Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Cold Love Twisted Love ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter Five

Schuldich didn't seem too overly shocked by the sudden shower of bright pink light and downy white feathers gently drifting through the air. No, he was more interested in the fact of Usagi's current state of dress, or would that be undress? He smirked as the light show finished and a new gate was opened. "Sailormoon, I see. Now it makes sense. Though I wouldn't stay that way if I were you, though I'm enjoying the view." He trailed off and tilted his head to the side, his dark green eyes narrowing slightly as he stood almost listening to something that Usagi herself couldn't hear.

Timidly she took a step forward towards the door while he was distracted. Her pure white feathers seemed to ruffle as she grabbed hold of the handle and started to pull. Or at least that was her intention; as soon as her gloved hand touched the door it was thrown open and she was thrown roughly to the ground.

"I believe I told you to stay away from her, Schuldich." The well dressed man from before entered the room, his eyes narrowed as he examined the scene. If he was shocked at seeing Sailormoon where one Usagi had once stood, he didn't show it.

The German nearly snorted but shut his mouth. He should have realized with the gate opening for him, it would open for the others as well. It shouldn't have shocked him that Brad would realize what he was up to. He pulled out yet another cigarette and cupped the fragile end of it as he lit it up. His plans had been slightly dismantled. His head lifted slightly and he glanced at the doorway as he felt a sudden urge to kill coming from one of the members in the room. His frown was invisible to all as he noticed Farfarello had caught sight of their resident angel. An angel... He had to take a step backwards as the pure hate seemed to roll off Farfarello in waves. He didn't want to simply kill her anymore, not just taint her; he wanted to mutilate her. "Bad move, Fraulin," he advised as he left the room. He hated falling into Farfarello's mind. It was pure darkness and insanity. He couldn't stand being there for longer than necessary.

Crawford frowned faintly as he seemed to gaze out behind the interior of the small room. "Schuldich, you'll come with Nagi and me. Farfarello, don't kill her, our employers don't care about any damages as long as she's alive, so show some restraint." For a moment his impersonal eyes caught the shaking girl's. "I won't be responsible for any incidents that happen if you choose to return to your other identity," he commented as he left the room knowing full well that Schuldich would follow; he didn't have a choice. He was well aware that the girl would suffer, but according to his gift, she wouldn't be dead by the time they returned. Besides, taking Farfarello with them was one of the ways that their mission could fall to pieces.

Usagi watched rightly horrified as the group of three, the mysterious kid that seemed to be called Nagi was apparently waiting outside the door, left her with the raging lunatic with a sharp knife. She wanted to scream at them to not leave her, but they were her captors. She couldn't just beg for her own release until that girl was safe. It was the only right thing to do. She heard a footstep behind her and whirled to make eye contact with the strange demented one. When had he come back? She took a step backwards as her eyes darted to the sides looking for an escape route. The way he was staring at her now. It was different than before. He looked even more insane than when he had been torturing that other girl.

"Angel..." Farfarello's voice was almost soft as he stared at her. If it weren't for that insane glimmer in the golden orb she'd almost think he was going to bow down and worship her! "You're one of His. Aren't you?" he actually seemed a bit more coherent than before, and that scared her more than anything.

She took another step backwards and felt her back pressing against the cold wall as he basically stalked her. She opened her mouth to tell him to leave her alone and that she wasn't going to let him hurt that girl again, when he roughly grabbed one of her pristine wings. She gasped in shock and tried to struggle out of his grip but realized it was like an iron claw. If she struggled anymore she'd feel that she'd manage to actually rip the wing itself off.

His eye closely monitored the fear that was rising into her blue eyes. That's what he had wanted earlier, not now. He was beyond his simple desires now. She was an angel after all, one of His. Angels weren't there for him when he needed them, so why should he let this one escape? They had such high ideas and morals. He wanted her to crumble as he slit her throat. He wanted her to curse God for forsaking her. He wanted all of that. And yet he was bound by Crawford's silly rules. But until he was given full permission to finally kill her, he was going to make her suffer, and what had made her suffer most of all?

Usagi winced as he plucked one of her feathers from her wing. She tried once again to shake him off so that she could attempt to call her tier. She hadn't realized he was so fast; she had forgotten his display of speed in the other room, and it had cost her. She couldn't even try to lose her transformation as long as he had such a solid grip on her. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and realized he was staring at the spot where he had plucked the flawless feather, or to be more accurate, he was staring at the drop of blood that was welling from the spot. She tensed as his other hand pulled the knife closer and she bit back a scream as she realized he was starting to scrape the blade across her tender wings.

