Broken
Part 5.
Omi's tears ran down his cheeks. He half sobbed half screamed out a: "NO." He didn't wait for the question, because he knew he couldn't stand the pain much longer - he had to answer before he thought about the consequences. And he would probably loose consciousness soon anyway, and drift into a comfortable painless sleep. He just lay still, gasping for air.
But the pressure didn't return though. In stead he felt a hand grab a fistful of his hair and yank him up to a sitting position. Omi moaned and looked up at Farfarello's evil smirk.
"I think we will try another method." He grinned and half dragged half carried Omi to the table in the middle of the room. Nagi helped Farfarello get Omi up on the table face down.
Omi looked very knackered as he turned his head to look at the two Schwarz members towering over him. He felt Nagi's powers hold him down against the table - not painfully this time, but he couldn't move. Not that it was necessary; Omi felt so worn out, he didn't have the strength to fight anymore.
Farfarello licked his knife and moved around the table, to find a good angle. He stopped and moved the knife down to Omi's neck only a hair's length away from his skin. Omi could feel it and tried not to shiver, while the one-eyed man moved his weapon downwards. Omi flinched as the Irishman easily sliced the pyjamas half apart and pulled it away from the boy's upper body to have a look at Omi's now bare back.
"Better turn him around." Farfarello said with an excited voice. "Start with his chest and save his back - for later."
Farfarello didn't ask any questions, he just started to slice. Carefully breaking the skin on Omi's chest so that the blood could run. Omi threw his head back and cried out in agony, and Farfarello started to lick the blood away. But Omi couldn't roll away from his captor – Nagi still had him pinned down. He could only lie and let the madman have it his way.
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"We're there." Schuldich informed when Crawford stopped the car. "Now get out."
Crawford and Schuldich got out and opened the doors so that their captives could step out as well. They both grabbed themselves a wounded enemy by their bleeding shoulder. Schuldich dragged Ken out, while Crawford grabbed Yoji. Aya got out by himself and waited.
Their blindfolds were removed and the three Weiss members tried to adjust their eyes to the light in the garage.
"This way." Crawford commanded and gestured at a door with his gun.
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It was more and more difficult to fight back and keep on being strong. There was nothing Omi wanted more than to tell them that he didn't know what they were talking about, but he had to play the game to ruin their plans. He felt tears sting in his eyes and he couldn't stop whimpering.
Farfarello looked like a child playing his favourite game with his favourite toy… and basically that was also what he was doing. He sliced his knife down over Omi's chest down to his stomach; he then stopped… and cut deeper in a quick motion. Omi tried to free himself, but Nagi didn't let down his powers. Omi moaned and drew in his breath in as Farfarello went to work drawing the blade down Omi's right site. Now Omi couldn't hold back his tears. The searing pain spread in his body from his cuts, and he couldn't move out of the way. He was helplessly trapped, and the torture went on and on.
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"This is the room." Crawford said and opened the door to let the three captives inside.
There were some chairs lined up in the small room, all facing the far wall. Aya, Ken and Yoji sat down and waited.
Schuldich took a chair and moved it so that he could sit in front of his guests.
"Ok, here we go. You get a final chance to tell us what we want to know."
"We don't fucking know what you are talking about..." Yoji said. "And we…"
"I wasn't talking to you." Schuldich dashed up and smacked Yoji across his face. He gave Yoji a victorious smile and went back to his chair.
"Look Aya, if you don't help me out here, I'm afraid that your little organiser wont come home with you in one piece. It would be a shame to loose such a good looking, innocent angel wouldn't it?"
~And I know that he holds a special place in your heart, you can hide it from the others, even from Omi himself, but you can't fool me.~ Schuldich added only to Aya.
Aya looked at Schuldich's mocking face, but didn't say anything.
"Crawford, I think he needs a little convincing." Schuldich laughed.
Crawford just pushed a button on the wall that Weiss were facing, and a black metal curtain was drawn up.
Schuldich enjoyed the look on the three Weiss members' faces when they realised what was going on in the room next to them. Even Aya winced when he saw the youngest member slick with blood, and Farfarello towering over him.
They couldn't hear anything – but they could see that Omi was screaming.
"O - Omi!?!" Ken stuttered.
Yoji shook his head in disbelief. "You freaking bastards... Leave him alone!"
"OMI!" Ken shouted at the top of his lungs.
