Disclaimer: IdoownthemIdoownthemIdoownthem!- If I'll keep saying that they'll probably believe it and give them to me.´`´` Not? *censored*!! Alright, I _don't_ own them. Better? I only own the idea of this story and some bad grades at school.´`.´`*
Warnings: Current rating of this story +1 for violence. Also, as a little help for all those people who're having problems with names (I´m only having problems with reminding the fitting faces´`´`*) I'll give you a little help. So, here's a little memory aid. The two OC´s are: Jilocasin – a French telepath at about Schu´s level of power and Tannin – psychic powers unknown, has hacked into Schwarz's computer systems. Both are hired snipers, sent after Schwarz. And that's it. Thanks for your attention and now's time for some action!´`´`
What he certainly hadn't plannedChapter 10
"Hurting children hurts god!"
"Shit!!"
Crawford had barely time to dodge Farfarello´s first attack. Snapping out of his shock-induced state, Crawford saw the crazy psycho launch himself at him again. This time he allowed him to tackle him, sending them both to the ground. "Farfarello!! It's me! Crawford!" Useless. The moment they started falling, Crawford jabbed his knee upwards, sending the Irishman flying past him in a wide bow.
/CRASH/
Out of the corner of his eyes Crawford could see a smile appear on Farfarello´s pale lips just before he hit the ground with a loud thud. `Shit! No sense trying to talk to him when he's in that mood!´ Using his gift he'd already seen the albino's next action.
So, instead of waiting for Farfarello to stand up and react to his words or start a new attack, the dark-haired teen turned around and bolted in the opposite direction.
"YIYIYIYIYI!!!"
Crawford cursed under his breath at hearing the Irish's battle yell right behind him. Farfarello seemed to be really excited about this turn of events.
Normally Crawford wouldn't be all too concerned about this. With his knowledge of his opponent's actions and his superior strength, he was normally able to defeat the albino in no time at all. Normally, but not while sticking in the body of a fifteen year old boy!
Though he'd landed a direct hit, Farfarello hadn't even bothered to catch his fall. Once again Bradley Crawford realized how vulnerable he was in this state. Of course he was still well-trained, but that was nothing compared to his old strength.
A slight teen was simply no opponent to a full-grown man, no matter how fit he was.
Crawford's whole fighting skills were based on his strength paired with the use of his gift and his quick reactions to it. With one of these factors down, he'd have to rise the use of the other two up high, if he'd ever want to have a chance in a fight.
Spurred on like that, Crawford heightened his speed once more, setting all of his efforts into getting more distance between him and Farfarello. To his concern he only managed to keep it stable.
´Ofuckofuckofuckofuckofuck!´ Bolting between surprised pedestrians, a vision showed him just in time that the crazy Irishman hadn't lost any of his knife collection. Quickly diving to the side, he barely evaded the dreadful missiles. Realizing that he wouldn't be able to keep this speed up any longer or win this race, Crawford decided for an act of sheer desperation.
Without looking he suddenly made a hook to the right, right onto the street. Evading screeching cars, Crawford crossed it, always having an eye back to see if Farfarello was trying to follow him.
That short momentum was nearly enough to kill him. One moment the street in front of him was empty, the next second a car was speeding at him.
"HEY! CHIBI! WATCH OUT!!"
A coarse hand grabbed him and hauled him out of danger. Staring wide-eyed after the nearly deadly car, Crawford noticed half-heartedly that his rescuer was nobody else than Youji. A wet nuzzle touching his hand indicated that Teddy was also there.
Not taking care of any of them, Crawford searched the other side of the streets for any signs of Farfarello. There weren't any. He wasn't there anymore. Unconsciously he let out his breath. ´That was close.´ Far too close for his liking, though Crawford wasn't sure if he should be really grateful for the psycho's renewed disappearance.
"….kid! Hey! Are you listening? Helloo, earth to Brad!" "Huh?" Crawford blinked in surprise. He'd been too busy with Farfarello to pay any attention to the blonde.
Yohji gave him a beaten look. "Yeah, I know. I like you too." The bewilderment in those amber-brown eyes grew. "Pardon?" Seeing this Yohji chuckled in this lazy manner of his, relaxing from the shock he'd gotten at seeing Brad not only in middle of the street but also direct in front of an oncoming car. "I was just wondering of what you were doing there? An off-beat sort of suicide? Sorry to ya, but being hit from a car while crossing the street isn't that unusual." He sighed. "Honestly, just what the hell where you thinking? Running on the street like that!"
