Ezra let his one hand rest against her leg and the other on her waist. He'd been too caught up in her words and in the kiss that he hadn't noticed Oscar until his hand forcefully pulled Ezra off the bench. Out of instinct Ezra shoved the hand away from him. He heard the laughter as he stumbled into the street a little. He could hear a gasp from Marta who could do nothing but sit there stunned. Oscar quickly grabbed Ezra and pulled him back to the side walk like he wanted to talk.

His eyes flicked to Marta, "Let her go," he said through clenched teeth.

"Let her go," Oscar said mimicking Ezra. A harsh laugh escaped the mans mouth as he nodded, "How about I make her watch," he said as he punched Ezra in the stomach causing him to go down on his knee gasping for air. "I want her to see what we do to Jewish rats. I want it to burn inside her mind so that every night when she goes to sleep she can dream of me taking the life right out of your body. I warned her, Ezra. I really did, but sometimes you need to use physical representation."

Ezra's heart sank to his stomach as he began to stand up only to have Oscar kick him in the ribs. Ezra let out a breath and fell to his side. His eyes switched their focus between Marta and Oscar. "We were just saying...saying goodbye. We're not seeing each other anymore. She sees it your way now. I'm nothing but a parasite," he said as he spit a little blood on the sidewalk.

"Oh yes, that kiss I just saw really backs those words, Ezra. What a pathetic name. Ezra. Does it mean piece of shit? I'd burn you alive if I could," Oscar said with another laugh as he kicked Ezra in the face causing the boy to black out for a moment. "See what happens Marta when you befriend the enemy? Poor boy's going to suffer because of you."

Ezra struggled to open his eyes, but he refused to just go down without being able to fight. This guy was taking everything from him and he'd be damned if he let Oscar hurt Marta. He let out a cough and he could taste the blood on his lips. The smell of blood seemed to wrap around him and freeze his movements as he was brought back to a few weeks ago. First the stabbing, the altercation in the bakery, and now this. Ezra wasn't sure how much more he could handle. He'd never been one to fight unless he needed to. Most of the time he'd never raise a hand to a person for his own protection, but right now it wasn't about him. Marta was the one in trouble. Oscar was going to torture her mind and he couldn't just take a beating like he was taught, but the act of moving was incredibly difficult. His head was spinning and his muscles felt like brick. His eyes opened a little and he could see the horrified look on Marta's face.

"Run...Marta...before...it's..." Ezra couldn't finish before he received another kick to the abdomen.