Alright, I don't own anything I write about, except for Bonnie - so there.
Weiss Kruez isn't mine, but did I ever say it was?
Heavenstar: There's your disclaimer. Haha. I dunno...*scratches head* Do I REALLY need a disclaimer for every chapter? Was there something I forgot to say I didn't own or something? Anyhow, I know! I need more Schuldig! I'll make an effort to have more of him. And I need to develop Weiss a little more since I keep getting this feeling I could be doing more with Ken, but instead I just sorta throw him a line every now and then. I'll work on that. Haha...I couldn't resist embarrassing poor Nagi like that, you know?
Lady Shandow-san: It rocks? AWESOME!!! lol Glad you liked it! ^_^
Angry Blood Sister: Isn't it amazing how they draw Farfarello's mouth so differently from everyone else's in the show? They actually give him lips, and nice ones too! Which, I must say, makes him look a lot more kissable - haha. Sorry to disappoint you, Megan's not going to be ok... T_T I hope that doesn't upset you.
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Schuldig unbuckled his seat belt with a grim expression, jade eyes narrowed in worry. He had safely delivered Bonnie and Farfarello to the exact location of the rave and was preparing to escort the two in while Omi remained in the car, waiting at the wheel in case they needed to get home a little faster than expected... He shook his head. The very idea of Beserker and his little girlfriend venturing into that wild party alone was enough to make him cringe, for although Farfarello was a blood thirsty killer, or at least once had been, he was not accustomed to dealing with bodies pressing in at all sides, drunks trying to grab at you, talk to you, and brawls randomly breaking out. In the past he would've gone crazy if he had to deal with it alone, rip out the knives and start tearing out people's throats, but nowadays, in his 'sane' stage, he would probably just break down and panic, not knowing what to do when he didn't have the option of resorting to violence.
Farfarello climbed out of the back seat and took Bonnie tightly by the hand, obviously already a little intimidated and worried. Losing her in the throng of people he could see gathered outside would only lead to disaster. Already the girl was swallowing lumps in her throat, squeezing his fingers tight as she saw a great deal of people staring at them hungrily, watching like vultures.
"Come on," said Schuldig briskly, beginning to approach the place where the party was being held. It appeared to be a five-tiered parking lot, a monster of a building fashioned from cement, that had recently been roped off and condemned and destined to be torn down. Lights flashed from the inside and people hung stupidly from the railings, whooping and hollering. Even from the distance they were at the music blared and shadows of rocking bodies dancing furiously invaded their senses. "Follow me and stick close. Don't get lost."
Immediately, disaster struck.
A group of teenage girls, high or drunk or maybe both, swarmed Schuldig in an excited frenzy, closing in on the handsome redhead German like predators. Their bleary eyes sought his for contact, and he stiffened in anger, pushing them aside although they followed doggedly, crying for him to give them a chance, offering him things that made Bonnie blush. And then something peculiar happened... Schuldig turned around and glared at them, looking very intense, very powerful, and a smirk curled his lips as the lot of them stumbled back with suddenly blank expressions. After that they stood very still, as if afraid of moving, and Schuldig breezed casually by.
Bonnie would never understand what he had whispered in their minds, how he had threatened them and snickered lies about how their deaths were soon to come if they so much as took a step after him.
They made their way through the dancing crowd, barely squeezing through the tightly packed bodies. Schuldig led the way confidently but hurriedly, as if he was already predicting something terrible and wanted to leave as soon as possible, and Farfarello struggled to keep up while dragging Bonnie behind. If he could just keep that one golden eye trained on the flame- colored head just before him...
His grip slipped on the younger girl as he heard her cry out in either surprise or anger - hard to tell which - and both he and Schuldig quickly whirled just in time to see her backhand a teenage boy pry two years her senior. A furious blush colored her cheeks when she turned away from him, only to have him grasp at her once more, snarling out the beginning of a threat that never ended because Farfarello suddenly loomed behind her, a quite frightening sight with his pale, pale skin and countless scars and angry, burning eye. The stranger too one look at his eye patch and his white hair and the grim frown of disapproval and quickly backed off, melting into the shadows.
Schuldig sighed and continued to guide them as if he knew exactly where to go, and apparently he did for the location of the snack table was exactly where they ended up. Bonnie dropped to both hands and knees and peered underneath, gasping at the shivering mess of a girl that was staring back at her.
