Devils Cry
Dom-sama
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz characters….just my own original ones (Grau)
Prologue
Farfarello awoke that morning strapped into his straight jacket, hanging from the ceiling. It was still early, only about three a.m. He was having an uncontrollable outburst. He began screaming, and screaming, until his throat was raw. He swung his weight around so that he began swinging in circles.
The door to his cell began to open. Taking a deep, stinging breath, he began screaming again, even louder now that someone was there to here it. Crawford walked into Farfarello's cell, wearing a pair of sweat pants only. He grabbed Farfarello's jacket by the shoulder to stop him from swinging. Farfarello turned his head and bit down on the tender flesh of Crawford's hand. "Damn it, Farfarello!" Crawford yelled, pulling his hand away from the Irishman.
Farfarello smiled a crooked smile, which was even creepier when he was upside down. He began to sway back and forth gently. Taking in another painful, deep breath he opened his mouth to let out another deafening scream. Crawford grimaced and pulled back his fist and threw it into Farfarello's face.
Farfarello, who felt no pain, smiled as he swung back and forth. Each time getting a little further away from the American. Once again, Crawford smashed his fist into the psychopath's face. He repeated this six more times before the Irishman blacked out. Before he did he said, "I want to leave." Crawford paid no heed to the Irishman's words. With the Berserker quieted, he went back to bed himself.