DATE : May 09 DAY : Thursday TIME : 7:39 p.m.
It was four days after Sißerian's operation and he was put in under observation . During this time , Crawford had so judiciously ordered what common people call a " brainwashing " . Because of the special drugs the Êstet Team administered once in every three hours since he had woken up , he was conscious – and yet , he was not - , and it was the perfect level for the gradual alterations that Crawford required for him . In his comatose-like state , he could receive information and yet was unable to move nor speak . In result , it acts as a drug-induced hypnosis .
A large television screen filtered images of Sißerian and of §chwarz . The images of himself were all fiction of course , representing him as one of the five §chwarz members . It was , no doubt , the creation of some Êstet genius , taking captured videos of him while fighting as Weiß and incorporating it to the §chwarz images as if he belonged there all along .
Crawford had personally selected what footages to show , some containing their bloodier battles with Weiß , and the proud final ouch , was one of the night when Crawford had injured Aßyssinian near-fatally ; the leader of Weiß .
Kritiker's hireling had , damn them , managed to salvage his life , to Crawford's utter annoyance , but he was quite satisfied to see Aßyssinian swathed in bandages on one of their battles after that . The wounds would soon heal and Aßyssinian had fought as if he had not been injured at all , but what the hell , it was sure felt good to cause the smug bastard some sound damage once in a while .
That was all rather a long time ago , it seemed , and now , it didn't matter to Crawford that Aßyssinian did not die . He adjusted his steel- rimmed glasses and peered closer to be able to observe what was happening in the room more clearly . He thought dryly , now that they had Sißerian in possession . Weiß would ultimately disintegrate into ashes and Aßyssinian's demise would be inevitable .
Storm-gray eyes widened as he realized that Sißerian had fallen into a fit of wild convulsions on the white bed , and if not for the thick metal straps securing ankles and wrists to the metal railing , he would have thrown himself onto the floor . Several doctors rushed into the room , each casting a brief , fearful glance at the white-clad American peering down at them from above , behind bulletproof glass , before concentrating on the task at hand . Determined not to make any mistakes that could relatively cot them their lives as well as the large sums in different bank accounts , all of them worked efficiently , checking al vital signs with precision and coordination . Through a speaker on the side of the room , Crawford heard everything that was being said .
" He's going into shock ."
" Blood pressure is incredibly high ."
" His pulse is speeding up ."
" He's having a cardiac arrest !"
The doctors fleeted frantically in and out of the room , something was obviously wrong with Sißerian and even Crawford could not help but feel anxious for his new pet project . Green eyes were wide open and dilated . The heart monitor beside the bed was beeping madly as luminous green peaks formed immediately one after the other in the black screen . Crawford's heart thudded dangerously , he was nervous …
There was a long wail from the machine .
Crawford closed his eyes . He broke out in cold sweat .
" We lost his hearbeat ! Administer CPR ." Came a frantic shout .
The room fell silent , a drop of a pin could be heard . All eyes were watching as a female doctor performed CPR on a lifeless Ken Hidaka . She pumped his chest several times before breathing into his mouth …
It was then that he was struck with one of his visions . The room spun and lurched and he was thrown into the world of his vision , the prediction of the future . Everything was hazy and blurred , as his visions often were , but Crawford experienced them enough to discern useful information . This vision did not involve him , instead , it was of Sißerian – fighting Aßyssinian …
The brunette was wearing black leather boots , tight black pants and a black turtleneck shirt . Over it was a bomber jacket . There was a glint of a small black stud earring on his right ear .
Aya was dressed in his " mission " getup , as Schuldich had mentioned before , clad in a long trench coat with his katana sheathed at his side . He was evading Ken's attacks with swift leaps and turns .
Brad was having trouble seeing what the exact location looked like , but he could discern an angry blaze devouring everything in sight behind them . It was most probably a warehouse , he thought , by the numerous wooden crates piled on top of one over the other . He committed every detail into memory for future reference .
Aßyssinian was skillfully dodging Sißerian's attacks while making none of his own . The first time Crawford had seen Aya discard his stoic mask for any sort of expression , except when he saw Takatori , that is . And from what Crawford could gather , Aßyssinian was confused – as well as pained . He was looking at Sißerian with sad eyes , a look which Crawford could not immediately understand .
There was no point on dwelling on the thought , because right then , large beams had started to fall from the roof , devoured by the fire , and obscured his line of vision , while everything blazed in a manmade inferno .
The vision ended , and Crawford , struck by a bout of his intense headaches , which normally accompanied his visions, closed his eyes and let his head rest on the cool glass . With a deep breath , he pushed himself unsteadily onto his feet and with a satisfied smile walked away , reassured of Ken's survival . Sißerian was going to live , and he was going to fight with §chwarz . Behind him , the heart monitor started to beep normally .
