Next chapter.....Hrm.....I've been itching to write for this fic, but as
soon as I sit down to do so, the inspiration failed. I'm going to try and
force myself back into it. Review!
---***--- Chapter 3: Bloody Anger ---***---
She was sobbing softly, gentle, racking sobs that shook her shoulders with each effort. Blurry eyes were pointed downwards, hazy mind barely registering the pain anymore. Blood. It was everywhere. It stained her clothes, the floor, her face. Where did it come from?
Her right arm was rested on her knee, underside held up, sleeve rolled to her shoulder, the source of the blood now evident. Five crisp cuts were slashed upon her pale skin, from her wrist to her elbow, each a perfect, horizontal line. Her entire limb was coated in the red substance, and they continued to bleed, soaking her pant leg. Salty tears mingled with the wounds, causing a sting she couldn't feel.
"Ssshh....Why are you crying?"
She was situated on Farfarello's lap, his lanky and muscular arms crossed about her waist. He leaned his chin upon her shoulder, his cheek to hers, grip tightening just a tad. She didn't resist. There was no need. He had won this round.
"Desecration of the body hurts God. You should be happy. Why the tears?"
"It....It hurts..." She choked out, causing a new round of tears to well forth. She was cold...Oh so cold....and she was beginning to fear that blood loss may have something to do with that fact. Breathing was hard, and her voice was harsh, the marks around her neck clear indication as to why.
A sudden knock upon the door caused Farfarello to look up. The lock unlocked, and the door was pushed open to reveal Nagi standing there. His eyes widened at the scene, and he yelled for Schuldig.
The redhead was there within moments, and cursed aloud at the blood, "Dammit Farfie! You're going to kill her!"
"No I'm not."
He hugged her closer, yellow optic narrowing at Schuldig, "She's fine. Why do you care anyway? She's not yours."
Schuldig shrugged and gestured towards the madman, "C'mon Farfie. Brad wants to talk to you. Nagi will clean her up."
For once, the Berserker did not protest, and he stood, sliding the teenager off his lap onto the ground, where she maintained her submissive stance. He followed Schuldig out of the room silently, leaving Nagi alone with the girl.
"Are you alright?"
The young telekinetic kneeled beside the frail female, surveying the cuts on her arm. By the looks of it, they had been bleeding for quite some time. Surely they would have hurt. Why hadn't they heard her screams?
"H...Help me...." Her hazel eyes met his brilliant blues, and he was inclined to look away.
"I'm afraid I have no say in this matter." He muttered as bandages from Farfie's stash came floating over. The irishman had no means of cleaning the wounds, so the male made due with sopping up the blood with one bandage, and wrapping the limb with another.
When he was finished, he stood and eyed the girl in silence. She was shaky and weak from loss of bodily fluids, and most likely from fear and struggling. He could see the dark imprints about her neckline. So that's why they didn't hear her!
"Why? What did I do?"
She was crying again, a steady torrent of blood tainted tears.
"I can't answer that." And so Nagi turned, leaving the room without another sound.
---***---
"Kenkun! Come see this!" Omi flagged over the soccer player and pointed at the TV screen.
The reporter on the screen was talking to some American military official, "So sir. When was your daughter abducted?"
The tall, black haired man was obviously fighting back the urge to cry, as he spoke, his voice cracking, "She never came home yesterday from her errands. Every day around 3:00 she goes to the church downtown and stays for around a hour before coming back."
"And is it true that at that very church they found the priest murdered?"
"That's what I've been told. Please. Anyone out there. If you know anything about my daughter, please tell me! This is a picture of her." He held up a picture of Sarah.
"Sarahsan!" Ken yelped out.
"Her name is Sarah Toylin, and she's fifteen years old, brown hair and hazel eyes. She aways wears a silver cross necklace. Please. If you see her, call! She means so much to me...." And the report trailed off.
"Ken? Kenkun?" Omi glanced to the side, but the chocolate haired assassin had already fled through the door.
