered was that he wouldn’t be happy with any answer other than ‘yes.’ All that mattered was getting this little meeting over with and playing along with these games would make that happen more quickly. ‘Just give him what he wants.’
“Very.”
Smirking, General Adler leaned forward. “When I write my report to Berlin, I’ll be sure to make a mention about your quality service.” He paused, then elaborated. “Get it, Colonel? Service?” His laughter was a rough, crass thing.
Oh, Klink got it. His hands hurt from the pressure he was applying but he didn’t let go. He held on tighter. The pain helped to distract him from the humiliated rage and revulsion he felt - though he wasn’t sure to whom most of it was directed: the General for joking about what he’d taken or himself because the words were on target. The pain also reminded him that he was not strong enough to fight General Adler no matter how angry he was.
And he was angry. Possibly more angry than he’d ever been in his life. Klink had never been a particularly violent man but, at that moment, if he’d been strong enough, he would have been more than willing to permanently wipe that smug smirk off of that swine’s face. He could just see it in his mind - his imagination usually wasn’t very good but he could see it plain as though it were in front of him. There was a lot of blood involved. He almost smiled -
- his rage froze in his veins and, for a moment, he was more terrified of the images he saw in his mind (and his reaction to them) than he was of General Adler. Since when did his mind work this way? While the General was no doubt deserving of death, Klink was no crazed killer. At least, he hadn’t thought he was.
Maybe this was just another disturbing facet of his personality that he hadn’t realized he’d had. After all, he was a deranged pervert who enjoyed pain; why not a violent psychopath too? In any case, it certainly seemed as though he was learning a lot about himself lately - what a shame that none of it was anything to be proud of.
“I said, ‘Get it’.”
Klink was getting tired of these games. No, he was tired of these games. Very tired. “I get it,” he bit out once he had enough control to make sure that those were the only words he said. Then he took a chance and decided to try and get to the point of this farce. “Why are you here, General?”
“So impatient, Colonel!” General Adler chided with only a hint of menace. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here.” He unclasped his hands and set them on his knees. “To answer you’re question, I came to tell you that I will be coming in a little earlier tonight - 10:30 or so - so make sure you aren’t late.” Then he tilted his head and stared at Klink with mock severity. “That is, if it’s all right with you, Colonel?”
Yes, Klink was tired of these games. When was this going to end? “Whatever you want, General.”
General Adler grinned. “Good, Good! You’re learning. ‘Whatever I want’ is right.” His smile became sly and he made a come-hither gesture with his fingers. “Come here, Colonel.”
Why had he been in such a hurry to end this meeting again? He should have known that the General wouldn’t be satisfied with humiliating him with words. Not that it would have mattered if he’d realized this fact before or not . . . the General would be doing what he wanted regardless.
And reminding himself that General Adler couldn’t do much beyond touch him didn’t make Klink feel all that much better.
Once Klink had come to stand as far away from the General as he could and still be considered ‘next to him’, the General closed the space between them and put his hands on Klink’s shoulders. The smile on the General’s face told Klink that his flinch hadn’t gone unnoticed.
“Now then, Colonel,” he said, bringing his face within inches of Klink’s own, “give me a kiss.”
For a second, Klink stood stock still and wondered if he’d heard what he’d thought he’d heard. “What?”
“Kiss me,” General Adler said, sounding amused. “I’m sure you can manage that.”
Klink stared for a long moment, trying to see if there was any hint that the General was playing with him. It didn’t take long to see that there wasn’t one. Still, he couldn’t believe what was being demanded of him now. “You can’t be serious, General.”
The General chuckled. “Oh, I’m very serious, Colonel.” His grip on Klink’s shoulders tightened significantly. “And, if you keep me waiting much longer,” he whispered, his smile a thin, twisted line, “you’ll find out just how serious I am.”
A shudder rippled through Klink and he swallowed hard. Dear God, he didn’t want to do this! He couldn’t do this - he wouldn’t do this. It was one thing to have that, that man kiss him; it was another entirely to be the one doing the kissing. Klink refused to be the initiator of any of this!
A pained gasp escaped him as General Adler’s grip on his shoulders became excruciatingly tight. “I’m waiting, Colonel,” the General said pleasantly, as though he wasn’t burying his thumbs ever deeper into Klink’s collar bones. “I can do this all day - can you?”