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It was four days after Sißerian's operation and he was put in under observation . During this time , Crawford had so judiciously ordered what common people call a " brainwashing " . Because of the special drugs the Êstet Team administered once in every three hours since he had woken up , he was conscious – and yet , he was not - , and it was the perfect level for the gradual alterations that Crawford required for him . In his comatose-like state , he could receive information and yet was unable to move nor speak . In result , it acts as a drug-induced hypnosis .
A large television screen filtered images of Sißerian and of §chwarz . The images of himself were all fiction of course , representing him as one of the five §chwarz members . It was , no doubt , the creation of some Êstet genius , taking captured videos of him while fighting as Weiß and incorporating it to the §chwarz images as if he belonged there all along .
Crawford had personally selected what footages to show , some containing their bloodier battles with Weiß , and the proud final ouch , was one of the night when Crawford had injured Aßyssinian near-fatally ; the leader of Weiß .
Kritiker's hireling had , damn them , managed to salvage his life , to Crawford's utter annoyance , but he was quite satisfied to see Aßyssinian swathed in bandages on one of their battles after that . The wounds would soon heal and Aßyssinian had fought as if he had not been injured at all , but what the hell , it was sure felt good to cause the smug bastard some sound damage once in a while .
That was all rather a long time ago , it seemed , and now , it didn't matter to Crawford that Aßyssinian did not die . He adjusted his steel- rimmed glasses and peered closer to be able to observe what was happening in the room more clearly . He thought dryly , now that they had Sißerian in possession . Weiß would ultimately disintegrate into ashes and Aßyssinian's demise would be inevitable .
Storm-gray eyes widened as he realized that Sißerian had fallen into a fit of wild convulsions on the white bed , and if not for the thick metal straps securing ankles and wrists to the metal railing , he would have thrown himself onto the floor . Several doctors rushed into the room , each casting a brief , fearful glance at the white-clad American peering down at them from above , behind bulletproof glass , before concentrating on the task at hand . Determined not to make any mistakes that could relatively cot them their lives as well as the large sums in different bank accounts , all of them worked efficiently , checking al vital signs with precision and coordination . Through a speaker on the side of the room , Crawford heard everything that was being said .
" He's going into shock ."
" Blood pressure is incredibly high ."
" His pulse is speeding up ."
" He's having a cardiac arrest !"
The doctors fleeted frantically in and out of the room , something was obviously wrong with Sißerian and even Crawford could not help but feel anxious for his new pet project . Green eyes were wide open and dilated . The heart monitor beside the bed was beeping madly as luminous green peaks formed immediately one after the other in the black screen . Crawford's heart thudded dangerously , he was nervous …
There was a long wail from the machine .
Crawford closed his eyes . He broke out in cold sweat .
" We lost his hearbeat ! Administer CPR ." Came a frantic shout .
The room fell silent , a drop of a pin could be heard . All eyes were watching as a female doctor performed CPR on a lifeless Ken Hidaka . She pumped his chest several times before breathing into his mouth …
It was then that he was struck with one of his visions . The room spun and lurched and he was thrown into the world of his vision , the prediction of the future . Everything was hazy and blurred , as his visions often were , but Crawford experienced them enough to discern useful information . This vision did not involve him , instead , it was of Sißerian – fighting Aßyssinian …
The brunette was wearing black leather boots , tight black pants and a black turtleneck shirt . Over it was a bomber jacket . There was a glint of a small black stud earring on his right ear .
Aya was dressed in his " mission " getup , as Schuldich had mentioned before , clad in a long trench coat with his katana sheathed at his side . He was evading Ken's attacks with swift leaps and turns .
Brad was having trouble seeing what the exact location looked like , but he could discern an angry blaze devouring everything in sight behind them . It was most probably a warehouse , he thought , by the numerous wooden crates piled on top of one over the other . He committed every detail into memory for future reference .
Aßyssinian was skillfully dodging Sißerian's attacks while making none of his own . The first time Crawford had seen Aya discard his stoic mask for any sort of expression , except when he saw Takatori , that is . And from what Crawford could gather , Aßyssinian was confused – as well as pained . He was looking at Sißerian with sad eyes , a look which Crawford could not immediately understand .
There was no point on dwelling on the thought , because right then , large beams had started to fall from the roof , devoured by the fire , and obscured his line of vision , while everything blazed in a manmade inferno .
The vision ended , and Crawford , struck by a bout of his intense headaches , which normally accompanied his visions, closed his eyes and let his head rest on the cool glass . With a deep breath , he pushed himself unsteadily onto his feet and with a satisfied smile walked away , reassured of Ken's survival . Sißerian was going to live , and he was going to fight with §chwarz . Behind him , the heart monitor started to beep normally .
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