Title: Russian fox
By: Wildchild Laio -2002
Mail: Laioism@hotmail.com
A/N: Thanks to those of you who've commented and encouraged me so far!
I love you guys! ^_^ and I hope you'll enjoy the way I plan to develop this fic. I know I'm
taking some liberties with the characterisation ( *cough!* Farfarello! *cough!* ^^;; )
and stuff…but that is the beauty of fanfiction is it not?
Note: + marks beginning and end of Aloysas "visions"
::: Chapter 4 :::
"In madness you dwell"
~ + ~
Schuldig drove and Aloysa sat in the front whilst Farfarello was laying lazily outstretched in the
backseat, playing with the same weapon he had carried the first time Aloysa met him.
Schuldig watched the berserker in the front mirror, chuckling quietly.
" If the car bumps, you'll run yourself through with that…" he commented. Farfarello raised one
eyebrow, smiling.
"And that's a bad thing?" Aloysa was to busy, staring wide eyed out the window at Tokyo in
all its glory, to take any note of the two. Nothing he had ever seen could compare to the huge
city. After all, the ten years of his life he had spent outside the camps fences, he had lived in a
very small, desolate, town. A town with snow covered streets, where the buildings had been as
grey as the marble sky and the people as stern faced and unchanging as the tundra. Suddenly he
was roused from his daydreaming by a low scuffling sound as Farfarello sat up and leaned in between
the front seats. There was a creaking of moving leather as he leaned in closer and gave Schuldig a
peck on the neck, nuzzling his hair. Aloysa's eyes widened at the sight.
" Not when I'm driving Farfie" Schuldig murmured with a sigh. Farfarello grinned.
" God hurts if I distract you when you are driving…" He purred and Aloysa hid his blushing face
behind the curtain of his long hair, praying to whatever deity that might take pity on him.
They drove for another hour until Schuldig parked in a slot outside a old warehouse quarter.
" Some where around here one of the men made his last call before disappearing completely"
Schuldig said absently as they exited the car. As soon as Aloysas feet touched the
ground images started flashing for his eyes.
+....A young man wearing a messed up business suit, his pale, bruised, face a mask of pain.
There was blood running down the corner of his mouth. His hands tied behind his back…+
Startled, but hardly surprised, Aloysa looked around.
" At least one of them was here…" he said softly." He must have been ambushed and then…"
he frowned." Is there any way we could get inside the warehouse?"
Schuldig turned to Farfarello and nodded.
"Are…Are you sure he'll be ok?" Aloysa stared in the direction Farfarello had disappeared.
"Farfarello?" Schuldigs voice was filled with mirth " Yeah, he'll be just fine"
The next instance there was the loud, hair rising, sound of breaking glass from high abow on the
warehouse roof. Aloysas wide eyed expression made Schuldig chuckle quietly.
There was a muffled sound from the inside and then the heavy door flew open and
Farfarello stepped out, standing in the doorway. Shards of glass covered his shoulders and gleamed in
his silver hair and small dots of blood glittered on the pale, scared, skin.
Stepping aside he let Schuldig and Aloysa in.
"Nice work" Schuldig commented as he passed. Aloysa looked around and, seeing no rope or
ladder, he turned to stare at Farfarello, wondering exactly how the man had managed to get down, already
guessing and dreading the answer. Farfarello was busy licking blood of his fingers, not taking any note of
Aloysas stare.
"Russian is right…" he murmured without looking up."…There's blood stains on the flood boards…It's been
thoroughly washed away on the surface but the smell of death is still there"
"You if anyone would know I guess…" Schuldig commented wryly, looking around.
"Wonder what they used to keep in here anyway…"
" Wood…" Aloysa whispered absently, reaching out and touching one wall with his
sensitive fingers "…They shipped wood here to be used for furniture…" He kneeled, placing both
hands on the floor, closing his eyes as a shudder ran trough his body.
+...The same young man again, this time tied to a chair.
