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---***--- Chapter 2: Withold Thine Breath ---***---
Sarah awoke to a throbbing headache. The pain increased as her brain came into focus, and the sharp pain caused her to whimper softly, hands reaching for her head. Vision was blurred due to the intense nausea created by such a headache, so she could not see her surroundings clearly.
It took her a while, but she was finally able to sit up, back against the wall, head slightly tilted to the side, to avoid it touching the blank, ivorn scape behind her. As her vision cleared, she was able to note the characteristics of the room she was in.
The walls were painted a blank white, nothing else, and there were not windows. The lights were dimmed, so visability was bad, for only a lamp light was available. Hanging from a bar crafted into the ceiling was a sort of contraption she concluded to be a straitjacket upside down. The only other items that graced the bare dwelling consisted of a table that was low to the ground, and a small cabinet in one corner.
It was obvious she was anywhere but home.
As she went to stand, another wave of dizziness clouded her crania, and she was forced to sit back down. Hands gingerly touched the injured area and found dried, and still drying blood. She figured her hair was matted with it, but she could not see for sure. Fingers gently traced the long, jagged wound that had been created when her head had connected with the stone wall of the church.
The church!
Father Miyu!
Face was buried into her knees, frail form shaking from sobs that threatened to erupt. Not only that, but the entire room was freezing cold, and she was wearing shorts and a tank top. Sudden thought came to her mind, and her hand flung to her neck, slender digits searching for her necklace. It wasn't there.
The door opened and in stepped Farfarello. He shut the door behind him, and she heard it lock from the outside.
His amber eyes suddenly caught hers, and she shrunk back against the wall, optics narrowing as he approached her and kneeled right infront of her shivering form. His own, large, pallid hand reached up to dangle a silver necklace infront of her. It was a thin chain, bearing a simple silver cross. Hers!
Her hand reached out to snatch it, only to have the object removed from her visability.
"Strange, how one who denounces her faith in God, wears such a trinket."
"It was my mothers. Give it back."
"No." She watched as he slipped it into a pocket of his blue vest, and then fell into a sitting position before her, simply staring. It was eerie, how the scarred male said nothing, and his visage was beginning to visably freak her out.
"Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Staring at me!"
"Why?"
"Because you freak me out!"
"Why?"
His voice was always so calm. Why was that? Had she not heard his sadistic laugh? Had she not seen his other side? Why didn't he kill her like he had Father Miyu? So many questions!
"Where am I?"
"Don't change the subject."
She hissed and spat back out at him with a sarcastic tone, "Where. Am. I?"
Her head suddenly reeled as his fist caught squarely with her jaw. Tears burst forth, immediate bruise following. She was lucky her jaw wasn't broken, and she was quite sure that hadn't been as hard as he could have hit. The nymphet began to cry, lowering her gaze towards her knees. It was yanked roughly back up by the irishman, and he repeated his earlier question.
"Why?"
What was with this guy and his why questions?
"Because.....Because.....You're scary looking.....and I don't know you......and.....and I don't know!" She whimpered out, and he released her bruised chin, settling back down into his sitting position, as he had disturbed it by having to lean forward to punch her.
"What is your name?"
She sniffed, hand raised to wipe away her tears, careful to avoid the tremendous bruise now crafting its way upon her left cheek and jaw area, "Sarah....I...I don't have a last name."
"You're not Japanese."
She shook her head, which was still pointed downwards to focus her gaze upon her knees, "I...I'm American. I moved to Japan six years ago with my family."
"I'm Farfarello." The lanky behemoth stood and headed to a side of the room, where he collapsed into a sitting position, his back against the wall. She watched as he fell asleep, or atleast appeared to fall asleep, pondering how the conversation had come to such an abrupt end.
Curling up in a ball upon the tiled floor in order to preserve body heat, she fell asleep as well, shivering mass relinquishing itself to the tears that coursed down her cheeks.
---***---
"Time to wake up Farfie!" Schuldig unlocked the door and peeked in, glancing to see the irishman still sound asleep in the corner. His attention was quickly diverted as he heard a soft whimper. Azure eyes widened at the sight of the shivering teen. He yanked the door shut and spun around, yelling loudly for Crawford.
The black haired glanced up from the newspaper and sighed, setting it down to find out what the source of the yelling was. Nagi had arisen as well, and met up with him on his way to find Schuldig with one hand on his hip, the other pointing at the door.
"Do you know what the psycho has in that room?"
"Some knives, a table, a cabinet, his contraption thing..." Nagic counted on his fingers.
