A Darkened Whisper
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!
Disclaimer: I STILL do not own Shaman King, I do not own any anime that I know of, and I don't think I even own my soul…Wait. Yes, I think I do…Hmm…counts on fingers I don't know, I think I shall get back to that later…
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Thank You sakuuya! Thank you KagenoKatana!
sakuuya, I am so happy that you read my first fic, I will read yours as well, unless I already have! I didn't know there were such nice people on ! I'll keep updating for you, ok? Arigato Gozaimass!!!!
KagenoKatana, I'm happy you liked it! There does need to be more Faust Fics here, and I shall start a crusade!! I have about three more Faust fics already that I shall post, after this is done, okay? So keep checking! I'm glad that you can speak German like me, have you ever been there? I was born there, but my father wanted to stay, but my mom took me, and here I am! I'm 100 German and proud of it! Can you speak Japanese as well? I can! OMG, you're cool!
PS: If you flame, authoress Neko-Neko Faust VIIII shall laugh, okay? I shall now continue the saga of dear Faustus VIIII!
Chapter Eight: The Blood That Shines Crimson In My Madness
The rain pelted the cold, wet, unforgiving cement as I trudged up the doorstep of the man—wait, no, he is not a man—the vile creature's home. I was mindful of not tousling Eliza around in my coat, she was frail, and easily damaged, and if she were to be hurt, or even scratched, I fear it could nearly drive me to suicide.
I rang the doorbell, and after having rang the bell a few more times, a rather short, stout, rude-looking man shuffled out. It was him.
He looked at me with merry eyes. I scowled at him in furious ire, the desire to brutally murder him mounting in my muddled soul…
Of course I knew it was him, I had seen him in pictures in the newspaper my mother-in-law had sent me during one of my long periods of seclusion before I learned of Necromancy…I had never had the heart to go visit him in prison, and I would not have been content with his living, even if he did stay there for life, I wanted him dead. For good.
And there I thought he would stay, but here he was, out on some legal loophole, and got out after just six measely years! Six! The damned bastard got out on parole after just six years of punishment for killing someone, and not just a "someone" my dearest Eliza! This time punishment would be final, and I had to take things into my own hands.
"A-are you the man…" I stuttered, almost without control of my speech for the strength of my rage towards him. "A-are you the man who killed E-Eliza?"
He nodded in mocking glee, "Yeah, that wench I killed? Heh, she's probably limp by now if you were wondering when the funeral was…Thinkin' about it, that must have been at least six or seven years ago…" I winced at him angrily at hearing her be adressed as "wench," but calmed myself, only a bit longer…
"Don't you think I know how many damn years it has been…Do you really…think that?"
Had I remained with my cautious mind of the days before her untimely death, I would have probably kept my mouth closed for fear that he would call the authorities. However, now I had nothing to gain, nothing to lose, and nothing to do except kill him in the most violent, bloody way I could think of.
"SHE WAS MY WIFE!!! MY WIFE, YOU DAMN BASTARD! YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED HER!!!! I'LL KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed ruthlessly, going for his throat.
I had decided not to make use of the skeletons for his death, but merely for cleaning up after all was said and done. I wanted to kill him with my own hands. To be soaked in his own blood and dance and laugh and sing. To kill him, to cause him the most excruciating pain anyone could ever experience…To show him how much pain he had caused Eliza…how much pain he had caused me.
It was a glorious free-for-all.
I heard him give a horrible shriek as I lunged at him, scalpel in hand. I tore at his eyes with the gleaming metal weapon, his throat, his face…It all metamorphosed into a terrible, grotesque, twisted, bloody stump.
And while his shining crimson blood poured onto me, I laughed. A laugh that made the dogs howl. It was all so funny, so very funny and wonderful.
The smell of his blood only enticed me to do more.
The blood flew, his screams growing louder and all the more sadistically comical to me by the moment.
Nothing could get to me in that time, until Eliza crept feebly out of my coat.
I did not know I had engaged in oversoul, and apparently the raw emotion had released itself into furyoku and into Eliza's body without my knowing. It pained me to hear what my beloved said next.
"Johann…please stop…that's enough, please stop…That's enough, now…" she whispered to me in a melting voice, and climbed back into her safe haven.
I froze. Eliza, the one whom he had murdered, was telling me, who was giving her revenge to him, to stop?! She didn't want to see me like this…did she? …I did not want to see myself as I was, covered in the cold blood of a murderer, either.
I released the man-or at least, what was left of him-from my hold. His remains were unrecognizeable, and looked nothing like a human being…I smiled.
I was proud of my accursed work, but Eliza, clearly, was not.
End of Chapter Eight
A/N: So, did you enjoy this chapter as well? Thank you very much if you did, and if you didn't, forgive me, de gozaru yo. I
know dearest Johann FaustusVIII got a trifle vicious, but in the next chapter, it is the end, and he and Eliza have a very gentle talk as opposed to the violent nature of this chapter…I was being rather morbid, and thinking about raising the rating, but then decided not to, as I don't think Faust could be evil. Because he isn't, he is only a madman in the sense of Eliza, so please don't go thinking he is crazy. Next up! The Last and 9th Chapter, the Grand Finale! I shall finish it today! Please review, de gozaru!
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Neko-Neko Faust VIII