Closing his eyes, Klink took a deep breath and tried not to cry out as the General’s grip tightened even further. It was just a kiss, a part of him was saying. It wasn’t like it would mean anything! Why bother trying to fight this when he hadn’t fought before over something much bigger? Was giving this beast a kiss really worse than being sodomized? ‘Just give him what he wants!’
But before he could do that . . . “P-please, General! Stop, I’ll do it!”
General Adler paused his assault. “What will you do?”
Klink was panting and he could feel tears pricking at his eyes (whether from the pain or from the humiliation, he didn’t know). “I’ll - I’ll kiss you.”
Abruptly, the General released his hold, making Klink felt dizzy and sick. “I’m so glad you decided to see it my way.”
Before he had a chance to change his mind or a chance to lose his nerve, Klink pursed his lips and quickly leaned forward. In his haste, he missed General Adler’s mouth but he didn’t care. As soon as his lips touched the General’s cheek, he pulled away, feeling ill. It probably wasn’t what the General had wanted but Klink decided that the General probably would like being vomited on less.
For a long moment, General Adler seemed nonplused and stared at Klink with a bemused expression on his face. Then he laughed and slapped Klink on the back in what might have passed as a friendly way if he hadn’t used so much force. “Not too bad for a first try!” He grinned and pulled Klink close. “Don’t worry. We’ll have plenty of time to work on it tonight.”
Not something that Klink was looking forward to in the least. Just when he’d thought this whole mess couldn’t get any worse - he had to learn to stop thinking that!
General Adler’s kiss was lingering and, when he pulled back, he ran his finger’s down Klink’s cheek. “Until tonight, Colonel.”
It was amazing how three little words could bring so much despair! Once the General was gone, Klink wrapped his arms around himself in an effort to stop shaking. He wondered if this part would get any better - if he’d always feel this way after meeting with General Adler. So worthless and dirty. The General hadn’t done very much but he still wanted to jump in the shower and scrub. It had only been a day and already he knew he couldn’t live this way. If nothing else, he’d run out of soap.
He managed a half smile at the half joke but it faded quickly. This wasn’t the time and there were serious questions he had to ask. What would he do now? Did he keep playing these games with General Adler and pray that the man would tire of him sooner or later? Should he try running away? Did he just try and take his chances not playing and possibly end up with the Gestapo?
Klink still didn’t want to die but, at least with the Gestapo, he’d know where he stood. And he’d know that it would end eventually.
Shaking his head, he sat down in the empty chair. No, he couldn’t think that way. Remaining positive was impossible but he didn’t want to completely give into despair either. It wouldn’t do him any good unless he decided that he wanted to die after all. And he didn’t want to - not only because living was better than being dead (even in the situation he’d found himself in) but he suspected that General Adler would be just as happy either way and Klink did not want to give him that satisfaction.
He laughed bitterly. Of course, General Adler seemed to be having no problems getting satisfaction no matter what Klink did. He seemed to be enjoying himself when Klink followed directions about as much as when he didn’t. What could Klink do to deny someone like that?
Should he even try? What was the point now?
“Sir?”
Klink turned around so quickly, he almost fell out of the chair. “What!” he snapped, irritated at the fact that his thoughts had been interrupted, that someone had barged into his office and that his heart was thudding with terror.
Fraulein Hilda drew back, startled. “C-colonel Hogan is here to see you.”
Colonel Hogan. And what did he want? Oh, yes - wallpaper. How such a smart man could worry about something so trivial - and work so hard for it! - was beyond him. Klink could just imagine it now: Colonel Hogan demanding wallpaper and threatening him with that ‘Escape Committee’ of his - as though they could escape! No one escaped from Stalag 13.
‘Not even me,’ he thought with gallows humor. Then he frowned, thinking. ‘Escape Committee’ . . . A real smile slowly formed on his face as a plan formed in his mind. Yes, it could work. It would work. Maybe it would just prolong the wait for the inevitable but, at this point, any delay suited Klink just fine.
“Of course, send him in.” As Fraulein Hilda left to do so, Klink uncrossed his arms and tried to quell his nervousness. He had a plan now, true. But whether it succeeded or failed would all depend on Colonel Hogan.
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