"Shut up Nagi! I'm not talking about those! Take a look!" He opened the door and shoved Crawford and Nagi in, pointing them towards the side of the room Sarah was on. By this time, she was wide awake from the yelling, and scrunched against the wall, body trembling from the cold and from apparent fear.
Crawford adjusted his glasses, eyes narrowing, and turned around, glancing at Farfarello, whom he knew was awake.
"Explain this Farfarello."
"She's mine."
Schuldig kneeled nest to the female, examining her figure. As he went to touch the dark blue bruise on her cheek, she withdrew quickly, as if having been smacked, body quivering. He got a glanced of her head as she moved and yelled to Brad, "She's in poor shape. Big bruise on her cheek, several more on her shoulders and arms, and one pretty nasty gash on her head. Plus the fact the girls lips are practically blue since it's so fucking cold in this room!"
"What is she doing here?"
"I brought her here."
"Why, might I ask?"
"She denounced God."
Brad decided he would press the subject later, and turned towards Schuldig, whom was looking at him with a 'what-should-we-do-now' look.
"Bring her to the kitchen. I'd like to ask her a few questions."
Schuldig shrugged and went to grab the female and hoist her to her feet. Instead, she lunged away from his grasp, coming to her feet shakily, "Don't touch me!"
"Nagi. A little help here."
"Fine."
She suddenly found she couldn't move her body. Struggle as she might, nothing would function, not even her lips. She was slowly levitated out of the room by Nagi, followed by Brad, with Schuldig last. The Irishman went to follow, only to be stopped by the telepath, "You're staying here."
"She's mine." The psycho hissed, and went to shove past Schuldig. He was flung back into the wall by Nagi, whom had finished with his earlier task, and had returned by Crawfords orders to subdue Farfarello. The door was shut and locked, and an angry howl could be heard, piercing the air.
Sarah had been placed upon a nearby chair, thick blanket draped over her. This still, however, did not disperse the shivering.
"How long have you been in there?" Crawford asked, situating himself in a chair across from her. Schuldig and Nagi seated nearby in order to witness the conversation.
"Yesterday....last night.....and this morning...." She muttered, gaze lowered.
"Why?"
"How the hell should I know?" She snapped, golden orbs flaring, "That psycho son of a bitch killed Father Miyu and then kidnapped me!" Her sudden outburst caused a flare of pain from her head and she doubled over, eyes still narrowed at Crawford.
"Your name?"
"How about I get yours first? I'm sick and tired of this million question shit! I've been kidnapped, shoved into a home with four freaks, not to mention that jackass punches like a bitch when he doesn't get his answers!" She rubbed her jaw, before continuing, "I'd like to be on the recieving end of things now! Like when the fuck am I going home?"
Schuldig began to laugh, smirking at Brad, "I like her!"
"Who said you're going home?"
That caught her attention, "N...Nani?"
"Schuldig. Get me her name."
"Whatever you say Braddy!" He glanced towards the femme, smile widening, "Sarah."
"How...The..." She began to speak, but was cut off.
"Alright then. Schuldig, clean Sarah up, then shove her back into Farfarello's room. If he wants a pet, he can have one. Make sure you tell him it's his responsibilty to feed it and take care of it. If he doesn't, his pet might die." The precog smirked at the gaping girl.
"P...Pet?" Fury rose and she lunged out her seat, throwing a punch for his face. Her hand was caught with ease.
"Too slow. Nagi. Assist Schuldig."
Sarah found she couldn't move again.
"Are you sure about this Brad?"
"Quite sure."
Schuldig shrugged and waved for Nagi to follow him. Sarah was floated along, her best death glare directed towards the calm and collected precog. He simply watched her go, indifference plastered on his mug.
Half an hour later, Sarah was shoved into Farfarellos room, head stitched up and bandaged, and new clothes, a pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt, obviously Nagi's, on. She stumbled into Farfarello's arms, which closed about her in a tight grasp. She struggled, hard, but he did not reliquish it as he listened calmly to Schuldig's instructions.
"Braddy said you can keep her. Just make sure you keep her warm, feed and water her, play with her, and groom her. Got it? Good. Have fun!" The cheery red head ducked from the room, locking it behind him.
Sarah was roughly shoved away from his body, and she twirled to face him.
He surveyed her with an eerie look coating his one eye, "Schuldig said play. Let's play."
---***---(TBC)
Hrm. Thats it for now. A little longer than the first chapter. Hope you enjoy. Review please. Thanks n.n.
