The World Asunder: The Psyche of War, #2
By Kacey Ezell
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The war had taken everything from Lina Sucherin—her parents, sisters, a fledgling romance…even her faith in herself and her psychic abilities. All of it, ripped away with the fall of the Third Reich and the brutal Soviet sack of Berlin.
Three years later, amid the suspicion, paranoia, and fledgling brutality of communist East Germany, danger threatens the only people Lina cares about, forcing her to overcome her lingering self-doubt. In order to save the only family she has left, she will have to rise above her past and learn to trust an old enemy—and herself—if she is to be successful.
But does she still have enough of her psyche left to do so? Or has the war torn her world too far asunder for it to ever be whole again?
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The World Asunder - Kacey Ezell
Chapter One – Awakening
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On a sticky summer day in June of 1948, Adalina Sucherin remembered who she was.
She’d been walking home from work, but she hadn’t really been paying close attention to her route. There was no great reason for her to hurry home to her solitary flat. It contained only a creaky bed and the few meager possessions she’d been able to scrounge after the war. Her neighbors, perhaps, might have looked for her, but they knew her habits, and it wasn’t unusual for her to walk for hours each night. There was solace in movement, in the illusion of action that exercise provided. Standing still gave the horror an opportunity to creep in, so Lina preferred to walk.
It was the sound that did it. She would remember that, later. That deep rumble, just at the edge of her hearing. It started in her chest and built to an audible roar...but distant. A sudden flash of fear brought her head up from her unseeing study of the broken concrete road. Bombers? An air raid?
No. Stupid, stupid, she chastised herself. The war had been over for three years. Three years since the Reich had fallen, taking with it all her illusions, all her fire. Three years since the Soviet soldiers came ravening through the streets of Berlin, looting and raping everything in their path. Three years since she’d last torn a man’s psyche apart, watching him bleed from his eyes and nose as his brain hemorrhaged in response. Three years since she’d killed to keep herself and three little girls safe, then locked her power away behind shields thicker than concrete, stronger than steel. Three long, uncertain, fear-tainted years.
Those weren’t bombers at all.
She glanced around, looking for the hand-lettered signs that sometimes indicated the names of streets in this corpse of a once-great city. Wilhelmstraße. She hadn’t realized she’d come so far south. She was right next to the border of the American zone, just north of the airport. A glance at the sky showed her a line of aircraft darkening the horizon. She watched them as she continued walking.
I’m sorry, miss. You can’t go any further without a pass.
Lina blinked and focused on the man, who spoke in harshly-accented German. She pressed her lips together and fought not to recoil in revulsion. A Soviet soldier, standing next to one of the borderlines the so-called allies had set up when they’d drawn and quartered Berlin after the armistice. She gave him a nod (one must be polite, else one invited more attention!) and started to walk away, when a thought stopped her. These allies
did have men with guns stationed on the borders of their claimed territories. That didn’t seem like a particularly warm alliance to her.
Sir,
she asked, why are there so many aircraft?
He gave her a smile, a sweet one. It made him look young.
Do not be frightened, miss,
he said. The war has not begun again. The British and Americans are flying supplies into the other sectors of Berlin in an attempt to bribe the population with their decadence and corruption. But it won’t work. No ground transportation from the west is permitted into Berlin at all. No one has ever supplied a city this size by air alone. It cannot be done! The city will be reunited under the rightful rule of the workers soon enough. Have no fear.
Thank you,
she murmured, and stepped away. He touched the fingers of his free hand (the one not holding his rifle) to the brim of his cap and gave her another smile. She barely noticed, as thoughts began to tumble one over the other in her brain while she resumed her walk home.
Berlin was cut off from the west. The Soviets were trying to starve the population of the British and American sectors out.
The British and Americans were airlifting in supplies. Why? Did they know what kind of hell the Soviet occupation of Berlin had been?
If they knew, why had they allied with such monsters?
Lina did not like the British. The Americans were worse. During the war, the Americans had bombed her hometown and killed her family. Then, just when love had ignited in her life amidst the dreariness of war, another American, a woman, had destroyed everything she held dear. Lina had carried the woman’s name in her heart as a talisman against fear, and as fuel for the fires of hatred she nurtured inside. One day, she’d promised herself, one day Evelyn Adamsen would pay for what she’d done...
