Kidnapped: What are you planning?!
I don't own Schwarz or Weib. I'd be a very happy girl if I did! I'd take good care of them too! I'd feed them, and water them, and play with them every night… I mean day…I mean…never mind.
She was in her new room. It was the same room she had woken up in three days earlier.
She could hear the four strange young men moving around the apartment. The girl closed her eyes. It was just so odd, days before she had lived alone , now she had four roommates. 72 hours ago she had been completely independent , now she was like a prisoner with privileges.
Once Sam had gotten back inside the guys home, Brad had given her some news that had lead her to throw a coffee mug at his head (which had unfortunately missed.)
All her money had been transferred from her bank accounts into a different one which she could only get into through Brad. All the money she earned as an Schwarz member would be put towards her part of the rent and into that bank account. She didn't have a penny to her name. Brad had managed to make her completely reliant on him in one afternoon. Besides that, she wasn't allowed to leave the apartment building unless one of the three sane members of Schwarz was with her. Of coarse, Brad had assured her that all this was only temporary. Once they could trust that she wouldn't try to disappear, she would get her freedom and money back. But Sam wasn't sure when exactly that day would be. Most likely not for at least a year, considering how much faith Brad seemed to have in her.
She had figured out pretty quickly that Brad was the leader behind this group. Everything had to go through the clairvoyant before anything major could happen. He did all the planning and also seemed to do a lot of the more domestic work, like paying bills, scheduling, and such other things. Schuldig seemed to be a sort of second in command, he seemed to be the only one who could cross Brad and not get in humongous trouble for it. He also seemed to know what was going on, what Brad was planning. Probably because he was a telepath and could read it right out of Brad, but she had a feeling that Brad sort of allowed him to know. There was some sort of unspoken understanding between those two. After Schuldig came Nagi in the spectrum of power. He seemed to be like a information officer , after only a couple of days she noticed that he didn't do much field work, it was mostly just figuring and finding of information. He also seemed to like to keep to himself .
Lastly came Farfarello. He did a lot of the muscle work and was normally even more withdrawn from the group then Nagi . She had an idea that he had probably been the one restraining her while she was being kidnapped.
Sam turned over and lay more on her side. She had been in this room for three days now. All her stuff had been put away and arranged , and now she just lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. The only times she had come out of her room was for use of the rest room or to get something to eat. The only reason she knew what she knew about the four guys was because of the fleeting glimpse she got of them when moving about the house.
None of the guys had bothered her during those three days , they obviously didn't expect her to participate in whatever the hell it was they spent their time doing when they left in the middle of the night . Why they had been so interested in kidnapping her, she had no idea.___________________________________________________________________________
Brad rubbed the bridge of his nose and looked down at the paperwork in front of him. He was tired, he'd been working all day . But this needed to get done.
Skimming over the figures , Brad wrote down a number then suddenly looked up at the door .
"Come in." He said, his voice monotone. The door opened a second later and Schuldig walked in. Brad stared at him for a second then looked down at his work.
"What?" He asked the redhead in an annoyed tone. Schuldig leaned against the wall and said.
"It's about our newest member."
"What about her?" Brad asked , seemingly unconcerned.
"She's been hiding in her room for the past four days. At this rate, she'll become more of a shut-in then Nagi and Farfarello put together." The telepath said in a cool tone.
"Is her door locked?" Brad asked evenly, rifling through a pile of papers.
"Yeah." Schuldig said .
"Have Nagi unlock it and drag her out then." The clairvoyant said in a tone which suggested it was the most logical thing to do.
Schuldig raised an eyebrow.
" And what, exactly do you suggest I do after I drag her out?"
Brad waved his hand around in the air .
"I don't know, take her somewhere or something. You're the manipulative one. Get her to warm up to you."
"Warm up to me?" Schuldig repeated as if it was an absurd idea.
"What's wrong with that?" Brad asked.
"Well if you haven't noticed, she hates us." Schuldig said calmly.
'Especially you and I ."
Brad shrugged.
"It's your job to change that. You're responsible for her anyways."