Brad blinked thoughtfully at him. "I ran into Farfarello." "You WHAT?!" Yohji had to take just one look at him to believe him. The boy was still panting and altogether in a disheveled shape. Some parts of his clothes were dirtied as if he'd been knocked to the ground and the way he kept scanning their surroundings with a searching look, and his whole body-speech at all indicated that it hadn't been an all too casual meeting. Brad had definitely been chased.
Finally catching his breath, Brad started to explain. "I was outside with Aya when I thought that I had seen someone I knew and ran after that person. At that I ran into him." The teen hesitated for a moment. "When I noticed that I couldn't get him from my heels, I tried to get over the street, hoping…" He gestured with his hands in a helpless manner, not ending the sentence. "I didn't notice the car."
Yohji nodded dazedly. "I noticed that. You sure it was Berserk? Only one eye, many scars, bright hair..?" Brad nodded "And many knifes. Positively."
Yohji scanned the area quickly before he continued speaking. "I don't see anyone." "I know. But he was not even two meters behind me when I reached the street." Following his example, Brad had also started to look around nervously.
Unnoticed, Yohji took a closer look on Brad. Though he was out of breath and dirtied he was physically totally fine. ´Not even a scratch…That's more luck than a normal mortal could hope for after running into Farfarello…´ Yohji froze for a moment. ´Hey…´ Taking a second look at the boy next to him, green eyes narrowed with suspicion. The expression vanished before Brad could notice it, though.
Giving him a reassuring grin, Yohji slapped him playfully on his back. "Ne, what counts is that you're still alive, doesn't it?" He smiled at him. "By the way, you're really lucky that I had Teddy with me. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have noticed you in time. You're really lucky that she likes you so much."
He laughed at the sight of the dog that was now desperately trying to get Brad's attention. "Whoa! Hey." Teddy had kept burying her nuzzle into Brads open palm and leaning against him like a cat would. Unfortunately she was quite a big dog and no small cat, and so she'd nearly managed to shove the slim boy on the street again. Catching Brad again, the tall playboy laughed. "She really likes you. I'd wish that my dates would also be so passionate."
Brad directed a 'that's-not-funny-at-all' glare at him, when suddenly somebody shouted.
"Brad!"
Turning, they saw a worried looking redhead running to them. "Aya!" Yohji immediately noticed the worried, no, nearly scared look on the other's face. Seeing them, it changed places with a half relieved- and a half-angry one. Aya himself wasn't sure why he was angry that Brad was with Yohji instead of being happy that he wasn't hurt.
Reaching them he immediately placed a hand on Brad's shoulder, the same time examining the boy quickly for any visible injuries. Finding none he breathed out in relief. He wasn't certainly sure, but he'd thought he saw Farfarello for an inch of a moment while he was frantically searching for Brad.
Yohji watched the redhead's actions with mild surprise. ´Since when's Aya that sociable?´ He'd touched the teen without hesitation. Where was the touch-me-and-I'll-bite-your-hand-off icicle of their leader? A sly grin appeared on his lips. Brad was definitely someone out of the ordinary.
"Really sorry to interfere your happy reunion Aya, but the chibi here's saying that he was chased by Berserk." Aya´s face grew immediately cold at that. ´So I was right after all.´ Giving their surroundings a quick glance, he asked, "Yohji, where were you going? You were supposed to be with the others. And you also still have work in the shop to do." The other man flinched at that. ´Shit! He's noticed.´ Giving the redhead a charming smile, he answered "I was. But then Teddy's owner called and said that she's already back, asking if I could bring her back to her and so I'm here, right in time to prevent Brad from getting under some cars wheels." He gave Aya a confident look, hoping that he wouldn't probe any further.
"Under some car wheels?" Aya rose a fine eyebrow at that. Shooting Brad an inquiring look he decided that Farfarello was right now the more important matter at hand. The other members of Schwarz never let the psychopath for too long out of their eyes.
Declaring that topic with a ´hn´ for ended, he turned his famous glare at Yohji. "You're bringing Brad out of danger, I'll take care of Berserk."
"Yes, sir! Come on you two." Yohji grinned, saluting in a mock manner, though his grin had a forced tone in it. Taking both, dog and kid with him, he left in a quick pace.
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A single golden eye watched Balinese's retreat, noting that he was taking Crawford with him.
