Hi again. I don't own Weiss or Schreient. Silk is my own original
character. Hope you all enjoy this. Please review! * toddles off to pester
friend for an Omi plushie* Oh, and Silk isn't me. Just for those wondering.
* * * * * Omi's POV
I reel back as the truth hits me. Hard. Schreient. I automatically reach for a dart from the inside of my jacket, but I feel my fingers trembling. Images fill my mind, of Schoen, Hell, Tot, Neu, of them cruel, murderous. Blood. Anger. Revenge.
The girl on the floor shakes uncontrollably. Her sobs are wild, full of pain, of a caged animal wounded so deeply that she can't ever be healed. She looks so fragile, tears pooling on her pale cheeks, beautiful glossy hair matted and askew. She is Stille. She is part of Schreient. She is my enemy. I repeat the words to myself in my brain. My head is clear and I'm confident. My fingers are once again nimble and sure of themselves.
One. She is Stille. I lift the dart. Two. She is part of Schreient. I take aim. I have never missed in my life and never will. Three. She is your enemy. KILL HER. Voices scream in my brain. I can't. I can't do it.
The girl's sobs grow louder. I stand poised, dart aimed. She whips her head off the ground and looks straight at me. I start and take a step back. Her eyes, they're so piercing--- they stare straight through me, reaching deep into the depths of my soul. They're full of fire, of ice, of smoke, hundreds of different greens, jade, grass, emerald, turquoise, gold, dancing, mocking, melting together, windows into her tortured soul. They glow dangerously.
"I'm not!" she howls, a howl that pierces deep into every listener's heart. " I'm not evil! I'm not one of them! I hate Schreient! Why can't anybody understand?" she screams and lapses into a language that I don't know. I lower my dart and slip it back into my jacket. I'm lost for words. I've never seen such uncontrolled passion, and I stand helpless. The girl is pale and ashen, exhausted from he sudden outburst. Tears flow unchecked down her cheeks. She curls up, knees hugged to her chest, sobbing gently into her skirt. Her misery is overwhelming.
"Omi?!" I whirl around, only to see the other three members of Weiss standing puzzled, behind me.
* * * * * Schoen's POV
The bitch has gone to school. At last we get a little peace and quiet. Sometimes I really don't know what to do with her. That weird place she came from, the Asian branch of Rosenkreuz? Yes, that's it, Balvangor. It must have been awful. Shivers run up and down my spine as my imagination goes wild. We've heard quite a bit about Estet and Rosenkreuz from Schwarz. About what they do to the kids, their so called 'lessons'.
Sometimes, I think the girl reminds me of myself when I first joined Schreient. Angry, willful, full of spirit. Huh. A bitter smile twitches the corners of my mouth. I, too, once thought that I would never submit. Where did that get me? They broke my spirit. They killed who I once was. I want revenge. I'll try whatever it takes to get the bitch to submit. So she thinks she can hold out? Let her try. I will do to her what was once done to me.
Fine. So maybe I went a little overboard when I did that with Tot. Made the girl freaking mad. So what? That's her problem. I crave suffering just as Farfarello craves blood. I love to feel that agony deep down in a person's soul, see them scream, hear the pain echoing out from their heart, up to heaven. The angels will weep, little one. Wait and see. Wait and see. * * * * * Aya's POV
I scrutinize the girl crying on the floor. She looks innocent enough.
"Omi? What on earth did you do to her?" Ken's voice is full of shock.
"She is Schreient." Omi's voice is wavery from the force of the girl's outburst and his own indecision.
"Did you shoot her or what? Why the heck did she start ranting? Give us an explanation, for God's sake, Omi!" Youji's face is pale.
"I- I don't know. I just accused her of being in Schreient and she started." Omi looks somehow confused.
Everyone turns to me for help and I sigh. It's always me. I put on my If-you-don't-listen-to-me-you're-going-to-regret-it glare and walk over to the girl, snatching a dart from Omi as I pass. I stoop down and tilt her chin towards me. Towards the dart in my hand. It's her. The girl in Schreient. The one who wanted to die.
flashback
The girl stands in front of me, tilting her pointed chin up, green eyes closed, crystal tears leaking from their corners. I stand stock still, katana poised, ready. I wait, eyes narrowed. Adrenaline pumps through my blood and I tense, waiting for her attack. It doesn't come. I lower my katana cautiously, watching her every move. Her eyes snap open, blazing with fury.
"Scared, Abyssinian?" Her voice is cold, but it doesn't mask her pain. "Kill me already!" she shrieks. The tears flow faster. What do I have to lose? One less enemy to fight. I raise my katana.
" STILLE!" Hell snatches her away at the last moment. The girl kicks and struggles with all her might.
"Let me go! You don't care about me anyway!" she hisses at Hell. There is a sickening crack and the girl is flung to the ground, clutching her cheek.
"You're right. I despise you. So does everyone else. You'd better start fighting, or you'll regret it once we get back." Hell stalks away and the girl gets up shakily, heading for me once again.
end flashback
"Were you forced to join Schreient?" my voice is cold and carefully neutral. The others stand by, watching.
