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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,440
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16
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0
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Forbidden
Sorry this is late, AND short, please don\'t hurt me! *ducks flying bricks* I promise I won’t take so long posting next time! School has kept me busy writing wise, and I just haven’t been inspired, *gets pelted with math and history books* and now you know why. ^^
Disclamer:Ummm....not mine, wish it was, don\'t sue.
Flames will be used in self defense. You know what this is, so don\'t make me attack you if you flame me now.
//telepathic communication//
Chapter 3: Forbidden
“You really sure you want to do that? I mean, after all, last time you got yourself fried.” He cringed, caught in the act of trying to enter a room he wasn’t sure if he had permission to be in. “Or do you all of a sudden like pain?” Turning around I smile innocently back at Brad, taking several steps away from the door.
“I see you’re done Bradly, so, tell me. How does Esset like the new turn of events?” He merely raises an eyebrow and flicks my forehead.
“OOOWWW!!! DAMN YOU TO HELL!! THAT HURTS AND YOU KNOW IT!!”
“You haven’t gotten permission yet, so stay away from Abyssian. Especially with things as they are...” Motioning for me to follow, we began heading back downstairs. Brad opened a door and headed for the basement were they felt it safe fore their more secret missions.
“Now hold on a minute, what’s that supposed to mean? Brad Hello, talk to me here ” Turning around, Brad looked him straight in the eyes. Even in his drug induced state, Shuldig could tell fear when he saw it.
“Esset doesn’t completely grasp how much of a time bomb he is.” Shuldig was about to ask more questions but Nagi and Farfarello were coming so he let it drop.
“So what’s going on Crawford?” Nagi’s voice drifted down the stairs soon followed by the boy himself.
“Yeah I can’t hurt God if I’m listening to you. You never talk about stuff that hurts God.”
“I’m a firm believer that what I have to say is more important than your masochism.” All Brad got from that was a whatever and Nagi elbowing Farfarello to shut up.
“If your all done complaining I’ve something of grave importance to say.” Giving each of them a hard glare got them to shut up, not that Shuldig needed one. He wanted more than anything to figure out what was going on. “While though, at first, Esset wanted Abyssian to stay with us since we have dealt with him in the past, Rosenkruez couldn’t pass up a chance to butt in. They are currently trying their hardest to get him and Esset is breaking to their will. Knowing Rosenkruez, we’ve most likely lost.” My anger welling up in me, I can’t help but intervene.
“That’s stupid If Kritiker couldn’t control Weiss, what makes Esset think that Rosenkruez can? If they think he’s weaker just because the other three are dead, their wrong If anything, he’s stronger. He has no control over that huge mental power, making him pretty much untouchable. Last time I checked I happen to be the strongest psychic in Esset, and I was stomped on like a bug.”
“Nowhere did I say it’s a smart decision. I pointed out the exact same things to Esset, but as usual, Rosenkruez is using force along with speech.” As they turned to go upstairs and commence with the rest of their day, Brad spoke. “Shuldig, could I have a word with you before you go?” Grumbling, Shuldig walked back down the stairs, watching Nagi and Farfarello with envy.
“What Brad? Are you not done lecturing me?”
“I simply wanted to tell you not to get emotionally attached to the kitten, that’s all. If you do, it will only end up hurting you. I’m sure you remember that last time you got emotionally attached to something and the pain that followed.”
Shuddering, memories of his past came floating back to him. Finding the stray cat, taking it home with him, loving it to pieces. The idiots that bullied him ended up killing the poor kitten. The pain that followed, magnified ten fold by his powers, had been unbearable. Had he just left it alone, or put it on some else’s door step, it might still be alive and he might never have been hurt.
“I remember.”
“I just wish that your not hurt like that again...who knows what you’d do this time.” Cringing, I remember driving the boy that had killed the cat insane, to the point that the kid went and shoved his own head on top of an iron fence. Ew.
Seeing my cringe, he seems satisfied that I noticed his point (AN: Agh, bad pun.) He made his way up the steps.
