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Farfarello hummed an old irish song to himself as he licked the tip of his bloodstained blade."And you were my lass, and you were my lass of- ."Abruptly his humming was cut off as the door to his cell opened and Schuldig entered.
"Alright Farfie, we have a mission.Time to get off your Irish ass and send some poor rich sap to hell."The Telepath informed him with a slight smirk.
Farfarello gazed at him a moment, expression blank, then gave a half nod and slid back further till his back was against the wall and his face out of the light.Schuldig rolled his eyes, turning, and walked out of the darkened echoing cell.
The Irishmen unconsciously ran a fingertip over the blade and increased the pressure as Schuldig's words finally took form in his mind.A mission, more death and blood.But it meant leaving the confinements of his dark silent cell and into the world of the church goers and skipping children with countless adults mooning over their lovers or coffee.
Schuldig mentally commanded him.
was all that the Irishmen returned.
Sighing in regret, Farfarello quickly slashed down his arm and let the weapon clatter to the floor.Blood, blood, death, blood.His mind repeated in preparing itself and trying to provoke the bloodlust so it would block out the images of the unknowing people they would pass in the car.
He pulled open the door and looked both ways down the shadowed hallway.Reluctantly, he stepped forward out of his cell and shut it behind him with a loud creak and then SLAM.
"Come on Farfarello!"Crawford shouted from the doorward near the kitchen,"We're waiting on YOU now hurry up!"
Nagi was whining at his sleep being interrupted and pulling on his coat and shoes when Farfarello turned from the hall and into the kitchen.Schuldig stood in the doorway of the kitchen connecting to the living room where the main door was.The Berserker lowered his head further and slid past him and out the doorway into the winter wind and snow covering the ground knee-deep.NAgi grumbled from behind him and pushed him the rest of the way out the door.
"Move, I wanna get into that nice toasty car."He sniffled and dived for Schuldig's car.
"Its not even started."Crawford replied knowingly and jingled the car keys.
"Hey!!How'd you get those?!"Schuldig demanded from the still-open doorway.
"magic,"Farfarello replied absently, but no one heard him.
"You left it on the counter.Don't be so careless."Crawford replied in his calm expressionless way while opening the driver slide door and sliding in and onto the leather seats.
Schuldig grumbled and zipped his coat while walking past to the still immobile vest-clad Farfarello.
Tilting his head up to the sky, Farfarello's eye scanned the starry night sky."Beautiful...God doesn't deserve it."He muttered to himself.
"Get your ass IN HERE!"Crawford shouted out his window.
The Irishman ignored him and sighed loudly, breath coming out in a white cloud."I don't deserve god......But I'll make him cry tonight..and weep and sob.And the heavens will cry."
"FARFARELLLOOOO!!"Crawford bellowed.
"Geese Crawford, don't have a heart attack."Farfarello heard Schuldig comment.
Turning from the bluish black paradise, Farfarello walked down the icy sidewalk and into the backseat that the open door, thanks to Schuldig, presented. Farfarello sat as Schuldig, leaning over him, shut the door and then leaned back into his own seat near Farfarello.
"Thankyou."The Berserked murmered.
"Your welcome."The Telepath replied automatically, turning his head from Farfarello to watch the houses pass as Crawford gassed it.
Farfarello blinked,-He heard me....He heard me..- Smiling slightly, he looked down at his hands, not wanting to watch the horrible human civilization zoom by before his molten amber eye. *****
Ok...ummm....That's only the first chapter.And yeah...I kinda used a lot of big words and described things stupidly and at some times overexcessivly.So I apologise.Please review?;-;The second chapter will be up very soon, in fact, maybe Ill type it right now and upload
Farfarello hummed an old irish song to himself as he licked the tip of his bloodstained blade."And you were my lass, and you were my lass of- ."Abruptly his humming was cut off as the door to his cell opened and Schuldig entered.
"Alright Farfie, we have a mission.Time to get off your Irish ass and send some poor rich sap to hell."The Telepath informed him with a slight smirk.
Farfarello gazed at him a moment, expression blank, then gave a half nod and slid back further till his back was against the wall and his face out of the light.Schuldig rolled his eyes, turning, and walked out of the darkened echoing cell.
The Irishmen unconsciously ran a fingertip over the blade and increased the pressure as Schuldig's words finally took form in his mind.A mission, more death and blood.But it meant leaving the confinements of his dark silent cell and into the world of the church goers and skipping children with countless adults mooning over their lovers or coffee.
Schuldig mentally commanded him.
was all that the Irishmen returned.
Sighing in regret, Farfarello quickly slashed down his arm and let the weapon clatter to the floor.Blood, blood, death, blood.His mind repeated in preparing itself and trying to provoke the bloodlust so it would block out the images of the unknowing people they would pass in the car.
He pulled open the door and looked both ways down the shadowed hallway.Reluctantly, he stepped forward out of his cell and shut it behind him with a loud creak and then SLAM.
"Come on Farfarello!"Crawford shouted from the doorward near the kitchen,"We're waiting on YOU now hurry up!"
Nagi was whining at his sleep being interrupted and pulling on his coat and shoes when Farfarello turned from the hall and into the kitchen.Schuldig stood in the doorway of the kitchen connecting to the living room where the main door was.The Berserker lowered his head further and slid past him and out the doorway into the winter wind and snow covering the ground knee-deep.NAgi grumbled from behind him and pushed him the rest of the way out the door.
"Move, I wanna get into that nice toasty car."He sniffled and dived for Schuldig's car.
"Its not even started."Crawford replied knowingly and jingled the car keys.
"Hey!!How'd you get those?!"Schuldig demanded from the still-open doorway.
"magic,"Farfarello replied absently, but no one heard him.
"You left it on the counter.Don't be so careless."Crawford replied in his calm expressionless way while opening the driver slide door and sliding in and onto the leather seats.
Schuldig grumbled and zipped his coat while walking past to the still immobile vest-clad Farfarello.
Tilting his head up to the sky, Farfarello's eye scanned the starry night sky."Beautiful...God doesn't deserve it."He muttered to himself.
"Get your ass IN HERE!"Crawford shouted out his window.
The Irishman ignored him and sighed loudly, breath coming out in a white cloud."I don't deserve god......But I'll make him cry tonight..and weep and sob.And the heavens will cry."
"FARFARELLLOOOO!!"Crawford bellowed.
"Geese Crawford, don't have a heart attack."Farfarello heard Schuldig comment.
Turning from the bluish black paradise, Farfarello walked down the icy sidewalk and into the backseat that the open door, thanks to Schuldig, presented. Farfarello sat as Schuldig, leaning over him, shut the door and then leaned back into his own seat near Farfarello.
"Thankyou."The Berserked murmered.
"Your welcome."The Telepath replied automatically, turning his head from Farfarello to watch the houses pass as Crawford gassed it.
Farfarello blinked,-He heard me....He heard me..- Smiling slightly, he looked down at his hands, not wanting to watch the horrible human civilization zoom by before his molten amber eye. *****
Ok...ummm....That's only the first chapter.And yeah...I kinda used a lot of big words and described things stupidly and at some times overexcessivly.So I apologise.Please review?;-;The second chapter will be up very soon, in fact, maybe Ill type it right now and upload