"Bonbon..." Megan smiled weakly, her eyes bloodshot and with dark circles underneath. Her voice was shaky and dreamy and slurred, all at the same time, and she had an almost bedraggled appearance about her. "You came."
"Megan! Are you ok? You look sick!" Bonnie crawled underneath the table to sit beside the girl, who had at least seven empty cups beside her and another one full of red punch. At her side laid a packet of white powder, and Bonnie carefully picked up the baggie to examine with wide eyes before it finally hit her what it was. "Have you been doing drugs while you waited for us?" she squeaked.
Megan snatched the packet away and shook her head, lying even though the evidence was clear as day. "I'm in so much trouble," she murmured. "And I feel REALLY bad. I don't know..." Tears shone in her eyes, and Bonnie suddenly realized just what a strained, pained expression she wore. "My stomach hurts...and it's hard to breathe."
"Farfarello and Schuldig are here," Bonnie quietly soothed, laying a hand to her friend's shoulder. "We'll take you home."
"NO!" she cried, desperately clutching at the pastor's daughter, scared and choking on sobs. "Not there! I can't go back. They kicked me out."
"Why?"
She sniffled. "Found out I was pregnant...wanted nothing to do with me...and when I told the guy, he said the same thing... I got no one right now, Bonnie."
Bonnie couldn't believe it. She'd known Megan had a reputation and wasn't quite a moral girl - she'd even realized that Megan had tried her luck with many guys that were definitely not a good influence in her quest for a place to fit in. But pregnant...? Somehow, Bonnie had never expected it. Megan was so good and played the part of an innocent in her presence, and although she had always suspected it, the fact that her classmate lived a double life was undeniable now. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to abandon her in her time of need. She gently hugged Megan close, whispering into her ear, "It's ok. You can come to my house. A good night's rest is all you need..."
Schuldig, who was crouching down beside them along with Farfarello, shook his head gravely. "Bonnie," he prodded quietly. "No. Something's really wrong with her..."
"What...?"
Schuldig didn't answer, instead holding out his hand. "Give me your cell phone. I'm calling for an ambulance."
"Schuldig! I don't see the -" She paused, realizing that Megan had doubled over silently and was clutching at her stomach without so much as a sound. "Problem..." she finished quietly, dumbly.
Megan gasped for breath, rocking herself back and forth, eyes shut tightly. It was all so eerily silent that Bonnie was only snapped back to reality when she uttered a sharp cry and braced a hand on the ground, her hand over her rapidly beating heart.
"Megan!" she exclaimed, reaching out to touch her but not knowing what good it would do. "What's wrong?! Schuldig, what's going on?!"
Schuldig covered an ear with his hand and turned away in annoyance, trying to give directions to the woman who had promised to dispatch the paramedics among all the din.
Bonnie turned to Farfarello in confusion, only to see a trail of tears streaming down his cheek, a look of sorrow weighing heavily on his face. Then, she turned back to her struggling friend and hugged her close, trying to calm her, to comfort her in her pain.
There was chaos and panic all around her, people laughing and drinking and kissing and totally ignoring the death that was happening so close to them. Bonnie wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. It wasn't fair! Someone pay attention - someone show that they care! Don't keep having your good time, please just give some notice that you're not completely heartless...
Megan suddenly ceased trembling violently and fell limp into Bonnie's arms, sideways across her lap, head resting in the crook of her arm. For a second she looked a bit confused, and then a small smile crossed her lips as she mouthed the words, 'thank you'.
"No!" Bonnie whispered, shaking her head frantically. "Don't!"
Megan's eyelids drooped low over her gray-blue eyes, and then fluttered completely closed. Her chest heaved in one last, gigantic breath and then stilled.
Bonnie's lower lip trembled, and she bit down on it to keep from sobbing even as a massive amount of tears poured from her eyes. She turned to look at Farfarfello, completely horrified, still holding the dead girl, and he returned the stare, but with a simple regretful look, as if he was more sorry she had to witness the scene than he was about Megan's death.
Schuldig was simply muttering something in German under his breath, jaw tightened.
Sirens screamed in the distance.
The colored strobe lights played over her pale face, red and blue and green flashing and pulsating, sparkling in her tears. The world was suddenly blurry, suddenly dark...
Farfarello moved Megan out of Bonnie's grasp and held her in his own, slowly rising. Then, tugging at his friend's hand, he quietly led her outside to where Schuldig was waiting with the ambulance. And Bonnie had never felt so along because for the first time she had realized how most of the world really was.
