[The name of my OC is Lydia Romanoff and is made up by me.]
I surprised myself by not cringing from the splatter of blood neither the noise of veins and bones tearing apart, maybe because I wasn't looking at the scene. Maybe because I knew that Schrödinger wasn't the person who got hurt. Maybe because I've turned completely mad.
I only did what I felt like needed to be done. I only told Schrödinger what I thought he wanted to hear.
Was that a bad thing? Am I a bad person? I had to do it. Jack was saying all those things to him, tormenting him with harmful information. Bullying him until he no longer could look anywhere but in his own hands. Jack needed to learn a lesson. But how is it that, when I saw Jack's body get slammed to the wall by Schrödinger who was twice as small as him and cry out in pain, I felt... empty.
My head turned away and my eyes shut when I saw Jack's arm get twisted to his back in a swift motion. His frowning face was pressed to the wall by a firm hand on the back of his head.
Where did Schrödinger's strength come from? Was it there all along?
Schrödinger said to Jack. "I'll do this slowly to make you certain of the exact nature of my abilities, so you should be grateful for being the first one to define them."
A wave of sudden realization washed over me. Schrödinger will remove Jack's arm. Jack's. Jack, with the auburn hair and the emerald green eyes and the funny, shameless laugh. Sir Daddy Moo.
"Stop." I said, gambling between giving Schrödinger what he wanted and saving a limb from an innocent man.
"Stop!" I said louder, but Schrödinger was in trance, completely determined to declare his newborn abilities to he world. All he could do was focus on Jack's moans and grunts tinted in pain as he pulled at his arm little by little. The expression on his face was insane. There was blood on the floor and I realized that it came from Jack's face that had got mashed into the wall. The force must've been so great since his inner fluids was all over the place. His veins in the shoulder must have snapped - explaining the awful noise - since it was twisted in a unnatural angle.
"Enough, Schrödinger..." I stammered nervously as I walked towards them, stepping in blood. I placed my hands on Schrödinger's shoulder.
"It- it must be off already, just... let go please." I said, feeling my skin crawl at the fact that I was so close to such an absurd happening.
He shot me a wary gaze; his eyes half lidded in a passionate way, but mouth in a lazy smile. He looked ready to make a kill, but my hands remained on him and held him in place. I discovered small drops of blood on his chin and left cheek when he spoke.
"You said you loved me so why don't you mind?" he asked, sounding a bit annoyed and my eyes widened at his change of subject. I felt exposed when he suddenly mentioned me in this situation and my heart felt heavy with guiltiness.
"I don't mind." I assured once again, even though I sounded a bit uncertain. "But please…" I pleaded, my hand squeezing his shoulder. "It's enough. Let him go Schrödinger." I could feel how vulnerable I must've looked to him, according to the short break his gazing eyes took to examine me closely.
"Both of you..." Jacks husky voice surprises both of us.
Schrödinger shot him a childish annoyed glare, but allowed him continue. I too wanted to know what he had to say, even though I didn't like the sound of his broken voice and was terrified of his upcoming words.
"... Can go to hell." he finished.
Those last words left an eerie silence behind them, and I slowly let go of Schrödinger's shoulder, like I didn't want to participate in this crime any longer. But it was already to late to back away, thus I was involved and I was ashamed. I wanted to cry.
What had I done?
Schrödinger leaned in towards Jack's side and whispered something in his ear. His action reminded me of the first time I met him, when he recklessly pulled me into lostness. I could almost feel him lick my ear again, and I'm certain that Jack could feel it too.
"No need for that."
Was this something he had whispered.
"We're already here."
Within no more than a second; Schrödinger lifted his leg and pressed the sole of his dark boot to Jack's lower back, his sharp bare knee visible, as he ripped off his arm like a dead tree branch. But the sight didn't traumatize me as much as the sound. To hear a man scream out like that was utterly terrifying; it should be illegal. Jack let out an inhuman scream, like an animal.
I didn't want to believe any of this. This was not happening. This was happening. This happened. Schrödinger actually dismembered his right arm. Simply because I said I didn't mind him doing so. I didn't know what to do.
Should I help him? Pick up his arm from the floor and stitch it back like in a cartoon? I can't do that. This is real life.
