The Dried Blood on the Bandages

I hadn't expected to pass out from it. To be honest, I wanted to see their reactions, each and every moment of it. But…again, I wasn't so fortunate. Instead of manipulating the enemy for a joyous game of mind play, I had ended up tied to the bed in a manner that wasn't even in essence the kinky manner that I had been tied to many beds previously. Though I must admit, the string that belonged to Balinese was a tad on the suggestive side with the way it made my wrists bleed, especially how he had spread my legs out but made it so there was enough slack to lift my waist.

"You're finally awake…" Siberian's voice murmured with a tone of hesitation. Ken…I knew him. I had met him when I was little.

Sister had taken me into the church after I had been alone for so long. I didn't even know how long it had been anymore… It was soon after I had killed my mother… The power simply exploded and I didn't understand how. The look of sheer horror upon her face as her bones shattered…the way she had fallen like a doll to the ground. I didn't have any control then… I was just a child and left with nothing but the streets. My father…to me, that man did not exist. With Sister it was different… She and Natsuki, that trading bastard's childhood friend, had been all I had. They had taken care of me…told me I was God's child, so the life I had lived was not in vain. I believed them…and when Ken came back again…saying that Sister was some horrible person…I knew it wasn't true. He agreed not to betray us when the glass started breaking from my power. In the end, I watched on as he killed her because she had told Natsuki to kill someone… He killed her because she killed someone else… How could he decide what was right or wrong? Who was he to decide? …I leveled the place… I had first met Crawford there… Sister said there was hope for me, while Crawford had said there was none.

I promised then I would never forget, and those words were the truest I had ever spoken. I would get revenge on Weiss…

"Remember me?" I muttered in a low tone, ensuring that if anyone else was in the room only he would be able to hear it.

"Schwarz. Who wouldn't remember you?"

"Not Schwarz, but me. You're the reason I was such a well designed marionette…but even so, take time to remember…" I told him in a soft tone, remembering every feeling of those first nights in Schwarz.

Crawford had always said he saved me. On my first day Farfarello had already tried killing me four times because he had heard I was one of what Sister called God's children… When it came down to it, all he really wanted to do was torture me…hear me scream just a bit more. He found that tainting me was a more fitting solution, but it was already a bit late for that. I still had optimistic thoughts and still do every now and then, but he couldn't get that last drop of purity out of me. I've never really liked him… Compared to the others, he's simply not impressive. As for Schuldig…as I've already said, he's always liked children. I usually find myself near him…especially on the first day he picked me up and placed me in his lap, saying that he could promise me that Farfarello didn't have any intention of trying anything…moments later his pants were unzipped and I learned that he, on the other hand, definitely had the intention. That was Schwarz on the first day, from there is just got worse. Or was it better? It's hard to determine who has the right to do what anymore…

Ken stepped back, looking down at me in confusion from my words. He wouldn't even consider he could be partially to blame for a 15-year-old boy's sin. I didn't blame it too much on him… There were too many other factors, but for what he had contributed, I couldn't forgive him. Just looking up at him made my carefully trained emotions start to slip away, leaving my well-kept clenches as they ripped apart and snapped the string that caused my wrists to bleed. My gaze never conveyed any emotion, rather it remained apathetically calm. To watch it would be frightening, I suppose, but feeling it made the world chaotic again.

It wasn't much later that I felt and saw how many people were in the room. Abyssinian, Balinese, Siberian, and Bombay were all holding me down with their weapons drawn as they stared down at me as though I were a ticking bomb. My powers calmed when I caught sight of my own blood dripping from where Balinese had tied me. Aya, Youji, Ken, and Omi…for the task I intended to perform, calling them anything else would be obvious.

"Sorry… I didn't intend to lose control. Tie me up again if you want," I replied to them softly, holding my wrists out so that Youji could tie them up again. Omi and Ken both looked completely baffled by my response, but Youji seemed to be thinking clearly enough to know that tying me up again could be just as easily done as it was before. Weiss really hadn't thought over what the pet telekinetic is capable of beforehand. It's like putting a bird into a pond and expecting it not to fly away.

"Why are you here," Aya asked, getting to the point without hesitation.

"Schwarz," I replied bluntly. "Farfarello, more specifically. I woke up here, that's all…but I'd rather not go back…if I can stay here for a little."

"Impossible," Aya responded in a stern word, staring down at me like the fly in his soup.

"Understood, I'll leave when I can stand," I stated, wondering if anything else would follow it.

He did speak more, but it wasn't to me this time. He directed Omi and Ken to get to work in the floral shop, told Youji to watch me and kill me if I did anything too threatening, and then left shortly after. Weiss had always thought that an unnecessary kill was a murder, but after how many countless lives they had taken…I found that hard to believe. It was all murder, but I didn't bother explaining that to them. Not yet, anyway.

Youji watched me silently as he leaned back in his chair. He slowly reached into his pocket to grab a cigarette so he could poison the air around me. I stared back at him with a blank expression while smoke passed his lips. He looked like Schuldig; like he'd liked children too.

"How many have you killed?" he asked me, staring down at his hands as though the blood were dripping off of them.

"Unless I sensed wrong…Three-thousand four-hundred and seventy-two. That's from Schwarz. I don't know how many from before then."

"Do you remember the way each one of them cried…?"

"Yes, and the expressions on their faces as they fell to the ground."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

I remembered it all…

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Notes: Aww, I know these things are annoying, it's why I'm doing one XD Anyway~! Misura ^^ Sankyuu for your review ^^ Reviews always motivate me to keep writing more~! When I stop getting reviews I figure there's not point in writing it since it's worthless and I go back to one of my other projects ^^; (I usually write original stories ^^ Currently working on a vampire one, which is weird for me since I usually write fantasy ^^; I like dabbling in other genres though ^^) Random note: I'm the writer in the circle "Mimic" AKA "F.U.C.K." for Fui, Udun, Chiam, and Karo X3 Fui and Chiam are the artists while Udun is the colorer/web design/setting design… Oh, I also design the settings, help with the web, and bitch at them when they don't do the chara designs perfectly XD I'm evil, so evil… All of them can be very unreliable people so I doubt our projects will get finished at times ^^; When the website is finished I'll put in another shameless plug ^^ Hee…back to writing for me ._.; Thank you again, Misura ^^