They just didn't care.
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Heavenstar: There's your disclaimer. Haha. I dunno...*scratches head* Do I REALLY need a disclaimer for every chapter? Was there something I forgot to say I didn't own or something? Anyhow, I know! I need more Schuldig! I'll make an effort to have more of him. And I need to develop Weiss a little more since I keep getting this feeling I could be doing more with Ken, but instead I just sorta throw him a line every now and then. I'll work on that. Haha...I couldn't resist embarrassing poor Nagi like that, you know?
Lady Shandow-san: It rocks? AWESOME!!! lol Glad you liked it! ^_^
Angry Blood Sister: Isn't it amazing how they draw Farfarello's mouth so differently from everyone else's in the show? They actually give him lips, and nice ones too! Which, I must say, makes him look a lot more kissable - haha. Sorry to disappoint you, Megan's not going to be ok... T_T I hope that doesn't upset you.
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Schuldig unbuckled his seat belt with a grim expression, jade eyes narrowed in worry. He had safely delivered Bonnie and Farfarello to the exact location of the rave and was preparing to escort the two in while Omi remained in the car, waiting at the wheel in case they needed to get home a little faster than expected... He shook his head. The very idea of Beserker and his little girlfriend venturing into that wild party alone was enough to make him cringe, for although Farfarello was a blood thirsty killer, or at least once had been, he was not accustomed to dealing with bodies pressing in at all sides, drunks trying to grab at you, talk to you, and brawls randomly breaking out. In the past he would've gone crazy if he had to deal with it alone, rip out the knives and start tearing out people's throats, but nowadays, in his 'sane' stage, he would probably just break down and panic, not knowing what to do when he didn't have the option of resorting to violence.
Farfarello climbed out of the back seat and took Bonnie tightly by the hand, obviously already a little intimidated and worried. Losing her in the throng of people he could see gathered outside would only lead to disaster. Already the girl was swallowing lumps in her throat, squeezing his fingers tight as she saw a great deal of people staring at them hungrily, watching like vultures.
"Come on," said Schuldig briskly, beginning to approach the place where the party was being held. It appeared to be a five-tiered parking lot, a monster of a building fashioned from cement, that had recently been roped off and condemned and destined to be torn down. Lights flashed from the inside and people hung stupidly from the railings, whooping and hollering. Even from the distance they were at the music blared and shadows of rocking bodies dancing furiously invaded their senses. "Follow me and stick close. Don't get lost."
Immediately, disaster struck.
A group of teenage girls, high or drunk or maybe both, swarmed Schuldig in an excited frenzy, closing in on the handsome redhead German like predators. Their bleary eyes sought his for contact, and he stiffened in anger, pushing them aside although they followed doggedly, crying for him to give them a chance, offering him things that made Bonnie blush. And then something peculiar happened... Schuldig turned around and glared at them, looking very intense, very powerful, and a smirk curled his lips as the lot of them stumbled back with suddenly blank expressions. After that they stood very still, as if afraid of moving, and Schuldig breezed casually by.
Bonnie would never understand what he had whispered in their minds, how he had threatened them and snickered lies about how their deaths were soon to come if they so much as took a step after him.
They made their way through the dancing crowd, barely squeezing through the tightly packed bodies. Schuldig led the way confidently but hurriedly, as if he was already predicting something terrible and wanted to leave as soon as possible, and Farfarello struggled to keep up while dragging Bonnie behind. If he could just keep that one golden eye trained on the flame- colored head just before him...
His grip slipped on the younger girl as he heard her cry out in either surprise or anger - hard to tell which - and both he and Schuldig quickly whirled just in time to see her backhand a teenage boy pry two years her senior. A furious blush colored her cheeks when she turned away from him, only to have him grasp at her once more, snarling out the beginning of a threat that never ended because Farfarello suddenly loomed behind her, a quite frightening sight with his pale, pale skin and countless scars and angry, burning eye. The stranger too one look at his eye patch and his white hair and the grim frown of disapproval and quickly backed off, melting into the shadows.
Schuldig sighed and continued to guide them as if he knew exactly where to go, and apparently he did for the location of the snack table was exactly where they ended up. Bonnie dropped to both hands and knees and peered underneath, gasping at the shivering mess of a girl that was staring back at her.
"Bonbon..." Megan smiled weakly, her eyes bloodshot and with dark circles underneath. Her voice was shaky and dreamy and slurred, all at the same time, and she had an almost bedraggled appearance about her. "You came."
