Brad Crawford pulled his car to the side of the road, parking it just off
the curb. He scanned the surrounding area before getting out, confident
there was no one around. As he stepped out of his car, another vision
struck him. Schuldich, on hands and knees, growling. Crawford shut his
eyes, not wanting to think about it.
"Crawford, where now?" He was jolted from those thoughts by Farfarello, who was now standing beside him. He looked around, certain the road to the estate where Schuldich would be was right down the road. He knew from previous times here that they employed no security system anywhere around the area, the telepathic abilities of the German woman stronger than any electrical system in use. But Crawford wondered whether or not she was concentrating on looking for intruders, or whether she was too caught up in Schuldich to bother looking for anyone. He hoped it was the second, but knew better than to let his guard down. Farfarello followed closely behind him, clutching a knife in his hand. Crawford doubted they would meet anyone until they entered the estate, but precautions had to be taken. He removed the safety lock from his gun, holding it slightly out in front of him. After a few more minutes spent walking through the dense forest, and there, in the near distance, Crawford saw a break in the trees, as a freshly mowed lawn spread out. And there, in the middle of the grass, was the familiar granite building, still as imposing as ever. Crawford motioned for Farfarello to sit down, as he set about explaining the areas around and within the building. He laid his plan out for the Irishman, and also, though unwillingly, for his opponent.
~*~
"They're outside the estate, in the forest. They'll be here soon. Damn American moves quickly."
"Do you want to send anyone out?"
"No. Let them come. Let them see my creation." Nikola left the study room, wanting to check on her precious German pet again. She walked down the hall leading to the laboratory room, coming to stand beside Franz as he typed commands onto a computer screen.
"Almost finished. It was rather easy this time around. Four days of work accomplishing what two years could not. I think you will be pleased." Franz moved away from his computer, moving to the bed Schuldich was strapped down on. He undid the straps keeping him tied down, injecting a shot into the redhead's arm. He stepped back, as Schuldich woke up, shaking his head. "Go ahead, try him out." Franz gestured to Nikola, as he grabbed his clipboard and pen.
"Schuldich." The redhead's eyes shot over at her, staring at her. "Here." She pointed down at the floor beside where she stood. Schuldich dropped down off the table, and Nikola's eyes grew large as she watched him walk on hands and knees towards her, stopping only as he reached her leg. He tilted his head up, staring up at her. She reached a hand down, petting his head. "Good boy. You are mine now, ja?" Schuldich pressed his head against her leg, as her hand continued to pet him. She grabbed a leash off the wall behind her, attaching it to Schuldich's collar that Franz had placed on him earlier. "Franz, I am very impressed. Only one last test." Nikola tugged on the leash, getting Schuldich's attention. "Bradley Crawford." As she muttered the name, she watched the expression on the redhead's face turn into a snarl, his lips curling back from his teeth. A low growl emitted from his throat, as his whole body stiffened. She laughed, petting him again. "Very good boy. Very good. Come now, time to get you acquainted with your new room and bed." She headed for the door, as Schuldich trailed along behind her, still on hands on knees, just like a well-trained dog. She pushed open the door to her room, unleashing Schuldich as she shut the door again. He sat on the floor, watching her as she walked around the room. She snapped her fingers pointing to a large basket by the end of her bed. He bounded over to it, hopping inside. "Very good, this is your new bed. You will sleep here, and be my protection during the night. You will never sleep on my bed, understand?" Schuldich barked, as he settled his head down on his arms, curled into a ball. Nikola laughed, sitting down on her bed, staring at her new pet. "Yes Crawford, he is mine, and you won't take him back." She closed her eyes, resting a while before the confrontation with Crawford and his companion would happen. She wanted to be fully rested, as well as have her new pet a little rested as well. The strain that seeing the American again would put on the mind of her new puppy would definitely be great, as she knew that deep within his mind, the redhead would fight her. As she thought about the near future, she suddenly had a change of heart.
"Schuldich, up here." She patted the bed beside her, as the redhead jumped up, settling down, and licking her face. She petted his head, as he whined happily from his place beside her. It wouldn't hurt to bond a little with the animal before they met up with Crawford again. She opened her mind up to the world outside the estate, searching for one voice. She found it, not surprised that it in turn was searching for Schuldich. She linked into that mind, listening for a few moments before finally speaking. She sent a message into the American's head, distorting her own voice in favour of another.
'Bradley, help me Bradley.' Crawford froze, upon hearing Schuldich's voice in his mind.
'Schuldich? Where are you? Are you alright?'