Sighing I flop down onto the couch in the corner, his headache returning. Things were gonna be harder that he had originally thought.
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Letting the empty bottle drop to the floor to join the others, he looked up at the ceiling. It would be so easy to end all this. Nothing to hold him back, nothing to look forward to, he was just empty. He wasn’t afraid to die. It would be so easy to just slip poison into his beer, he wouldn’t even taste it. He could even time it right so that he’d drink it right before he passed out.
Painless.
So why didn’t he? He had a gun, that would be easy too. Pulling the trigger is simple. He’d done it a million times, been shot by them even more, so why didn’t he? Why was he lying here thinking about the warm reaches of death, instead of running into it\'s welcome arms.
Wobbling as he sat, he placed a hand to his forehead and looked for his knife. Spotting it on the floor, he leaned over his bed to grab it. Switching it open with a click, he looked at the smooth, silver surface, begging to be stained.
Smiling, he raised his arm, and ran the knife down it, cutting away the bandages. Looking at the previous cuts, he was reminded of how much he hated the world, and how much it hated him in return. He’d carved so many different messages all over his body, once he’d even been daring enough to carve a short message down *there.*
The remembered pain was bliss. Such pure, true agony.
Pain was the only way he knew he was alive. Hence the reason he carved at himself every time he drank, to remember he couldn’t escape the truth. He was dead. Pushing the blade deep into his arm, he began writing another broken promise.
Verboten Vergangenheit
The blood running down his arm transfixed him, the human body, so fragile. Human, ha! He couldn’t be human if he tried. To be human means to exist without the need for pain, to feel. Licking at the blood on his arm, the metallic taste was welcomed. He wasn’t human. How could he be.
After all...he was dead.
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Sorry this took so long, and I know it\'s horribly short. I ran out of ideas and didn’t know what to do with the Aya/Shu scene, so I just didn’t do it. ^^’
OOOooooohhhh...new character! Anyway, if you want to know what he carved in his arm, find a translator, it’s German. *looks at story* This has to have been the easiest chapter to upload and edit. Yay me! Please review. I\'m a review whore.
Disclamer:Ummm....not mine, wish it was, don\'t sue.
Flames will be used in self defense. You know what this is, so don\'t make me attack you if you flame me now.
//telepathic communication//
Chapter 3: Forbidden
“You really sure you want to do that? I mean, after all, last time you got yourself fried.” He cringed, caught in the act of trying to enter a room he wasn’t sure if he had permission to be in. “Or do you all of a sudden like pain?” Turning around I smile innocently back at Brad, taking several steps away from the door.
“I see you’re done Bradly, so, tell me. How does Esset like the new turn of events?” He merely raises an eyebrow and flicks my forehead.
“OOOWWW!!! DAMN YOU TO HELL!! THAT HURTS AND YOU KNOW IT!!”
“You haven’t gotten permission yet, so stay away from Abyssian. Especially with things as they are...” Motioning for me to follow, we began heading back downstairs. Brad opened a door and headed for the basement were they felt it safe fore their more secret missions.
“Now hold on a minute, what’s that supposed to mean? Brad Hello, talk to me here ” Turning around, Brad looked him straight in the eyes. Even in his drug induced state, Shuldig could tell fear when he saw it.
“Esset doesn’t completely grasp how much of a time bomb he is.” Shuldig was about to ask more questions but Nagi and Farfarello were coming so he let it drop.
“So what’s going on Crawford?” Nagi’s voice drifted down the stairs soon followed by the boy himself.
“Yeah I can’t hurt God if I’m listening to you. You never talk about stuff that hurts God.”
“I’m a firm believer that what I have to say is more important than your masochism.” All Brad got from that was a whatever and Nagi elbowing Farfarello to shut up.
