Author: Shiva Darkwater | Fandom: Weiss Kreuz | Rating: PG-13 | Summary: Nowhere to run... Nowhere to hide... Nowhere to go... No one to trust... No one to love... | Status: Prologue | Email: melancholy@sunrise-sunset.com | Disclaimer: No copyrights were harmed in the making of this fic. | Warnings: BradxSchuxBrad, m/m relationships, AU, angst. Also includes manga hair/eye colors. | Strategy: Stupid Schu started plaguing my mind. I've always wanted to write a fic of him that made sense of my view of him. | Author's notes: Uncreative title, I know… The whole idea came of this came to me while playing Legend of Dragoon in the cathedral where this crowd keeps saying guilty over and over again.
Schuldig"Guilty… guilty… guilty… guilty… guilty… guilty…"
"Guilty… guilty… guilty… guilty… guilty…"
"Guilty… guilty… guilty…guilty!"
The young teen shuddered as the accusations reached him. Hands were clasped to his ears to stop the flood of voices… monotonous and all declaring the same thing. He kneeled on the wooden floor in the small cathedral, his jeans stained with caked on blood and grass stains. His white t-shirt was ripped and one sleeve was missing. His feet were bare and cut.
A tortured cry left his swollen and bloodied lips, tears falling from his dulled golden eyes. His dyed, jade colored hair was darkened in spots by blood and dirt, clumps plastered to his forehead and hiding his shaking shoulders. Convulsing, the green-haired teen arched his neck and raised his eyes upwards, fingers tugging on his hair. It wasn't fair. He didn't mean to do it!
Screaming, the teenager coughed, a trail of blood making its way down his chin and his body writhed until it fell with a thud on the hard floor. The only thing that cushioned his fall was the thin red carpet laid out between the pews. "Shut up! Please! Just shut the fuck up!"
"Guilty…guilty!"The seventeen year old squirmed, the lids of his eyes shut tightly over his eyes. His hand's remained securely covering his ears, but it didn't help him to escape the voices. The voices would never stop… They came from within, and nothing he did could make them stop.
Blackness consumed his mind, followed by the fiery pits of hell. He was guilty and now it was time to pay for his sins. The seventeen year old almost welcomed the fire and the writhing body laying in the cathedral slowly ceased into stillness…
"Guilty… guilty… guilty… guilty…guilty… guilty…"
The voices gradually slipped away into nothingness as silence took over his mind for the first time in his life… and he slept.