And then the world had ended, and the Soviets had come.
Amid the fires and the screams, Lina had hidden with her neighbor’s three daughters in a cellar under a bombed-out building. They’d heard the cries and laughter, the crashing of glass, the sharp coughs of rifle fire, and the distant booming of the field guns. For three nights and days she’d hidden with those girls, drinking water from a leaky pipe, eating the crumbs from an old crust of bread. Until the night a group of soldiers had crashed drunkenly through the hidden cellar door.
For the first time in three years, Lina didn’t flinch from the memory. She forced herself, instead, to examine it. To replay it in her head, just as it had happened.
Something heavy hit the door. It cracked near the hinges, along the lock. Something hit it again, and it slammed open, banging against the far wall. The girls screamed and fled for the corner behind Lina. So young, all of them. Nine, seven, and barely three. Mere babies.
Lina interposed her body between the girls and the soldier. He reeked of alcohol, sweat, and gunpowder. He leered at her, craned his neck to see behind her, his pig-like eyes glinting in the light of their single lantern. Behind him two more crowded in, then stopped, drunk and confused.
Take the woman,
the first soldier slurred. Lina was fluent in Russian, and she barely understood him. I’ll take the girls.
No,
Lina said, her voice cracking like a whip.
Shut up, cunt,
he said with a laugh, You’re too old and ugly, especially when there are pretty little girls—
Lina heard no more. She took two steps forward and jabbed her fingers into the man’s throat before he could marshal his drunken reflexes to react. The moment her skin touched his, she reached out with her mind, in the way she’d been taught by the Reich’s best scientists and theorists, and she ripped his natural, latent psychic shields away. And then she, the most powerful student to ever graduate from the Reichschule, stabbed her power deep into his brain.
His cranial capillaries exploded. All of them. All at once. Blood flowed from his eyes, ears, nose. She watched him stumble toward her for a step, and then crumple to the ground. Then she turned and looked at the other men in the room. One raised his rifle halfway to his shoulder. She stared at him, wondering if he would do it.
He didn’t. Neither did his partner. They just turned and left. The corpse of their friend stayed crumpled in a heap on the cellar floor.
Lina blinked away the memory and looked skyward once more. She didn’t like the British, or the Americans. But they were crazy enough to try to airlift supplies into her city rather than see it all in the hands of the Soviets. Evelyn Adamsen had been an American aircrewwoman. Perhaps...perhaps there was hope.
For the first time in three years, Lina felt a spark of interest ignite in her mind, and the coals of her burning need for revenge began to smolder once again.
* * *
In the past three years, Lina’s neighbors, the Thanhousers, had all but adopted her into the family. Rolland Thanhouser had been a respected chemist during the war, and his wife Isa had been from a well-to-do Berlin family. Their fortunes hadn’t survived the war, nor the sack of Berlin that followed. But thanks to Lina, their three daughters had, so Lina found herself an honorary auntie.
After the chaos of the initial occupation, the Thanhousers had joined thousands of Berliners, doing their best to rebuild their homes and lives. Rolland took a job working in a soap factory, while Isa cared for the girls and Lina. After the episode in the cellar, after the pain that reverberated through all of Berlin as it burned, Lina had closed herself off. It had saved her mind, but to be so head-blind had made her basically nonfunctional. Isa and the girls had kept her safe and hidden, made sure she ate and drank water, and basically kept her doing the bare minimum of human tasks necessary to survive until the ravening Soviets had vented all their fury on the broken corpse of the city.
Slowly, Lina had become more and more self-sufficient as she learned to cope without using her gifts. She couldn’t feel the world around her, but she was eventually able to care for herself, and then to obtain her own apartment and a job as the whole city struggled to rebuild. The Thanhousers prevented her from retreating back into herself and slowly, Lina realized, despite everything, she’d managed to find herself once again part of a family.
Given her history with families, it was a mixed blessing at best.
Still, Isa and Rolland had been good to her, and the girls, Ginette, Aleda, and Johanna, adored her. They saw her as the powerful auntie who’d kept them safe. Though three years on, only Ginette, now twelve, reliably remembered the horrors of Berlin’s fall. At least, so Lina surmised.
