NOTE: Kay guys, so this is basically about Faust's journey FROM sanity and fall from Grace. Put into action by the story I read on here entitled "One Broken Wing", which I really liked, gave me enough incentive to finally put the idea that has been sitting around in my head for quite a time onto pages. Plus I am on another Faust craze, and this is gonna be good. Enjoy!

-Momo

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Shaman King, including all the characters and stuff, that's all Hiroyuki Takei. Blah blah blah….this is just a fanfiction….insert other copyright stuff here.

IN THE BEGINNING...

Faust lay in bed, face buried in a pillow. He had cried for a full three hours straight without stopping. He lay there, breathing heavily and brokenly, heaving as he clutched tightly to the sheets. The room was cold, and he no longer had a warm body next to him. The house was lonely, empty. He trembled in the dark, but he dare not reach for the light. His irrational phobia of darkness, he thought, had been cured after meeting Eliza, realizing that nothing could make him unhappy so long as her love remained with him, as it always had. Her love was everything. It was his purpose to live. To be with her…

For another few hours, he lay there, unmoving, trembling, and feeling utterly alone.

"I couldn't…" he kept whispering in a broken voice. "I couldn't save her…"

The phone rang, and Faust's heart jumped. Shakily, he got up and stumbled in the darkness until he found the light switch and the phone.

"Faust," he answered in German custom. "Ruft mich an?"

"Johann? Johann, this is your mother-in-law," came the voice on the other line. Faust's hands began to shake. His voice came brokenly and his German accent was thickly coating his words.

"Y-Yes…w-why do you call at such hour?" he said, nervousness making his English fail him.

"Johann…it's only nine o' clock. Are you alright?"

"…Yes….Ich bin ok…" he said, finding it difficult to find English words. Breathing heavily, he tried to steady himself. Could she hear his heart beating so fast? What would she say if he told her that his poor, lovely Eliza had been…

He burst into tears and frantic sobbing, his hands shaking so badly he almost dropped the telephone.

"Johann? Johann! Tell me what's going on!"

"Eliza!" he sobbed. "Oh, Eliza! Eliza!" The final syllable of her name became an elongated bawling moan as Faust dropped to his knees, phone still in hand. He feared he would break it with the tightness of his grip. He heard his mother-in-law saying some frantic words. What happened to Eliza? Are you two alright? I'll be right over.

He heard her hang up and he threw the phone across the room and screamed. He then threw himself onto the hard wood floor and sobbed so badly that he couldn't breathe. He lay there, heaving and sobbing, and then he unsteadily tried to stand, and he hit his head on something hard and sharp…the cabinet corner? Holding his hand to his right temple, he felt blood. His vision blurred. He was standing in his living room…how did he make it here? Was he falling? A knock on the door. Frantic.

"Johann! Eliza! Someone open up!"

Door opened. Did he do that? Blood…dark blood…

Someone taking his hands. Someone calming him. Tears pouring down his face, blood down the side of his cheek. He was sitting on the couch…the bloodstain on the carpet where his Eliza had fallen. Eliza…Eliza…

Everything went black. A scream. Or was that his own? Eliza? Can he see her? Where? Someone calling his name…her name? Unconscious…

He didn't know when he awoke. He, at first, didn't know where he was. His bedroom. He sat up, his head throbbing and he felt dizzy. What was happening? Did all of that happen? He swung his long legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood, steadying himself. He made his way into the kitchen. His in-laws were still here. They were seated at the table. What time was it? He stumbled into a chair. His father-in-law stared at him, red-rimmed eyes. His mother-in-law was almost done crying.

"What happened, Johann?" she said through tears. "Tell us what happened!"

"Easy, Laura," his father-in-law said. "Tell us, Johann. Did you harm her?" Defense in his eyes. Faust already felt the tears in his eyes begin to rise.

"No…No I would never even think! How could I! No…no no no!" he stammered. His father-in-law took his hands.

"Calm down," he said quietly.

"I-I came home…from the clinic a-and she was…Oh God…she was on…o-on the floor with a…a bullet! A bullet in her head! I tried! Lord help me, I tried to save her! I had to! But...couldn't! I…was habe ich getan? Was habe ich getan?!" He lost all words and began to ramble in German, frantically searching for translation. He couldn't see. He saw in front of him then the vision of his Eliza, brains pouring from her head, bullets…murder! Murder!

"Murder!" he screamed. Was he holding a knife? Blood…blood everywhere. He was panting. He steadied himself and looked around. Two dead bodies…his mother and father in-law? He dropped the floor, shaking.

"Killed them…I killed them…" he said in a whisper. "Why…why! Why did I do this!" He looked at his hands. Blood. Blood everywhere. Eliza. Eliza's blood.

He screamed so loud that it hurt his throat. He lay on his back in a puddle of blood, staring at the ceiling. He cried and cried, and when there were no more tears, he slept, and he did not dream.

TRANSLATIONS:

Ruft mich an?Calling?

Ich bin okI'm ok

Was habe ich getan?What have I done?