---***---
"I would like to know why you felt the need to bring some unknown teenager into this household, Farfarello. Explain. Now."
"She's lost faith."
"Your point?"
"How come you haven't killed her yet?" Schuldig interrupted, settling himself down upon a kitchen chair, "Usually you kill everything you touch. I've never seen such restraint from you."
"Killing a non-believer makes God happy."
"Ugh. You're messed up."
"I cleaned her up. She lost quite a bit of blood, but she should be ok if she gets some rest. Food, water and a blanket would help her out. When are you planning to provide those items?" All three heads turned to see Nagi standing at the doorway, his arms crossed.
I sense a bit of anger dear Nagi. Schuldigs voice flickered through the young ones head.
She doesn't deserve that pain.
Oh? And why not?
He recieved no answer.
Brad leaned back in his chair and sighed, "I'm allowing you to keep her Farfarello, provided you don't kill her. Everything else to permitted, except for that one action. Understand?"
"I understand. Is that all?"
"Hai. Now I suggest you do as Nagi tells you, and feed her."
---***---
By the time Farfarello had entered the room, the stained female had crawled into a corner and fallen asleep, figurine shivering from the cold.
He eyed her momentarily before setting down the small tray he had put together, and tossing the heavy blanket over her body. With that done, he left again.
---***---
She awoke with a scream, obvious from some sort of nightmare. Her eyes opened to complete darkness, and were unable to adjust. Sweat slick form threw off the blanket covering, body finding relief in the frigid air.
What's the matter? A groggy voice cut through her head. She froze. Where had it come from?
Nightmare? Go back to bed. You'll wake Farfie up, and he doesn't react well when he's awoken from his sleep.
You're in the den of freaks sweetie. Get used to it.
As the voice left her head, Sarah curled back up underneath the blanket, hazel eyes refusing to close. Every time they did so, she saw his sadistic face, his bloody knife, his one yellow eye...
"Daddy...."
---***---
When she awoke next, the room was lit once again by the small lamp in the corner. Farfarello was nowhere to be seen, so she was left alone to wolf down the stale, yet still good, sandwich infront of her, and to down the glass of water. The food took away the gnawing pain of hunger for the moment, but she could only guess when her next meal was to come.
The door opened, and she curled behind the blanket defensively, only to peek out and view a very tired looking Schuldig. He yawned and rubbed his head.
"Farfie's stepped out for a bit. He said he was going shopping. I figure you could use some change of scenery, ney?"
She eyed him suspiciously, and he gave a shrug, "If you would rather stay here, just waiting for his return, so be it." He turned and went to exit the door.
"Wait!" She was on her feet in an instant, most of her energy returned from sleep and food. She was at his side in an instant, optics pointed towards the ground.
"Follow me then."
He lead her down the hallway and through the all to familiar kitchen and out a door into a room of spectacular beauty. It was a solid room, the only way out being the door they had entered through. There were no windows, not there was a need for any, due to the fact the room had no ceiling. Fresh sunlight streamed in, reflecting off the emerald leaves of the small garden.
He laughed at her expression, settling himself against the wall, "Nagi's creation. That boy sure has a taste for beautiful things, don't you agree?"
"I guess."
"C'mon. Cheer up cute thing. A frown doesn't suit you at all."
"Why do you care?" Her fingers gently traced a nearby rose, hazel eyes closing, treasuring the warm glow of the sun.
"You're right. Why do I care? What Farfie does to you is not of my concern. I'm just curious as to why Brad lets him keep you. That damn precog won't give me any access to his brain." Schuldig paused and shrugged, "Come. We've been out long enough. Farfarello should be back some time soon. He wouldn't be very happy if he saw his pet loose, now would he?"
She followed the telepath without a word out the door and back to Farfarello's room, where she was locked in once more. The broken female said nothing. Already, her hope was slipping through her fingertips.