Will he die now? Can he die this way? What will happen to Schrödinger? To me? To us?
"Lydia." Schrödinger said my name but I couldn't recall.
I stood in blood. My knees buckled. My hands were shaken and sweaty at the same time. Eyes unfocused, numb, dead.
"Lydia..." Schrödinger said my name again, gentler, but I couldn't look at him. He had to make me. He cupped my face with his hands. It was blood on them. It was everywhere. There was blood everywhere.
"Lydia."
My name again, for the third time. It was a whisper. He didn't smile, but he managed to look at me longingly.
I forced myself to plant seeds of lies.
He didn't do it. He didn't do it. He didn't do it.
But no matter how much I tried, I couldn't shut out the noise of Jack panting on the floor as he crawled on his knees, probably finding support on the wall. I didn't know what he was doing. I couldn't see him. I could only hear him move around.
I turned my head to see how he could manage with one arm but Schrödinger was quick; he wouldn't let me look anywhere but at himself. His fingers held my chin like he held a basketball in a match between life and death. Every time I heard Jack, I wanted to check on him, but to no avail. Schrödinger noticed this.
"Look at me Lydia." he cooed.
His mouth turned into a smirk that was soft enough to call a smile, heavy eyelashes making his gaze seductive. He stroked my cheeks with his thumbs. I swallowed, feeling how dry my throat was. When I made an attempt to speak, Schrödinger put a finger on my lips, wanting me speechless.
The place reeked of blood. It was strange smelling someone else's blood than my own.
"Lydia." Schrödinger said my name again. He'd said it so many times now, I lost count. "You said you loved me." his words were repeated, but this time, he smiled just like I told him that a few seconds ago.
I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw that he was blushing. Schrödinger was blushing, and not in a sheepish, childish, dumb way. He was blushing genuinely with glossy ruby eyes. But he didn't have any emotions.
He bumped our foreheads together, his blonde bangs mixing together with my own hair and his blush transferred over to my own skin. Then he embraced me. His arms enveloped around me; like he was trying to protect me from our surroundings.
And all of the sudden, he began to chuckle.
"You love me!" he chimed.
Tightening the embrace, he nestled his face in my neck.
I heard a noise in the background, a quite familiar noise. Vomit. Jack was vomiting. Not only that; but coughing his own blood.
For a few seconds; My ears got clogged and the world had stopped. What was happening? I didn't know anything. I was lost. He didn't do it. I smelled blood. I was standing in blood. Arm on the floor. Smirk. Vomit. Experiment. Ruby eyes. Noises. Quiet.
"One day I might be able to make room for an ability that will make me love you more than any human being can, Lydia." he said, and there was no use in trying to hold back my tears.
"You saw what I did with his arm, look it's laying there! Clean off." he said and broke away from the embrace to point at the arm. It was horrific, but I couldn't help but laugh, even though I was still crying. Schrödinger looked back at me with an enthusiasm out of this world.
"I went against my own purpose Lydia. I harmed someone, and if I can do that then I can do anything. I can love you Lydia." he said, and all I did was nodding passionately, because I found everything about this so tragic, and I wanted to believe in him. I wanted to believe in us.
"We're standing in blood." I said, stating the most obvious while not leaving Schrödinger's ruby eyes.
I couldn't hear him convincing me about his abilities, it was way too much for me. My sentence somehow matched what I saw, while not actually looking at the red liquid on the floor, but into eyes that possessed the red color as well. His eyes would always have a numbing effect on me. A small chuckle left him then.
"I forgot how inexperienced you are. This is quite normal for me. I'm common with blood on a regular basis, as you might suspect." he explained with a mysterious gleam in his eyes. I couldn't help but brushing away a few hairs that had fallen in his face and wipe away the drops of blood on his cheek in the progress.
"It's disgusting." I whispered. Schrödinger leaned into my touch, holding my hand in place so I couldn't move away.
"It's unavoidable." he muttered, eyes closed as he enjoyed the touch of my palm, which he kissed and snuggled into once again. For a moment, I forgot all about Jack's presence, who was crawling along the floor like a worm in his own blood. Well, until he spoke that is.
