Voices from Hell
"I can't use medication, It messes with his powers and
thares no telling what could happen." Nagi sighed as he felt
brads head for the fervor he knew he would not find.
"I don't know what's wrong with him Schu! He's so cold he
should be dead! No living person should be this could." Nagi
took brads icy hands in his and rubbed them, trying despratly
to warm his dark haired american friend.
"But he woun't stop sweating!" Nagi moved the warm
clothe over brads forehead, frowning deeply.
"He seems fine physical, no poison or foreign substances
in his blood streem, nore anything that is traceable in his stomach
or digestion system, I tested them. And nothing with his powers
seems wrong. I can't probe as far as you though Schu, Maybe you
can try? Maybe it is something to do with his Powers." Nagi
could tell Schuldig was ignoring him and his eyebrow twitched
slightly with the stress, his pleads made schulditch sigh. Schuldig
put the keys to the car into the key bowl and sighed at Nagi,
He knew it wasn't anything to do with Brads powers. No it was
nothing like that, Nagi just wanted to blame it on that. to relieve
some of the stress he had to, he was too young yet to take these
things head on.
It had something to do with the break in, Schuldig knew it. Something
about the it wasn't right, there was nothing stolen, and Just
the way the scattered Objects had been arranged neatly about the
floor before the criminals left. Some sort of pattern they could
not figure out. It scared Schuldig, it was a personal attack
on Brad.
"I can't tell what's the matter, Schu?" Schuldig had
gone out moments earlier and found Farfarello had been playing
in the puddles of blood he had created with two children's bodies
draped over rafters of the old barn that was beside the Catholic
church. the children's empty eyes kept coming to his mind and
he kept finding he wanted to throw up with the sight of there
pail faces all so innocent, no older then five. They were all
dressed up for church in lace and frills that had been stained
with deep red speckles.
The way they had been hung made the blood from there slit throats
drip down there chins and faces in a sickening way, dripping to
form the puddle of beep red blood Farfy had found amusing, 'It's
artwork' He had been mumbling as he stared at them swinging lightly
in the breeze. The one child had a ring on her finger it was just
a normal band with a name engraved on it, Sarah.
Schuldig had almost smiled to keep his gagging down to a slight
choke on his own saliva. Farfy seemed very pleased with himself,
Dragging his finger through the blood on the concrete floor and
drawing hearts and starts in red. His face was covered with Dark
liquid. Schuldig was just glad he had gotten there after the
massacre had occurred.
The albino man was now locked in his room, after a kill he always
liked to be alone when he laughed about the expressions on there
faces when he had struck them. Schuldig had listened to him once
after a kill, rambling to himself. He replayed the kill in words
and vocabulary Schu had not thought the Irish man had possessed.
But his mind kept much hidden and stored away, Away from the sun
and others, Schuldig was incapable of getting into Farfarellos
mind and getting information, Only the things Farfy wanted to
be seen he allowed to be let lose to float and haunt Schuldig,
Schuldig was sure if you asked Farfy he could define and recapture
every murder he has ever committed in graphic details back to
you, playing a movie in you mind, like it was in his. Schuldig
wavered, memories coming back.
"They were kids." He mumbled to Nagi and Nagi looked
over to his German teammate as Schuldig flopped down on the
couch holding his head. How there screams echoed in his mind,
he had heard them through Farfy's mind, he had always been week.
Always week, too much he wanted to be able to crack Farfy's mind,
Too weak to keep that kind of thing out.
"Screams, they were so young." Nagi let the clothe
go and came to stand by Schuldig.
"You ok? You want to talk about it?" Schuldig looked
at the smiling teen, Nagi looked quite innocent standing there
a bright smile cheerful expressed on his lips. Schuldig knew it
was forced from the lines of effort also creasing his face. It
made for a half convincing half hearted smile.
Why was he being to understanding? So caring? What was the little
Fuck up to? Did he think that if Schuldig admitted to the way
Farfarellos kills haunted his thoughts it would revel a weakness
that the teen could pick at? He was sure that was it, Nagi always
loved to pry at Schuldig's weaknesses, always looking for a new
thing to tease the German about.