"He can neither hear or see you," Crawford informed while adjusting his glasses. "We thought it would make it more exciting if he didn't knew you were here."
"Crawford don't take away the fun, we want to hear this, turn up the volume." Schuldich laughed keeping an eye on Weiss.
Crawford just smiled and pushed another button.
The three Weiss members jumped when the room was filled with Omi's tortured screams.
Schuldich smiled and send a message to Farfarello and Nagi telling them that they had viewers.
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Omi started to loose all hope… he couldn't take it much longer. The pain had increased, as the madman went on exploring new ways to hurt his pray. His knife was so slick with blood that he could barely hold on to it. Then suddenly he stopped.
Omi looked tiredly up at the one-eyed madman, waiting, but he didn't continue – instead his smile widened and he went to the cupboard and took out a whip.
Omi felt Nagi's pressure fade, and he slacked. He tried to relax his mussels – but the stabbing pain from his cuts doubled and Omi curled up in a ball. Every breath he drew made it hurt all over his body, and he was breathing fast.
Omi felt Farfarello's hand close around his upper arm and he was roughly turned around to lie on his hurt stomach. Omi protested but Farfarello pushed his head down till his cheek touched the cold surface of the table. Omi didn't try to push himself up this time; it hurt too much to move – he just cried and pressed his eyes shut against the pain.
Farfarello let go and stepped back. Omi expected Nagi to use his powers to hold him down; but he didn't – in stead a hot whiplash came down across his shoulder blades.
Omi threw his head back in pain, a scream escaped his throat and he arched his back, which wasn't exactly comfortable for his stomach. He tried to roll out of the way, but Farfarello lashed out again, breaking Omi's skin and adding a second red bloody line along the poor boy's spine.
Omi had to tense all his mussels, it didn't ease the pain one bit though, and the one eyed man put more and more force into his lashes, each one a bit stronger than the other. Omi couldn't get up, he wouldn't even have been able to if he had had the power. Farfarello kept on, his tempo also increasing. In ten minutes Omi's back was just as slick his stomach.
Omi had never cried as much as he did this day. He was now screaming his throat sore, he couldn't help it; the pain was growing too big – but the torture went on mercilessly, and a voice inside his head kept telling him it was his own fault. He felt so alone.
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"Stop it!" Ken yelled. "Stop hurting him."
"Well we need some information before we take the pleasure away from Farfarello." Schuldich said and turned his chair around to view the scene, he leaned back and smiled when Farfarello brought down the whip once more making the boy scream out in pain.
"Aya, what is it that they want to know? Just tell them! It can't be more important than Omi!" Yoji said angrily, trying not to look at the window to the other room, and made and attempt to lock out his friend's cry of agony.
"I can't!" Aya said through glittered teeth.
"Why not?" Ken joined. "Don't you want to save him?"
"You know I want to," Aya answered, "but this information…"
"I don't give a damn." Yoji growled. "Just tell them."
"No!" Aya said raising his voice.
~OHHH do I sense distress?~ Schuldich's voice rang in Aya's head, ~just keep on talking to them, and I'll find what I'm looking for by myself.~
"Get out of my head!" Aya mentally yelled and concentrated on not to let down his defences, though it was difficult with Omi's screaming.
Schuldich looked at Crawford who nodded and left the room.
"Now we'll see how much longer you can keep this up." Schuldich smiled. "And let's see how long your little friend can take it."
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Omi cried out and tried to swallow, but it burned in his throat, he could taste blood. Omi coughed and tried to breathe between the lashes that flayed across his back. Suddenly he heard a door open and the whipping stopped. Omi turned his head and looked through his tears at the leader of Schwarz who had just entered the room.
He stood and looked at the mirror for a moment before he went to the table.
Omi sobbed hysterically and made a feeble attempt to move away from the tall American.
"Are we making any progress?" Crawford asked calmly to no one in particular.
"He's not very cooperative." Nagi smiled cracking his fingers.
"Then I'd better show him that this is serious." Crawford said with an evil smile. He took of his jacket and went back to the crying boy at the table.
"Please." Omi whimpered. He couldn't bear the thought of more pain, and Nagi and Farfarello seemed to keep the pain at a level where he didn't loose consciousness.
Crawford ignored Omi's plea and grabbed his right arm, forcing it behind his back, and he kept on pushing until Omi yelped in pain. He was holding the boy's arm at the point where the bone was about to break.
