Morphine

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the beginning. I am making this up as I go along, so enjoy the ride.

Did you know: Stuart means ruler of people in German… I am kidding, about the 'Did you know' thing.

I just noticed something weird in chapter one and two, I put Faust in a hot spring, right? Where did it come from, how'd it get there? Is there even a hot spring in Patch Village in the anime? Oops…

The song is "On My Own, Here We Go," by Green Day. I thought it fit with Faust's personality a lot.

Chapter Two: The Blond Haired, Blue Eyed Devil Part One

(Third Person POV)

It has been said that heat can do strange things to the mind. And right now, that saying was being proved in the mind of Johann Faust the VIII. A comfortable heat was all that was needed to relax one's mind… Stray thoughts and memories could twist the perception of reality.

(Faust's POV, Morphine)

(I am having trouble trying to sleep,

I am counting sheep, but running out.

As time ticks by,

And still I try.)

Insomnia is a horrible thing for most normal people. It is simply a state of unrest when all one wants to do is sleep. But I was hardly what one would call normal, at least from a Geiring, Eastern Germany citizen's point of view.

(No rest for cross tops in my mind…)

Even when normal every day things occurred to me, there would always be a twist to make it especially abnormal. In deed, the insomnia that afflicted me tonight was no normal insomnia…

The insomnia as it were, was caused by…the death of my precious wife, Elizabeth Faust. It had happened two days ago, in the small clinic we had opened up last year. Someone…some monster had broken in. And Eliza was there…a struggle and a shot. That's all I heard…

When I ran in, I was greeted by the sight my dear Eliza. On the floor, covered in thick, dark crimson blood flowing from the gaping wound in her head… I stood there in shock for what felt like an eternity, staring at the room. I blindly charged the thief, not caring for my own safety…

(On my own, here we go.)

At first, I could never figure out why of all places, a thief would break into a clinic? Especially a small one like this. Drugs maybe…but there were very few the clinic owned of any real value. Just morphine…and it wasn't even gone!

(My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed,

Dried up and bulging out my skull.

My mouth is dry,

My face is numb.)

'What the Hell was all of that for! Revenge? A warning? Why… Why did Eliza have to die? Why couldn't it have been me!' I thought as my eyes fell on the dead woman before me. 'Eliza, you were the only one to ever talk to me. You and father always made me feel as if I were truly loved in this world. But why this? Why now?'

(Fucked up and spun out in my room…)

'…Was I being punished for the misdeeds of the original Johann Faust? Yes, my father had told me that story, and until now I had refused to believe it. I was being punished because of him, because I looked like him! Because I am his descendent, his blood, his legacy!'

I blinked away the thought angrily, but I was still unable to deny it. I snapped my attention to the sharp pain in my back, I absently touched wound. It was nothing compared to the pain of loss… Nothing could stop that pain.

(My mind is set on overdrive,

The clock is laughing in my face,

A crooked spine,

My sense is dulled…)

Well, almost nothing… I love morphine. There was nothing quite like it in the world. One shot and everything- pain, worries, feelings- is gone. Only a sense of relief and chemical induced happiness, accompanied by a slight feeling of being numb. And without the nasty side affect of novocain…

(Pass the point of delirium…)

I reached in my pocket of my lab coat… It was still covered in the blood, mine and Eliza's. I would never wash it out, I'd keep that coat forever. Before I knew it, my wandering fingertips found the only source of happiness in my life.

(On my own, here we go…)

Morphine…

(My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed,
Dried up and bulging out my skull,
My mouth is dry,
My face is numb,
Fucked up and spun out in my room…

On my own, here we go…)

'It's funny... When I was a small child, I hated needles. But now, I have no problem with them.'

(A/N: I am ending it here for right now. I have the next chapter done…but I feel like it needs more work. Read and review please.)