Disclaimers: I do not own Weiss Kruez. But please note that this fic is 1minemine. Thankies!

Crimson Tears: If you read this when I first published it, you'll remember that I originally used distilled water as the liquid in the needle… well that was pretty dumb, but I was a naïve, ignorant little kid, and so I've changed it. It's now a bit more sinister. And it makes a HELL of a lot more sense. So check out the last couple chapters. Again I have no intentions to re-write, but at the moment I'm pretty motivated. So I might just do that. Who knows with me. Anyway if you requested it enjoy, if you're here to flame I laugh at you! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!

Chapter 4

Over Dose

"What the hells going on?" He shouts.

"What's it look like?" My rapist inquires.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asks. "I'm indulging young Omi here!" He says curtly.

I feel bile rise in my throat. Tears blur my vision and my mouth is exceptionally dry. My blood seams to be pumping faster, and my limbs are heavy. What am I doing? He's distracted right? I should try and break away. But I can't seam to make myself move. Did he really drug me?

"But now you know something you aren't supposed to know," He says. "And you have to die."

My protector backs away. I want to cry out for him not to leave me but I'm too weak.
"You! You sick, sick bastard!" He whispers.

"Yes. I am sick. But I find young boys taste much better than women." He remarks.

He now has my protector backed into a corner. He is threatening to kill him. What can I do? My crossbow! It's under my bed and my dart is on the nightstand. But I can't summon the strength to move.

He hits my protector knocking him to the floor. He then grabs some wire I left on my desk from a project and binds his hands together. He seamed satisfied with his work. He then turned on me.

"Now where were we kitten?" He asks.

I can barely keep my eyes open. My body hurts, it's like my blood is boiling. I can't cry out, for I do not have the strength. There is nothing anyone can do. I can't protect myself and my protector can't help me. I am going to die.

He begins to rub my back. His skin burns mine. He lays a kiss on my neck and proceeds to leave a trail of kisses down my back. I dry heave as he climbs on top of me. He has removed his pants and I can feel him rub my waist. I heave up blood and bile. It mixes with my tears. I can feel my body breaking.

I somehow summon the strength to move my arm up. My fingers caress the tip of the dart. I wrap my fingers around the middle of the dart. It's now or never! I'm going to kill him. He will die. I draw the dart under my stomach. He's finally stopped. I scream, and he delivers a blow to my head.

"Shh. Kitten. You need to sleep." He caresses my head.

He turns his back to me. Even though it hurts I sit up. I grasp the dart in my palm.

"Never AGAIN!" I scream and drive the dart deep into his skin.

He cries out in pain and surprise. He turns on me and yanks the dart from his back. He throws it aside.

"What the hell are you doing?" He spits.

"I'm going to kill you!" I say weakly collapsing on my bed.

He laughs at me. "Ah. you want to kill me. But why kitten? I've always been gentle." He remarks.

Gentle, Ha! Is that what he calls it? He made me bleed and he calls that gentle? I cough and blood trickles out of my mouth. I'm lying in my own blood and I'm crying. This is so humiliating. I can't do anything.

"What did you do to him?" My protector asks.

"Oh, you mean the drugs?" He inquires. "Oh just a little bit of rubbing alcohol mixed with rat poison."

"WHAT!" He shrieks! "That will kill him!"

"That's the point." He says casually. "After I get through playing with a kitten it's time to put them down. This is my way of doing it."

My protector stands. I'm not sure what going to do and I don't care. My vision is blurred and I can't keep my eyes open. Is this it? Has he won? I don't care. I should have taken the Tylenol when I had the chance. Then I wouldn't have had to go through this humiliation.

"Ah! The prince on a white horse coming to save that pathetic bastard." He mocks.

"You! You had no right to do that! You had no right to hurt Omi in that way. He is still a child!" He screams.

"No he's not! I made him a man!" He shouts back.

Shut up! Just shut up! Go away and let me die! Leave me alone.

"You are despicable!" He shouts.

He smiles. "Maybe I am."

"How could you! We trusted you! Why?"

"How could I? Trust a meaning less word. Something people take to lightly. Why? I believe I already told you. Young boys taste better."

"You sick bastard."

I lay there for a moment and then I hear noise. Like someone ransacking my room. The lamp by my bedside falls to the ground and crashes. I hear a thwack and then there is silence.

Footsteps. They are coming closer. A hand touches my skin and I subconsciously pull away.

"It's okay now." The voice is gentle. It belongs to my protector.

I feel myself being lifted from my bed. I must be a mess. Holds me for a while and then I feel something soft and warm wrap around me. A blanket? He shouts but I can't make out what he say's. I know he's calling for the other protector.

His pace quickens and we are out in the cold. Outside! Then I smell stale cigarette smoke. We must be in the car. I hear the car start up, and my name being called. That's the last thing I hear.

"Omi?"

A voice sand and gentle. It's calling me.

"Omi? Aya he's coming around."

"Omi!" I open my eyes and I can see Aya leaning over me.

"Aya.." My throat is scratchy.

"Oh good! Your okay." Ken say's leaning over my other side.

"Where am I?" I ask half asleep.

"We brought you to the hospital." Ken said. His shirt is blood stained. "I was worried we'd lose you. You lost so much blood.." He trailed.

"Where is he?" I inquire. I guess my voice broke as I said this because Aya quickly responded.

"Don't worry. He's not going to hurt you again. Ken took care of it."

"Sleep now Omi. We will protect you." Ken ruffles my hair and he and Aya both take seats next to my bed. Finally my nightmare is over. I won't be hurt again.

Crimson Tears: sniff A happy ending! What did you expect? I'm not going to kill Omi! He's my favorite character! Of course I won't kill him! So did you think it was Yoji? If so you were right! I'm just surprised not one suspected Ken! That woulda' been a twist!

P-Chan: OINK!

Crimson Tears: Well stay tuned for the Epilog! JA!