Shop Mobile More Submit  Join Login
About Deviant Luke Gee18/Male/United States Recent Activity
Deviant for 4 Years
Needs Premium Membership
Statistics 46 Deviations 1,827 Comments 15,185 Pageviews

Newest Deviations

Favourites

Activity


Camps are usually for learning, not dying. What are these people learning? I can't decide if it's to fear power, or to crave it more than anything else. Feeding the prisoners is my job. While my friends are out there practicing their shooting game on the unneeded, I'm handling technical duties. I have to make sure the prisoners move when they're supposed to move and Hell knows I don't have enough stamina to do that alone. Here's something about the Jews that might seem baffling to you: They're all different. Some are huge, some are weak. Some are natural-born leaders, some are preachers. Preachers could never manage to keep order in a house full of Jews, not even for one day. That's probably why even the ones I like still didn't turn out so great.

The other day, I grabbed a guy whose shoulders were lifted to look flat like the top of a wall. That wall towered over me. Mixed with the stony texture of his rotting, crusty clothes, I felt an urge to climb up on him and ride him around.  I didn't do that, but instead settled for notifying him of my presence. He turned toward me, and looked straight at my mouth as I propositioned him. He was exactly the right amount of "there" for the job. I learned a strategy from the guy next neighborhood down: Don't call it kapo. Call it something fancy and fantastic, something to contrast the dull color of their withering skin. And without a mirror, his hands were his reflection. The tools he would use to reclaim his dignity were his whole identity. I told him he could be "director" of the Fifty-Second Cable Kommando. He took up the offer immediately. He shook my hand, even. It would've made for a really inspiring photograph, but alas.

This guy must've been a real fan of the cool kids. The first thing he did was pull some boy next to his bunk for a talk. Kid couldn't have been more than twelve. This Oberkapo must've seen other kapo steal away the only-by-Jewish-standards innocent all for themselves and thought, "Wow, I'd really like to do that too." He didn't even look as though he really liked kids. I caught him in the eye as he was looking straight past his pretty boy while giving him the much-desired position of Oberkapo Jr. These things were so popular they even had their own name, "pipel." Their bosses didn't call them that, though. They usually went for "son."

I doubt he held back on that kid. I doubt their relationship was any more civilized than the usual. The faces that man made while being typical still made me feel like I judged him wrong. What really got me was when I saw his slave give up his portion of slop so the rest of the prisoners could be equally fed. "My prisoners can't starve," he said. He didn't even screech it. Maybe it was dumb of me to expect his mouth to emanate anything past the obstructions of his sunken-in cheeks, but there definitely hadn't been a pipel like this before. What did that Oberkapo do to him? I thought it could be subliminal messaging. I thought maybe he was manipulating me, too, with his weird hypnosis eyes. It could've been some kind of technique passed down as "magic" by the Torah, that old wicked thing, full of thousands of years of nonsense meant to perpetuate the behavior that makes Jews into the harmful creatures they are throughout every generation.

Later that week, I felt an unbearable coldness seeping through the darkness that ate the day. The central electrical plant of the camp was compromised, and guess what we found? Big fat footprints. In the end, I'll say I was right. That guy really was messed-up in the head. He'd always felt the need to copy the cool kids before. He had to be copying someone now, because he still had that look in his eye. As we laid him on the slab, as we hung him by his wrists on the ropes, as we put the claw around his neck, as we suspended him in the air… he looked left. Not even at a subject this time, just… away. He could've gone for a stupid act of rebellion. He could've looked me straight in the eyes, maybe lowered his segmented eyebrows. He didn't, so off he went. He's dead in Auschwitz, as if he'd ever lived in the first place.