His dark almond shaped eyes screamed silent terror as a gun was forced into his mouth, slamming against the
back of his throat. And the torturing echo of the trigger clicking…+
Schuldig watched the youth with a frown. Aloysa let out a strangled gasp, pulling back his
hands as if burned. Rising and turning to the two older psychics he looked more pale and
wild eyed than ever.
" ….He…he was buried here…he's…outside…" he murmured and without waiting for them
he ran to the door. Farfarello gave Schuldig a questioning glance and the two hurried after.
Aloysa was kneeling again, this time digging his fingers into the earth, his head bowed as if
listening to something. As they came closer they could hear that the boy was whispering in a
fevered, soft voice. Schuldig shook his head, frowning
"Something's wrong…" Reaching out he carefully put a hand on the boys narrow shoulder.
Immediately Aloysa hissed and his head jerked up to stare at the older man. Schuldig, taken
by surprise by the jumble of aggressive emotions thrown back at him, nearly drew back a step.
The boys eyes were empty and
glossy as if he was in some sort of trance.
Clumsily tearing loose from Schuldig's grip he started clawing at the ground, digging with his fingers
in a frenzy. Farfarello looked at Schuldig and shook his head. ///He's lost it…/// Stepping towards, Schuldig
quickly grabbed a hold of the teens shoulders and dragged him away. Aloysa let out a animalistic
sound of rage, twisting and trying to kick and claw himself free of Schuldig's arms but to no avail.
Farfarello quickly kneeled by the spot and reached down, brushing earth and sand aside.
His hand touched something plastic. The one amber eye narrowed slowly and as he carefully ripped the
material open a terrible stench of decay filled his nostrils.
"What is it?" Schuldig asked, having managed to get Aloysa into a painful but effective grip, holding the youth
locked on place.
"The body…" Farfarello murmured softly. "…He was right, it's here…" Behind him Schuldig let out a
low, hoarse, curse. Farfarello brushed dirt of his hands and rose, turning and staring thoughtfully at
Aloysa who now was still and quiet in Schuldigs arms, trembling visibly. Schuldig's face was emotionless.
"Lets get him out of here…"
(TBC)
By: Wildchild Laio -2002
Mail: Laioism@hotmail.com
A/N: Thanks to those of you who've commented and encouraged me so far!
I love you guys! ^_^ and I hope you'll enjoy the way I plan to develop this fic. I know I'm
taking some liberties with the characterisation ( *cough!* Farfarello! *cough!* ^^;; )
and stuff…but that is the beauty of fanfiction is it not?
Note: + marks beginning and end of Aloysas "visions"
::: Chapter 4 :::
"In madness you dwell"
~ + ~
Schuldig drove and Aloysa sat in the front whilst Farfarello was laying lazily outstretched in the
backseat, playing with the same weapon he had carried the first time Aloysa met him.
Schuldig watched the berserker in the front mirror, chuckling quietly.
" If the car bumps, you'll run yourself through with that…" he commented. Farfarello raised one
eyebrow, smiling.
"And that's a bad thing?" Aloysa was to busy, staring wide eyed out the window at Tokyo in
all its glory, to take any note of the two. Nothing he had ever seen could compare to the huge
city. After all, the ten years of his life he had spent outside the camps fences, he had lived in a
very small, desolate, town. A town with snow covered streets, where the buildings had been as
grey as the marble sky and the people as stern faced and unchanging as the tundra. Suddenly he
was roused from his daydreaming by a low scuffling sound as Farfarello sat up and leaned in between
the front seats. There was a creaking of moving leather as he leaned in closer and gave Schuldig a
peck on the neck, nuzzling his hair. Aloysa's eyes widened at the sight.
" Not when I'm driving Farfie" Schuldig murmured with a sigh. Farfarello grinned.
" God hurts if I distract you when you are driving…" He purred and Aloysa hid his blushing face
behind the curtain of his long hair, praying to whatever deity that might take pity on him.
They drove for another hour until Schuldig parked in a slot outside a old warehouse quarter.
" Some where around here one of the men made his last call before disappearing completely"
Schuldig said absently as they exited the car. As soon as Aloysas feet touched the
ground images started flashing for his eyes.
