Hi, that's my first try in this language so I'm apologizing for all my mistakes at the beginning, hope you'll like it nevertheless. I'm not sure about the rating so inform me if it is too low.
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, I'm just borrowing the charas
Schwarz
It happened exactly the way he had seen it before, but now it happened in reality. The dark eyes of an eight year old watched through the gap of a nearly closed door how a man just wont remove his hands from the neck of his mother. A man with the same dark eyes as the child.
He could hear his mothers desperate tries to breathe, her eyes wide in panic, could see how the tiny veins in her eyes exploded, coloring the white of her eyes red behind her askew glasses.
The boy saw everything just like it happened before, heard everything in the same way, it just doesn't felt the same way. The fear, he had had in his vision, had vanished, he neither felt fear for his mother nor for himself, because he knew what would happen.
The redhaired woman, who was laying there on the bed with shredded clothing and harsh bruises, who was still fighting for her life, would cease to move in the next moments and empty green eyes would be looking out of the big picture-window. And the boy knew that those eyes had seen what would happen. He had felt it in the way she had hugged him, she had told him that she loved him, just before she left him in his room to open the door and allowed the man with his eyes to enter.
She answered his question why she had run away: "So that my son would have a chance at normal life, so that he can take you down."
And now she lay on the bed, the woman who was his mother and best friend on the same time, the woman who was looking at the sky at night, watching the stars with sad eyes. Now she was looking at the same sky with dead eyes and she would never again spin around with him in her arms, laughing, when he awoke at night, catching her being sad. In his childish heart he was allways near to tears when he found her that way, but he loved to be the reason to make her smile again.
Now he would never see her smile again, never would he see her lively green eyes, never would he stroke back her fiery, silky hair to the back of her ear when she sat on the windowsill, not wanting him to see her tears.
He held no fear for himself, because he knew that the man wouldn't hurt him. He would open the door all the way in a few seconds, and he would tell him to follow him, and the boy would shift his glasses a little bit higher on his nose and would follow him without a word. Leaving behind his innocence and the body of his mother.
He knew where they were going, he had seen the cold white walls, the laboratories, the missionrooms, sleepingcells, classrooms and executionrooms. The dark eyes of the boy glared with fire for barely a second as he closed the door behind him, swearing to destroy this organisation, then they turned as cold as ice, building an indestructible wall around his mind. He knew he would need it.
TBC
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