'Bradley hurry, please. Hurry.' Then silence, as Nikola withdrew from the American, smiling to herself, as she knew that little piece would definitely send the American into a frenzy. And that was just what she wanted.
Crawford sat behind a tree, not really using it for cover, but rather for something to lean against as he surveyed the area. As he thought: no one was there. He didn't really expect anyone either, but he checked anyhow. Farfarello sat beside him, saying nothing, as he also surveyed the area. From what he had been told by his leader, he knew that Schuldich was in serious trouble, and for once he pushed thoughts of hurting God aside, and instead focused on hurting whoever was holding Schuldich captive. He figured hurting them would hurt God, and getting Schuldich back would also hurt God, so for the time being he would concentrate on hurting these people.
"Crawford, when are we going in?" Farfarello didn't bother looking at the American as he asked his question, his mind absently caught on the sight of a few roaming butterflies, seemingly so out of place in this otherwise stark and foreboding area. He wanted to crush them.
"Soon. Just sit back for a bit, I need to think." Crawford was trying his best to recall everything about the building he could remember, before actually entering. There would be no room for foul-ups today. He had also been waiting; maybe Schuldich would try to contact him again. It had been over an hour though, and he had heard nothing. He planned to enter and conduct his attack in about thirty minutes, unless he either heard otherwise from Schuldich, or he had a vision. He took this final time to quickly reflect on his situation, to calm himself again after having heard the frantic pleadings of his German. He couldn't allow himself to get overly worked up; he had to concentrate.
~*~
"That damned American, I'll have to send him another message, ja?" Nikola petted the top of Schuldich's head, as he whined, straining his head against her. She had been nearly certain in reading the American's thoughts that the moment he had heard Schuldich's cry for help, he would have come rushing in. But he had surprised her. Now as she listened to him, hearing his latest plan, she knew she needed to contact him again. But she decided on a slightly different method this time. She needed to convey a sense of dire immediacy to him. She laid back, concentrated, and slipped into his head.
'Bradley? It hurts, oh it hurts, I need you please help me Bradley.' She let her voice drift off, waiting for his reaction.
'Schuldich? Schuldich can you hear me?' She began whimpering, attempting to sound as desperate and pathetic as possible.
'Bradley get them away from me, get it out of me, get it out of me Bradley I feel so tired please don't let them put anymore in me'
'Anymore what? Schuldich what have they done to you?'
'So tired, so sore, I think I see blood on my body but that might just be my eyes acting funny cause I feel funny Bradley I don't know what I feel I'm tired and I wanna sleep but they won't let me and oh Bradley don't let them touch me anymore Bradley please I hurt so bad.' She started crying, a soft but pathetic whimper, as she tuned out of his head. His last thoughts before she went were murderous and bloodthirsty, the idea that someone was violating the mind and body of his German lover straining his thoughts. She had been satisfied he would come running in, shooting up her lovely mansion. She would wait for him. A few minutes later, she heard a soft beeping, as she turned her focus to a small monitor that slid out of the wall, showing a camera's view of the main entrance area. As she thought, there he stood, and she finally got a glimpse of his companion. A young looking thing with many knives: he could be fun too. She suddenly became aware of a low growling beside her, looking down at Schuldich, his features frozen, his lips pulled back in a snarl. She chuckled to herself, sliding off the bed and sauntering across the floor to the wall, taking his leash off. She returned to the bed, attaching one end to his collar. She petted him, stopping his growling.
"Ah yes my pet, you can sense him, ja? Don't worry, it won't be long. Would you like to go for a walk?" He hopped off the bed, landing stealthily on hands and feet on the floor beside her, brushing his head against her leg. She held his leash firmly, walking towards the door. She left her suite, walking down the hallway, preferring to make a quicker encounter with the American. She reached out for his mind, his thoughts rather loud as he bounded up the stairwell at the opposite end of the building. She flicked the lights for the hallway off, as she stood at the end, leaning against the back wall, holding Schuldich's leash in her hand. He was sitting at her side, aware of who was coming. He stared down the hall, his ears listening intently. All he knew was that Crawford was coming, and from the training he had undergone, Crawford meant bad things, and he hated bad things, wanted to tear at bad things, tear them apart. Tear them to pieces. Tear them limb from limb. Just tear them. He felt anxious, wanting to bolt down the hall to attack more quickly, but knew he had to stay by his master's side. He was her protector after all, her trained guard dog. He would tear apart any bad things that came for her, any bad things that came for him. Tear them apart. Tear their eyes out, so they wouldn't be able to look at her. Tear their hands off, so they wouldn't be able to touch her. Tear their heads off, so they wouldn't be able to think about her. He would tear them apart. So he waited, because they would be here soon. Bad things always came quickly, but he would tear them apart even quicker.
