Broken
Part 7
Omi was lost, he didn't register that Crawford entered and told him to get up. He just cried.
Omi didn't snap back to reality before Crawford took a firm hold on Omi's broken arm, and jerked the boy to a stand.
Omi felt his stomach turn and his muscles protest - his knees buckled under him, and he fell to the floor. He didn't want to get up, he didn't want to feel the pain anymore, he just wanted it all to end. He had actually forgotten about his wounds, but now the pain returned with full force.
Crawford gave up trying to get the boy to stand and he picked him up in his arms. Omi winced and sobbed as he was carried out of the room. Farfarello was standing outside and followed his leader down a hall.
Omi was taken to a bathroom, Crawford send Farfarello to get something, Omi didn't hear what – he didn't care. The pain both mentally and physically was so overriding, he couldn't concentrate on anything but trying to keep himself from throwing up.
Farfarello bought a first aid box, and now Crawford started to remove what was left of Omi's pyjamas. Much to Omi's surprise the American began to clean his wounds, Omi protested and pulled away, but Farfarello grabbed him and held him in place while Crawford patched him up.
Omi once again tried to move away from both his captors at the same time, while he also made an attempt to tauten his muscles against the stabbing pain caused by hydrogen peroxide. By habit he also tried to hold back his tears and screams, but that was impossible when Crawford started to pull at Omi's broken arm.
"Hold still!" He instructed coldly, and squeezed to see the boy's reaction and figure out how to put the arm back to its normal position. Omi yanked at Farfarello's hold, and almost managed to wiggle free.
"Let go of me!"
Crawford took a better hold and looked at the annoying boy. "Keep it down brat, you are giving me a headache," he sneered and tightened his grip even more.
Omi couldn't keep himself from whimpering though. Farfarello snickered and seem to enjoy the scene.
"Please…"
Without warning Crawford jerked Omi's arm painfully back to its original position and grabbed the boy's wrist too. Omi threw his head back screaming like a banshee, and started to struggle fiercely. Farfarello tightened his grip and with a smooth motion Crawford also fixed Omi's hand. Omi sobbed uncontrollably.
"Please – stop." He cried in an almost inaudible voice. His throat was sore from screaming and crying.
"We are finished." Crawford told the boy and wrapped some extra bandages and a sling around the boy's arm, and checked that it looked straight.
………
Crawford carried Omi down in the basement and once more sent Farfarello to get something. Omi wasn't listening, he was trying to find something to keep his mind off the searing pain in his body – but the only thing he could think of was Aya, and he once more felt the tears sting in his eyes.
Crawford put the boy down and went to tilt the bed; Omi didn't have the strength to hold himself upright and he fell to his knees.
Farfarello entered with a tray.
"Get over here kid!" Crawford instructed, but Omi didn't move. Farfarello placed the tray on a small table and went over to Omi, who made a feeble attempt to inch away. The madman grabbed a fist full off Omi's hair and dragged him the few meters to the bed, Omi tried to get up and crawl to ease the pain, but Farfarello didn't let him.
Crawford looked down at the blond for a minute trying to figure out what to do. He pulled the boy up into the bed and turned to Farfarello to get the tray.
Omi curled up on his left side to spare his right arm, and as Crawford looked down on him his face suddenly changed and he narrowed his eyes.
"Oh Schuldich, you idiot." He muttered under his breath turning to leave.
"Farfarello, you feat him and do - not - hurt - him, he is of no use to us dead. And make sure he drinks all the water, he needs it." The Schwarz leader said walking towards the door and closed it behind him.
Farfarello's smile turned into a wicket grin and Omi tried to look as tiny as possible.
……….
"Damn you!" Crawford cursed and passed quickly to his office.
~Hello Brad, how are things going?~ Schuldich's voice said wheedling inside Crawford's head.
"I know what you are going to do, and I told you…"
~Take it easy Brad – I'm just going to have a little fun with them that's all – don't worry I'll kill them afterwards.~ Schuldich said in an all too innocent voice.
"No Schuldich – it wont be fun, they will get away, and Nagi will…"
~Thank you for the warning, I'll take my precautions.~ and the German broke the contact.
Crawford cursed and picked up the phone, he dialled the number… Schuldich didn't answer though. Crawford looked at his watch and quickly called Nagi in stead.
"What's going on?" Nagi asked confused.
"Why didn't you stop him?" Crawford asked a coldly.
"You know Schuldich, when his determined he…"
"I don't care – I told you to make sure he did as I told him."
"Hey he can handle it – and besides he only took Aya with him…"
"What?" Crawford hissed. "He already did that, damn."
"Look what is the problem? I can…"
"Get out of the car Nagi!"
"What?"
"Get out of the car now!"
