Halloween at the Schwarz Headquarters

An old story I did for Halloween a few years back. Thought I would post it up for other's to read. Enjoy!

Disclamer: The character's of Wiess – Kreuz and Gluhen – do not belong to me. Butthey are so fun to play with.

- One Shot -

Schuldich yawned loudly. Sinking down in the couch, he looked over at the clock. 3:20 am. Damn, time goes by slow when you are waiting for death.

Looking back at the TV he watched the static snow float around on the screen. He was no longer worried or frantic. No, that went away after the second or third day. He couldn't remember any more. It had to all be a hoax. Then why was he sitting there in front of the TV at 3:20 in the morning watching static? He wasn't sure. Maybe he just wanted to prove it all wrong.

He looked at the TV some more. 5 more minutes. Then life would be normal again.

The clock turned to 3:30. A nearby watch beeped.

He held his breath, waiting. The beeping finally stopped. He sat for another minute. Nothing happened. He let the breath out in a sigh or relief and moved to get up.

The static disappeared.

Schuldich's eyes snapped to the screen. A picture of an old well flickered on the screen, one he had seen just seven days ago. He heart jumped. No way. This couldn't be real.

Not able to move, he watched as someone climbed from the well. Long black hair, wet and messed, hung down, hiding the face, but did nothing to cover the old, wet, muddy cloths; what looked like it had once been a dress. As expected, it was the young girl in the film.

Schuldich slowly backed away from the screen as she came closer. This couldn't be happening.

His back hit the wall. He could go no further and watched on with wide eyes. The last bit of hope disappeared as she reached out at him, the hand coming out of the TV. Panic took over; something he swore would never get the better of him again. Yet another lie.

Darting for the door, he yanked on it finding it to be locked. Now why couldn't he have been a telekinetic like Nagi?

Realizing his fate he turned and stared into the face of hair now standing in front of him. A small squeak escaped his throat as she reached for him just inches away. The door suddenly opened and Schuldich stumbled into the chest of someone. He let out a full scream when said person grabbed him around the throat, effectively holding him in place.

Kicking and wrenching about, Schuldich tried to break free. Suddenly he stopped as the girl put her hand right in his face. With the other she reached up and parted the hair, allowing the face to be seen.

Schuldich looked in shock.

Nagi looked back trying not to laugh too much.

"Oh, we got you good," he finally calmed enough to say.

The hands around his neck loosed enough to allow him to look up into the cold eyes of their leader.

"What the fuck!" Schuldich cried out hoarsely. "Why?"

"Too many years you've been going about causing trouble. Just consider this your warning." He smiled. "Happy Halloween."

Brad Crawford actually smiled, a sadistic one but still a smile, then turned and walked away.

Schuldich turned to see Nagi was gone and the TV was back to static. Rubbing at his neck he swore revenge. There was no way they were going to hold this over his head. No one got the better of him on Halloween. Especially in the Schwarz household.