Hi everyone! I've got slight writer's block, so if this isn't as good as
the other three chapters, I'm sorry, K?
Disclaimer: I really wish I owned them, but no, they belong to Koyasu
Takehito and Project Weiss. I only own Silk.
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Tot's POV
Silk-chan's gone missing. She went off after school and still isn't back. I don't blame her. Hell's frantically making phone calls. "- We can't afford to lose her. No. Yes. She's too strong." snippets of her conversation float into my ears.
She's right. Silk-chan's powers are so strong they're dangerous. Schuldig and Nagi are nothing compared to her. Shields so strong that no one will ever be able to find out her deep dark secrets, what she's hiding.
There's another ear-splitting crash from upstairs and I shudder, goose pimples running up and down my arms. Schoen's upstairs throwing every fragile object in the house against her bedroom wall. Can't she survive even one day without torturing the poor kid? She's a mad woman, I tell you. I really don't know how Silk-chan stands it. Every day. Every freaking single day she gets whipped, and she still persists. Her spirit's so strong she refuses to cry even though she's in pain. One of these days, she's going to get herself killed.
Of course, it was the same for me. The only way I got her to stop was to act insane. Yes, it's all an act. I live each and every day under the cover of insanity always in fear that either Hell of Schoen will find out. The mincing cutesy little voice, the talking in third person, it was hard at first, to keep it up, but I managed and now I'm used to it. In my heart, I wish Silk well, hoping feverently that she'll get away. I certainly didn't.
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Silk's POV
Everything is dark, so dark. My head throbs with pain and I try to stand, but the floor whirls beneath me. Where am I? I hear heavy footsteps coming closer and closer and I back against one corner, shivering. My numerous wounds light a perpetual fire of pain in my body. The door creaks open and a single shaft of light lands on my face. A dark figure fills the doorway and I recognize him immediately.
" No-please, no!" my voice rises in panic and I shake my head from side to side, nearly in hysterics. Images fill my mind. Balvangor. I can't be back! I can't! The man moves closer and I can see the glare of malice in his eyes.
"Please. Please let me off! I didn't do anything wrong!" I whisper, as Dr. Teo's face moves closer to mine. I can feel his glare on me face, smell his stale breath. I turn my face away. An icy claw of fear grips my heart and I back against the wall.
"You didn't give the boy his reward." The eyes blaze in fury. " You will get exactly what you deserve." It is definitely Balvangor. Every word he speaks is in Chinese.
" I am my own person. My body is mine to give away." My voice is now cold. " I am not some cheap whore that you can buy on the streets of Hong Kong!" This is one issue that I cannot leave standing and my fear disappears rapidly.
" You are a woman. One of the few in Balvangor. You will do what is expected of you after your regular lessons." The voice is merciless. " You are in China. All women belong to men. Now, I ask you once again. Will you give the boy his reward?"
" No." I clench my slim fingers into fists and I stare defiantly at Dr. Teo.
" You are asking for this, Silk." He smiles a feline grin and I know that he will enjoy what he is going to do to me. I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut. He doesn't stand on ceremony.
Everything swirls and there is a sharp pain in my head. He delves straight into my mind. I gasp and fall to the ground as he shatters my defences, the ringing in my get goes from bad to worse. He works methodically, crashing unwanted into my head, breaking down walls it took me hours to build. I writh on the floor, clutching my head in my hands. The pain must stop, please, please let it stop. But it goes on. Dull, throbbing pain, sharp, piercing pain and the worst pain of all. Images flash through my mind as I live my worst experiences all over again. The aching pain of departure as I was dragged forcibly away from my parents. The pain of every day's lessons, the beatings by the teachers, the mental torture, the prejudice against girls-it all comes back to me.
Pictures, scenes, memories flash past my eyes and I scream, one long aching scream that comes straight from the depths of my soul. And then there is blessed silence, as I disappear into the dark abyss of blackness, of unconsciousness.
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Ken's POV
"How is she?" I ask Omi, as he steps noiselessly out of him room and shuts the door behind him.
"I don't know, she seems to be having some sort of nightmare-she keeps muttering in that strange language." Omi's glassy blue eyes are full of worry.
"I think it's Chinese." We both whirl around and see Youji, heading out for a night of drinking at random bars. He frowns a little, head to one side. " I still can't believe Aya jabbed her with that dart."
" Yeah," I cut in " She wasn't doing any harm. Lucky Omi had the antidote on him."
" Aya-kun has his own reasons. He probably wanted to find out more from her." Omi's face is pale and there are telltale dark smudges beneath his eyes. He yawns. I look at my watch and blanch.
" It's only ten!"
" Er, Bishonen, what's wrong with that?" Youji looks at me in suspicion
" Why's Omi so tired then?" I snap back. " He usually stays up late and goes on the Internet."
" Ken-kun, I stayed up until 5 last night. I'm entitled to be sleepy." Omi lets out another yawn.
" Hentai!" Youji winks knowingly at Omi. Omi flushes bright red.
" Youji-kun, not everybody's like you! I was trying to hack into Schwarz's files!"
" Yeah yeah, excuses excuses. Anyway, I'm off!" Youji bounces down the stairs and Omi lets out a final ' YOUJI-KUN!' before heading towards the living room.
