Aya grasped his sholder, blood running freely through his fingers
despite his effort. "I wonder if he missed on purpose.." he said aloud in
his normal calm tone, grimacing as he stood up from where he had fallen.
"I'll never understand him. But then....I'm not supposed to..." he said
with a sigh, walking down the hall to the medic room.
**earlier that month**
The tip of Schu's mouth trickled upward as he pulled his tringer for the 3rd time. "Why don't you people learn to die quickly? You're the ones who dislike the pain, just give in." he said to the lifeless corpse before him. He turned around to see if Farfie and Brad were finished.
Farfello removed the long, narrow blade slowly from his victim. For a moment he held his knife level with his eyes, watching the sun glisten off the blood. "This part is always so beautiful." he said to himself. He then licked the knife clean, leaving a deep slit on his tongue. Schuldig watched this scene, and neither one of them said anything.... for this was normal when it came to Farfello.
"Are you two finished?" asked Crawford, walking into the silent room. He wiped his hands on the ripped curtains at his feet and stood, brushing off his suit.
"Yeah, we're done." Schu replied, scratching the back of his head. "I'm hungry." he said, and the three left the house as if nothing had happened, getting into Schu's car. Brad turned around and sighed as he spotted Nagi slumped over in the back seat, asleep. Farfello nudged him over so that he could sit down. "Sooo...Chinese?!" Schu asked eagerly, and after the car sped off around the corner there was complete silence once again.
***
"No. NO....NO! NO! NO!" screamed Omi as he hit his computer monitor.
"Don't kill it..." said Yohji, without looking up. This happened often enough, the kid's CD would never play on the computer no matter what Omi did. Ken walked in with a huge stack of papers in his arms. He nearly tripped over the Aya's katana sheath and the papers fell right into Yohji lap, spilling the steaming coffee all over his pants.
"God Damnit!" Yohji wailed, first at the pain the coffee caused, and then due to the damage the wait of the papers had caused. Aya immediately picked up his fallen sheath while Yohji danced around the room.
"What was that?" Aya inquired, eying the now unorganized papers all over the floor.
Ken sighed and scratched the back of his head, "Oh nothing, just a couple weeks worth of searches gone to flames....I'll never figure them out now." he said, crouching down to gather them all.
"Aha! Finally you do something right!" Omi said, and the others (including the agonizing Yohji) went over to see what Omi had found.
"Damn. That's two blocks from here." Yohji said, staring at the screen. There was a picture of a pretty ransacked room, and the remains of at least three people.
"Zoom in on the window, Omi." Aya said, one of his eyebrow's lowered in curiousity. Why would anyone attack a family, those people had lived there for years....there was nothing suspicious about them.
"Holy shit, do you see that?" Ken asked, squinting his eyes at the picture. There was a vage red handprint on the curtains, obviously blood smeared into the white cloth.
"Schwarz..." Aya said under his breath. No one else said anything, they all got up and quickly gathered all their needs, leaving one by one out the door. 'There wasn't anything suspicious about them....was there?'
**earlier that month**
The tip of Schu's mouth trickled upward as he pulled his tringer for the 3rd time. "Why don't you people learn to die quickly? You're the ones who dislike the pain, just give in." he said to the lifeless corpse before him. He turned around to see if Farfie and Brad were finished.
Farfello removed the long, narrow blade slowly from his victim. For a moment he held his knife level with his eyes, watching the sun glisten off the blood. "This part is always so beautiful." he said to himself. He then licked the knife clean, leaving a deep slit on his tongue. Schuldig watched this scene, and neither one of them said anything.... for this was normal when it came to Farfello.
"Are you two finished?" asked Crawford, walking into the silent room. He wiped his hands on the ripped curtains at his feet and stood, brushing off his suit.
"Yeah, we're done." Schu replied, scratching the back of his head. "I'm hungry." he said, and the three left the house as if nothing had happened, getting into Schu's car. Brad turned around and sighed as he spotted Nagi slumped over in the back seat, asleep. Farfello nudged him over so that he could sit down. "Sooo...Chinese?!" Schu asked eagerly, and after the car sped off around the corner there was complete silence once again.
***
"No. NO....NO! NO! NO!" screamed Omi as he hit his computer monitor.
"Don't kill it..." said Yohji, without looking up. This happened often enough, the kid's CD would never play on the computer no matter what Omi did. Ken walked in with a huge stack of papers in his arms. He nearly tripped over the Aya's katana sheath and the papers fell right into Yohji lap, spilling the steaming coffee all over his pants.
"God Damnit!" Yohji wailed, first at the pain the coffee caused, and then due to the damage the wait of the papers had caused. Aya immediately picked up his fallen sheath while Yohji danced around the room.
"What was that?" Aya inquired, eying the now unorganized papers all over the floor.
Ken sighed and scratched the back of his head, "Oh nothing, just a couple weeks worth of searches gone to flames....I'll never figure them out now." he said, crouching down to gather them all.
"Aha! Finally you do something right!" Omi said, and the others (including the agonizing Yohji) went over to see what Omi had found.
"Damn. That's two blocks from here." Yohji said, staring at the screen. There was a picture of a pretty ransacked room, and the remains of at least three people.
"Zoom in on the window, Omi." Aya said, one of his eyebrow's lowered in curiousity. Why would anyone attack a family, those people had lived there for years....there was nothing suspicious about them.
"Holy shit, do you see that?" Ken asked, squinting his eyes at the picture. There was a vage red handprint on the curtains, obviously blood smeared into the white cloth.
"Schwarz..." Aya said under his breath. No one else said anything, they all got up and quickly gathered all their needs, leaving one by one out the door. 'There wasn't anything suspicious about them....was there?'