---***---(TBC)
Not the best I admit, but I'll try harder.....I'm sorry for any spelling errors. I don't have spellcheck on my comp. Thanks for reading, and please review!
---***--- Chapter 3: Bloody Anger ---***---
She was sobbing softly, gentle, racking sobs that shook her shoulders with each effort. Blurry eyes were pointed downwards, hazy mind barely registering the pain anymore. Blood. It was everywhere. It stained her clothes, the floor, her face. Where did it come from?
Her right arm was rested on her knee, underside held up, sleeve rolled to her shoulder, the source of the blood now evident. Five crisp cuts were slashed upon her pale skin, from her wrist to her elbow, each a perfect, horizontal line. Her entire limb was coated in the red substance, and they continued to bleed, soaking her pant leg. Salty tears mingled with the wounds, causing a sting she couldn't feel.
"Ssshh....Why are you crying?"
She was situated on Farfarello's lap, his lanky and muscular arms crossed about her waist. He leaned his chin upon her shoulder, his cheek to hers, grip tightening just a tad. She didn't resist. There was no need. He had won this round.
"Desecration of the body hurts God. You should be happy. Why the tears?"
"It....It hurts..." She choked out, causing a new round of tears to well forth. She was cold...Oh so cold....and she was beginning to fear that blood loss may have something to do with that fact. Breathing was hard, and her voice was harsh, the marks around her neck clear indication as to why.
A sudden knock upon the door caused Farfarello to look up. The lock unlocked, and the door was pushed open to reveal Nagi standing there. His eyes widened at the scene, and he yelled for Schuldig.
The redhead was there within moments, and cursed aloud at the blood, "Dammit Farfie! You're going to kill her!"
"No I'm not."
He hugged her closer, yellow optic narrowing at Schuldig, "She's fine. Why do you care anyway? She's not yours."
Schuldig shrugged and gestured towards the madman, "C'mon Farfie. Brad wants to talk to you. Nagi will clean her up."
For once, the Berserker did not protest, and he stood, sliding the teenager off his lap onto the ground, where she maintained her submissive stance. He followed Schuldig out of the room silently, leaving Nagi alone with the girl.
"Are you alright?"
The young telekinetic kneeled beside the frail female, surveying the cuts on her arm. By the looks of it, they had been bleeding for quite some time. Surely they would have hurt. Why hadn't they heard her screams?
"H...Help me...." Her hazel eyes met his brilliant blues, and he was inclined to look away.
"I'm afraid I have no say in this matter." He muttered as bandages from Farfie's stash came floating over. The irishman had no means of cleaning the wounds, so the male made due with sopping up the blood with one bandage, and wrapping the limb with another.
When he was finished, he stood and eyed the girl in silence. She was shaky and weak from loss of bodily fluids, and most likely from fear and struggling. He could see the dark imprints about her neckline. So that's why they didn't hear her!
"Why? What did I do?"
She was crying again, a steady torrent of blood tainted tears.
"I can't answer that." And so Nagi turned, leaving the room without another sound.
---***---
"Kenkun! Come see this!" Omi flagged over the soccer player and pointed at the TV screen.
The reporter on the screen was talking to some American military official, "So sir. When was your daughter abducted?"
The tall, black haired man was obviously fighting back the urge to cry, as he spoke, his voice cracking, "She never came home yesterday from her errands. Every day around 3:00 she goes to the church downtown and stays for around a hour before coming back."
"And is it true that at that very church they found the priest murdered?"
"That's what I've been told. Please. Anyone out there. If you know anything about my daughter, please tell me! This is a picture of her." He held up a picture of Sarah.
"Sarahsan!" Ken yelped out.
"Her name is Sarah Toylin, and she's fifteen years old, brown hair and hazel eyes. She aways wears a silver cross necklace. Please. If you see her, call! She means so much to me...." And the report trailed off.
"Ken? Kenkun?" Omi glanced to the side, but the chocolate haired assassin had already fled through the door.
---***---
"I would like to know why you felt the need to bring some unknown teenager into this household, Farfarello. Explain. Now."
