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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,177
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Weiss Kreuz nor the characters, nor am I monetarily compensated for this writing.
Shatter
Again, there is NOTHING hot or sexy about rape. It is an act of violence that has nothing to do with love. Ever.
***
it seems the whole
experience is
Terrible and crippling
The pain is much more than physical
beyond belief
“Why?”
The question was posed to no one but himself and the shower. He braced both hands against the tiled wall and bowed his head forward, letting the water run down his hair and neck. Watching as his blood ran in pinking rivers down the drain as it washed off of his body.
“Why can’t I get clean?” he sobbed, again scrubbing off more skin, trying in vain to remove the feel of unwanted hands. His stomach twisted and he realized he was crying again. “Why won’t it stop?” he choked out, hands sliding down the shower wall as his knees buckled under him, refusing to hold his weight anymore.
“Please, gods, make it stop.”
Eight. Eight years old.
No! I don’t want to!
Stop it! It hurts!
Stop! Stop! STOP!
He curled into a tighter ball, arms around his knees, head on his arms. Water turning cold but still raining down on him.
“Gods, I just want to die.”
As I learn to hide the agony
To make a final remedy
To close the door
once and for all
In a world that I
don't want to know
With a message that I
never want to send
To be free from all of this
I want you to quicken my end
Don't tell me I can not go
With a wound that
refuses to mend
Deliver me from all of this
I want you to quicken my end
***
Schuldig glanced at Crawford out of the corner of his eye. The other man had his head tilted slightly sideways and there was a vague expression on his face that usually wasn’t there and could only mean one thing. Vision. It must have been a short one, Schuldig surmised because Crawford shook it off fairly fast before turning to him.
“We need to be back at the penthouse. Now.”
Schuldig frowned a little. “Why?”
“Nagi,” Crawford said simply, as though that explained the whole thing.
“Scheisse! Same as before?”
“Worse. I believe it’s a full memory this time.”
“Fabulous. How much time do we have before . . .”
“Not much. Ten minutes maximum.”
“Damn it.”
Farf?
What is it, guilty one?
Are you home?
No. But I can be in a few minutes. Why?
Apparently Nagi is remembering again.
Ah. Well, even your handiwork will only last so long. I’ll get him.
Good.
***
Farfarello walked into the apartment ten minutes after his and Schuldig’s mental conversation. He went straight to the bathroom door, knowing where his teammate and friend would be. Odd to think of him as a friend, Farf thought. But that was musing material for another day. He pounded on the door and called for the young man. No response. He tried the knob and found the door locked. Hardly surprising. Hopefully he wasn’t force holding the door with his abilities like last time. He braced himself and took a few steps back before taking a run at the door, putting his shoulder into it hard. The wood splintered and flew everywhere, not that it mattered just then.
“Damnú air!” he swore, reaching to drag an already unconscious Nagi out of the shower. “Had to use my good knife not one of the stupid kitchen ones.”
Despair has fallen over me
No way to hide the agony
Embracing my calamity
To save myself once and for all
***
Schuldig bolted through the door to the penthouse, calling for both Farf and Nagi. Crawford followed at a slower pace, closing the door that Schuldig had left standing open. Schuldig skidded to a halt as he spotted Farf coming down the stairs.
“He’ll live,” Farf said. “For a smart boy he just doesn’t know how to off himself right. Fortunately. Bleeding had mostly stopped by the time I got here.”
“Do we need to take him to the hospital?” Crawford asked, moving past Schuldig and then Farf.
“Couldn’t hurt,” Farf said. “They’ll want to keep him overnight, probably longer for psych evals.”
“I’m aware,” Crawford said over his shoulder before continuing up the stairs.