Omi screamed out and tried to move to ease the pressure.
"Please don't!"
Crawford pushed a bit and made the pain unbearable for the boy.
"STOP, please stop it!" Omi screamed helplessly.
But with a sudden motion Crawford pushed down with all his might, and the bone fractured.
Omi cried out in an ungodly amount of pain and tried to roll of the table, but the leader of Schwarz grabbed him and pulled him back.
"I want to see some results here." Crawford said to the mirror, but Omi though he was talking to him.
"Please stop!" he choked through his tears. "Please, I don't know what you want, I just did as if I…"
"Shut up." Crawford smiled and grabbed Omi by his wrist, giving it the same treatment as his arm.
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"For God's sake… AYA!" Ken screamed and turned in his chair. "What's you problem?"
"Just give them that stupid piece of information." Yoji yelled – mostly to drown Omi's crying.
"I CAN'T, don't you get it?" Aya hissed.
"I just can't seem to find the reason you let him suffer like this. I didn't choose him as my hostage by incident. I knew this angel's suffering would touch you… It would be so easy just to give me the codes… You are a mystery to me – and that's what makes this exciting." Schuldich said looking into Aya's face searching for emotions.
~I was sure this could make you talk. You have special feelings for this kid, but still you refuse to help him. And I know this isn't just because of loyalty towards Kritiker.~ He told Aya through telepathy looking for something in the Weiss leader's cold eyes.
- It was true. Aya had realised that he had these special feelings for Omi, when Schuldich abducted Omi the last time. He didn't know what he had until he lost it, and he had been very close to losing Omi.
He loved him, not just as a friend or like a brother, it was deeper, and it scared him. He hadn't felt any joy since his sister went into coma; he hadn't let himself feel happiness, not until he discovered Omi.
At first he was just his team-mate, but his joyful smile, his innocent mind, his wonderful scent, his honest eyes... everything about him. He wasn't just one of those lovely boys who made everyone smile when he entered the room, there was more to it than that.
Aya started noticing this, when he realised that even though Omi was a Takatori, he denied evil, and fought it, though that mend killing his own brother. Omi was everything Aya wished to be himself.
Aya had caught himself staring at Omi, observing him, eating him with his eyes. And when Omi turned and looked at Aya with his big blue angelic eyes, Aya turned away trying to hide his obsession with the boy.
And now this wonderful creature - his Omi, was being tortured right in front of him, and he couldn't help him. He wanted to protect Omi, but if he told Schwarz what they wanted to know or let down his mental barrier giving Schuldich access to his mind… Everything would be over. They'd keep Omi, and God knows what they'd do to him.
Even now at this point Omi was fighting, like he did when his brother wanted him to betray Weiss, even though Omi didn't know what Schwarz wanted he had let them beat him to make them believe he had what they wanted. He sacrificed himself to save his friends and draw time. He didn't even know that Schuldich was aware of his lack of information. And Schuldich - that bastard - he didn't tell Omi that he had already seen through him, and knew what Omi was trying to do. He just sat there on his chair and enjoyed the scene played before him.
"Why should we keep him?" Schuldich suddenly asked, looking at Aya with new interest.
"SHIT," he had lost his concentration. Aya quickly concentrated on blocking Schuldich's invasion of his mind, but it was too late. Schuldich already knew too much.
"Oh this is unexpected." Schuldich laughed. Everybody jumped when they heard a thud and looked into the other room.
Crawford was now pressing Omi against the glass with his hands around the boy's throat. Omi's feet didn't touch the floor and he gagged trying to breathe. Crawford lifted him higher, and the blood from Omi's wounds daubed the glass.
"Final chance." He smirked, squeezing tighter causing Omi to squirm.
~Give it a rest – I've got it.~ Schuldich told him through the soundproof glass wall. Crawford waited a couple of seconds enjoying Omi's feeble attempts to free himself, then let go of the boy, who fell to the ground and landed on his broken arm, wincing and choking for air. He was crying hard, and didn't understand what was going on.
"Did he give you the codes?" Crawford asked the mirror, making Omi's confusion even greater.
~No, but he told me who's got it.~
"But… if Aya doesn't have it… who does?" Crawford asked in slight puzzlement.
~He's right at you feet.~ Schuldich replied amused.
