Psychotic Beat
By Miyuki-My-Love
Chapter One
"Riddle Me This"
Pain shot through a boys' body in bursts that made him want to scream his heart out, a fit sacrifice for his mind. He cried in pain and agony as another set of bolts were lunged through his frail back. He screamed a blood curling howl as it shot through his spine, his mind was spinning, leaving his eyes and ears completely useless. He howled, a cry that creeps through the minds of frightened children on Halloweens eve, the scream of complete pain and agony, one that could kill a man with its deathly tone. Although He screamed and moaned he was not heard. He panted as the pain soon left his body for a split second. His mouth was dry, tears and drool dripped down his face mixed with sweat and blood, his eyes were blood shot and his cheeks flushed. He had been laying there for what felt like days taking lashes in the back, bolts into his soft skin, an insanity tinted feeling tugged at the ends of his retreating mind.
Suddenly the new born burst of pain stopped in their tracks of blood and grime. He breathed a new breath of cold air into his torn lungs as his vision slowly returned. His ears opened up to hear nothing but the blurred sound of birds chirping a gay tune. He tried to lift my head but fell to soon as a trail of burning discomfort shot down his back and a snapping sound shattered through the air as he curled into a ball cringing as his arms wrapped around his lower back. He tried to gather more air when, without warning his brain shut down and his whole body collapsed, the only sight that was left was a silver needle in his side.
* * *
"Am I, the one who fights, the one ye seek?
And though am I weak and frail, will ye seek me out and strike thy sword?
I have given up my dearest life for thee, and here ye boast and claim thy sword as thy own?
Where art thou that ye may keep thy word, that may seek the honest one, that may take it upon himself for another brother? Here I am, will ye take me as I am, or will ye reject the solider.
Ye lost thy sense and all thy mind. Thou art senseless and without wisdom. Ye take the science of the world and distort it into thine mind and yet take another's hand and lead them astray. Ye slit thine companies throat with a stick but ye kiss another's cheek with that of a sharp edge of a blade before battle,"
the words from the old book echoed threw the dim empty class room. One alone sat among the ghosts of students that occupied the day. The sun reflected bright calm colors onto his white skin. His purple eyes looking over the tattered and fading words on the page of the book before him. He sighed a sigh of heavy burdens and thought as one's face came into mind, the name writing itself before the still shadow of the boy.
"Where art thou?"
* * *
Screams and voices ripped at this boy's mind, he was all alone in a pitch black hole. Voices of loved ones and friends were fading away as all sanity vanished from his torn and tattered mind. He fell under pressure, anger and hatred taking over all other emotions in a swirl of confusion and mystery.
He started to come to, the feelings in his head were all one and separate. He could not feel the difference. His eyes fluttered open as his reality was once again real. His scenes were now active and his body able to move. He was bruised and lashed all over yet he stood as if he had been healed completely. He breathed cold deathly air as it became apparent he was not the same. At the crack of a mental whip he snapped and was set loose into the world as a rabid dog to seek revenge on all who has turned on him. He stepped off a dark cold cliff in his mind and he was to be forever lost in a vague world of insanity, never to see his tender soul again.
He looked around at his surrounds. He was all alone on a dark hill, the eyes of the master hiding behind a shield of lies to protect them from their own creation. He stared at what came into view before him. His lost pink eyes set upon a former home of his. There rested his first victim, one who he would own before the break of dawn.
He set off from upon the hill, making is way down with a smirk plastered upon his death like face. He soon made it into the dark ally ways of the great city he had once stood gazing upon. He walked at his own pace no longer being just a human being but a manipulated tool of a hidden dictator. He soon reached the place of which he dwelt. His home. Yet at this night, this home of many shall become a battlefield for all that betrayed this one boy.
* * *
"And in the dark of night shall ye come for me, and in the dark of my heart shall ye stab me.