"What do you mean responsible? You're putting me in charge of her or something?" Schuldig asked, sounding slightly annoyed .
"Basically, yes." Brad said, his voice reserved.
"I don't have time to deal with her and the others obviously can't do it. "
The redhead was silent for a long moment. Then suddenly said perkily.
"Whatever you say Brad!" He saluted the older man then turned and walked out. Brad looked up in surprise.
"What the hell dose that mean?! Schuldig! What are you planning?!" Brad yelled at the shut door.
"Nothing!" Was heard through the wall.______________________________________
Schuldig walked into the living room and looked at the clock. 7PM , it read. The redhead then looked over at Nagi.
"Hey Nagi." He called .
The boy looked up from his laptop.
"We're going out, go find Farfarello and meet me by Sam's door. "
The 15 year old gave him a questioning look but got up anyways.
Schuldig headed down the hall to Sam's room and knocked on the door.
"What?" Was the reply from within the room.
"We're going out ." He called.
"Good for you, make sure to get hit by a bus or something." Was her bored reply.
"You're coming with us." Schuldig called.
"Id rather not ." Sam responded. By this time Nagi and Farfarello had walked up.
"Your decent right ?" Schuldig asked through the door, eyeing the two puzzled guys next to him. There was a pause .
"Would it stop you if I wasn't ?"She asked.
"No." Schuldig said with a sly smile at the door.
"I'm decent ." Was the reluctant answer.
" Damn." Schuldig said.
He then looked at Nagi.
"Open the door."
Nagi nodded. He then twitched his fingers and the lock clicked . Schuldig pushed the door open and entered the room. Sam lay on her bed, a magazine open on the covers. She looked up as the three guys stepped into the room. A large pink bubble of gum grew from her lips and popped.
"Are you going to come with us willingly or do we have to drag you out?" Schuldig asked, a grin on his face.
"I'm not going with you." She said simply .
"Oh yes you are." The telepath said. He walked over to the bed slowly. Sam eyed him warily , scooting away as he came closer.
"You can't make me." She said.
"Wanna bet?" He said grinning. Using that lightning like speed of his, Schuldig reached out suddenly and caught her arms, yanking her off the bed. Sam yelped as she was pulled onto her feet . Schuldig grinned at her widely .
"Don't worry , this will be fun." The girl glared at him and reclaimed her arms.
"Asshole." She muttered and walked out of the room._____________________________
Schuldig, for some reason, decided to take them to a night club. Sam couldn't figure out why since three members of their party were officially still minors.
The group sat at a table listening to the music for a while in silence. After a while Schuldig disappeared somewhere and left the other three to talk. Which they did very little of until Sam finally blurted.
"I hope you two aren't very found of your red haired friend. I may just have to strangle him." Nagi and Farfarello just stared at her the same way they might stare at a bar stool that had commented on their taste in pants.
Resting her chin on her hand , Sam glanced at the two guys next to her.
"Is it just me, or dose anyone else get an incredible urge to smack that stupid grin off his face?"
A ghost of a smile appeared on Nagi's face .
"All the time." He said in a level tone. Farfarello just nodded in agreement.
They sat for a
while longer in silence. But now the air around them was quite a bit more
comfortable. Nagi finally spoke
up.
"Miss Joan?"
Sam looked at him.
"You can call me Sam." She said. Nagi nodded.
"Sam…what type of power do you have?"
Sam gave him a slightly surprised look.
"Those other guys didn't tell you?"
Nagi shook his head.
"They didn't bother."
"Huh. Well, it's nothing as useful or interesting as telekinesis." She said. Nagi went a little pink at this.
"All I can do is see other people with power. Like what type of power they have and how much." She said in a board tone. Nagi seemed interested by this.
"What is it like when you see a person with power? I mean how dose it register in your mind?" He asked curiously.
Sam looked thoughtful for a moment.
"It's sort of a mixture of seeing and just knowing. I see an amount of color and I get a sort of description of their power."
"Description?" Farfarello spoke up.
Sam was startled slightly to hear the insane man speak, but explained calmly.