"She's lost faith."
"Your point?"
"How come you haven't killed her yet?" Schuldig interrupted, settling himself down upon a kitchen chair, "Usually you kill everything you touch. I've never seen such restraint from you."
"Killing a non-believer makes God happy."
"Ugh. You're messed up."
"I cleaned her up. She lost quite a bit of blood, but she should be ok if she gets some rest. Food, water and a blanket would help her out. When are you planning to provide those items?" All three heads turned to see Nagi standing at the doorway, his arms crossed.
I sense a bit of anger dear Nagi. Schuldigs voice flickered through the young ones head.
She doesn't deserve that pain.
Oh? And why not?
He recieved no answer.
Brad leaned back in his chair and sighed, "I'm allowing you to keep her Farfarello, provided you don't kill her. Everything else to permitted, except for that one action. Understand?"
"I understand. Is that all?"
"Hai. Now I suggest you do as Nagi tells you, and feed her."
---***---
By the time Farfarello had entered the room, the stained female had crawled into a corner and fallen asleep, figurine shivering from the cold.
He eyed her momentarily before setting down the small tray he had put together, and tossing the heavy blanket over her body. With that done, he left again.
---***---
She awoke with a scream, obvious from some sort of nightmare. Her eyes opened to complete darkness, and were unable to adjust. Sweat slick form threw off the blanket covering, body finding relief in the frigid air.
What's the matter? A groggy voice cut through her head. She froze. Where had it come from?
Nightmare? Go back to bed. You'll wake Farfie up, and he doesn't react well when he's awoken from his sleep.
You're in the den of freaks sweetie. Get used to it.
As the voice left her head, Sarah curled back up underneath the blanket, hazel eyes refusing to close. Every time they did so, she saw his sadistic face, his bloody knife, his one yellow eye...
"Daddy...."
---***---
When she awoke next, the room was lit once again by the small lamp in the corner. Farfarello was nowhere to be seen, so she was left alone to wolf down the stale, yet still good, sandwich infront of her, and to down the glass of water. The food took away the gnawing pain of hunger for the moment, but she could only guess when her next meal was to come.
The door opened, and she curled behind the blanket defensively, only to peek out and view a very tired looking Schuldig. He yawned and rubbed his head.
"Farfie's stepped out for a bit. He said he was going shopping. I figure you could use some change of scenery, ney?"
She eyed him suspiciously, and he gave a shrug, "If you would rather stay here, just waiting for his return, so be it." He turned and went to exit the door.
"Wait!" She was on her feet in an instant, most of her energy returned from sleep and food. She was at his side in an instant, optics pointed towards the ground.
"Follow me then."
He lead her down the hallway and through the all to familiar kitchen and out a door into a room of spectacular beauty. It was a solid room, the only way out being the door they had entered through. There were no windows, not there was a need for any, due to the fact the room had no ceiling. Fresh sunlight streamed in, reflecting off the emerald leaves of the small garden.
He laughed at her expression, settling himself against the wall, "Nagi's creation. That boy sure has a taste for beautiful things, don't you agree?"
"I guess."
"C'mon. Cheer up cute thing. A frown doesn't suit you at all."
"Why do you care?" Her fingers gently traced a nearby rose, hazel eyes closing, treasuring the warm glow of the sun.
"You're right. Why do I care? What Farfie does to you is not of my concern. I'm just curious as to why Brad lets him keep you. That damn precog won't give me any access to his brain." Schuldig paused and shrugged, "Come. We've been out long enough. Farfarello should be back some time soon. He wouldn't be very happy if he saw his pet loose, now would he?"
She followed the telepath without a word out the door and back to Farfarello's room, where she was locked in once more. The broken female said nothing. Already, her hope was slipping through her fingertips.
---***---(TBC)
Not the best I admit, but I'll try harder.....I'm sorry for any spelling errors. I don't have spellcheck on my comp. Thanks for reading, and please review!