"Megan! Are you ok? You look sick!" Bonnie crawled underneath the table to sit beside the girl, who had at least seven empty cups beside her and another one full of red punch. At her side laid a packet of white powder, and Bonnie carefully picked up the baggie to examine with wide eyes before it finally hit her what it was. "Have you been doing drugs while you waited for us?" she squeaked.
Megan snatched the packet away and shook her head, lying even though the evidence was clear as day. "I'm in so much trouble," she murmured. "And I feel REALLY bad. I don't know..." Tears shone in her eyes, and Bonnie suddenly realized just what a strained, pained expression she wore. "My stomach hurts...and it's hard to breathe."
"Farfarello and Schuldig are here," Bonnie quietly soothed, laying a hand to her friend's shoulder. "We'll take you home."
"NO!" she cried, desperately clutching at the pastor's daughter, scared and choking on sobs. "Not there! I can't go back. They kicked me out."
"Why?"
She sniffled. "Found out I was pregnant...wanted nothing to do with me...and when I told the guy, he said the same thing... I got no one right now, Bonnie."
Bonnie couldn't believe it. She'd known Megan had a reputation and wasn't quite a moral girl - she'd even realized that Megan had tried her luck with many guys that were definitely not a good influence in her quest for a place to fit in. But pregnant...? Somehow, Bonnie had never expected it. Megan was so good and played the part of an innocent in her presence, and although she had always suspected it, the fact that her classmate lived a double life was undeniable now. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to abandon her in her time of need. She gently hugged Megan close, whispering into her ear, "It's ok. You can come to my house. A good night's rest is all you need..."
Schuldig, who was crouching down beside them along with Farfarello, shook his head gravely. "Bonnie," he prodded quietly. "No. Something's really wrong with her..."
"What...?"
Schuldig didn't answer, instead holding out his hand. "Give me your cell phone. I'm calling for an ambulance."
"Schuldig! I don't see the -" She paused, realizing that Megan had doubled over silently and was clutching at her stomach without so much as a sound. "Problem..." she finished quietly, dumbly.
Megan gasped for breath, rocking herself back and forth, eyes shut tightly. It was all so eerily silent that Bonnie was only snapped back to reality when she uttered a sharp cry and braced a hand on the ground, her hand over her rapidly beating heart.
"Megan!" she exclaimed, reaching out to touch her but not knowing what good it would do. "What's wrong?! Schuldig, what's going on?!"
Schuldig covered an ear with his hand and turned away in annoyance, trying to give directions to the woman who had promised to dispatch the paramedics among all the din.
Bonnie turned to Farfarello in confusion, only to see a trail of tears streaming down his cheek, a look of sorrow weighing heavily on his face. Then, she turned back to her struggling friend and hugged her close, trying to calm her, to comfort her in her pain.
There was chaos and panic all around her, people laughing and drinking and kissing and totally ignoring the death that was happening so close to them. Bonnie wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. It wasn't fair! Someone pay attention - someone show that they care! Don't keep having your good time, please just give some notice that you're not completely heartless...
Megan suddenly ceased trembling violently and fell limp into Bonnie's arms, sideways across her lap, head resting in the crook of her arm. For a second she looked a bit confused, and then a small smile crossed her lips as she mouthed the words, 'thank you'.
"No!" Bonnie whispered, shaking her head frantically. "Don't!"
Megan's eyelids drooped low over her gray-blue eyes, and then fluttered completely closed. Her chest heaved in one last, gigantic breath and then stilled.
Bonnie's lower lip trembled, and she bit down on it to keep from sobbing even as a massive amount of tears poured from her eyes. She turned to look at Farfarfello, completely horrified, still holding the dead girl, and he returned the stare, but with a simple regretful look, as if he was more sorry she had to witness the scene than he was about Megan's death.
Schuldig was simply muttering something in German under his breath, jaw tightened.
Sirens screamed in the distance.
The colored strobe lights played over her pale face, red and blue and green flashing and pulsating, sparkling in her tears. The world was suddenly blurry, suddenly dark...
Farfarello moved Megan out of Bonnie's grasp and held her in his own, slowly rising. Then, tugging at his friend's hand, he quietly led her outside to where Schuldig was waiting with the ambulance. And Bonnie had never felt so along because for the first time she had realized how most of the world really was.
They just didn't care.
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