I missed it, but the kid he so particularly seduced got beaten too. They found weaponry on him, the cocky bastard. He got sentenced to death, but here. When I walked up later that day to check on my prisoners, I expected that kid to be hanging. Instead, he was standing on a chair, legs quivering, and audience unmoving; the Lagerkabo had chickened-out and threw the whole schedule behind. I didn't hire that guy, I swear. Maybe the Fuhrer should invest in army-wide people-reading lessons. I had to go through the motion. I kicked over the chair, and that was it. For me, anyway. I walked off and went back to my job. Long live liberty, whatever.

It didn’t matter, because in the end, that kid had no power. The Oberkapo only manipulated him into doing his bidding. And that's what sets the eyes of Jews apart from ours, really. They can scan through the intellectually inferior and come out with a perfect servant.

Obviously I can't.
Oberkapo: A Nazi's Lesson in Reading People
This is the Oberkapo story from Elie Wiesel's Night told from the fictionalized perspective of the nameless SS officer who started the whole mess. I wrote it for a school assignment in very late 2014 or very early 2015
I enjoy writing from challenging perspectives. I know "Nazi fan fiction" isn't for everybody, I tried to make it as disgusting and uncomfortable as Night but in a unique way. If you haven't read Night yet, I recommend it, it's necessary for trying to understand just how horrible and uncompromising the Holocaust was
Loading...
That night, I was driving on 62nd Street. The drug store was on 63rd Street. My pack of cigarettes, as well. The drug store is still there. The cigarettes were gone before I got home.

As I was driving down the street, there was a kid wearing a red beanie, standing on the freshly-cut grass lining the sidewalk. I couldn't make out his whole face, but the tip of his nose pointed downward. His hands were in his pockets. I could tell he was a delinquent. He bolted two yards down the street as I was two yards away from him. A single stride, then he stopped. I didn't swerve or break, because I was minding my own business. The left side of his head smashed into my windshield. The moment of the crack, his resting lips elongated into a grin. I had become an object to display the extent of his disconnection. I opened my door. The flag sticker in the corner of my window had become loose. The kid's phone had leaked out of his right pocket. His wallet had leaked out of his left. I closed my door and waited for the police, who let me go quickly. Then I drove to 63rd Street.

I had to drive back there yesterday. When I got home, I searched the kid's name online. I had found it in an article two days before, after driving home from the drug store. It made no mention of my name or status. One of the first results was a page on a funeral home's website. People could leave little obituaries in a comment box. There was one. The gist of it was "I miss you." Validation for the kid's now-gone life. The search also led me to a video. Scenes of the kid simply walking around town followed one another. The kid never had company except, apparently, the cameraperson. When the kid would turn his head so you could see his face, the scene would move in slow-motion. All of this was backed by an acoustic guitar ditty featuring melancholic vocals from a woman certainly much smaller than the subject, subservient to the very concept of sad boys taking their own lives. The funeral home had uploaded this tribute to YouTube.

Google has a page 2. From the singing woman to the girl who said "I miss you," from the funeral home workers to the morticians who wiped that grin off his face, everyone was taken over by a kid who called himself "harlequinmeatus95" on devinifur.com. There are videos of him reciting rap songs in a cartoon mask, waving his blistered hands in front of the camera. Those aren't in the tribute. This kid hid himself in the smog of tragedy to get the neighborhood tearing-up. "How could he traumatize a stranger like that?" "He was depressed." The ignorant pest didn't check his fog machine for a snip in the cord. It has been five days. I have smoked a pack every night. No PTSD, no tears. I'm taking the car in on Saturday.

I checked the funeral home's page again tonight. There weren't any new comments. There are some now.
Minding My Own Business
Flash fiction I wrote a while ago. One of the only things I've limited my word count for
Loading...
If you were a fan of Nuzluke FireRed I'm sorry I never adhered to any of my estimates. I'd still hate to leave it unfinished. I at least started work on Part 10 and got 1/3 through before letting myself drown in whatever

Lately I haven't been that lazy creating-wise, although no one can see it. I've been writing a book, the first entry in a series actually. Here's a draft for the back of the book/Amazon description:

"In the beginning, there was everything. Everything was a mess.