It wasn’t something they discussed much.
Isa?
Lina called out as she let herself in to the Thanhousers’ apartment. Her voice echoed through the small, scrupulously clean entryway. Isa? Are you home?
In the kitchen!
Isa called, her voice ringing cheerfully down the hallway. Lina admired her for that. Even after everything she’d been through, Isa never lost her sunny outlook. Come on back, Lina. The girls and I are making Berliners.
Where did you get jam for the filling?
Lina asked as she walked down the short hallway and into the warm kitchen. The girls, their faces dusted with varying amounts of flour, smiled up at her from their places around the central work table. Isa turned from the stove with a wide grin.
They had cherries in the market, and I’m stewing them with a bit of honey. It won’t be exactly what you remember, but it’ll be close. And it’s fun to experiment, right girls?
"Yes, Mutti," little Johanna said, her smile impish.
"Will you help us, Tante?" asked Ginette, the eldest. A serious twelve years old, she had less flour on her face than her sisters, though she wasn’t entirely unsmudged.
If you like,
Lina said and went to pump water into the sink to wash her hands. Getting the running water back a little over a year ago had been a big moment, and Lina never failed to appreciate it after so long without. She wiped her hands on a towel and joined the girls as they stirred and kneaded the dough.
Did you see the airplanes?
Lina asked softly after a moment. She kept her tone casual, lest she alarm the girls, but Ginette looked sharply up. Lina smiled and shook her head slightly. Cargo planes only. Flying into Tempelhof.
I heard them,
Isa said, stirring the pot, but I didn’t think anything of it. The Amis are always flying in and out.
Not in these kinds of numbers,
Lina said. I spoke to one of the Red soldiers guarding the zone crossing point. He said something about no ground transportation being allowed into the western part of the city at all. So the Amis and Tommies are flying supplies in.
Hah,
Isa said, shaking her head with a little laugh. So first they bomb our city to rubble, and now they feed us from the sky? Irony must be an American.
I wonder if they’ll be able to do it,
Lina said. The soldier seemed to think the west wouldn’t be able to hold out, and would give in to the Soviet demands.
What demands?
I don’t know. Unification under the communists, maybe? The soldier said something along those lines.
I’d almost rather starve,
Isa said softly, but then shook her head and smiled brightly, taking refuge in her usual positivity. Lina didn’t understand it, but she wasn’t one to judge another woman’s coping mechanisms. Especially not one who’d been as good to her as Isa had.
Hello, my girls!
Rolland Thanhouser walked in to the kitchen, his eyes tired in a smiling, careworn face.
Papa!
Aleda, the middle daughter, shrieked. She launched herself from her chair and flew at her father, who caught both her and her younger sister (who’d followed a breath behind Aleda) into a big, tight hug.
Hello, my sweet ones!
he said, bestowing kisses on the foreheads of each of his daughters after letting the little ones go. Mmm. You really are sweet. What are we making?
Berliners,
Ginette said, only with honey-stewed cherries instead of proper jam.
Sounds delicious,
Rolland said. "And Tante Lina is helping? I didn’t know you were a baker, Lina."
I have many talents,
she said, with a smile for the only man she trusted anymore.
That’s certainly true. Hello, my love,
he said then, walking over to kiss his wife gently on her offered cheek. What possessed you to make jelly doughnuts?
I saw the cherries in the market, and I just couldn’t resist. I know it’s an extravagance...
But we all need a treat sometimes,
Rolland finished for his wife with a smile. A few cherries won’t quite beggar us.
My thoughts exactly,
she said.
Papa, did you see the airplanes today?
little Johanna asked then, her piping voice innocent and excited to be part of the grown-ups’ conversation. Rolland looked down at her and then at Isa and Lina in turn.
No, darling,
he said as he slung his coat over the back of a chair and lowered himself into his seat. What airplanes?
The American and British cargo planes flying into Tempelhof,
Lina said. The communists have blockaded the west of the city, it seems, and the Amis and Tommies are trying to supply the city by air.
