Vengeance

Part Two


~undefiled wisdom instead of hypocritical self-deceit


Omi woke in an unfamiliar room. The walls were plain and unadorned and he gazed uninterestedly at the bare floor. Making only a token resistance to the ropes binding him to the bed, omi settled back onto tattrattress and waited.

Moments later a tall white haired Irishman was lead into the room by none other than Crawfordeeineeing that omi had awakened, the American gifted him with a cold smile. “I’ve brought Farfello in to play with you. keep him well entertained.”

The little blonde bishounen watched Farfello approach with deadened eyes. Honestly he didn’t care what happened to him anymore. Not after what happened with Schuldich. When hard pale fingers dug into his skin, Omi never even flinched.

Farfello drug his hands down Omi’s slender arms. His fingers tangled in the front of Omi’s shirt and he yanked, ripping it from the tender boy. A knife appeared from out of nowhere. The golden-eyed boy drug it lightly down Omi’s bare chest, leaving a small crimson streak behind. The Irishman smiled sadistically and raised the blade to his lips, dragging his tongue through the coppery liquid.

Omi’s mind battered at its self-made walls when he realized just what was going to happen to him. Silent screams manifested into soft whimpers of fear as he watched Farfello lap at his blood. When his captor grabbed him again and pulled him closer, the sounds immediately stopped.

Somewhere else in the building Schuldich screamed with him.

Brad swiftly wrapped his arms around his red-haired companion. For the first time in weeks Schuldich opened forest green eyes to gaze blurrily around his room. His eyes focused on Crawford. Cracked lips opened and he tried to speak. What came out was more of a rasp. “Where is he, Brad?”

“He is playing with Farfello.” Crawford returned without expression.

“He didn’t mean to do it, Brad. Hirofumi drugged him. He didn’t know!” The German wailed.

Crawford’s expression remained set. “Nevertheless,” he stated coldly, “he will pay the price for what he did to you.”

Schuldich struggled to get out of bed. “You have to help me, Brad. I can’t let Farf do that to him.”

Crawford growled low in his throat. Just as Schuldich started to fall he caught him and sighed. “You’re going to do this whether I help you or not, aren’t you?”

The German nodded and struggled toward the door.

Farfello roughly spread Omi’s blood streaked thighs open wide. With no preparation and little warning, he slammed into the small boy under him.

Omi screamed with the pain in his lower body. Inside though, he was rejoicing. *This is my penance, what I deserve. Finally, I am forgiven.* each thrust tore into him, hurting more than the sharp blade had had sliced into the skin of his chest and thighs. And with each blast of agony came a pure drop of absolving salve to his battered soul.

Schuldich and Crawford burst into the room just as Farfello arched in his ultimate pleasure. Hard muscles arched in a tight, blooatteattered bow. Schuldich gasped when he saw just what the extent of the damage was. As quickly as he could he stumbled to Omi’s side. Gently he raked soaked bangs off of a pale forehead.

Omi’s baby blue eyes fluttered open at the touch. “I’m sorry.” He whispered hoarsely. “Forgive me for the wrong I have done you?”

Schuldich swallowed a sob. “I never blamed you, little one. But if you must seek my forgiveness then you may have it.”

Omi smiled beatifically and finally allowed himself to sink into the warm blanket of unconsciousness. The red haired man turned to look balefully at his leader. “Do you know what you’ve done, Brad?”

Crawford nodded solemnly. “I have freed an enemy.”


~Truth never set anyone free.~


A/N: well, i've decided to go ahead and post this even though i don't really like how it turned out. i'm working on a revision, so if you don't like this part, just wait for the different one!! lol. p.s. it will be much much worse.