"Crawford, where now?" He was jolted from those thoughts by Farfarello, who was now standing beside him. He looked around, certain the road to the estate where Schuldich would be was right down the road. He knew from previous times here that they employed no security system anywhere around the area, the telepathic abilities of the German woman stronger than any electrical system in use. But Crawford wondered whether or not she was concentrating on looking for intruders, or whether she was too caught up in Schuldich to bother looking for anyone. He hoped it was the second, but knew better than to let his guard down. Farfarello followed closely behind him, clutching a knife in his hand. Crawford doubted they would meet anyone until they entered the estate, but precautions had to be taken. He removed the safety lock from his gun, holding it slightly out in front of him. After a few more minutes spent walking through the dense forest, and there, in the near distance, Crawford saw a break in the trees, as a freshly mowed lawn spread out. And there, in the middle of the grass, was the familiar granite building, still as imposing as ever. Crawford motioned for Farfarello to sit down, as he set about explaining the areas around and within the building. He laid his plan out for the Irishman, and also, though unwillingly, for his opponent.
~*~
"They're outside the estate, in the forest. They'll be here soon. Damn American moves quickly."
"Do you want to send anyone out?"
"No. Let them come. Let them see my creation." Nikola left the study room, wanting to check on her precious German pet again. She walked down the hall leading to the laboratory room, coming to stand beside Franz as he typed commands onto a computer screen.
"Almost finished. It was rather easy this time around. Four days of work accomplishing what two years could not. I think you will be pleased." Franz moved away from his computer, moving to the bed Schuldich was strapped down on. He undid the straps keeping him tied down, injecting a shot into the redhead's arm. He stepped back, as Schuldich woke up, shaking his head. "Go ahead, try him out." Franz gestured to Nikola, as he grabbed his clipboard and pen.
"Schuldich." The redhead's eyes shot over at her, staring at her. "Here." She pointed down at the floor beside where she stood. Schuldich dropped down off the table, and Nikola's eyes grew large as she watched him walk on hands and knees towards her, stopping only as he reached her leg. He tilted his head up, staring up at her. She reached a hand down, petting his head. "Good boy. You are mine now, ja?" Schuldich pressed his head against her leg, as her hand continued to pet him. She grabbed a leash off the wall behind her, attaching it to Schuldich's collar that Franz had placed on him earlier. "Franz, I am very impressed. Only one last test." Nikola tugged on the leash, getting Schuldich's attention. "Bradley Crawford." As she muttered the name, she watched the expression on the redhead's face turn into a snarl, his lips curling back from his teeth. A low growl emitted from his throat, as his whole body stiffened. She laughed, petting him again. "Very good boy. Very good. Come now, time to get you acquainted with your new room and bed." She headed for the door, as Schuldich trailed along behind her, still on hands on knees, just like a well-trained dog. She pushed open the door to her room, unleashing Schuldich as she shut the door again. He sat on the floor, watching her as she walked around the room. She snapped her fingers pointing to a large basket by the end of her bed. He bounded over to it, hopping inside. "Very good, this is your new bed. You will sleep here, and be my protection during the night. You will never sleep on my bed, understand?" Schuldich barked, as he settled his head down on his arms, curled into a ball. Nikola laughed, sitting down on her bed, staring at her new pet. "Yes Crawford, he is mine, and you won't take him back." She closed her eyes, resting a while before the confrontation with Crawford and his companion would happen. She wanted to be fully rested, as well as have her new pet a little rested as well. The strain that seeing the American again would put on the mind of her new puppy would definitely be great, as she knew that deep within his mind, the redhead would fight her. As she thought about the near future, she suddenly had a change of heart.
"Schuldich, up here." She patted the bed beside her, as the redhead jumped up, settling down, and licking her face. She petted his head, as he whined happily from his place beside her. It wouldn't hurt to bond a little with the animal before they met up with Crawford again. She opened her mind up to the world outside the estate, searching for one voice. She found it, not surprised that it in turn was searching for Schuldich. She linked into that mind, listening for a few moments before finally speaking. She sent a message into the American's head, distorting her own voice in favour of another.
'Bradley, help me Bradley.' Crawford froze, upon hearing Schuldich's voice in his mind.
'Schuldich? Where are you? Are you alright?'
'Bradley hurry, please. Hurry.' Then silence, as Nikola withdrew from the American, smiling to herself, as she knew that little piece would definitely send the American into a frenzy. And that was just what she wanted.
