Darkened Whispers

A/N: This is my first fic, so please try to be a little gentle, alright? Umm-if you are wondering why Faust tends to repeat

things that he has once said, it is because people who have suffered a loss tend to repeat things, as if trying to force back the

death or grief that has overtaken the moment…Yes, I do read psychology books, and please do not stuff me in a locker as they do so kindly at school…deathglare I hope you enjoy the story, though it is terrible, terrible angst!

Chapter One: Shattered, and I Will Not Pick Up the Pieces

"Love and pain can drive a man to madness, but I never once guessed that it would happen to me."

I slammed my fist down on the cold operating table, blood saturated the sterility of my doctor's coat, tears ran in unyielding

streaks down my face, a deranged smile upon my coutenance, I must have truly looked like a madman.

My poor, beautiful, fragile Eliza…Why have you gone?! Why did you leave me here?! And indeed, the only question was and will always be 'why' for it is the only question of which the answer I despise…The answer which is, 'you will never know, because the time of her life is long past, and you will never know the answer." Never.

"Why?! The damned murdered killed my dear Eliza!!!" I screamed, grasping Eliza's cold, dead hand so tightly that her slim

fingers dug into my flesh.

Her soft, pale, bloodless hands…They were so frigid, so hauntingly cold, but to me, so very much alive, so warm…vital…They were alive, and she…she had to be alive. Why? …Because I said so. Because she loves me, and I love her. Because this wasn't supposed to happen. Because…because llife just isn't worth living anymore without her.

She was alive. She is alive.

"I'll put him in his grave…I'll…watch him writhe in his blood, strangle him with his own arms…Make it the most painful I

possibly can!!!"

I whipped myself around, and cried out, turning to the wall and falling to my knees.

The floor which I kneeled upon was bathed in blood, her blood. "Oh god…oh…god…he---he…he killed her. He actually…killed her…Oh god…Eliza….Eliza…" I lamented.

The tears burned my face, as if acid was cascading from my eyes. And how I had wished it so. I had wished that I should go blind, and never have to look at her beautiful, nude, unmoving, icy body that was hardening in the cold winter air that seeped through the barely open window.

I couldn't believe he actually killed her…This was all real, wasn't it? I'm not having a nightmare, am I?….No this is all too painfully real, and I despise it…The bastard…he killed my wife!!

"I have cured an incurable disease!! Why can't I cure death?! Why, god, why?!"

I looked out of the blood-flecked window, watching the rain sprinkle the baby grass that poked up from the blanket of snow…Waiting for some kind of sign, a divine answer…I knew it was a futile cause, but…It maddened me.

It never came, and never will.

Never.

"I don't need you god…" I whispered. I could hear my pathetic voice cracking. "Did you hear me, " I murmured, though I sensed my voice growing louder. "I DON'T NEED YOU!!!! You let my beloved Eliza die! You let her die!! Don't you care?! Obviously you aren't! Because if you were, w-why don't you bring her back right now?!??!" I started trembling, and felt the strength being sapped from my body…I was pulled to the ground again, and I could not-or would not- get up. There was no reason. No reason to get up, no reason to live, and no reason for God.

I screamed into the midnight, clutching Eliza's body close to my own, as if trying to breath life into her.

But she was already dead. And so was I.

End of Chapter One

A/N: Poor Faust…Sorrow just seems to follow him, does it not? Please review, and I will get Chapter Two up as soon as I can…This is really just a retelling of how Faust learned necromancy, and how he feels…But I've added some things, and I think since it is in his POV, people might know him a bit better. He's not crazy, just crazy for his beloved…And I think it's sweet, so there! See you, unyah!