"An example might be if I saw a clairvoyant, I might think something like, she can see farther then us. Or if I saw a telepath it might come as, he can hear better then us. For some reason it never comes simply as clairvoyant or telepath." Sam shrugged as she said the last bit.
"Huh." Nagi said . "That's interesting." Sam nodded a little and took a sip of her drink.
Nagi and Sam continued to talk comfortable, Farfarello just listening. Soon an entire hour had gone by and Schuldig was still nowhere to be seen.
"This place is getting on my nerves." Sam finally said, looking at the club around her.
"I'm leaving."
Nagi opened his mouth to protest.
"I don't care if Schuldig told us to stay here. This place is making my head hurt." She said, standing up.
"We're not supposed to let you go anyplace alone." Nagi said sternly.
"Well you two can come with me then." She said simply, putting on her coat.
"What about Schuldig?' The boy asked uncertainly.
"He's a big boy, he doesn't need us around. Besides he can't expect to just say 'sit , stay' and have us obey dose he? If he's going to be a jackass and just leave us in the middle of a club, he can worry about getting his ass whooped by Brad when he shows up at home without us." Sam said, turning towards the exit. Nagi and Farfarello exchanged a look then got up quickly and fallowed.
They left the club and made their way slowly down the sidewalk.
"Where are we going?" Farfarello asked.
"I suppose home considering we have no money.' Sam said.
"Well actually, I have money .' Nagi piped up.
"Well since you're the one with the money what do you want to do?' She asked Nagi.
Nagi took on a thoughtful look.
"Well…I've always wanted to go ice skating." He said after a moment.
"What? You've never been ice skating?" Sam asked, surprise written all over her face.
"Our line of work doesn't give us much time for such things." Nagi admitted, slightly embarrassed.
"Are you really willing to pay for us though?" Sam asked uncertainly. Nagi nodded eagerly.
"Well, let's go then." Sam brightened.________________________________________
The small group found their way to a close by mall and headed for the ice ring.
"Come on Nagi, you'll never learn how if you don't try." The young woman coaxed. Sam stood on the ice facing the boy, her hands planted on her hips. All the while, Nagi sat glued to the entrance of the ice ring. Farfarello stood waiting behind him.
"What if I fall?" Nagi asked.
"Then you land on your butt. It's not that bad." Sam assured.
"Don't be a wuss Nagi ." Farfarello said, jumping up and over the guardrail to land lightly next to Sam.
"I'm not a wuss!" Nagi yelled defensively, standing up. Farfarello just grinned slyly at him. Nagi realized a second later what he had done. His legs immediately began to wobble underneath him. Seeing this, Sam moved forward quickly and grabbed his arms.
"See, that wasn't hard." The girl said encouragingly, guiding the boy slowly away from the guardrail.
"I suppose." The boy said in an unsure tone.
Nagi and Sam made their way slowly across the ice, Sam instructing Nagi as they went. Meanwhile, Farfarello skated around them, every once in a while zooming off across the ice in hocky player style, only to return and skate around the two in a tight circle. This, causing poor Nagi to loose his balance and fall over repeatedly.
"Hey you! Quit it before I come out there and slap you around!" Sam yelled as the young man flew past them. Farfarello let himself glide for a moment then did a small turn and skated quickly back to them. Coming to a quick halt, he grabbed Sam's hands, and pulled her off across the ice.
"Sorry to correct, but I wouldn't feel it even if you could catch me." He said, his voice monotone but his mouth smiling .
"I wasn't being literal." Sam said, trying to keep from falling over.
Nagi sat on the ice a ways away, his eyes large.
"This could be bad." He said quietly and stood up quickly.
"What are we doing exactly?" Sam asked Farfarello as he continued to pull her quickly around the ice.
"Teaching little Naoe how to skate." He answered and gestured behind them. Sure enough, Nagi was skating quickly towards them. His fears forgotten in an effort to keep Farfarello from doing something he'd get in trouble for.
"Oh, I see." Sam said, slightly impressed with both the young men. She turned back to Farfarello.
"Could we stop now ?" She asked, her legs feeling slightly tired out from trying to keep up.