Crawford sat behind a tree, not really using it for cover, but rather for something to lean against as he surveyed the area. As he thought: no one was there. He didn't really expect anyone either, but he checked anyhow. Farfarello sat beside him, saying nothing, as he also surveyed the area. From what he had been told by his leader, he knew that Schuldich was in serious trouble, and for once he pushed thoughts of hurting God aside, and instead focused on hurting whoever was holding Schuldich captive. He figured hurting them would hurt God, and getting Schuldich back would also hurt God, so for the time being he would concentrate on hurting these people.
"Crawford, when are we going in?" Farfarello didn't bother looking at the American as he asked his question, his mind absently caught on the sight of a few roaming butterflies, seemingly so out of place in this otherwise stark and foreboding area. He wanted to crush them.
"Soon. Just sit back for a bit, I need to think." Crawford was trying his best to recall everything about the building he could remember, before actually entering. There would be no room for foul-ups today. He had also been waiting; maybe Schuldich would try to contact him again. It had been over an hour though, and he had heard nothing. He planned to enter and conduct his attack in about thirty minutes, unless he either heard otherwise from Schuldich, or he had a vision. He took this final time to quickly reflect on his situation, to calm himself again after having heard the frantic pleadings of his German. He couldn't allow himself to get overly worked up; he had to concentrate.
~*~
"That damned American, I'll have to send him another message, ja?" Nikola petted the top of Schuldich's head, as he whined, straining his head against her. She had been nearly certain in reading the American's thoughts that the moment he had heard Schuldich's cry for help, he would have come rushing in. But he had surprised her. Now as she listened to him, hearing his latest plan, she knew she needed to contact him again. But she decided on a slightly different method this time. She needed to convey a sense of dire immediacy to him. She laid back, concentrated, and slipped into his head.
'Bradley? It hurts, oh it hurts, I need you please help me Bradley.' She let her voice drift off, waiting for his reaction.
'Schuldich? Schuldich can you hear me?' She began whimpering, attempting to sound as desperate and pathetic as possible.
'Bradley get them away from me, get it out of me, get it out of me Bradley I feel so tired please don't let them put anymore in me'
'Anymore what? Schuldich what have they done to you?'
'So tired, so sore, I think I see blood on my body but that might just be my eyes acting funny cause I feel funny Bradley I don't know what I feel I'm tired and I wanna sleep but they won't let me and oh Bradley don't let them touch me anymore Bradley please I hurt so bad.' She started crying, a soft but pathetic whimper, as she tuned out of his head. His last thoughts before she went were murderous and bloodthirsty, the idea that someone was violating the mind and body of his German lover straining his thoughts. She had been satisfied he would come running in, shooting up her lovely mansion. She would wait for him. A few minutes later, she heard a soft beeping, as she turned her focus to a small monitor that slid out of the wall, showing a camera's view of the main entrance area. As she thought, there he stood, and she finally got a glimpse of his companion. A young looking thing with many knives: he could be fun too. She suddenly became aware of a low growling beside her, looking down at Schuldich, his features frozen, his lips pulled back in a snarl. She chuckled to herself, sliding off the bed and sauntering across the floor to the wall, taking his leash off. She returned to the bed, attaching one end to his collar. She petted him, stopping his growling.
"Ah yes my pet, you can sense him, ja? Don't worry, it won't be long. Would you like to go for a walk?" He hopped off the bed, landing stealthily on hands and feet on the floor beside her, brushing his head against her leg. She held his leash firmly, walking towards the door. She left her suite, walking down the hallway, preferring to make a quicker encounter with the American. She reached out for his mind, his thoughts rather loud as he bounded up the stairwell at the opposite end of the building. She flicked the lights for the hallway off, as she stood at the end, leaning against the back wall, holding Schuldich's leash in her hand. He was sitting at her side, aware of who was coming. He stared down the hall, his ears listening intently. All he knew was that Crawford was coming, and from the training he had undergone, Crawford meant bad things, and he hated bad things, wanted to tear at bad things, tear them apart. Tear them to pieces. Tear them limb from limb. Just tear them. He felt anxious, wanting to bolt down the hall to attack more quickly, but knew he had to stay by his master's side. He was her protector after all, her trained guard dog. He would tear apart any bad things that came for her, any bad things that came for him. Tear them apart. Tear their eyes out, so they wouldn't be able to look at her. Tear their hands off, so they wouldn't be able to touch her. Tear their heads off, so they wouldn't be able to think about her. He would tear them apart. So he waited, because they would be here soon. Bad things always came quickly, but he would tear them apart even quicker.