" I'll sleep on the couch!" he calls to me on the way down. Me? I head towards my room and plop down on my bed. Staring at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling, I wonder. Who is that girl? What's her story? And I wonder if I'll ever know. If she'll ever tell us.
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Tot's POV
Silk-chan's gone missing. She went off after school and still isn't back. I don't blame her. Hell's frantically making phone calls. "- We can't afford to lose her. No. Yes. She's too strong." snippets of her conversation float into my ears.
She's right. Silk-chan's powers are so strong they're dangerous. Schuldig and Nagi are nothing compared to her. Shields so strong that no one will ever be able to find out her deep dark secrets, what she's hiding.
There's another ear-splitting crash from upstairs and I shudder, goose pimples running up and down my arms. Schoen's upstairs throwing every fragile object in the house against her bedroom wall. Can't she survive even one day without torturing the poor kid? She's a mad woman, I tell you. I really don't know how Silk-chan stands it. Every day. Every freaking single day she gets whipped, and she still persists. Her spirit's so strong she refuses to cry even though she's in pain. One of these days, she's going to get herself killed.
Of course, it was the same for me. The only way I got her to stop was to act insane. Yes, it's all an act. I live each and every day under the cover of insanity always in fear that either Hell of Schoen will find out. The mincing cutesy little voice, the talking in third person, it was hard at first, to keep it up, but I managed and now I'm used to it. In my heart, I wish Silk well, hoping feverently that she'll get away. I certainly didn't.
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Silk's POV
Everything is dark, so dark. My head throbs with pain and I try to stand, but the floor whirls beneath me. Where am I? I hear heavy footsteps coming closer and closer and I back against one corner, shivering. My numerous wounds light a perpetual fire of pain in my body. The door creaks open and a single shaft of light lands on my face. A dark figure fills the doorway and I recognize him immediately.
" No-please, no!" my voice rises in panic and I shake my head from side to side, nearly in hysterics. Images fill my mind. Balvangor. I can't be back! I can't! The man moves closer and I can see the glare of malice in his eyes.
"Please. Please let me off! I didn't do anything wrong!" I whisper, as Dr. Teo's face moves closer to mine. I can feel his glare on me face, smell his stale breath. I turn my face away. An icy claw of fear grips my heart and I back against the wall.
"You didn't give the boy his reward." The eyes blaze in fury. " You will get exactly what you deserve." It is definitely Balvangor. Every word he speaks is in Chinese.
" I am my own person. My body is mine to give away." My voice is now cold. " I am not some cheap whore that you can buy on the streets of Hong Kong!" This is one issue that I cannot leave standing and my fear disappears rapidly.
" You are a woman. One of the few in Balvangor. You will do what is expected of you after your regular lessons." The voice is merciless. " You are in China. All women belong to men. Now, I ask you once again. Will you give the boy his reward?"
" No." I clench my slim fingers into fists and I stare defiantly at Dr. Teo.
" You are asking for this, Silk." He smiles a feline grin and I know that he will enjoy what he is going to do to me. I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut. He doesn't stand on ceremony.
Everything swirls and there is a sharp pain in my head. He delves straight into my mind. I gasp and fall to the ground as he shatters my defences, the ringing in my get goes from bad to worse. He works methodically, crashing unwanted into my head, breaking down walls it took me hours to build. I writh on the floor, clutching my head in my hands. The pain must stop, please, please let it stop. But it goes on. Dull, throbbing pain, sharp, piercing pain and the worst pain of all. Images flash through my mind as I live my worst experiences all over again. The aching pain of departure as I was dragged forcibly away from my parents. The pain of every day's lessons, the beatings by the teachers, the mental torture, the prejudice against girls-it all comes back to me.
Pictures, scenes, memories flash past my eyes and I scream, one long aching scream that comes straight from the depths of my soul. And then there is blessed silence, as I disappear into the dark abyss of blackness, of unconsciousness.
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Ken's POV
"How is she?" I ask Omi, as he steps noiselessly out of him room and shuts the door behind him.
"I don't know, she seems to be having some sort of nightmare-she keeps muttering in that strange language." Omi's glassy blue eyes are full of worry.
"I think it's Chinese." We both whirl around and see Youji, heading out for a night of drinking at random bars. He frowns a little, head to one side. " I still can't believe Aya jabbed her with that dart."
" Yeah," I cut in " She wasn't doing any harm. Lucky Omi had the antidote on him."
" Aya-kun has his own reasons. He probably wanted to find out more from her." Omi's face is pale and there are telltale dark smudges beneath his eyes. He yawns. I look at my watch and blanch.
" It's only ten!"
" Er, Bishonen, what's wrong with that?" Youji looks at me in suspicion
" Why's Omi so tired then?" I snap back. " He usually stays up late and goes on the Internet."
" Ken-kun, I stayed up until 5 last night. I'm entitled to be sleepy." Omi lets out another yawn.
" Hentai!" Youji winks knowingly at Omi. Omi flushes bright red.
" Youji-kun, not everybody's like you! I was trying to hack into Schwarz's files!"
" Yeah yeah, excuses excuses. Anyway, I'm off!" Youji bounces down the stairs and Omi lets out a final ' YOUJI-KUN!' before heading towards the living room.
" I'll sleep on the couch!" he calls to me on the way down. Me? I head towards my room and plop down on my bed. Staring at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling, I wonder. Who is that girl? What's her story? And I wonder if I'll ever know. If she'll ever tell us.