"Yes."
~end~
Hope you enjoyed it, minna-san!
* * * * * Omi's POV
I reel back as the truth hits me. Hard. Schreient. I automatically reach for a dart from the inside of my jacket, but I feel my fingers trembling. Images fill my mind, of Schoen, Hell, Tot, Neu, of them cruel, murderous. Blood. Anger. Revenge.
The girl on the floor shakes uncontrollably. Her sobs are wild, full of pain, of a caged animal wounded so deeply that she can't ever be healed. She looks so fragile, tears pooling on her pale cheeks, beautiful glossy hair matted and askew. She is Stille. She is part of Schreient. She is my enemy. I repeat the words to myself in my brain. My head is clear and I'm confident. My fingers are once again nimble and sure of themselves.
One. She is Stille. I lift the dart. Two. She is part of Schreient. I take aim. I have never missed in my life and never will. Three. She is your enemy. KILL HER. Voices scream in my brain. I can't. I can't do it.
The girl's sobs grow louder. I stand poised, dart aimed. She whips her head off the ground and looks straight at me. I start and take a step back. Her eyes, they're so piercing--- they stare straight through me, reaching deep into the depths of my soul. They're full of fire, of ice, of smoke, hundreds of different greens, jade, grass, emerald, turquoise, gold, dancing, mocking, melting together, windows into her tortured soul. They glow dangerously.
"I'm not!" she howls, a howl that pierces deep into every listener's heart. " I'm not evil! I'm not one of them! I hate Schreient! Why can't anybody understand?" she screams and lapses into a language that I don't know. I lower my dart and slip it back into my jacket. I'm lost for words. I've never seen such uncontrolled passion, and I stand helpless. The girl is pale and ashen, exhausted from he sudden outburst. Tears flow unchecked down her cheeks. She curls up, knees hugged to her chest, sobbing gently into her skirt. Her misery is overwhelming.
"Omi?!" I whirl around, only to see the other three members of Weiss standing puzzled, behind me.
* * * * * Schoen's POV
The bitch has gone to school. At last we get a little peace and quiet. Sometimes I really don't know what to do with her. That weird place she came from, the Asian branch of Rosenkreuz? Yes, that's it, Balvangor. It must have been awful. Shivers run up and down my spine as my imagination goes wild. We've heard quite a bit about Estet and Rosenkreuz from Schwarz. About what they do to the kids, their so called 'lessons'.
Sometimes, I think the girl reminds me of myself when I first joined Schreient. Angry, willful, full of spirit. Huh. A bitter smile twitches the corners of my mouth. I, too, once thought that I would never submit. Where did that get me? They broke my spirit. They killed who I once was. I want revenge. I'll try whatever it takes to get the bitch to submit. So she thinks she can hold out? Let her try. I will do to her what was once done to me.
Fine. So maybe I went a little overboard when I did that with Tot. Made the girl freaking mad. So what? That's her problem. I crave suffering just as Farfarello craves blood. I love to feel that agony deep down in a person's soul, see them scream, hear the pain echoing out from their heart, up to heaven. The angels will weep, little one. Wait and see. Wait and see. * * * * * Aya's POV
I scrutinize the girl crying on the floor. She looks innocent enough.
"Omi? What on earth did you do to her?" Ken's voice is full of shock.
"She is Schreient." Omi's voice is wavery from the force of the girl's outburst and his own indecision.
"Did you shoot her or what? Why the heck did she start ranting? Give us an explanation, for God's sake, Omi!" Youji's face is pale.
"I- I don't know. I just accused her of being in Schreient and she started." Omi looks somehow confused.
Everyone turns to me for help and I sigh. It's always me. I put on my If-you-don't-listen-to-me-you're-going-to-regret-it glare and walk over to the girl, snatching a dart from Omi as I pass. I stoop down and tilt her chin towards me. Towards the dart in my hand. It's her. The girl in Schreient. The one who wanted to die.
flashback
The girl stands in front of me, tilting her pointed chin up, green eyes closed, crystal tears leaking from their corners. I stand stock still, katana poised, ready. I wait, eyes narrowed. Adrenaline pumps through my blood and I tense, waiting for her attack. It doesn't come. I lower my katana cautiously, watching her every move. Her eyes snap open, blazing with fury.
"Scared, Abyssinian?" Her voice is cold, but it doesn't mask her pain. "Kill me already!" she shrieks. The tears flow faster. What do I have to lose? One less enemy to fight. I raise my katana.
" STILLE!" Hell snatches her away at the last moment. The girl kicks and struggles with all her might.
"Let me go! You don't care about me anyway!" she hisses at Hell. There is a sickening crack and the girl is flung to the ground, clutching her cheek.
"You're right. I despise you. So does everyone else. You'd better start fighting, or you'll regret it once we get back." Hell stalks away and the girl gets up shakily, heading for me once again.
end flashback
"Were you forced to join Schreient?" my voice is cold and carefully neutral. The others stand by, watching.
"Yes."
~end~
Hope you enjoyed it, minna-san!