Pray for salvation, pray that we're right
Omi opened his eyes to darkness. He was lying on something rather soft, and
his arms and legs were bound tightly. He struggled for a moment before calming down
and assesing his situation. The last thing he
remembered was researching on his computer when someone shoved a cloth in his
face. He held his breath as long as possible, but his instincts soon won over
and he breathed in the sickly-sweet smell of ether. Omi cursed quietly into the
dark room. He had no idea of where he was or who's captured him.He
was about to try the strength of the bonds when the door came open and the room
was flooded with light. Omi squinted and saw two figures enter,
one tall and slender and one muscled and hunched over. Omi drew in his breath
sharply when their features became clear. Brad Crawford, smirking, was leading
Farfello into the room.
"Welcome,
"What do you want?" he cried. "I won't tell you
anything!"
Crawford chuckled mirthlessly. "My dear boy, we don't need information.
We need you." He moved forward to grasp Omi's jaw in one hand. Omi snapped
his head away from the touch, slamming his head against the wall in the
process. Crawford withdrew his hand, shaking his head.
"Now, now, none of that. We can't have your
guinea pig hurting himself, now can we?"
Omi whimpered involuntarily. "Guinea pig?" he whispered.
"Yes, guinea pig." Crawford continued, turning his back and
heading towards the door. "But while we're preparing the experiment, I'll
let Farfello play with you." He turned from the doorway to adress Farfello. "You musn't
kill him, Farfie." He said, then turned and
closed the door. Omi's eyes slowly traveled to the man still remaining in the
room. Farfello was smiling evilly at him as he brought a short, sharp knife
into view.
"The smallest Weiß is innocent, like an angel." He said quietly,
advancing towards Omi. "Bleeding angels hurt God."
Omi's breathing became ragged and he pressed himself against the wall.
Farfello reached for him and easily pushed him down onto his stomach on the
bed. He skillfully cut Omi's shirt off without touching the skin beneath. Omi
began to tremble as he felt the knife trace two lines on his back.
"Don't be frightened, angel." Farfello said, stroking the back of
Omi's head. Omi choked on a sob. "I'm only letting your wings free."
With that, Farfello sank his knife into Omi's back in two lines between his
shoulder blades. Omi's back arched and his mouth opened in a silent scream.
Farfello leaned forward and began licking the blood from the new wounds like a
cat with a bowl of milk. Tears ran down Omi's face and his shoulders shook with
repressed sobs.
"Help," he whimpered. "Please…"
Crawford lingered outside Omi's door. He glanced behind him as Nagi walked
up.
"What're you waiting here for? I thought you had that… experiment to
see to." Nagi said without much interest. Crawford shrugged and turned
from the door.
"Just wanted to see if he's screaming yet.
What are you doing wandering around? Shouldn't you be on the computer or
something?"
Nagi turned. "I just thought you should know, Schuldig's
gone."
Crawford cursed. "That idiot! He's going to
give us away."
Nagi just shrugged and began walking away. When he was out of Crawford's
sight his face relaxed into an expression resembling something like relief.