***
The nurses glanced uneasily around at the three gaijin in the waiting area. They weren’t sure whom they should be most afraid of, the one eyed man in leather or the one in the three piece suit. Both were equally scary in different ways. The only even vaguely normal one of the group was the orange haired man who seemed far more anxious and worried than the other two were. He’d hovered and harassed the staff to be faster in treating the boy until the man in the suit had dragged him away from the gurney so they could work. None of them believed for an instant that the boy they’d brought in actually belonged with them. But they had all the right paperwork stating the boy had been legally adopted by one Bradley T. Crawford at the age of ten.
The head nurse glared at the lot of them hiding like sniveling cowards behind the desk and went directly to the man in the suit.
“Crawford-san, he’s been treated. His wounds have been cared for and he’s had a transfusion. We would like to keep him overnight for observation and to make certain this does not occur again.”
Crawford nodded. “Of course. We’d like to see him if that would be possible.”
“Certainly, sir. Though I would advise only going in one at a time.”
“Naturally,” Crawford said coolly before turning to Schuldig, who had seemingly magickally appeared at his side. “Go make sure he’s safe, Schuldig.” In every way possible.
Schuldig nodded and slipped quietly into Nagi’s hospital room. He walked over to the bed and stood looking down at the young man in it for a moment. Taking in the heavily bandaged wrists and the raw marks that came from hard scrubbing along his arms, neck and face.
Brad.
What is it, Schuldig?
I think we need to tell him. About what happened to you and I. That way he doesn’t feel so alone in all of this.
Crawford was mentally quiet for a moment. Do you really think that’s necessary?
I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t think it needed to be said, Herr Crawford.
Fine. But keep the details to a minimum. He doesn’t need that shock on top of everything else he’s trying to process.
Ja. I’m not stupid, you know.
“Schuldig,” came Nagi’s voice, seemingly from far away.
“Ja. How are you feeling, kind?”
Nagi looked him directly in the eye and said very slowly, so there was no way he could misunderstand. “I want you to take this from me. I don’t care how.”
“I can’t do that. Not totally. Not without serious damage. It’s possible that if I fuck it up . . . I could kill you.”
“Then kill me.”
Don't say that it isn't so
I'm on a path that you'll
never comprehend
Set me free from all of this
I need you to quicken my end.
***
The song used in this is Criminal by Disturbed.
***
it seems the whole
experience is
Terrible and crippling
The pain is much more than physical
beyond belief
“Why?”
The question was posed to no one but himself and the shower. He braced both hands against the tiled wall and bowed his head forward, letting the water run down his hair and neck. Watching as his blood ran in pinking rivers down the drain as it washed off of his body.
“Why can’t I get clean?” he sobbed, again scrubbing off more skin, trying in vain to remove the feel of unwanted hands. His stomach twisted and he realized he was crying again. “Why won’t it stop?” he choked out, hands sliding down the shower wall as his knees buckled under him, refusing to hold his weight anymore.
“Please, gods, make it stop.”
Eight. Eight years old.
No! I don’t want to!
Stop it! It hurts!
Stop! Stop! STOP!
He curled into a tighter ball, arms around his knees, head on his arms. Water turning cold but still raining down on him.
“Gods, I just want to die.”
As I learn to hide the agony
To make a final remedy
To close the door
once and for all
In a world that I
don't want to know
With a message that I
never want to send
To be free from all of this
I want you to quicken my end
Don't tell me I can not go
With a wound that
refuses to mend
Deliver me from all of this
I want you to quicken my end
***
Schuldig glanced at Crawford out of the corner of his eye. The other man had his head tilted slightly sideways and there was a vague expression on his face that usually wasn’t there and could only mean one thing. Vision. It must have been a short one, Schuldig surmised because Crawford shook it off fairly fast before turning to him.
“We need to be back at the penthouse. Now.”
Schuldig frowned a little. “Why?”
“Nagi,” Crawford said simply, as though that explained the whole thing.
“Scheisse! Same as before?”
“Worse. I believe it’s a full memory this time.”
“Fabulous. How much time do we have before . . .”
“Not much. Ten minutes maximum.”
“Damn it.”
Farf?
What is it, guilty one?
Are you home?