“If your all done complaining I’ve something of grave importance to say.” Giving each of them a hard glare got them to shut up, not that Shuldig needed one. He wanted more than anything to figure out what was going on. “While though, at first, Esset wanted Abyssian to stay with us since we have dealt with him in the past, Rosenkruez couldn’t pass up a chance to butt in. They are currently trying their hardest to get him and Esset is breaking to their will. Knowing Rosenkruez, we’ve most likely lost.” My anger welling up in me, I can’t help but intervene.
“That’s stupid If Kritiker couldn’t control Weiss, what makes Esset think that Rosenkruez can? If they think he’s weaker just because the other three are dead, their wrong If anything, he’s stronger. He has no control over that huge mental power, making him pretty much untouchable. Last time I checked I happen to be the strongest psychic in Esset, and I was stomped on like a bug.”
“Nowhere did I say it’s a smart decision. I pointed out the exact same things to Esset, but as usual, Rosenkruez is using force along with speech.” As they turned to go upstairs and commence with the rest of their day, Brad spoke. “Shuldig, could I have a word with you before you go?” Grumbling, Shuldig walked back down the stairs, watching Nagi and Farfarello with envy.
“What Brad? Are you not done lecturing me?”
“I simply wanted to tell you not to get emotionally attached to the kitten, that’s all. If you do, it will only end up hurting you. I’m sure you remember that last time you got emotionally attached to something and the pain that followed.”
Shuddering, memories of his past came floating back to him. Finding the stray cat, taking it home with him, loving it to pieces. The idiots that bullied him ended up killing the poor kitten. The pain that followed, magnified ten fold by his powers, had been unbearable. Had he just left it alone, or put it on some else’s door step, it might still be alive and he might never have been hurt.
“I remember.”
“I just wish that your not hurt like that again...who knows what you’d do this time.” Cringing, I remember driving the boy that had killed the cat insane, to the point that the kid went and shoved his own head on top of an iron fence. Ew.
Seeing my cringe, he seems satisfied that I noticed his point (AN: Agh, bad pun.) He made his way up the steps.
Sighing I flop down onto the couch in the corner, his headache returning. Things were gonna be harder that he had originally thought.
_______________________________________
Letting the empty bottle drop to the floor to join the others, he looked up at the ceiling. It would be so easy to end all this. Nothing to hold him back, nothing to look forward to, he was just empty. He wasn’t afraid to die. It would be so easy to just slip poison into his beer, he wouldn’t even taste it. He could even time it right so that he’d drink it right before he passed out.
Painless.
So why didn’t he? He had a gun, that would be easy too. Pulling the trigger is simple. He’d done it a million times, been shot by them even more, so why didn’t he? Why was he lying here thinking about the warm reaches of death, instead of running into it\'s welcome arms.
Wobbling as he sat, he placed a hand to his forehead and looked for his knife. Spotting it on the floor, he leaned over his bed to grab it. Switching it open with a click, he looked at the smooth, silver surface, begging to be stained.
Smiling, he raised his arm, and ran the knife down it, cutting away the bandages. Looking at the previous cuts, he was reminded of how much he hated the world, and how much it hated him in return. He’d carved so many different messages all over his body, once he’d even been daring enough to carve a short message down *there.*
The remembered pain was bliss. Such pure, true agony.
Pain was the only way he knew he was alive. Hence the reason he carved at himself every time he drank, to remember he couldn’t escape the truth. He was dead. Pushing the blade deep into his arm, he began writing another broken promise.
Verboten Vergangenheit
The blood running down his arm transfixed him, the human body, so fragile. Human, ha! He couldn’t be human if he tried. To be human means to exist without the need for pain, to feel. Licking at the blood on his arm, the metallic taste was welcomed. He wasn’t human. How could he be.
After all...he was dead.
_____________________
Sorry this took so long, and I know it\'s horribly short. I ran out of ideas and didn’t know what to do with the Aya/Shu scene, so I just didn’t do it. ^^’
OOOooooohhhh...new character! Anyway, if you want to know what he carved in his arm, find a translator, it’s German. *looks at story* This has to have been the easiest chapter to upload and edit. Yay me! Please review. I\'m a review whore.