Schuldig frowned and shook his head.
"Take a break you little Fuck. And leave me the hell alone,"
Nagi frowned at first, hesitant to go.
"Well! GO! I don't want to see your ugly pail face! you
hear! until I say so! Go play online Fucking with your little
friends, or what ever you do!" Schuldig sent a magazine that
was sitting on the coffee table flying at Nagi who walked away
calmly despite the shouts. The dark haired boy waved the book
away and sent it back at Schuldig who had to catch it and cursed
as Nagi left the room.
Schuldig felt the screaming die down in his head as he took
the two pain killers from the bathroom cabinet. Gulping down the
could water too he looked up at himself in the mirror there was
blood streaked across his forehead, he cursed Farfarello picking
up the clothe began to wipe it off his forehead. It was not his
own blood, it was that of the children's, it had been all over
Farfarellos hands and Farfy had not been happy with being taken
away from his kills without 'blessing' them, a ritual Schuldig
would rather not take part in, a small quirk Farfy had worked
up on his own, Involving a blender, pieces of flesh and clothing.
Schuldig dabbed the red stain off his forehead, pouring could
water over his head once again he closed his eyes and licked
his dry chapped lips, the faintest taste of metallic human blood
touched his taste buds and he opened his eyes, greeted by a horrific
sight in the mirror. There was blood all over his face! trickling
down his left side of his face in a thick streak. Schuldig went
to splash the blood off of his skin with the running water, but
his hand was Immediate warmed as he stuck it in the sink. The
water running within the sink was blood red! and thick, sloshing
around violently in a almost chunky sickening way. Schuldig
took the towel and wiped his face off Quickly with shaky hands,
he must be hallucinating! Had Nagi been fooling around with the
Pill bottles again? Had Farfy 'medication' somehow gotten into
the Tylenol Bottle? looking up again into the mirror and it was
gone, but he could almost feel the crawling sensation down his
skin thick pasty blood. He turned off the tap and stared at the
red thick liquid that didn't want to drain, he guessed that the
drain was clogged. He desperately stuck his hand into the drain,
his stomach threatening to empty it's contents right there,
he clawed at the drain and he felt something plugging it.
"Ah Ha!" He said feeling a bit of relief as he felt
the cylindrical item blocking the drain. But no time to rejoice,
the red was soaking up his sleeve, staining his white suit sucking
up into his sleeve so his entire right arm of his suit was to
his shoulder was covered, it began to move upwards still, in
an unnatural crawling way, almost alive, it wanted to cover him.
To Paint him in red!
He was pressured to take the jacket off but he wanted desperately
to make the red go away, the blood within the sink, if he could
just get a hold of the thing was was blocking the drain! But
it was stuck. Feeling something slowly creeping down his forehead
once more he stopped it from going into his eyes with his other
hand, it was warm, almost hot. A single drop of blood dripped
from his hand on his forehead, hitting and merging with the other
blood in the sink before he even got to look at his hand. Schuldig
sprang up, taking his hand away from the drain and looking again
into the mirror. There was a bloody wound cutting from one side
of his forehead to the other in a huge gaping bloody mess. The
wound was dripping blood steadily down his face and it's dark
Liquid seemed inhuman to him, it was hot and dribbled down his
face as if it were could and sluggish. Shouting he took the towel
to cover the wound from his eyes and to keep the blood in, no
pain. That was all he thought. No pain, hell had finely come to
get him. He almost wanted to laugh.
The door slammed shut and the lights flickered and went off
in the bathroom. Nothing but the steadiness of his breath and
dripping coming from somewhere in the darkness. Then in the back
of his mind he heard a small child laugh. He heard it over and
over again, the innocent sweet voice of a child, but somehow it
had been tampered with and it was ire inside his head, echoing
over and over and no matter what he did it just kept getting louder.
the child's sweet voice tainted with a malice he thought Farfy
would sound like.