Yea, here I am with open arms to welcome you, brother, ye run and hide. Yea, though I loved you, brother, Ye stab me in the side of my heart. To declare war, ye cry, and thine heart hath fell corrupted." a book slammed close in the empty class room. A body raised from the chair and left the room with no word. His mind was set upon the tail he had just read. A brother that betrayed another.
Although humans do often wonder is books can change reality. That is not the case, reality is the books. They all connect one day.
The young man retreated to his room, its dark and empty hue not bothering him the slightest. He sat down at his desk, his mind wondering off into another world. His hands held a small white locket.
This boy never worried much. It was not his style, nor did he worry about ones he hated. Yet, there was a deep concern that knocked at his heart about the one he hated the most. A replacement for a dear thing in his life. He breathed slowly as the boys face came to mind. He wasn't sure if he should feel hatred or concern, if he should feel anger or love. That day, it would be decided for him.
A knock sounded at his door, he turned being snapped out of his trance. He spoke to the person on the other side with a heavy deep voice, "Come in."
The door cracked open and a small girl came into sight, her long orange hair popping out from the dark atmosphere of the room. Although she was not her bouncy self, her greens eyes held fear and her small fragile lips were turned into a frown.
"Lulu, I'm scared." She voiced what he saw in her.
"Shirley, has anything happened?"
"Uh-hu, we tried to find you but the power went out after you left the classroom. I saw you in the hall and tried to catch you but you passed on by. There has been a murder..." She paused, her face turning white, "On the campus." She walked over to him as he stood, a concerned look on his face. She pulled out a blood stained paper and placed it in his hands.
"This was on the body. It's a riddle."
Lelouch's eyes looked down at the paper, words were written on it in a messy manner. What almost looked like a distorted cursive. He read the words out loud in a whisper.
"Blood tints my hands, and sins are my ally,
I lie in a bed of death and my pillow are my victims,
This thing they call love has never reached me,
And the only thing that stands between me and your soul,
Is my only brother..." Lelouch paused as he looked down at the last three words, "Who am I?"
Shirley looked up at his troubled face as she grabbed onto his waist pulling him closer. She was his own. He put an arm around her small back, it trembling in fear. He put the paper into his pocket and looked down at her pleading eyes.
"Why?" She asked.
"Shirley, we don't know him. Get off campus. He wants me."
"He's so young."
"Age dose not matter when sin is involved." Lelouch kissed her soft cheek and sent her out of the room to gather students and friends and try and escape before more vanished.
"Rolo, what have you done?" He asked himself as he put a small hand gun in his school jacket. He ran out to find the boy, hoping this would all be over soon, and wondering what kind of force has done this.
* * *
A snicker escaped from the boys mouth as he set a pack of C4 on top the school rooftop. His pink eyes shot over to the picture of running students he saw threw the window below him. He quickly climbed down and hit a small button that lay in his hands. Time slowed, screams and howls broke out into the air as huge chunks of wall and roof fell onto the mass of students. He chuckled.
"Whatever they gave me, it rightfully coasted my life, and set this sinful mind of mine free!" He laughed inside as he watched the flames and rock fall in on themselves taking out half a the students, "They were all humans that needed to die. Mocking me for my size and my person. They shall die. And so shall he, my dearest brother, that he would rather prefer her over me. Strew that ungrateful prince!" He walked off without another thought to plan his next move, for his previous actions were only for giving a scare.
Afterword
Hello my little band of fans!
I persent to you a lovley make up present for doing such a
horrible job on VO and Renewed hearts.
I really enjoy writing Psycho Rolo and thought
this would be a good excuse to write him again! *cheers*
Although my school work has taken a chunck out of my brain,
I will try and make this fan fiction as psycho as I possibley can with out making it
bloody/gore/pointless. I hope you enjoy it as much as I will.
And I want your guy's oppinion:
I have a story line that would be allot like X-men meets Code Geass.
And It would be another happy oppertunity to write crazy people!
So I was wondering if I should put that story line up as well.
Thank you, and see you later!
PS. REVIEW ME!!! oh, and I'm taking Amnesia Angel down.