Oh, of course Farf had recognized him. But the hunt had been just too funny to stop it just ´cause the one he was hunting was his superior. Hunting a prey that was even fighting back properly was really funny, though not as funny as playing with the Weiß kitten.
Chuckling lowly the Irishman wondered if Weiß knew whom they were helping right now. ´Probably not.´ If they'd know they'd treat Crawford differently.
Deciding to keep an eye on them, Farfarello melted into the shadows again.
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/Peep….Peep….Pee-Click/
"Sammy, ma-"
The man paused, clapped his hand over the phone and held the little device as far away from him as possible. " …huit….neuf….dix."
Taking a deep breath and hoping that the female on the other side of the line had calmed down by now, he help the phone to his ear again.
/…SO LISTEN, YOU LITTLE RUNT! IF-/
He quickly held it away again.
After waiting for another couple of minutes, he dared a new try.
/SAMANTHA TANNIN!!/
/…Jilocasin?/
Relaxing a bit the man held the phone the right way again. Calling this woman was getting perilous lately.
/Oui. Calmed down, ma chere?/
A light chuckle was heard on the other side of the connection.
/Now, yes. God, Jil I'm that happy that it's you who's calling./
The French telepath frowned.
/Is le Schwarz still at it?/
Tannin laughed openly. /Still at it? The phone's practically always ringing. God knows I've tried everything. I've even changed my number for the fourth time. And that within a week! Jil, please be nice and tell me that he has finally arrived. Waiting´s so boring./
A chuckle. /Ah, don't your new friend's steady calls entertain you enough?/ Tannin snorted at that question. /I still don't see why we had to wait for him. I already know where he hides./
/Well, the better for us. Now we can finish this off quickly and go back on vacation./
Tannin laughed again. /Oh no, my French friend. You already had your fun, now's my turn. -And I want to make this slow./
Jilocasin sighed. ´Women…´
/Come on Jil. You had to bring the whole team with you and I waited. You owe me one./
/…As you wish. Make it as you wish, ma chere. I wont interfere./
In her pent suite Tannin grinned. /Very well then. I'll call you and tell you how it went later. Bye darling./
And with that she ended the connection. Tossing her mobile phone carelessly at the couch she stood up, a cruel smile playing around her lips.
"So Bradley Crawford from Schwarz. Time to play."
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"Wow."
Yohji stared in perplex fascination as Brad practiced the art of fast food in front of his eyes.
Instead of returning to the Koneko right after their parting with Aya, he'd led them to a totally different route, first stopping by at Teddy's owner (female, hot curves, e.g.,…´`´`*) and then stopping at some fast-food restaurant for lunch. As thoughtless as this seemed, it still wasn't. Yohji disliked the idea of leading Farfarello directly to their home as much as Aya, and besides he wanted to speak with the American alone.
Finishing the last bits of his meal, Brad gave him a questioning look. "What?" Grinning, Yohji waved his hand. "Nothing. Just that I know now why it's called ´fast´-food." Brad looked from the polished plate to the grinning blonde. "I haven't eaten anything since yesterday evening. I'm hungry."
Yohji laughed. "Of course, chibi. Didn't mean to criticize you." Giving him a ´look´ Brad sighed. "And?" Yohji blinked innocently. "And what?" Brad scowled at him. "You know perfectly well what. Why did you bring me here instead to the shop? You wanted to speak about something with me, right?"
Still smiling Yohji nodded grinning. "Exactly. To make up for my disgrace yesterday, I've decided to find out something about our dear unknown beauty." Crawford nodded sternly, signalizing the taller man to continue. Giving him a lazy smile, Yohji went on. "Sooo…it was actually pretty easy. One just has to know whom to ask."
"Her name is Sammy Tannin, early twenties, a gaijin though I couldn't find out from exactly where she is. She seems to have a special liking for first -class hotels and luxury in general. Noticeable is also that she has changed hotels about every second day since her stay in Japan." Yohji paused for a breath. "She showed up first time for about a week ago, goes never two times to the same club and wears always long-sleeved clothes. From her appearance we're looking for a tall woman, approx 5,9 foot, with blond hair at shoulder-length and blue eyes."
Giving Crawford a grin, the blonde asked "Also want to know her sizes? I could tell you from her favorite drink till her preferences in men." Crawford blinked impressed. "And you really found all that out in such a short time?" Yohji laughed again. "I told you. You just have to know whom to ask. Anything that's sounding familiar to you?" Crawford shook his head. "Sadly no."