It was barely touching her at first. He wanted to make her suffer mentally and physically, wanted her to believe that it wouldn't be that bad. That she wouldn't be in pain. His golden eye observed every shiver he invoked out of her as his blade ran deftly over the outline of her wing, and then scraped down the inside of it. As he repeated the action he noticed her tenseness vanish and with a self-satisfied smirk on his lips he plunged the blade straight through her wing until the tip was actually sticking out of the other side. Her scream filled him with elation and he laughed as she struggled and managed to hurt herself by tearing the fragile wing even more.

After what seemed like an eon to her she felt the blade, now warmed with her own blood, being slowly pulled out and ceremonially being cleaned by having it wiped against the rest of the pure white feathers on that side. She knew that with as much pain as she was in, there was no way she could manage to keep her transformation much longer. A sudden thought sent a chill through her and she bit back a sob that pulled at her lips. What if Mamo-chan had felt her transformation? Or what if he had felt her pain? She couldn't bear for him to go through something like this, to be attacked by weird psychos with knives.

Her thoughts stopped as Farfarello managed to grab her other wing. Why hadn't she been paying more attention? If she had turned her mind away from the blinding pain if only for a few moments, she would have realized she had been free. But no, she had been so caught up in keeping her mind off the agony that he had managed to get hold of her good wing as well. She could already feel the now clean blade gently ruffling her feathers as he rubbed them the wrong way and forced them to separate.

"Angel, why didn't you save them?" His eye narrowed in near hatred as he stared at her. She wasn't sure if he was accusing her or if he was pleading with her. Where had his insanity vanished to a mere moment earlier? "Why?" The knife paused at the top of her wing and gently traced a pattern. "If you don't tell me, I'll cut off your wings." He almost seemed to chuckle at that thought. "You can't fly to Him and make Him happy if they're gone. You'll be stuck here forever and He won't be able to save you."

Usagi frowned. She was tired of being this madman's stress doll. "Who is this 'He' you keep talking about? And I'm not an angel! I am Sailormoon, champion of love and justice!" She wasn't sure if the last line was the right thing to say or not, because the odd waffling personality had vanished in an instant and now he looked serious again.

"Love?" he spat. "Justice?" his sneer was evident from just his tone. "Where was justice when they were slaughtered? Where was love when He abandoned them though they followed everything He said! Where were you then?" Before she could respond he put pressure on the knife and watched as pain flashed across her face. He smiled in triumph as blood dropped down the blade and stained the flawless white wing. Without warning he let go of her wing and stepped back to admire his work. It was starting to look better. Red was smeared across her wings and barely any white was showing. He would fix that. But first- He wanted to break her; he knew just how to do that.

Usagi found she was finally alone and leaned against the wall as she panted heavily. What was she going to do? What could she do? Her options were limited and she was in such intense pain from her wounds. Why had he left her side? Was he planning to kill her now? She fought back a sob and struggled to her feet. Her body swayed in protest as she weakly took a step forwards. She desperately wanted to lose her transformation, but she remembered the words of caution from the businessman. Was it worth the risk to escape this blinding pain?

While Usagi had been in heavy debate mode, Farfarello had retrieved the next step of his plan and pulled a shaking sobbing girl into the room as he locked it behind him. He watched as tear-filled doe brown eyes found the angel and they widened. "Sailormoon?" her voice was scratchy at best, but such relief filled it upon seeing the heroine that Usagi felt a new surge of strength warm her bones.

Usagi could only stare in a state of numbed horror as the girl slowly began to realize just what state the super heroine was in. She noticed Farfarello watching closely from the side, waiting. But what was he waiting for? The thought irked her and she tried to gather the strength to summon her tier. If she could do that...maybe she could stop him. She closed her eyes and attempted to call the magical device to her, when she heard a startled shriek.

A handful of limp brown hair fluttered to the floor as Farfarello smiled. He didn't sheathe his knife as he held it firmly against his prey's throat. The loss of some of her locks was only to get the attention of the angel who had been ready to fight. He wasn't going to let her triumph so easily. He was going to make her regret not helping him. Make her regret every single moment of pain he had endured. He was going to make her suffer, and he was going to enjoy doing it.

"Please, let me go!" The girl was sobbing openly and no longer had the will to fight in her. She had seen what had happened to Japan's favorite heroine, and she didn't want the same fate. "You want that blonde girl, right? Just let me go and keep her! You don't need us both."

Farfarello seemed vastly amused and almost smiled. "Kill the blonde, and you can go." He watched as the angel's eyes opened as wide as humanly possible. Of course the girl didn't realize the blonde and the angel were one and the same, so satisfying.

"You can't!" Usagi protested. "You can't be a killer like he is! It's wrong!" She forced herself to take a step forward and focus on not collapsing in front of her enemy. "Stop," she whispered as she saw the knife
flash in the dim light like some cobra waiting to strike.