+....A young man wearing a messed up business suit, his pale, bruised, face a mask of pain.
There was blood running down the corner of his mouth. His hands tied behind his back…+
Startled, but hardly surprised, Aloysa looked around.
" At least one of them was here…" he said softly." He must have been ambushed and then…"
he frowned." Is there any way we could get inside the warehouse?"
Schuldig turned to Farfarello and nodded.
"Are…Are you sure he'll be ok?" Aloysa stared in the direction Farfarello had disappeared.
"Farfarello?" Schuldigs voice was filled with mirth " Yeah, he'll be just fine"
The next instance there was the loud, hair rising, sound of breaking glass from high abow on the
warehouse roof. Aloysas wide eyed expression made Schuldig chuckle quietly.
There was a muffled sound from the inside and then the heavy door flew open and
Farfarello stepped out, standing in the doorway. Shards of glass covered his shoulders and gleamed in
his silver hair and small dots of blood glittered on the pale, scared, skin.
Stepping aside he let Schuldig and Aloysa in.
"Nice work" Schuldig commented as he passed. Aloysa looked around and, seeing no rope or
ladder, he turned to stare at Farfarello, wondering exactly how the man had managed to get down, already
guessing and dreading the answer. Farfarello was busy licking blood of his fingers, not taking any note of
Aloysas stare.
"Russian is right…" he murmured without looking up."…There's blood stains on the flood boards…It's been
thoroughly washed away on the surface but the smell of death is still there"
"You if anyone would know I guess…" Schuldig commented wryly, looking around.
"Wonder what they used to keep in here anyway…"
" Wood…" Aloysa whispered absently, reaching out and touching one wall with his
sensitive fingers "…They shipped wood here to be used for furniture…" He kneeled, placing both
hands on the floor, closing his eyes as a shudder ran trough his body.
+...The same young man again, this time tied to a chair.
His dark almond shaped eyes screamed silent terror as a gun was forced into his mouth, slamming against the
back of his throat. And the torturing echo of the trigger clicking…+
Schuldig watched the youth with a frown. Aloysa let out a strangled gasp, pulling back his
hands as if burned. Rising and turning to the two older psychics he looked more pale and
wild eyed than ever.
" ….He…he was buried here…he's…outside…" he murmured and without waiting for them
he ran to the door. Farfarello gave Schuldig a questioning glance and the two hurried after.
Aloysa was kneeling again, this time digging his fingers into the earth, his head bowed as if
listening to something. As they came closer they could hear that the boy was whispering in a
fevered, soft voice. Schuldig shook his head, frowning
"Something's wrong…" Reaching out he carefully put a hand on the boys narrow shoulder.
Immediately Aloysa hissed and his head jerked up to stare at the older man. Schuldig, taken
by surprise by the jumble of aggressive emotions thrown back at him, nearly drew back a step.
The boys eyes were empty and
glossy as if he was in some sort of trance.
Clumsily tearing loose from Schuldig's grip he started clawing at the ground, digging with his fingers
in a frenzy. Farfarello looked at Schuldig and shook his head. ///He's lost it…/// Stepping towards, Schuldig
quickly grabbed a hold of the teens shoulders and dragged him away. Aloysa let out a animalistic
sound of rage, twisting and trying to kick and claw himself free of Schuldig's arms but to no avail.
Farfarello quickly kneeled by the spot and reached down, brushing earth and sand aside.
His hand touched something plastic. The one amber eye narrowed slowly and as he carefully ripped the
material open a terrible stench of decay filled his nostrils.
"What is it?" Schuldig asked, having managed to get Aloysa into a painful but effective grip, holding the youth
locked on place.
"The body…" Farfarello murmured softly. "…He was right, it's here…" Behind him Schuldig let out a
low, hoarse, curse. Farfarello brushed dirt of his hands and rose, turning and staring thoughtfully at
Aloysa who now was still and quiet in Schuldigs arms, trembling visibly. Schuldig's face was emotionless.
"Lets get him out of here…"
(TBC)