Yohji shrugged nonchalantly. "Never mind. I just figured that it was worth the try." He paused and considered the boy's reaction. He'd kept an eye on Brad the whole time he was telling and was sure now. ´Then let's see if my track was right.´ Presenting Brad his best charming smile, he asked "Hey Brad. Care to explain something to me?" The dark-haired teen looked up from where he'd been busying himself with his drink. "Sure. What do you want to know?" Yohji´s smile got a sly edge.
"How did you know that Berserk's real name's Farfarello?"
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Aya cursed. He'd been searching the whole street for Farfarello and had found nothing more than some tracks of a brawl and some tracks of the use of knifes.
For Abyssinian it was more than enough evidence that Brad was telling the truth. Farfarello had been here.
But he wasn't anymore.
Worried for the teen's safety Aya had rushed back to the shop just to find out that neither Brad nor Yohji had arrived there.
Seething with anger he'd dropped the surprised Omi a brief explanation (about two short sentences), before rushing off again to search them.
´Yohji no baka! He probably went to that stupid woman! He knows just exactly well how dangerous Farfarello can be!! Endangering Brad like that!´ He growled slightly, increasing his speed.
Doing something like that seemed just exactly like something for the careless playboy to do. Farfarello was strong -or rather insane- enough to take it up with two of them at the same time. If they'd ran into him…Aya didn't want to imagine which sort of consequences that could possibly lead to.
Speeding down the street the redhead tried frantically to remember that woman's address.
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Brad's amber-brown eyes widened in shock at that question.
Yohji´s grin widened. `Knew it! Got you, chibi.´
Crawford stared disbelieving at the grinning playboy. Damn! Did he really make such a stupid mistake?! He'd successfully managed to fool Weiß the whole time without raising any suspicions and such a foolish slip of tongue broke his neck now? Crawford nearly laughed out loudly at that. God, he'd even practically told Aya about his true identity and nothing had happened! And now Yohji caught him due to Farfarello.
Managing his calm Crawford answered Yohji´s stare with an even one. He'd nothing to lose after all.
Flashing him a grin that reminded Crawford of Schuldig´s, the lanky blonde drawled.
"Well?"
But before Crawford had any time to form a fitting retort his opposite suddenly blanched. The reason seemed to be somewhere behind Crawford. "O shit!" The now as-pale-as-a-sheet Yohji quickly dove under the desk.
Crawford rose an eyebrow at such a silly action. Curious of what had triggered it, he turned around to see a redhead woman, clad in red, advance them.
Crawford frowned at her. Her red hair was curled and about shoulder-length, the clothes all business like and her green eyes held a firm expression in them. It remembered a bit on Aya´s Shi-ne! glare. The frown deepened. ´I'm sure that I have seen her before. But where?´ He looked again at her. Then he remembered. Wasn't she one of Kritiker's agents who always brought those missions to Weiß?
The woman had reached their table by now. Bending down, she purred "Hello Yohji." The purr held a velvet edge in it, promising major problems if the culprit wouldn't do as wished.
Yohji sweatdropped. Quickly returning to his seat, he put a charming smile on his lips. "Manx, darling, is that really you? And I thought that some super model had lost her way to the catwalk." Manx didn't even react at that lame try.
"The others were searching for you after you didn't return. Omi called me." And, directing her attention at Brad, "Is that the boy?" Yohji nodded smiling. "Yep, that's Brad."
Manx looked the slight teen in front of her up and down, before smiling and shaking his hand. "Hello Brad. I am Manx." And directed to Yohji, she added "You were right. He really resembles him a lot."
´… This is getting old.´
Crawford was examining the shop when suddenly something caught his eye. ´That woman-´ "Brad…?" Yohji had stopped from whatever conversation he´d been deepened in with Manx and was now giving him an inquisitive look. Manx also noticed. "What´s so interesting over there?" Brad frowned, not letting the female out of sight for a second. "That woman there… Isn't that a gun she's holding?"
"What?"
The same moment Yohji asked, a shot rang. For a second everyone stared mortified at the corpse of a former security men. The woman who'd shot cleaned her gun casually. "So much to everybody who's trying to get my gun." Her velvet purr was drowned out by the screams of the fleeing people.
Carelessly she snagged a young girl out of the panicked crowd and pressed the gun at her head. Staring directly at the only still seated people, she grinned.