---***--- Chapter 2: Withold Thine Breath ---***---
Sarah awoke to a throbbing headache. The pain increased as her brain came into focus, and the sharp pain caused her to whimper softly, hands reaching for her head. Vision was blurred due to the intense nausea created by such a headache, so she could not see her surroundings clearly.
It took her a while, but she was finally able to sit up, back against the wall, head slightly tilted to the side, to avoid it touching the blank, ivorn scape behind her. As her vision cleared, she was able to note the characteristics of the room she was in.
The walls were painted a blank white, nothing else, and there were not windows. The lights were dimmed, so visability was bad, for only a lamp light was available. Hanging from a bar crafted into the ceiling was a sort of contraption she concluded to be a straitjacket upside down. The only other items that graced the bare dwelling consisted of a table that was low to the ground, and a small cabinet in one corner.
It was obvious she was anywhere but home.
As she went to stand, another wave of dizziness clouded her crania, and she was forced to sit back down. Hands gingerly touched the injured area and found dried, and still drying blood. She figured her hair was matted with it, but she could not see for sure. Fingers gently traced the long, jagged wound that had been created when her head had connected with the stone wall of the church.
The church!
Father Miyu!
Face was buried into her knees, frail form shaking from sobs that threatened to erupt. Not only that, but the entire room was freezing cold, and she was wearing shorts and a tank top. Sudden thought came to her mind, and her hand flung to her neck, slender digits searching for her necklace. It wasn't there.
The door opened and in stepped Farfarello. He shut the door behind him, and she heard it lock from the outside.
His amber eyes suddenly caught hers, and she shrunk back against the wall, optics narrowing as he approached her and kneeled right infront of her shivering form. His own, large, pallid hand reached up to dangle a silver necklace infront of her. It was a thin chain, bearing a simple silver cross. Hers!
Her hand reached out to snatch it, only to have the object removed from her visability.
"Strange, how one who denounces her faith in God, wears such a trinket."
"It was my mothers. Give it back."
"No." She watched as he slipped it into a pocket of his blue vest, and then fell into a sitting position before her, simply staring. It was eerie, how the scarred male said nothing, and his visage was beginning to visably freak her out.
"Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Staring at me!"
"Why?"
"Because you freak me out!"
"Why?"
His voice was always so calm. Why was that? Had she not heard his sadistic laugh? Had she not seen his other side? Why didn't he kill her like he had Father Miyu? So many questions!
"Where am I?"
"Don't change the subject."
She hissed and spat back out at him with a sarcastic tone, "Where. Am. I?"
Her head suddenly reeled as his fist caught squarely with her jaw. Tears burst forth, immediate bruise following. She was lucky her jaw wasn't broken, and she was quite sure that hadn't been as hard as he could have hit. The nymphet began to cry, lowering her gaze towards her knees. It was yanked roughly back up by the irishman, and he repeated his earlier question.
"Why?"
What was with this guy and his why questions?
"Because.....Because.....You're scary looking.....and I don't know you......and.....and I don't know!" She whimpered out, and he released her bruised chin, settling back down into his sitting position, as he had disturbed it by having to lean forward to punch her.
"What is your name?"
She sniffed, hand raised to wipe away her tears, careful to avoid the tremendous bruise now crafting its way upon her left cheek and jaw area, "Sarah....I...I don't have a last name."
"You're not Japanese."
She shook her head, which was still pointed downwards to focus her gaze upon her knees, "I...I'm American. I moved to Japan six years ago with my family."
"I'm Farfarello." The lanky behemoth stood and headed to a side of the room, where he collapsed into a sitting position, his back against the wall. She watched as he fell asleep, or atleast appeared to fall asleep, pondering how the conversation had come to such an abrupt end.
Curling up in a ball upon the tiled floor in order to preserve body heat, she fell asleep as well, shivering mass relinquishing itself to the tears that coursed down her cheeks.
---***---
"Time to wake up Farfie!" Schuldig unlocked the door and peeked in, glancing to see the irishman still sound asleep in the corner. His attention was quickly diverted as he heard a soft whimper. Azure eyes widened at the sight of the shivering teen. He yanked the door shut and spun around, yelling loudly for Crawford.
The black haired glanced up from the newspaper and sighed, setting it down to find out what the source of the yelling was. Nagi had arisen as well, and met up with him on his way to find Schuldig with one hand on his hip, the other pointing at the door.
"Do you know what the psycho has in that room?"
"Some knives, a table, a cabinet, his contraption thing..." Nagic counted on his fingers.