Followers of the Elprihtic religion serve not the creator of the world, but its organizer. They preach that Elpriht separated flesh and emotion into different but synergistic realms, forming the very concepts of that which we can see and that which we cannot.

Proof of Elpriht's existence lies in vorfor, gems left behind as the seams between the two realms. Wielders of vorfor can transmute their own emotions into physical matter. An elusive, seemingly immortal man used the strongest vorfor to decimate most of civilization over the course of history, forcing survivors to immigrate to the Jinrong Empire. He disappeared 5,000 years ago, leaving Jinrong to evolve into the democratic, diverse and prosperous capitol of the world while its only competition, Khnad Hiy, locked itself away in a bitter monarchy.

An emotionally unstable little girl has gotten hold of the powerful gem the old man left behind, causing hideous mutants to rise up from the earth. It's up to Elpriht's chosen ones, those able to wield a special red vorfor that can mutate vorfor itself, to gather up red vorfor around the world and use it to take her down. What kind of people did Elpriht choose? Socially stunted life-haters, television fanatics and general wannabes-become-actuallies, of course!

Projection is the first entry in the Elpriht series, a blunt, dark saga that frames the history, culture and government systems of a castrated world around an urban fantasy adventure that picks apart anime and JRPG clichés under body horror-heavy scenarios."

I hope that sounds interesting. The first draft of the book is about halfway done. I'm planning on self-editing and self-publishing as an ebook. Would anyone be interested in reading it on Kindle once finished? I'll keep updating, and if you have any questions please ask. About anything really

I think I'm done with reviews, at least until I can establish myself as a respectable creator. I can't quite find the words to say anymore anyway, and looking back at my old reviews, they were filled with a lot of nothing. I'd say fiction writing is currently my thing. I'm focusing on one book for now but I have a lot more I'd like to work on. Becoming prolific would help a lot

Of course, I'm also a grown-up now. This is my last month of high school and I'm procrastinating even worse than last year. Remember that update? In summer I'll have to learn how to drive then in fall I'm off to college, my first foray into the real world. I'm serious, things have only gotten worse for me when it comes to social matters since I last spoke personally on here, I have no idea what's going to happen. What I'm hoping is that after a few grueling weeks I'm officially broken into a normal person. Learning a work ethic and maybe making a few friends for motivation would aide my productivity so much

It would be nice if things became interesting instead of unbearable. At any rate, I'll try to keep writing
In flipnote comic form.

With this done, my goal is to have both 10 and 11 finished around the start of school and 12 (the finale) finished whenever
It's a pretty realistic goal

The whole series so far is here: www.youtube.com/playlist?list=…
Also available on Sudomemo until Sudofox reads it
If you were a fan of Nuzluke FireRed I'm sorry I never adhered to any of my estimates. I'd still hate to leave it unfinished. I at least started work on Part 10 and got 1/3 through before letting myself drown in whatever

Lately I haven't been that lazy creating-wise, although no one can see it. I've been writing a book, the first entry in a series actually. Here's a draft for the back of the book/Amazon description:

"In the beginning, there was everything. Everything was a mess.

Followers of the Elprihtic religion serve not the creator of the world, but its organizer. They preach that Elpriht separated flesh and emotion into different but synergistic realms, forming the very concepts of that which we can see and that which we cannot.

Proof of Elpriht's existence lies in vorfor, gems left behind as the seams between the two realms. Wielders of vorfor can transmute their own emotions into physical matter. An elusive, seemingly immortal man used the strongest vorfor to decimate most of civilization over the course of history, forcing survivors to immigrate to the Jinrong Empire. He disappeared 5,000 years ago, leaving Jinrong to evolve into the democratic, diverse and prosperous capitol of the world while its only competition, Khnad Hiy, locked itself away in a bitter monarchy.

