Character Analysis: The Man With The American Badge

Ancestor after Ancestor say that the soldiers who died on the battlefield are heros. The man with the American badge is most certainly no hero. He is currently laying on the cold frozen grass. On his left there is a dead flower with perfectly crafted snowflakes falling on it, each being its own kind. On his right there is a man with a Nazi badge that he had stabbed brutally just seconds before the tank full of his brothers exploded, and pieces of debri impaled his kidney, and a piece of glass lodge in his neck just 3 centimeters away from his arteri. The time that he had predicted his death was fair from 23 years of age, hoping for a family and a beautiful bride dying by his side. But he knew he would never deserve that, heck, he's not even

He loves people and how they express themselves, but yet he had been turned into a monster in the worlds eyes. Freedom is non-existent in his eyes now, feeling as if he is a symbol of hatred and torture. Although the man with the Nazi badge seems to be a man that was innocent and forced into a unforgiving war, he knew this was just the start of his karma. He feels as if he is unforgivable, and a trader for his actions and thoughts. Laying on his blood coloring the snow dark red, the true pain begins. The man with the American badge knocked on the door with a hollow echo twice. The door opened in seconds. “Hello Tony, how have you been!” Said the man with the American badge with his northern jersey accent. “I’ve been doing well, and you came, I thought your mother said you couldn't come because you had to help with your fathers typewriter.” Tony responded. The memory of that night began to fade, it was cold and dark again, but it wasn't just the air that was dark and cold, the memory was too. “Yeah, my old man let me enjoy my free time before I went off to attend Columbia University.” He replied to Tony. “Well let's put aside of how you will

“I feel the same since the last 4 years that I've attended this school.” Said the man with the Nazi badge. “How about we change our appearances, were seniors so mine as well make this school ours.” Said Klaus in a devious manner. “Let's make it happen.” The man in the Nazi badge replied. Two best friends at the highest grade at there school, taking advantage of what they have. “I'm sorry Elias.” he whispered softly. It was quiet and dark again, the coldness of the snow was nowhere near the coldness of his past actions. The forest next to him was still empty and still there was no hope for him to be rescued. “Hahaha, this is why dad left you and your mom on the streets Elias.” Klaus said tauntingly while smacking Elias’s books on the floor. “Leave me alone Klaus! At least my parents were married when I was born.” Elias replied boldy. Klaus was furries so he punched Elias straight in the nose. “Bam!” Elias fell to the floor. “Well don't just stand there, show him no mercy.” Klaus said to the man with the Nazi badge. The man with the Nazi badge had no hesitation into brutally taking on the helpless boy, even when knowing he was a sophomore and nowhere near his height or weight. “Now I think next time you will show a little more respect to my friend boy.” Said the man with the Nazi badge. The taunting and the brutal acts were towards anyone they thought stood in there way, Elias was their main target until one day they crossed