"Shut up Nagi! I'm not talking about those! Take a look!" He opened the door and shoved Crawford and Nagi in, pointing them towards the side of the room Sarah was on. By this time, she was wide awake from the yelling, and scrunched against the wall, body trembling from the cold and from apparent fear.
Crawford adjusted his glasses, eyes narrowing, and turned around, glancing at Farfarello, whom he knew was awake.
"Explain this Farfarello."
"She's mine."
Schuldig kneeled nest to the female, examining her figure. As he went to touch the dark blue bruise on her cheek, she withdrew quickly, as if having been smacked, body quivering. He got a glanced of her head as she moved and yelled to Brad, "She's in poor shape. Big bruise on her cheek, several more on her shoulders and arms, and one pretty nasty gash on her head. Plus the fact the girls lips are practically blue since it's so fucking cold in this room!"
"What is she doing here?"
"I brought her here."
"Why, might I ask?"
"She denounced God."
Brad decided he would press the subject later, and turned towards Schuldig, whom was looking at him with a 'what-should-we-do-now' look.
"Bring her to the kitchen. I'd like to ask her a few questions."
Schuldig shrugged and went to grab the female and hoist her to her feet. Instead, she lunged away from his grasp, coming to her feet shakily, "Don't touch me!"
"Nagi. A little help here."
"Fine."
She suddenly found she couldn't move her body. Struggle as she might, nothing would function, not even her lips. She was slowly levitated out of the room by Nagi, followed by Brad, with Schuldig last. The Irishman went to follow, only to be stopped by the telepath, "You're staying here."
"She's mine." The psycho hissed, and went to shove past Schuldig. He was flung back into the wall by Nagi, whom had finished with his earlier task, and had returned by Crawfords orders to subdue Farfarello. The door was shut and locked, and an angry howl could be heard, piercing the air.
Sarah had been placed upon a nearby chair, thick blanket draped over her. This still, however, did not disperse the shivering.
"How long have you been in there?" Crawford asked, situating himself in a chair across from her. Schuldig and Nagi seated nearby in order to witness the conversation.
"Yesterday....last night.....and this morning...." She muttered, gaze lowered.
"Why?"
"How the hell should I know?" She snapped, golden orbs flaring, "That psycho son of a bitch killed Father Miyu and then kidnapped me!" Her sudden outburst caused a flare of pain from her head and she doubled over, eyes still narrowed at Crawford.
"Your name?"
"How about I get yours first? I'm sick and tired of this million question shit! I've been kidnapped, shoved into a home with four freaks, not to mention that jackass punches like a bitch when he doesn't get his answers!" She rubbed her jaw, before continuing, "I'd like to be on the recieving end of things now! Like when the fuck am I going home?"
Schuldig began to laugh, smirking at Brad, "I like her!"
"Who said you're going home?"
That caught her attention, "N...Nani?"
"Schuldig. Get me her name."
"Whatever you say Braddy!" He glanced towards the femme, smile widening, "Sarah."
"How...The..." She began to speak, but was cut off.
"Alright then. Schuldig, clean Sarah up, then shove her back into Farfarello's room. If he wants a pet, he can have one. Make sure you tell him it's his responsibilty to feed it and take care of it. If he doesn't, his pet might die." The precog smirked at the gaping girl.
"P...Pet?" Fury rose and she lunged out her seat, throwing a punch for his face. Her hand was caught with ease.
"Too slow. Nagi. Assist Schuldig."
Sarah found she couldn't move again.
"Are you sure about this Brad?"
"Quite sure."
Schuldig shrugged and waved for Nagi to follow him. Sarah was floated along, her best death glare directed towards the calm and collected precog. He simply watched her go, indifference plastered on his mug.
Half an hour later, Sarah was shoved into Farfarellos room, head stitched up and bandaged, and new clothes, a pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt, obviously Nagi's, on. She stumbled into Farfarello's arms, which closed about her in a tight grasp. She struggled, hard, but he did not reliquish it as he listened calmly to Schuldig's instructions.
"Braddy said you can keep her. Just make sure you keep her warm, feed and water her, play with her, and groom her. Got it? Good. Have fun!" The cheery red head ducked from the room, locking it behind him.
Sarah was roughly shoved away from his body, and she twirled to face him.
He surveyed her with an eerie look coating his one eye, "Schuldig said play. Let's play."
---***---(TBC)
Hrm. Thats it for now. A little longer than the first chapter. Hope you enjoy. Review please. Thanks n.n.