Broken
Part 2
"What took you so long?" Crawford asked when Schuldich came up to the window of the car, even though he already knew the answer.
"The redhead interfered... but it's ok, our little friend handled the situation perfectly." Schuldich said, Omi just sobbed through the gag.
Schuldich opened the trunk and threw the blond boy inside. Omi landed rather painfully, but managed not to cry out. Tears were still running down his cheeks and he tried to close his eyes, hoping that when he opened them it would all have been just another bad dream.
"Ohhh give it a rest will you, and try to get some sleep too...you've got a heavy program in front of you tomorrow." Schuldich smirked slyly and slammed the lid shut. He took his seat and the car drove away from the flower shop.
"Too bad their leader didn't come in. I would have loved to come and assist you." Farfarello said licking his knife.
"Yeah, I bet you would," Crawford smiled while adjusting his glasses, "but you will get your chance to hurt them, later."
"It'll hurt God…" Farfarello sneered. Crawford and Schuldich chose not to comment on that.
They drove in silence the next 15 minutes.
"He's sleeping." Schuldich suddenly said. "Maybe I should help him get some exciting dreams..."
"I think he will get enough excitement when we get started with him." Crawford said and cackled under his breath. "Save your energy."
"I'll see to it that he gets excitement." Farfarello commented with an evil smile.
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Schuldich opened the trunk, and looked down at the sleeping boy. He looked so helpless and innocent with his pale arms behind his back; his blond hair spread like a halo around his angelic face and his white and blue and way too big pyjamas hanging loosely on him. He was curled up in a fetal position as he shivered in the cold.
Schuldich smiled evilly and carefully picked Omi up in his arms. The youth stirred but didn't wake up when he was carried down in a dark basement. Schuldich didn't let go of Omi, he kept on holding him close, and started the invasion of Omi's mind, manipulating his dreams.
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Omi was walking with Ouka - hand in hand in a nice park. They were having a wonderful time laughing and smiling. The sun was shining – nice and warm. Ouka went to get some ice cream... but she didn't return. Omi was getting worried.
"Now it's been 20 minutes, where is she?" Omi thought and looked around him. It was getting dark very quickly, and the park didn't look inviting anymore. It was quite spooky.
Suddenly he heard a familiar voice screaming.
"Ouka?" Omi ran in the direction he heard the scream coming from, and he came to a tree - with Ouka bound to it, and Schuldich standing right next to her.
"Shit, not him!" Omi thought. He didn't have any weapons and he was alone, - He knew his chances of rescuing her were very slim. "Where are the others when I need them?"
Omi's eyes widened with fear when Schuldich drew a gun and pointed it at him... and fired.
The silence was ripped apart as Omi's scream filled the dark night. Schuldich stepped closer and Omi fell to his knees clutching his wounded shoulder, his breathe was ragged and the stabbing pain in his shoulder was making his arm num.
"Come on you guys... please come and help me!" Omi thought desperately looking for them while at the same time keeping an eye on his enemy. - Why didn't the others come to help him? He knew this situation – he had lived through it and knew his friends ought to be near by.
~They wont come.~ Schuldich's voice tore through Omi's head. ~They abandoned you, just like your father did.~
"No, they would never do that." Omi whimpered to himself in a voice that should have been tough. He wasn't even sure he believed it himself.
~Dream on, Omi. Besides, even if they were considering on coming... they wouldn't get here in time.~ and with a mocking smile Schuldich fired the gun again, and again, hitting Omi's stomach with two bullets.
Omi couldn't even scream, the searing pain was invading his sense and knocking his breath away. He crumbled to the ground, not being able to move, much less get up. He was paralysed. The white-hot pain was everywhere draining all of his energy, and he could taste blood in his mouth. He couldn't control his movements; he just lay there and thrashed at Schuldich's feet.
With his foot Schuldich turned Omi around, so that he was lying on his wounded stomach in a puddle of his own blood. He stepped on Omi's back pressing him down and then suddenly brought his heel down on his victim's spine very hard. There was a cracking sound and suddenly the pain stopped.... every sensation stopped, and now there was another reason why Omi couldn't move.
~Maybe I should let you live, what do you think about wheelchairs Omi?~ Schuldich laughed scornfully. "If you are lucky you get to sit it one for about 60 yeas."
Omi didn't answer, he didn't even understand what Schuldich was saying. He was losing consciousness as quickly as he was losing blood.
~Nahh, you would bleed to death anyway, might as well do it for you.~ He kicked Omi to turn him back on to his back, Omi didn't feel the pain, but he was starting to feel cold and very dizzy, he couldn't even focus, when Schuldich pointed the gun at him again, but he heard the click of the trigger .... and jerked awake.
"MMNNGGGHHH" was all that could escape Omi's gagged mouth. He didn't remember where he was - much less why his feet and arms were hurting... and why he wasn't lying in his bed. Someone was holding him in his arms. Omi looked up and jumped when he saw whom it was.
"Wild dreams, kleiner" Schuldich giggled. "Don't worry I'm here, it was just a dream." Schuldich cuddled Omi and held him close, while Omi tensed and tried to push away from the red haired German, failing miserable, because all his limbs were tied up.
Schuldich went to a worn out bed and let go of the blond boy. He landed on the hard bed and tried to find a somewhat comfortable position, that didn't make him look too pathetic. Schuldich took a dusty blanked from under the bed and covered the bound blue eyed boy, who was now lying on his side.
Omi was looking at Schuldich with an angry expression on his face - but with the gag and the tearful red eyes it didn't look very scary, Schuldich just laughed and tried to tuck the blanket tight around Omi.
Omi felt so stupid, being tucked in by his enemy and he could feel a new flush of tears sting in his eyes again.
"What is taking you so long?" sounded Crawford's calm voice from the door.
"I'm merely taking good care of our guest." Schuldich answered with an all too sweet voice.
"Good, but hurry up, we have things to discuss."
Schuldich bend down and kissed Omi on his forehead before he could move out of the way. He then got up and walked out of the room, without even looking at the captive.
~Sweet dreams!~
Then the two Schwarz members left Omi and closed the door, leaving him in complete darkness.
But though Omi was tired, he didn't want to sleep, he was afraid of his nightmares - afraid that Schuldich would screw up his head more than it already was, so he kept himself awake all night. He curled up and let the tears run freely now that he was alone in the dark basement.