The girl swallowed nervously and nodded slightly, not wanting to nick her throat after all. "I'll do it." Farfarello smirked at the words, his eye beginning to shine with an almost inner light. "I'll kill the blonde if you
free me." Her brown eyes were still full of fear but they now held a resolute light. To save her life she'd be willing to take the life of someone else.

"Let her go!" Usagi demanded. "She has nothing to do with this, just let her go!" She didn't notice Farfarello's eye narrow. She didn't notice the pure fury shimmering to life in that golden eye. "Leave her alone," she whispered in desperation, her voice shaking with barely held back emotions.

Pure unadulterated fire burst to life inside that lone golden sphere. How dare she. He was going to make this angel rue the day she was born. He was going to make her pay for caring about the stupid girl that had offered to betray her to keep her own life. The angel had made her greatest mistake as she constantly pled for the safety of the other girl.

He snapped.

Usagi screamed a warning to the girl, who was under the impression that she was safe, as a silver flash caught Usagi's eye and a sudden shower of ruby red droplets fell to the floor in a rough splatter. "NO!" Usagi watched in shock and helplessness as the girl collapsed to her knees her eyes so wide and her mouth hanging open.

Farfarello's blade was impaled in the girl's side, near her hip where he wouldn't have to worry about the blade missing and merely scraping against a rib bone. He jerked roughly on the knife as he yanked it out of her and smirked as the shock wore off and the girl screamed endlessly. It was music to his ears. His eye flickered to the angel and he laughed as he realized she was crumpled on the ground in a sea of blood-stained feathers and tears. "Are you happy, Angel?" He chuckled as he licked the long silver blade and his eye locked on hers.

Usagi was shaking. It was all she could do to not lose her transformation. Of course she knew he was dangerous, of course she had realized he was a killer. But...she hadn't been prepared for this. She hadn't been prepared for him to torture an innocent soul in front of her, to slowly drain the life out of those frightened brown eyes. Those eyes that were locked on her as if screaming that they were betrayed by the feather endowed girl

Farfarello basked in the screams of his prey as he held her closer. The scent of her blood was intoxicating to him and he had to hold himself back in order not to spill anymore of it. He wanted every tile of the floor to glow like a flawless ruby; he wanted the angel's wings to be saturated so badly that they'd forever be crimson. He groaned aloud with his need and wants and barely suppressed himself. Not yet. He couldn't make a move yet.

Usagi had fallen to the ground and held her stomach as she felt it recoil in horror as a steady steam of red pooled beneath the pair. Why couldn't she gather the strength to get to her feet and stop him? She tried to force herself to remember her friends, to try to recall what Rei might have said in this situation. But she couldn't do it. She couldn't do anything but shake in fear as she saw the silver blade gliding over the tanned skin. She wanted to be brave, to try to be the Princess she was once, or maybe the Queen she was destined to be, but she just couldn't! She backed a step away with a sob as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. She was scared.

He could feel her fear. It was empowering to know that the angel was terrified of him. But he wanted more than just fear; he wanted her to curse Him, to know what it felt like to be helpless as someone was taken away in front of you and you could do nothing to stop it. She wasn't in any shape to stop him now. Even if she wanted to stop this, she couldn't. They both knew it.

The girl gave a soft cry and gave a last valiant struggle at the same time the silver blade sang as it was thrust through the air towards its target. Because of her movement the blade did not sink into her rapidly beating heart as expected. Instead he felt it slide into a slightly less stable organ with a small pop and he withdrew his knife and laughed.

Usagi gave a strangled cry as the girl's eyes widened in even more tears and blood started to trickle from both her nose and the corner of her mouth. She seemed to notice this and whimpered and sobbed before realizing something horrible. She couldn't breathe. Usagi was forced to watch as the nameless girl flopped around on the floor like a fish out of water as she struggled to take a breath. Her skin was quickly changing colors and the sound of his laughter seemed to fill every corner of the room.

Usagi willed the ragged remains of her courage as she forced herself to her feet and focused on her brooch. She was going to save her. She wouldn't care if the insane man tried to kill her; she had to save that girl! "Gin-"

Her cry was halted in mid-breath as the blue-faced girl stared at her and desperately tried to communicate. In that brief second, Farfarello had swooped down like a bird of prey and this time managed to plunge his long blade into the heart of the girl on the ground. He twisted the handle of the blade viciously and smirked as he took a step backwards and watched the angel's reaction.

Usagi could only watch in shocked silence as the life in those vivid brown eyes faded out to nothing and had to hold back her instinctive reaction to gag. Those accusing brown eyes stared up at her as if blaming her for all of this, and it was true. This was all Usagi's fault; she hadn't fought hard enough to save this poor soul. She could do nothing but watch as he easily pulled the bloody blade out and actually smiled cruelly at her. "God doesn't even heed his own angel's cries."