They’re trying to starve the west into submission,
Rolland said, his voice as tired as his eyes. I’d heard rumblings of something like that. What an audacious move by the Americans and British, though! To supply a whole city by air. I really don’t think it can be done.
At least they’re trying,
Isa said softly.
Much as Lina disliked thinking well of anything American, she had to agree. At least they were trying to keep western Berlin supplied.
Have you been in touch with your sister, Isa?
Rolland asked. Should we arrange to have her move in here with us? We can get her a ration card...
She wouldn’t come,
Isa said. I got a note from her the other day. She’s fallen in love with an American and fears that she’ll never see him again if she comes east.
Lina snorted. "Likely he’ll return home, and she’ll still never see him again."
You’re probably right,
Isa said with a sigh. Still, Emilia will have her own way. Plus she hates the Reds.
Lina looked up and met Isa’s eyes, which had gone grim with remembered pain. Whether her own or on her sister’s behalf, Lina didn’t know. It didn’t matter. They all carried it.
Well,
Rolland said, that’s as may be, but you should contact her anyway. Let her know she has a place with us here whenever she needs it.
Thank you, love,
Isa said, her eyes softening into a tender smile for her husband.
You’re a good man, Rolland Thanhouser,
Lina said. We’re lucky to have you.
* * *
She felt like a babe with eyes newly opened.
Oh, it wasn’t as bad as all that, but as Lina ventured out the next morning, she began to realize just how much she’d missed while she’d been locked in her mind’s fog. Berlin still bore the horrific scars of war, with buildings missing or reduced to piles of rubble, but the streets at least were clear, and the sounds of rebuilding and new construction echoed off the cobblestones and brick all around.
The sun had just started to peek over the skyline to the east when Lina approached the barrier she’d found yesterday. Once again, the distant rumble of aircraft engines throbbed through the air. On impulse, she stepped out into the street and walked up to the checkpoint itself. Unlike yesterday, the guard today gave her no smile. He simply stared impassively as she cleared her throat and spoke.
Ah, excuse me,
she said, do you know why so many airplanes are flying again?
No,
he said, his voice clipped in heavily-accented German.
Is the checkpoint closed?
she asked, trying again.
Do you have your papers and ration card?
he asked. Lina nodded and drew them forth from the handbag she carried on her shoulder. As she looked down, she took a deep breath and very, very carefully stretched out her senses, seeking the guard’s surface thoughts.
It had been so long. Her gift leapt free like a puppy unchained, and she had to grasp it with desperate, iron control before it slammed into the man’s natural barriers and gave her attempt away. Ugh, but she was rusty! She pulled the papers forth and grasped her seeking gift with all her will before looking back up to meet his eyes.
Just a tendril, Lina thought. Just a touch...
There. Clumsier than she would have liked, but she brushed her mind against the guard’s surface thoughts. Boredom, fatigue, an edge of hunger. A wish to go home and leave this wreck of a city. The wide cheekbones and broad smile of a brunette girl...
Lina pulled back, the papers rattling as her hand trembled just a little bit. The guard looked at her, his gaze sharpening.
Are you well, Fräulein?
he asked.
Y-yes,
Lina said. A bit sleepy perhaps. Are my papers in order?
Yes,
he said, his eyes snapping down to them and back up to meet her blue gaze. You may pass. Keep that ration card close, though. People in the West aren’t getting them.
Thank you,
she said and tucked her documents away before stepping down into the street and joining the flow of traffic that wound through the barbed-wire maze of the checkpoint.
Lina didn’t really have any particular destination in mind. Eventually she’d have to arrive at her job in the typing pool at one of the government buildings back on the east side of the barricades, but she could blame the traffic and the new barriers for making her late. She let the flow of the crowd carry her down along the street.
As she walked, she reached out with her mind, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence. She let her awareness skim over the surface emotions of the people around her, like a hummingbird taking a sip from a forest of flowers.
A shiver ran from her scalp down the length of her spine as fear and uncertainty flooded in through her open barriers. Anxiety rose all around her in the hearts and throats of the people. Nervous glances dominated as they passed one another, then looked with desperate hope to the airplanes thrumming through the skies overhead.
