Hi minna-san! I hope you guys like this ^^;; um...C&C at chanc@uakron.edu, please. Oh yeah, there may be blood and torture... ^^;; Also...I had to make some of the characters OOC for the purpose of this fic...thanks! Enjoy!
Dark...it was dark. Omi gave a low groan of pain, and tried to shift to a more comfortable position. Crying out in pain, he folded into himself, curling up into fetal position. I-Itai... Omi pressed a shaky hand to his chest and felt the slick wetness of scarlet blood.
There was a jangling sound behind him, and he sat up quickly, gritting his teeth as a fresh wave of nausea struck him. "Eh...you're awake." The tall man with fiery auburn hair gave him a feral smile and grabbed Omi's arm, hauling him to his feet. Omi let out a strangled gasp as he saw his captor more clearly. "Schuldich?!"
The assassin in question shrugged and grinned again, sending chills down Omi's rigid back, "Crawford wants to see you."
Omi shook his head, disregarding Schuldich's statement, and demanded heatedly, "Where am I!?" Schuldich frowned and grabbed Omi's arm forcibly, ignoring the cerulean-eyed boy's yell of pain, "Listen, we're the ones that are going to ask the questions around here." He then smiled maliciously, "And we'll get our answers...one way or another."
Youji raced towards the descending metal steps on the inside of the wall, trying to catch a glimpse of the plummeting boy. He felt some wetness splatter against his cheek, and held up a gloved hand to wipe away. Youji's eyes widened as his hand came away from his face with dark bloodstains in the dusky fabric. A panicked sense of loss claimed him as he thought the single name that could possibly mean anything to him anymore... Omi... "Bombay!! Come in, Bombay!!" Youji hoarsely yelled Omi's codename into the microphone. He numbly half heard Ken desperately cry Omi's name, as well.
Then, he heard the revolving sound of helicopter blades..."Eh?!" Youji's head whipped around just in time to see Schuldich smirk cheekily and give him a one-finger salute. It wasn't that which had caught his attention...but the fact that behind him, Farfarello was holding a familiar sixteen-year-old boy..."OMI!!!!"
Darkness swirling abysmally around him. Crimson imprints upon stark white cloth and blood-splattered crosses. Where the hell is he?! Glancing around frantically, he took a step forward...and looked down as lukewarm liquid splashed around his feet.
Horrified, he backed away from the sickening visage of glassy soulless cerulean blue eyes.
Youji shot straight up, gasping for air as he felt the dispersing heat of the owner of the eyes in his veins...With a choked sigh, he laid his head in his hand. "Omi...where the hell are you, kid?"
Omi threw his head back, screaming, as he felt the hot lash of the whip flay across his back again. Crawford glanced at him for a moment, smirking, before returning to his hardly tedious task. Farfarello watched with an intensity of one witnessing some amazing spectacle that was a once in a lifetime experience. Schuldich yawned, feigning boredom, and asked calmly, "I'm going to ask you one more time, kid...where're your little assassin friends...?"
Gripping Omi's chin between his index finger and his thumb, he watched the play of pain, anger, and despair flit across the young assassin's eyes.
Trembling, Omi bit his quivering bottom lip, drawing a small trickle of blood. He glowered at Schuldich and said mockingly in a wavering voice, "They're where they are...on planet Earth, in the Milky Way galaxy - " his retort was cut short as Crawford lashed his whip across his shoulder blades. Searing pain blazed across Omi's consciousness, and he gasped fitfully, trying to control the tears in his eyes and the scream caught in his throat.
"Really, Crawford," Schuldich grinned and cocked an eyebrow. "You're having way too much fun doing that..."
Crawford shrugged slightly, and elegantly adjusted his glasses before saying grimly in a soft voice, "I think...we'll need more drastic measures..." He ran the leather whip, slick with blood, over the curve of Omi's back and smiled cruelly at Omi's tortured moan. "...to get information out of this one..."
A feral smiled graced Schuldich's lips as he leaned thoughtfully against the wall. "You're right..."
Farfarello ran his tongue down the cool metal blade of his ever-present knife, "Can I cut him...?" He asked, his voice low and sinister. Crawford smiled and began unbuttoning the collar of his shirt...
Omi squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to flinch as cold metal ran along his chest and collarbone, P-Please...Youji...Aya...Ken... anyone...come save me...
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