Schuldich winced as the sunlight made its way across the floor to pry at his eyelids. Slowly, he opened them, bringing a hand up to protect his eyes from the light.
He was lying in the still-running shower, the water now cold. He stood, turning off the water. He had fallen across the drain at some point, and the water had filled up over the lip of the shower to flood the bathroom. He sloshed his way through the inch or two of water to the door.
Stopping at the mirror, he winced at his reflection. His hair was matted and tangled. His ear was tender and still red. Scratch marks and a couple bruises decorated his torso.
He'd gotten off lucky. He'd had much worse from Schweigen. Estet had been a welcome haven compared to the dominating telepath.
He walked back to the bed, and collapsed on it, rolling up in the sheets. He was cold and ready to cry.
*How the fuck did I become so stupid as to fall in with that bastard?* He wondered miserably. He remembered the blond, perfect seduction to a young, na•ve, fledgling telepath. *Who better to trust than someone named after the one thing you crave?* he reflected. The seduction had turned to pain quickly. Being whisked away by Estet agents was an easy out. It had been easy for them to train him. When they first interrogated him, all he could say was 'Ich bin schuldig.'
And now look at him. He was a shivering, quaking mass of fear the moment Schweigen returned.
*How did Bradley know about Schweigen? Why? Why...* Schuldich thought desperately. As far as he knew, Bradley had known nothing of his life before Estet.
He was miserable. All this reminiscing wasn't helping either. And as he was too sore to go out and get drunk, he opted for the next best thing and let sleep overtake him.
Nagi scowled at the new telepath, who wore a very self-satisfied smile on his face. He had many of the same traits as Schuldich -- especially the sly wit and the smugness, but on the redhead they were not the only things there. He trusted Schuldich. And he didn't trust Schweigen further than he could throw him -- without his powers.
A wise decision, young one.
He was lying in the still-running shower, the water now cold. He stood, turning off the water. He had fallen across the drain at some point, and the water had filled up over the lip of the shower to flood the bathroom. He sloshed his way through the inch or two of water to the door.
Stopping at the mirror, he winced at his reflection. His hair was matted and tangled. His ear was tender and still red. Scratch marks and a couple bruises decorated his torso.
He'd gotten off lucky. He'd had much worse from Schweigen. Estet had been a welcome haven compared to the dominating telepath.
He walked back to the bed, and collapsed on it, rolling up in the sheets. He was cold and ready to cry.
*How the fuck did I become so stupid as to fall in with that bastard?* He wondered miserably. He remembered the blond, perfect seduction to a young, na•ve, fledgling telepath. *Who better to trust than someone named after the one thing you crave?* he reflected. The seduction had turned to pain quickly. Being whisked away by Estet agents was an easy out. It had been easy for them to train him. When they first interrogated him, all he could say was 'Ich bin schuldig.'
And now look at him. He was a shivering, quaking mass of fear the moment Schweigen returned.
*How did Bradley know about Schweigen? Why? Why...* Schuldich thought desperately. As far as he knew, Bradley had known nothing of his life before Estet.
He was miserable. All this reminiscing wasn't helping either. And as he was too sore to go out and get drunk, he opted for the next best thing and let sleep overtake him.
Nagi scowled at the new telepath, who wore a very self-satisfied smile on his face. He had many of the same traits as Schuldich -- especially the sly wit and the smugness, but on the redhead they were not the only things there. He trusted Schuldich. And he didn't trust Schweigen further than he could throw him -- without his powers.
A wise decision, young one.