"Hi there. Weiß, right?"
Yohji nodded grimly. They waited until all people were out of the restaurant before they stood up. The woman smiled sweetly. "Ah, good. I wasn't sure and didn't want to approach you in front of all those people…" "…so you simply killed him." She blinked surprised. "Of course. How else would I've gotten all those annoying people away that fast?"
Dragging the whimpering girl with her she took a seat.
"Finally some space for oneself. Less crowded it's so much more comfortable, don't you think so Bradley?"
Gritting his teeth Yohji placed himself quickly protectively in front of Crawford. "Leave Brad out of it!" The woman chuckled. "My, my, my. And that when he's the whole reason why I´m here." Her smile grew malicious. "No."
Suddenly the sound of a released safety catch was heard. Aiming her own gun firmly at the woman's head, Manx ordered "Alright, let the girl go. Now."
The woman chuckled again. "No." Yohji growled. "She hasn't done anything. If you want us, try your luck. But harm her or Brad and I swear I'll kill you!"
The woman laughed openly at him. "How cute! A knight in shining amour, protecting the helpless. Hahaha! And the dutiful secretary, loyal even over death. Ahahaha hahaha! Where did you get them from Braddy, they're really good!" She smirked. "And there I was thinking that your other team was a strange one!"
Crawford growled from where he was behind Yohji. He didn't like her reaction at all. ´She's up to something.´ Stepping back from Yohji, he examined her for the first time. She was tall, definitely no Asian, and wore a long-sleeved midnight blue velvet top accordingly with a matching black lip-skirt. Her shoulder-length platinum blond hair was made up into a ponytail and her cold grayish blue-green eyes shone in a way Crawford immediately recognized as a killer's.
She smiled charmingly at the tall blonde. "You're Yohji, right? We met at the shop. Though I really don't know who you are, my dear. Birman or Manx?"
Yohji just glared at her. "The girl, woman." Acting totally unfazed, she shrugged her shoulder and turned to Crawford. "Not very polite friends you have there. But at least I´m sure with you, Mister big C."
She chuckled. "Do they know?" Crawford shook his head. That made her laugh even more. "Ahahaha. That's good! That's really good!" Calming down a bit, she added "But where are my manners? I haven't introduced myself yet. With your permission, Sammy Tannin."
Pouting at their lack of reaction, Tannin asked. "Not even one of you surprised? What a pity. And there I wanted to make a big entrance. Was a complete flop, huh?"
She sighed.
Directing a perilous stare at Brad she smirked again. "Not a talkative one, are we?" A move of her gun made the girl renew whimpering. "Or are you just afraid to speak in front of witnesses?" A brutal jerk on her hair silenced the girl abruptly. By now Yohji had a hard time holding onto himself to not simply charge at her. Just the knowledge that the girl would then be killed for sure was still holding him back. Tannin laughed coldly. "Wouldn't have expected you to be that shy." She smirked again, now openly showing her malicious nature. "More the sort of the cold, calculating, treacherous bastard."
Taking note of the seething Yohji and the not less angry, but much more controlled Manx, a feral grin spread over her face. Giggling she noted. "Oww, now I made the little kittens angry." Standing up she jerked her helpless victim with her. Turning her attention at Youji, she asked, still with that predatory gleam in her eyes.
"So you want me to release her?"
The blonde nodded before Manx could warn him. Tannin's smile widened.
"As you wish."
She released her hold on the girl and shot the panicked female in the back. "Now we can speak openly." Crawford looked at the bloody mess. ´That was that. So much to be expected.´ Silently he watched as the attacking Yohji was thrown back and slammed against the opposite wall by an invisible force before he was even able to unwrap his wire properly. Manx hadn't any more luck. The bullets she'd fired were swarming around the blonde woman like a swarm of angry killer bees. Then, like a charging swarm, they changed their direction and raced back at Manx.
Though she reacted fast, the curly redhead didn't manage to evade all of them. Getting hit squarely into her stomach she got hurled back, crashing into some tables. A quick telekinetic jerk finally rendered her unconscious. Yohji hadn't stood up from where he'd landed.
Brushing a lock of platinum blond hair back, Tannin smirked.
"Foolish."
Finally turning to the unmoved boy, her smirk widened. "And now to you, Mister Crawford." An unseen force swept Crawford from his feet and slammed him against the wall, holding him there. The dark-haired leader of Schwarz winced shortly at the pain from the impact, but otherwise remained stoic.