Farfarello pouted mockingly.
"I suppose." He said and began to slow their pace .
Nagi finally caught up to the two as they came to a halt, but unfortunately he didn't know how to stop. Sliding past them, he flailed franticly and landed on his face.
___ "Uh, how about we take a break." Sam said, flinching sympathetically.______________________
Schuldig made his way slowly across the club towards the table he'd left his three pipsqueak teammates . He'd been gone for about three hours, that should be enough time.
He expected that they'd be pissed with him. He expected them to yell at him. He expected them to bug Brad till he decided to find another babysitter for little sammykins. But what he didn't expect, was to find the table void of teammates.
"What! Were the hell did they go!" Schuldig wondered aloud and annoyed.
The redhead scanned the club with jade eyes and sharp mind, but couldn't find them anywhere.
(Shit!) He thought, gulped down the remainder of his drink, and headed for the door.___________
Brad stretched slightly, finally having pulled his nose out of the paperwork strewn about his desk.
Yawning, he looked down at his watch. 11:00, the others still weren't back yet.
(Where is that telepath?! If he knows what's good for him he'll get back here soon!) Brad thought, throwing annoyed looks at his watch, as if it was somehow responsible for his teammates lateness.
After taking a sip of his long cold coffee, the clairvoyant turned back to the work in front of him.
Half an hour had past before Brad finally became conscious of something beyond his work.
Looking up, he stared at his door for a second, then pulled himself out of his chair, heading out the door and down the hall.
Leaning against the wall, he waited.
The door opened suddenly and three people surged through into the hall. Brad did a double check , then asked in a flat tone .
"Where's Schuldig?"
"He was abducted by flesh eating aliens." Sam said coolly as she walked past him. Farfarello fallowing her down the hall towards his "room." Brad ignored her and looked at Nagi.
Nagi shrugged as he walked by.
"He left us in a club for three hours and never came back, so we came back here." The youth said succinctly.
Brad raised an eyebrow at the boys retreating figure. He wasn't sure he was getting the whole truth from the brunet, but decided to let it go._____________________________________________________
Schuldig dug in his pocket , searching in vain for his keys.
"Damn it! Where the hell are they?" The redhead mumbled in a pissed tone.
He hadn't been able to find the others anywhere, it was one in the morning now, and the telepath was thoroughly drunk.
He searched for a moment longer before finally realizing his keys were in his other hand. Cursing, the redhead moved to unlock the door.
Now Schuldig's reflexes were pretty quick, but being drunk tended to slow him down. So when the front door was wrenched open with a shuddering crash, and a very pissed looking Brad grabbed him by the collar. He wasn't fast enough to avoid being slammed up against a wall, or having the air choked out of him.
"What the fuck is your problem!?" Schuldig managed to gasp, squirming uncomfortably in the older mans hold.
"My problem?!" Brad roared, squeezing the telepaths neck slightly.
"I'm not the one who left his underage teammates alone in a club for three hours! One of whom, may I remind you, is basically under house arrest!"
"So what! They're obviously fine, considering what you know about our evening!" Schuldig growled, attempting to break free of the clairvoyants grip. He was now feeling quite a bit more sober.
"Yes, but if something had happened, Nagi would have been the only one qualified to take care of it. He can't watch an insane man along with a young woman that might attempt to bolt."
Brads voice had gone low and dangerous.
"And let me tell you now my dear friend, if this was an attempt to make me change my mind about your role as Sam's supervisor, it doesn't alter anything. In fact, her actions will reflect on you now. If she messes up, it's your neck." As if to emphasize this Brad squeezed Schuldig's throat hard. The redhead fought desperately as it became nearly impossible to draw breath. Suddenly, the American let go of his teammate. Leaving him free to collapse to the ground and wheeze.
Brad stared at the younger man for a second then turned towards his room.
"Go to bed Schuldig, we have a busy day tomorrow, and you can't play the hangover card this time." His voice was calm as he disappeared through the door.
Schuldig glared at the closing door and stood up.
"Damn him." He muttered , rubbing his bruised neck.__________________________