Lina dragged in a deep breath and slammed her barriers back into place. Her hands trembled, and she made her way to a nearby bench before her unsteady legs collapsed under her. Damn it all! She hadn’t been ready for that. Maybe if she hadn’t been hiding behind airtight barriers for the last three years...
No, she thought, forcing her spine straight. Self-recrimination does nothing. It’s a mark of the weak. What’s done is done. You’re here now. You must move forward from this moment.
Fräulein?
someone asked. Lina looked up to see an older woman with a bright green head scarf and a kindly smile. Are you all right?
I’m fine,
Lina said, trying to return the smile. I just got a little dizzy.
Eh,
the woman clucked, sympathy in her eyes. Not enough food. You must eat more.
She sat down beside Lina and began rummaging in the large shopping bag she carried.
No,
Lina said, really, Oma. I’m fine, thank you.
No, I insist,
the old woman said. Aha! Here you go. Sweet honey candy. It will give you a little boost, enough to get to where you’re going, yes? I love them so much. My sweet Gus, he would buy bags and bags of them for me before the war. Take it, take it!
She pressed a small, hard lump wrapped in waxy paper into Lina’s hand with surprising strength.
Thank you,
Lina said as she took the candy and unwrapped it. She put it in her mouth and let the sweet-sticky flavor of honey dissolve over her tongue. To her surprise, she actually did feel a little better.
There,
the old woman said, her face crinkling in another smile. No pain is so large that it can blot out all sweetness, yes? Good girl. Get to where you’re going, now. And try to get more food to eat, if you can. I know it’s difficult.
I’ll be fine now,
Lina said. Thank you again.
This is what we do,
the woman replied. She reached out a hand for Lina’s, then pushed herself slowly to her feet. We help one another. That’s how we survive.
Lina didn’t know what to say to that, so she just nodded. The woman patted her cheek, and then started humming an old tune as she continued her interrupted journey. Lina watched her go while she continued sucking on the hard, sticky candy.
* * *
Eventually, Lina got up and walked to her job.
Navigating the checkpoint proved to be a slow and frustrating process, since traffic flow increased as the morning wound on. The guards inspected her ration card and waved her through without ever looking at her face. She didn’t try to touch their surface minds again, though she did drop her barriers slightly to continue letting in the feel of the crowd around her.
It was like someone had turned on the lights when she’d become used to existing in a dark room. The emotional sensations flowed in and threatened once again to overwhelm her, but she steeled her nerves and fought for the control she’d learned at the Reichschule so many years ago. Slowly, bit by bit, Lina began to parse the incoming impressions as she walked, until she arrived at the door to the government building where she worked.
For the first time, she looked, really looked around as she pulled the door open and walked down the short grey hallway toward the clickety-clacking sound of the typing pool. On the surface, it didn’t appear much different from any other day. Women sat at their small desks, quietly hunched over their typewriters as the cacophony of keys filled the air. Light from the tiny windows high in the far wall streamed in, spilling over the floor in elongated rectangles.
It should have been beautiful and soothing: the neat lines of desks, the almost-musical hum of thousands of keys, the picture of honest labor as these women worked to recover their lives, their livelihoods, and their nation from the chaos of the war. After a war, few things are as beautiful as order.
So why, then, did Lina feel a discordant note in the air, like an electric buzz just under her skin? Why were the faces of some of the women pinched and pale? It could have been hunger, of course. Resources were still scarce, after all. But Lina didn’t think so. Her gut instinct said something else was in play here.
Slowly, carefully, building on what she’d learned while walking, Lina lowered her barriers and reached out, skimming over the surface of the ladies’ thoughts. As ever, it was harder to get clear impressions from women than it had been for the men outside, but she managed.
It wasn’t anything specific that flowed in along her channels from the room, more an overriding sense of dread. The women typically didn’t read the memos they typed, but it was impossible not to pick up the gist of things. A piece here and a piece there, and Lina found she had a pretty good sense of what was happening...and the reason for the overall sense of bad times to come.
It seemed the government of the Democratic German Republic was doing more than just locking down the western half of Berlin. Lina felt a shiver of fear run up her spine as the picture became clearer: they were creating a national secret police force whose purpose would be to root out dissenters and criminals
...basically anyone who