"Stop!" He shouted and held his head getting a bloody
hand print on his forehead. The laughter kept coming, louder louder
and louder. And then somehow in some way along the line, it was
mixed with the screaming of the little girls Farfarello had killed,
he had seen bits and pieces of the kill and they resurfaced with
the screaming, Farfy chanted his passages from the bible, blood
dribbling from the coroner of his mouth a insanely happy smile
painted on his face as he hovered over the two little girls.
The laughing of the child was still on top of all of it, still
the loudest. Laughing and laughing, on and on. Schuldig fell to
his knees,
"Stop!" He whimpered, his head was screaming with the
laughter chanting and voices, all mixed with dead faces coming
from nowhere now. Screaming past his eyes he felt there death
cry over and over, shaking his bones and making his skin crawl.
In the many faces he saw Nagi and Brads faces, he saw Farfarellos
face, paler then normal smiling in his death. and he saw the Weiss
members all in the same flash, they were all eyeless great black
gaping holes where there eyes and mouths should of been. Dead,
mouths gaping in a sad soft scream of everlasting punishment.
Hell, Hell was waiting for them, had been watching them.
In the dark he dared not open his eyes to what he might see in
reality might be ten folds worse he didn't want to imagine. Death
all seemed not so funny any more, it was too real. as he said
that then suddenly he felt the lights come back on and the laughing
and chanting faded away from his mind, after a few minutes went
by he opened his eyes one at a time peering into the lighted
bathroom.
He placed on shaky foot after the other on the ground to support
himself and began to laugh at the ones who were trying to scare
him. Or was that what he was laughing at? Maybe he was laughing
at himself.
There was a knock at the door.
"Schu? You all right in there?" It was Nagi, the little
fuck! it must of been him!
"You little!" Schuldig was filled with anger he couldn't
find any English words to express himself, he (cursing in German
every step) stormed over to the door and swung it open prepared
to explode in Nagis face. As soon as he opened the door all
the screams and chanting rushed by his ears again lightning Quick,
the whole episode as quick as two seconds. As Nagi stood there,
his face was wide with fear in that silent scream of last memories
and regret, horrible emotionlessness painted in his eyeless face.
Then it flickered and the image was gone, with a rushing Pop,
it was all gone sucked away somewhere far gone.
Nagi stood there his cute little face framed with brown hair
looking quite puzzled at Schuldichs actions.
"Schu? You ok?" Schuldig supported himself on the door
as he heard the draining of the blood in the sink.
"What were you screaming about? Why are you bleeding Schu?"
Nagi went to check Schuldig's forehead and Schuldig violently
jerked away from the boy cursing and holding the small cut in
his forehead.
"Get away from me!" He screeched out at the boys face
and ran out of the room shaking and almost whimpering, he ran
into his room slamming the door in Nagis face.
"Schu!" He yelled and he could hear Schuldig Crashing
around in his room cursing, kicking and throwing things. If he
broke the window again Brad would get real mad at him. Nagi sighed,
Had Schuldig seen what he had seen? Had he just seen what Nagi
experienced? Nagi could almost say yes, he had very rarely seen
Schuldig this shaken up over one of Farfy kills, something else
had gotten into his brain. Nagi had felt the same thing moments
ago, the fearful faces still fresh in his mind,
"Brad. What's going on?" Nagi didn't want to be alone
at that moment not after what he had just seen, and what state
Schuldig had just been in. Schuldig was scared, Nagi could feel
fear coming from his room, a vile sick feeling that he feared
would seep into him if he stayed there too long. He sighed and
moved away from the door, Farfarello would be capable of coming
out now, he would get Farfy to keep him company. Walking Quickly
away from the upstairs he saw something catch his eye, a glint
of glass, wet glass. Stopping at the bathroom door and peered
over the sink top to find there there was a glass tube that encased
what looked like a letter inside the sink drain. Nagi picked
up the peculiar tube and Continued on his way downstairs, Farfy
should be good company for him, much better then Schu's Arrogant
attitude.