"It's disgusting, alright..." he managed to slur at us. Schrödinger's eyes opened in an annoyed manner. I tried to calm him down by pressing my hand to his face, but suddenly my palm wasn't that interesting anymore. I pulled at his arm when he turned to look down at Jack.
"Schrödinger, please! Leave him-"
"Disgusting..." he muttered, shaking me off him while he got closer to Jack, who sat with his back against the wall, eyes filled with hatred for the person above him. "Disgusting." he repeated, not letting his glare drop.
"Demon!" Jack spat, saliva and blood sprouting from his mouth.
"No no no no no!" I said in panic. Schrödinger had caused enough damage already. I stood in between the two guards as my palms pushed against Schrödinger's chest. "Come on. We should probably go before someone-"
"You're in the way." Schrödinger said coldly. "Move, or I'll find a way to harm you too. I sense no love in me yet." he said and I tried my hardest to block out his harsh words.
"Would you now?" I asked fearlessly, but I couldn't stop my body from shaking.
"Perhaps. Move aside." Schrödinger said, now with a smile. I was still glaring at him. I thought about getting him what he wanted, but I changed my mind when I thought about what Jack had gone through.
"No. I won't move." I said.
Jack will hate me, no matter what. He can't grow his arm back. He lost a limb because of me. It's pretty hard to forgive that. But I still felt the need to protect him. Schrödinger's eyes widened slightly.
"Why?" he asked. "Why does it matter to you? Did you fuck him?" his last question shocked me out of my flesh. The fact that someone like Schrödinger used such vulgar words was unsettling.
"She did." Jack managed to say, before I myself could manage to objection and burst out a no.
"WHAT?" I shouted back at him.
Missing one arm or not, he had no right in the world to suggest such a thing! I turned around, facing his death glare, and gave him one of my own.
"How dare you, Jack..." I whispered, unpleased by how saddened and disappointed I sounded.
He smiled at me, just like he used to smile at me before. But this time, his forehead was sweaty, his hair was a mess and he was drowning in his own blood and he lost an arm. But most of all, his eyes were dull. His green eyes that once were filled with care and joy were now nothing.
"You're dirty." he said, while clutching onto his arm-missing side, in order to stop the intense bleeding. He was panting, and anyone could tell he was struggling to maintain his consciousness. I couldn't believe him. The man is dying, and he wants to go off with a boom, leaving me behind with his lies.
"Stop it." I said. I shook my head slowly, feeling tears well up in my eyes.
"You know I didn't- Fine! I'M SORRY! I'm so sorry Jack! I didn't want this to happen! I know you hate me but-"
"Lydia..." he muttered my name. He looked calmly up at me."You fucked me. You fucked me, Lydia. And you enjoyed it."
"I said I was sorry, Jack!"
"And you kept asking for more and-"
"Please Jack!"
"Yes... Just like that..." he chuckled with a disgusting, pleased smirk. His laugher turned into coughing as he spat out blood again. I didn't know how to handle this. I suddenly didn't care anymore. He could get his other arm ripped off, I just didn't care. His head lollied to the side, but he kept his gaze at me.
"It was lovely, Lydia... You were lovely."
"I won't let you leave like this!" I fell to my knees in front of him, cupping his face in my hands. It was sweaty and warm and it had more blood on it than Schrödinger's, but I couldn't care less as I stared daggers into his eyes.
"You can't die now, you hear me! I won't let you die until you tell him the truth! Please, tell him we didn't..." I had a hard time speaking, since I was crying so much. "Please… don't die..." my own words made me realize the horrific situation. Jack was going to die.
"You can't leave me. You have to tell him! You must tell Schrödinger the truth!" I cried.
I couldn't read Jack's expression. I could never read anyone's expression.
"Please... Jack... Please... Tell him... Schrödinger, or he'll… He's going to..."
My eyes widen at this horrible idea that might be true.
"He's going to kill me." I whispered, still holding onto his face.
Jack smirked at my words as he struggled to find Schrödinger behind me. His emerald eyes stared far away above my head.
"She..." I felt Jack's jaw move slowly in my hands. I'm sure he would be more capable of speaking if I let his face go, but I was too eager to shake the truth out of him that I refused to let go.
"She loves me too... We made love..." he wheezed.
