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.