Morphine
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the last chapter… Moving on…
Chapter Four: The Blond Haired Blue Eyed Devil Part 2
(Faust's POV)
"Twelve more hours…" I growled through my grit teeth.
It sucked to have insomnia, it either caused you to wander or become obsessed with your damn thoughts. It certainly never made you look good in the morning either, and was also boring as Hell.
I rolled over to my left and faced the window, barely noticing the fact that the northern sky was ablaze with a fiery red color. It didn't take a genius to figure out that something was going on there. And to go investigate might be a little less than wise… But what the Hell, I am Johann Faust the VIII. If high school didn't kill me, nothing else could.
(Lyserg's POV)
"Life is governed by the simple premise that it is unfair. It is unfair that because one is powerful, others will fear and distrust him or her." I whispered to myself as I stared at Hao in an utter rage. "It is also unfair that the weak and the strong will often prey on each other in futile attempts to quell the other in to nothingness. And equally unfair is the fact that many innocents will be caught and tangled up and the chaos of this contest."
At least, that's what I, Lyserg Diethyl, believed. 'But you had to take life in stride, you couldn't just give up and stop living. What would be the point in that? That's why he had to take responsibility; no matter what it was for, what the consequence.'
It was unfair (and unfortunate) that I had come across Hao. Unfair for me to fight possibly the strongest shaman ever. And unfair for me to die by his hands, without even taking revenge for my father.
But the single most unfair thing there is to this…end… was the fact that I knew. I knew that I wasn't the only person in this fight that had lost something precious. Everyone had lost something precious and sought to regain it. But I couldn't figure out, why on Earth did Hao kill my parents, when Hao knew the pain of what it was like to watch his own mother die?
But then again, he's just a reincarnation. A simple slip of what he used to be. I can't expect him to have the memories of the original Hao. I stared in daze at Hao, to him, it seemed anticlimactic to die by his hands. But he had to take responsibility, it was he who initiated the fight with Hao. It was he who lost and so now…
"Any last words…?" Questioned Hao casually, as if he were commenting on the weather.
"Damn, I hate you…" We said in unison.
I growled at him and he glowered at me, and we stared each other down.
"Heh." He uttered quietly, before he started laughing at me. "You shouldn't be in such a rush to die."
"What! Morphine!" I cried preparing to attack Hao again, but he was too fast, disappearing in a wake of fire. "Damn you, Hao!"
I turned away, disappointed. If I had been stronger, if Morphine had been stronger… I sighed, "I just want this damn thing to over with already! Is that too much to ask?"
(The Diagnosis of Elizabeth Falke)
"…There's nothing that can be done! That's not true, it can't be!" Screeched Gerren Falke in anger to Stuart.
The older man with graying dark hair could only turn his head away from the livid father of Elizabeth Falke. Stuart could only imagine the horror of watching your child, your own flesh and blood, die a slow painful death. It would drive insane to see Johann in that state.
The sound of a grown man crying roused Stuart from his frightening thoughts. He turned to give a wide eyed stare at the man, feeling a wave of pity overcome him. Ignoring doctor-patient protocol, Stuart lurched towards the man and put a comforting hand on his back.
"You wouldn't understand…" Gerren whispered sorrowfully.
"I can only imagine…"
"And that's exactly why… I can't stand being alone. I miss my wife and mother." He admitted slowly.
"I'll do whatever I can."
"Thank you, doctor." Responded a grateful and relieved Gerren. "She's the only thing I have and I am the only thing she has. If we were to lose each other…"
He turned away from a befuddled Stuart to return to his daughter's side. Stuart turned away from the heartbreaking, yet warm reunion of father and daughter. He suddenly found himself locking eyes with his son.
"Johann?"
His son merely cocked his head in response and looked away.
"You want to help, don't you? It's understandable, she is your friend after all." Stuart announced knowingly.
"Can I?" He asked hopefully.
"…When you're older. Slowly, but surely, the disease is killing her. But she still has time! She still has time…" Stuart replied.
"Then I'll wait! I promise I'll do anything to help her. I've got to, she was the only person to talk to me!" He vowed.
"Right. We'll stick together until a cure has been found! A boy and his father…" Stuart said sweeping the small boy into his arms and lifting him onto his shoulders.
(Faust's POV)
"Possibly…" I said looking up at the sky in a daze.
When my father and I were trying to cure Eliza, we'd asked ourselves that many times. I returned my eyes back to the green haired boy and watched as he picked himself slowly. A small sprite, his I presume, tried to help him, but he stubbornly persisted alone.
Eliza, that's kind of the way we were when we were young. I'd have a situation and you'd come up and try to help… But then, almost in tears, I'd declare, "I will do this on my own! I don't need anyone's help or sympathy."
If I had carried on like that, would I have cured Eliza? Would we have made it this far with just myself to depend on? No, I couldn't have made it, not alone. There were too many things at odds with me, but father… I always had his support and Eliza. Even if I was the devil incarnated.
A/N: Hope you liked this latest offering. The next chapter may be the last chapter. I don't know. Anyway, um, please review.