"No." I cried, feeling my whole life get crushed by those words.
I heard splashing footsteps behind me, shoes stepping in tiny puddles. Before I saw Jack's fearless gaze above my head, obviously looking up at Schrödinger behind me, he whispered to me in a last desperate attempt to talk, his green eyes maintained the Sir Daddy Moo shimmer for a brief second.
"Forgive me, religious girl of Hellsing, but let me die with this sin. Perhaps, if I am lucky enough, it will be true in death."
I got dragged up from the floor by Schrödinger - away from Jack's heartbreaking whispers - who grabbed my shoulders and tugged me backwards into his chest.
"Now watch closely, Lydia!" he gracefully moved me to the side before he sent a knife flying to Jack's head. I covered my mouth to muffle my scream.
Schrödinger turned to look at me, and he looked dark, insane, cruel.
"Schrödinger..." I said in a shaken breath as he walked towards me with firm steps. I backed slowly into the wall opposite from where Jack's corpse was left.
"I'm sorry. I promise we didn't-" he pulled at the collar of my sweater and to him. After planting a proper kiss on my lips, he pushed me to the wall heatedly, but not causing me any pain.
"Do not speak to me." he panted. "If it didn't happen, you have nothing to apologize for." he muttered against my face. "However, if you ever did have your way with that man..." I felt his lips brush against mine with every spoken word. He pulled away, only to glance at me. He didn't look angry, but he didn't look all that happy either.
"It no longer matter because he's dead. He doesn't exist anymore."
He stroked my left arm with his gloved hand while examining me. For the first time, an awkward silence appeared between the two of us. I looked down at my feet, finding blood on them. I felt the sudden urge to puke. All this blood made me nauseous.
"Schrödinger."
The sudden voice caused us both to jump in surprise. Schrödinger's hand fell to his side and his touch disappeared. Our eyes landed on a man with a white lab coat. He appeared to be a doctor of some kind.
"Are you behind all of this?" he asked slowly, with an enthralled smirk as he glanced at Jack's corpse with eyes full of observation. "That knife is in your property after all." he reflected.
"Yes." Schrödinger answered without hesitation and proudly, back to his usual happy self.
The doctor stepped towards us, not even noticing or minding the blood on the floor.
"What's your objection, Oberscharführer?" he asked, more fascinated than upset. This must be the doctor Penelope and Ann was talking about.
"I had to do it." Schrödinger said, giving me a mile wide smile. "Or else, she would have been raped."
I cringed at his words, and how casually they had been said. The strange man, who just discovered me, was looking at me in a way that made my skin crawl.
"Ha!" he sang, looking me up and down. I don't think I've ever felt so self-conscious in my whole life.
He stepped towards us, and I stepped back behind Schrödinger who stood still and curious waiting for whatever this man wanted.
"She's one of Hellsing's trainees, am I correct?" he asked, and just when I thought he couldn't get any more fascinated, he had another thing to dig deeper into. His question made me freak out. It made me feel exposed and busted.
"She's with me." Schrödinger simply said without actually answering the question and pulled me back to his side by my hand. I didn't even bother to ask why he had said that. The doctor looked a bit disappointed.
"Oh, well... I'll get someone to clean up this mess. We wouldn't want anyone to grow suspicious... especially of the pure ones." he breathed, leaning down towards me. Schrödinger stepped forward and in-between us, just in time before the doctor's breath was about to hit my face.
"Then she should probably exit this crime scene. Leave that to me." he said and was quick to pull me in the other direction.
"Oberscharführer Schrödinger." the doctor called, making Schrödinger stop dead in his tracks. Both of us looked back at him, who bent down to examine Jack's stabbed head.
"I'm looking forward to a little meeting at my office. Apparently, we have a lot to discuss about your… development, meine kreatur." he told Schrödinger, dipping his fingers in the blood to examine it more closely.
Schrödinger and I looked at each other, then Schrödinger shrugged nonchalantly, not caring much about whatever the doctor had in mind for him.
"Well, it was nice seeing you, Doc! We're up to something so Auf Wiedersehen!" he said, and dragged me away along with him.
He always dragged me away, Schrödinger.
From dangers. To new dangers.