Tannin rose a fine trimmed eyebrow. "Hm? Not impressed at all? And there I was working so hard to prevent you from meeting up with the rest of Schwarz. I even lured that German telepath of yours all the way to Germany." The caught precog just directed a cold glare at her.
At the lack of reaction Tannin's smirk faded into a look of disappointment. Stepping up to him, she traced her fingers over his chin line. Leaning closer, she purred "Come on, that was a good job I've done, wasn't it?"
Crawford didn't deign her an answer. Her expression changed into one of barely repressed anger. "Hmpf. You're really less fun as said." She shook her head with a sigh. "What else could one expect from a seer?"
Crawford simply stared right through her, not giving any hint of acknowledging her presence. That rose her anger even more. Keeping to himself that he'd already had the ´joy´ of meeting Farfarello again, Crawford decided to play along. "Alright, if it's making you happy. What have you done to them?" Not catching the sarcastic tone in his voice, Tannin started chuckling again. Forcing him to look right into her eyes, she smirked. "Worried about your team-mates health? You don't have to. Nothing compared to what we're gonna do to you."
Crawford blinked surprised. Finally he realized what was disturbing him that much of her from the first moment on. That oh so scary sniper was-
"You're-"
A brutal slap cut him off. Tannin's grey-blue eyes were now blazing with anger. "How dare you, you lousy little freak!?" Her hiss got emphasized with an even more brutal backhand, which made Crawford's head ring.
Stepping back, the pale blond woman produced a loaded syringe from on of her pockets. Gritting her teeth's, she smirked again while readying it. This time it was much more uglier. "You're really a bad little oracle. But I have ways to deal with that, don't worry. I've already broken far more stubborn persons than a simple future teller who just happened along."
Immobilizing the boy with a force that made his bones ache, she pushed his sleeve up and injected him the full dose. Then she released her telekinetic grip on him, satisfied, watching him fall to the ground. However, before she came to do anything else a, wire was draped around her neck, snatching her forcefully back and away from the fragile teen.
Gagging she directed a death glare at the blonde behind her. "You!! You were supposed to stay down for at least another two hours!" Tightening his grip, Yohji snorted. "Sorry for ruining your little plans. Tell me what you've given him! Now!" With each sentence the blonde tightened the wire-loop more, making the caught woman choke.
Through her constricted position the telekinetic managed a hooked smirk. "Done*choke*? *cough, cough* Just gave him some tranquilizers. *gasp* Can't have him trashing around, can we?"
Growling Yohji tugged hardly. Though Tannin was already starting to turn blue, she still remained smirking. Directing her question at Crawford, she leered "O poor one! Having problems with staying at your feet, Crawford-darling?" Evidently he was. Having to lean heavily against the wall, the precognitive answered her grin. "Comes from having to listen to your senseless ramblings that long."
Tannin blinked in surprise and burst then out laughing. "Really good! You're having courage lil´one. I like that. So I´m boring you? Then I guess it's time to end this match." And with that Yohji´s wire around her throat snapped in two.
Turning to the shocked playboy, she said lightly "Sorry, but you lost." Jade green eyes widened as Yohji felt himself swept from his feet by an invisible force.
´Crawford?!´
Hitting the wall, his consciousness faded into blackness.
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Regarding the fallen blonde with a remorseful look, the blonde telekinetic sighed. "Pity ´bout him. He was quite entertaining."
She flashed a grin at Crawford, who'd fallen to his knees by now. Raising an eyebrow, she remarked "You're putting up a good fight against those drugs." A pause. "I´m impressed."
Finally losing against the upcoming daze in his head, Crawford dropped to the ground.
"But you lost the game none the less."
She grinned. "How's it said? Rien ne va plus."
"Oi! Curly head!!" She shook the passed out redhead woman awake. "Since I've won this match I'll take the boy with me." A mobile phone landed clattering in front of the hurt woman. "Call the rest of Weiß if you're wanting a return match." Giving Manx a last smug smile, she turned to leave the former shop (and now devastated battlefield).
"So then…I'll be waiting for you."
With her last strength Manx took the phone and started dialing the number.
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From the other side of the street Farfarello had watched the whole event. The woman had killed an innocent, which was good ´cause it hurt god, but now she was taking child-Brad, as Farf had titled him, with her.
Unsure of what to do, Farfarello decided on keeping his one eye on them.
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End chapter 10
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