"Schuldich just said I'd better stay here…"
"Aya is more angry than Schuldich expects him to be, he is underestimating him, and in a moment Ken will break…" Crawford heard a cry of surprise, and a lot of noise, before he lost connection.
"Ahh shit." Crawford said and put down the phone. He shook his head and left the room.
………….
Half an hour later Schuldich's car pulled into the garage. Crawford walked over briskly, opened the door for Schuldich and pulled him out by the collar of his jacket. He punched the redhead so hard across his face that he fell to the floor. Crawford looked down at his team-mate with disgust – then kicked him in his back before he opened the door to the backseat and picked Nagi up in his arms.
Nagi winced and drew in his breath.
"Are you ok?" Crawford asked as he left Schuldich on the ground and walked out of the garage.
Nagi just mumbled something in return, which Crawford couldn't make out, and he headed for the bathroom to check how badly the boy was hurt.
……….
An hour later Schuldich, Farfarello and Crawford were gathered around the table in Crawford's office once again, Nagi was sleeping in his room after Crawford had patched him up.
Nagi's arms had been broken, Ken and Yoji had agreed that they should give Nagi the same treatment Omi had received… and both of them had wanted to participate.
Schuldich had returned to the car as quick as he could to help his younger team-mate when he realised what was going on, but first he had been forced to fight Aya, and it took time since the leader of Weiss was very infuriated to say the least. Schuldich had only been able to put Aya out temporarily, and he had to fight of Ken and Yoji and throw them out of the car before he could drive off. In this short period Yoji and Ken had had plenty of time to give Nagi some more "payback".
Schuldich coughed slightly and wanted to speak up, but a glare from Crawford from across the table silenced him.
"Well, after this little accident…" Crawford looked at Schuldich over his glasses, "we have to discuss what to do next."
"He doesn't know." Schuldich said almost inaudible, and looked up at Crawford. Since the leader didn't cut him off he dared to continue. "And his mind is a mess right now after I… after this, and I don't think I can find it unless he gives me a hint when he got it or something like that."
"Theoretically it can be anytime between when Aya became the leader of Weiss and yesterday." Crawford said.
"We can use the same method we did today," Farfarello suggested licking his knife. "When you broke his arm, he would have told you – if he had known."
"We can't go on using that kind of measures, he wouldn't survive – after his mental breakdown he has almost lost his will to live. He is not going to fight to stay alive and he will just die on us." Schuldich said.
"Hmm, then we must try something else." Crawford mussed. He got up and went to a cupboard in the corner of the room. He found a little bottle with a greenly substance and put it on the table.
"Do you think he can handle it, I mean it's not like any normal drug?" Schuldich asked smiling evilly.
"We'll start slowly, and it wont take more than two weeks before he is properly addicted."
"That wont leave us with that much time." Schuldich mumbled.
Crawford stretched and got up again. "Better we get what we want in the last moment than we don't get it at all."
"But there are lots of other drugs that quickly could…"
"Those are on experimental basis. This time we will take the safe way, things have already been messed up enough." Crawford said and gave Schuldich a piercing glance, and Schuldich saved the rest of his good ideas.
Crawford went to the cupboard a second time and got a needle, he gave it to Schuldich and looked at him strictly. "Don't mess this up!"
Crawford left the room without another word, and Farfarello and Schuldich followed him.
……….
Omi was laying on his left side again, curled up in a fetal position, his stomach hurt – as did the rest of his body. He was cold and alone and felt a fever coming.
Farfarello had served the soup and Omi had eaten most of it without arguing, but he stopped as his stomach started to contract. Farfarello had taken the glass from the tray and had filled it up with cold fresh water, seeing his chance to harm the boy in a new way without using his knife and without disobeying his leader.
Omi had of course refused to drink it because his stomach threatened to send the newly consumed soup up the same way it came in. But the one-eyed man didn't care, and he had grabbed the blond by his chin and had squeezed Omi's mouth open ignoring the youth's pleas. He tilted the boy's head back and forced the water down his throat. Omi had coughed and choked but couldn't escape his captors strong grip, and Farfarello hadn't stopped, not even to let the boy breathe or swallow properly. The cold water had been too much – and Omi had lost his dinner.
The madman had finally let go of Omi when he threw up, and looked at the broken boy curled up gasping for air between his sobs and convulsions. Farfarello's smile had widened and he wiped up the vomit from the floor with Omi's blanket.
Now Omi just waited and hoped his enemies would soon realise that he didn't have their stupid information – and that they would kill him and bring an end to all his misery.
He drifted in and out of sleep freezing and hurting and sweating – his stomach sometimes reminding him of its presence. And the moist basement already reeked sickeningly sour.
Suddenly the room was filled with light and the boy looked dazed at the form of Schuldich who entered with a bucket and a blanket.