No. But I can be in a few minutes. Why?
Apparently Nagi is remembering again.
Ah. Well, even your handiwork will only last so long. I’ll get him.
Good.
***
Farfarello walked into the apartment ten minutes after his and Schuldig’s mental conversation. He went straight to the bathroom door, knowing where his teammate and friend would be. Odd to think of him as a friend, Farf thought. But that was musing material for another day. He pounded on the door and called for the young man. No response. He tried the knob and found the door locked. Hardly surprising. Hopefully he wasn’t force holding the door with his abilities like last time. He braced himself and took a few steps back before taking a run at the door, putting his shoulder into it hard. The wood splintered and flew everywhere, not that it mattered just then.
“Damnú air!” he swore, reaching to drag an already unconscious Nagi out of the shower. “Had to use my good knife not one of the stupid kitchen ones.”
Despair has fallen over me
No way to hide the agony
Embracing my calamity
To save myself once and for all
***
Schuldig bolted through the door to the penthouse, calling for both Farf and Nagi. Crawford followed at a slower pace, closing the door that Schuldig had left standing open. Schuldig skidded to a halt as he spotted Farf coming down the stairs.
“He’ll live,” Farf said. “For a smart boy he just doesn’t know how to off himself right. Fortunately. Bleeding had mostly stopped by the time I got here.”
“Do we need to take him to the hospital?” Crawford asked, moving past Schuldig and then Farf.
“Couldn’t hurt,” Farf said. “They’ll want to keep him overnight, probably longer for psych evals.”
“I’m aware,” Crawford said over his shoulder before continuing up the stairs.
***
The nurses glanced uneasily around at the three gaijin in the waiting area. They weren’t sure whom they should be most afraid of, the one eyed man in leather or the one in the three piece suit. Both were equally scary in different ways. The only even vaguely normal one of the group was the orange haired man who seemed far more anxious and worried than the other two were. He’d hovered and harassed the staff to be faster in treating the boy until the man in the suit had dragged him away from the gurney so they could work. None of them believed for an instant that the boy they’d brought in actually belonged with them. But they had all the right paperwork stating the boy had been legally adopted by one Bradley T. Crawford at the age of ten.
The head nurse glared at the lot of them hiding like sniveling cowards behind the desk and went directly to the man in the suit.
“Crawford-san, he’s been treated. His wounds have been cared for and he’s had a transfusion. We would like to keep him overnight for observation and to make certain this does not occur again.”
Crawford nodded. “Of course. We’d like to see him if that would be possible.”
“Certainly, sir. Though I would advise only going in one at a time.”
“Naturally,” Crawford said coolly before turning to Schuldig, who had seemingly magickally appeared at his side. “Go make sure he’s safe, Schuldig.” In every way possible.
Schuldig nodded and slipped quietly into Nagi’s hospital room. He walked over to the bed and stood looking down at the young man in it for a moment. Taking in the heavily bandaged wrists and the raw marks that came from hard scrubbing along his arms, neck and face.
Brad.
What is it, Schuldig?
I think we need to tell him. About what happened to you and I. That way he doesn’t feel so alone in all of this.
Crawford was mentally quiet for a moment. Do you really think that’s necessary?
I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t think it needed to be said, Herr Crawford.
Fine. But keep the details to a minimum. He doesn’t need that shock on top of everything else he’s trying to process.
Ja. I’m not stupid, you know.
“Schuldig,” came Nagi’s voice, seemingly from far away.
“Ja. How are you feeling, kind?”
Nagi looked him directly in the eye and said very slowly, so there was no way he could misunderstand. “I want you to take this from me. I don’t care how.”
“I can’t do that. Not totally. Not without serious damage. It’s possible that if I fuck it up . . . I could kill you.”
“Then kill me.”
Don't say that it isn't so
I'm on a path that you'll
never comprehend
Set me free from all of this
I need you to quicken my end.
***
The song used in this is Criminal by Disturbed.