I know, it's literally months since my last update on this, and it'll continue to be slow on the updates, but I'm hoping not that slow anymore^^

So here it is, the next chapter:

murder

„There he is. You've got him Nagi?" The teen nodded while never taking his eyes off from the man he could see through the window of the opposite Building. They were currently sitting in an appartment on the other side of the street, watching their target.

Schuldig grimaced as he got a glimpse of the mind of this man. What a digusting and pathetic thing. It would have been delicious to break it, malm it, crush it. But that was the teens job.

"Which organ do you want to take?", almond eyes got a thoughtfull look before they cleared again.

"Heart." The redhead nodded.

"Good. You know how it works, one step after the other, take your time, don't rush, weaken it till it collapses on its own.", Schuldig saw how Nagi visualized the mans heart in his mind, never breaking his gaze from his victim, how he pictured the chambers, the bloodstream. The telepath grinned as he saw what Nagi had planned. A blod clot in the coronary arteries, a heart attack in the simplest way.

"A beautiful idea."

"Thank you.", now the teens eyes started to glow in a dimm golden light, as he started to activate his powers. Schuldig knew it was working when he could feel the man getting uncomfortable. That was when he recognised four minds near that man.

"Nagi."

"What?"

"We got company. I'll take care of them, signall me when you're ready."

"Okay.", both concentrated their talents on their targets. It was no challenge for Schuldig to controll or manipulate four different minds but today he had to controll himself not to erase them, crush them with sheer power. It was a tempting thought to just silence them for eternaty, though, furthermore because he could do it.

Theoretically he could commit genocide and free the whole city from its human plague. Never having them in his head again, their voices never erasing his again. He would love to do it. Let them feel what he felt 24/7, just before he would crush their minds in the most painful ways possible.

He didn't crush them, though. Not the four minds of Weiß, which he manipulated at the moment so that they couldn't stop what was about to happen, nor the rest of Tokio. Brad said they would need them. So he let them live. So he played with their senses, played them against each other. He grinned nastily as he created the nightmares for the four human assassins. He confronted them with the guilt they were carrying in their hearts, tortured them with their loved ones. It just never lost its effect with them. Distracting them from their task of rescuing the man Nagi was killing.

"Done.", the teen said and Schuldig could feel and see that he was right. Smirking he sent Weiß one last image, the image of an exploding heart, before he let them go.

"Then let's go home, little one.", he said, throwing one arm around Nagi's shoulders.

"I'm not little!", came the indignant response from the teen.

"Of course, how could I forget, you're a giant.", he side stepped the punch to his side while laughing. "Come on, for celebration, I'll cook today.", they left the appartement without a care in the world, as if they hadn't killed someone in the last ten minutes.

They were two corridors away from the exit, on the way to Schuldigs car, when the redhead collapsed, suffocating the rising scream to a surpressed growl. Pictures, voices, screams, smells, feelings, emotions, everything happening to whole Japan resonated in his head, leaving him in excruciating pain. After minutes of torture, blessed darkness enveloped him, as he could feel strong arms picking him up. His last thought before he drifted into holy nothingness, was the name of his saviour.

//Brad.//

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The scene to which Brad arrived was even worse than his vision. Schuldig laid on the floor, convulsing in pain, screams of pain reduced to gurgles. The worst was the blood. Blood everywhere on the floor, Schuldigs body trashing in his own lifeforce that was streaming from his ears and nose. And he wasn't the only one. The people who had been walking by in that corridore were now lying on the floor, motionless, with wide open eyes and an expression of excruciating pain on their faces. All except Nagi.

The teen was leaning against the wall and regarded the scene before him in shock.

Slowly, as if in trance, the youngest member of Schwarz shifted his eyes away from the people on the floor, finding Brad's eyes instead. Shocked turned into desperate as his eyes turned dull, the voice coming out of his mouth the same, but on the other hand not his.

"Make it stop." A scream from the redhead turned Brads eyes to the telepath, who was now clutching his head, hammering it to the floor. "Please.", came a whisper from his left as he kneeled beside Schuldig. "Please, release me.", Nagi whispered, as sobs started to wreck the body before him, but the words let him hesitate. He turned to Nagi, his vacante eyes, expressionless face, then back to the man lying on the floor, trashing and screaming and sobbing in his own blood.

Release him? No! Brad took the well build, but nevertheless too thin frame of the telepath in his arms. Holding him like a small child after a nightmare, rocking back and firth, all the while praying to every deity he never believed in, to not let him lose the redhead. The boy he'd rescued, the man he learned to respect for his strength and vulnerability. Schuldigs body went limp. Every muscle, that was tense just a moment before, relaxed. Nagi's eyes became alive again and he let out a shaking breath, his eyes on Brad.

"What did just happen?" Brad stood with Schuldig still in his arms, shaking his head.

"His shields got a crack." Nagi followed him to the car.

"A crack?!", the teen looked back. Dead bodies littered the floor and he could feel that the life forces behind the doors, in the appartements, had vanished, as well. "Must have been one hell of a crack.", he mumbled, leaving the house and climbing into the car. He looked at Brad, who still held Schuldig in his arms, carressing his hair, holding his head under his chin, his dark eyes distant.

"Will he be okay?" Brown haunted eyes met his, and he knew that he shouldn't have asked.

"I don't know." Nagi shuddered at the whisper leaving his leaders lips, and turned to look out of the window, watching as the driver navigated them through the traffic of Tokio.

TBC

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