An emotionally unstable little girl has gotten hold of the powerful gem the old man left behind, causing hideous mutants to rise up from the earth. It's up to Elpriht's chosen ones, those able to wield a special red vorfor that can mutate vorfor itself, to gather up red vorfor around the world and use it to take her down. What kind of people did Elpriht choose? Socially stunted life-haters, television fanatics and general wannabes-become-actuallies, of course!

Projection is the first entry in the Elpriht series, a blunt, dark saga that frames the history, culture and government systems of a castrated world around an urban fantasy adventure that picks apart anime and JRPG clichés under body horror-heavy scenarios."

I hope that sounds interesting. The first draft of the book is about halfway done. I'm planning on self-editing and self-publishing as an ebook. Would anyone be interested in reading it on Kindle once finished? I'll keep updating, and if you have any questions please ask. About anything really

I think I'm done with reviews, at least until I can establish myself as a respectable creator. I can't quite find the words to say anymore anyway, and looking back at my old reviews, they were filled with a lot of nothing. I'd say fiction writing is currently my thing. I'm focusing on one book for now but I have a lot more I'd like to work on. Becoming prolific would help a lot

Of course, I'm also a grown-up now. This is my last month of high school and I'm procrastinating even worse than last year. Remember that update? In summer I'll have to learn how to drive then in fall I'm off to college, my first foray into the real world. I'm serious, things have only gotten worse for me when it comes to social matters since I last spoke personally on here, I have no idea what's going to happen. What I'm hoping is that after a few grueling weeks I'm officially broken into a normal person. Learning a work ethic and maybe making a few friends for motivation would aide my productivity so much

It would be nice if things became interesting instead of unbearable. At any rate, I'll try to keep writing

deviantID

lukeguy97's Profile Picture
lukeguy97
Luke Gee
United States
You are now witnessing a special kind of denial.

Current favorable subjects: Smash Bros., Castlevania
Interests

AdCast - Ads from the Community

Comments


Add a Comment:
 
:iconsjanew:
SJaneW Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2015  Student General Artist
yo luke. my homie. hows life, its been like a year or two
Reply
:iconlukeguy97:
lukeguy97 Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2015
I don't know, okay I guess, it's pretty much the same. Going to college in fall, that'll be different
How's your life been
Reply
:iconsjanew:
SJaneW Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2015  Student General Artist
jesus time flies. what college?? 
ive been okay, started high school, being an angsty teen, ya know how it is. trying to get into art again tbh
Reply
:iconlukeguy97:
lukeguy97 Featured By Owner Apr 5, 2015
I haven't decided yet, I got accepted into a few nothing-special ones around where I live. I'll be going for communications or writing
I've been drawing and writing again too, for a while I wasn't doing much of anything
Reply
(1 Reply)
:iconfireedstar:
FireEdStar Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2015  Student Artist
Well happy birthday luke guy

Somehow I hardly remember you being hatena and you made really good flipnotes on total drama hatena which made me get interesting.

Hope your birthday gone amazing around. have a best wishs
Reply
:iconlukeguy97:
lukeguy97 Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2015
Thanks
Reply
:iconfireedstar:
FireEdStar Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2015  Student Artist
Your welcome
Reply
:icondojipocket:
DojiPocket Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2014  Student Filmographer
Hey Lukeguy! It's me! Limelight! Or Chris, or Doji Pocket; it doesn't matter which you refer me to.
I know you might prolly take awhile to reply back or somethin', but I want to say "Hey! How's it going?" :D
Reply
:iconlukeguy97:
lukeguy97 Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2014
I'm okay, haven't been feeling all that great lately
How about you
Reply
:icondojipocket:
DojiPocket Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2014  Student Filmographer
Really? What's happening? Sick or what?
It's going alright. I'm pretty nervous about starting college in about three weeks or so. Other than that, I've been trying to find the time to draw.
Reply
Add a Comment: