Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Este ❯ Long Ride Away ( Chapter 1 )

Oracle

A/N: Okiesd. I've noticed just how vague the pasts are in this anime, so that's why I've decided to write Brad's.

You may wonder- why Brad? Why not your FAVORITE? And, my favorite assasin is Nagi- but Brad's a close second. At first I hated Brad. I thought he was a MEAN, EVIL, ANNOYING, STUPID, BASTARD.

And each of those was a misconception except for mean, but everyone has a reason, right?I loved his song. I loved EstE. I didn't know why, it was just his haunting voice and how he sounded so SAD the whole time, I actually felt so sorry for Brad that when I found out he was the Aya and not the Omi of the group I was really disappointed. The other day I finally remembered to get the lyrics to estE, and then I fell back in love with poor, poor li'l Bradley. So I decided, I'd write this, another serious fic, because I'm actually pretty good at these long, interestingly in-depth fics. I spent most of today rounding up things about Brad, finding bios, trying to figure which things were rumors, and where I heard which rumor.... And here it is. I'm starting. Tell me if I should just let Brad play target-practice with it.

Chapter One: Long Ride Away

Bradley Crawford looked hesitantly at the person in the carseat next to him. He had asked why they hadn't let him say goodbye to his family, and why he'd never see them again. They had told him that. Told him he was going away, to be helped, to be given training. They hadn't, however, told him training for WHAT. He looked back out the window. He was about seven (almost, going onto seven), wrenched away from the only people he knew and loved...

The only ones that loved *him*. They had been crying. He still saw his dad holding his mother's elbows, shaking his head, telling her it was no use. He saw his sisters clinging to their mother's dress sobbing, asking where he was going and who these men were. Every time he closed his eyes he saw them.

And he'd forever remember only that, only tears, and sadness.

He saw the black sky so similar to his dark hair. It'd been a day then, a day since he'd been taken away. He turned to the man, hating the handcuffs that confined his wrists and the seatbelt that confined every other limb.

Brad: Where are we going?

Man: Go to sleep.

Brad: No! Why was I taken away?!

Man: Just go to sleep.

Brad: Tell me!! Why are you doing this to me?!?!?!?!?

Brad felt tears gather in the corners of his eyes. Stinging tears.

Tears of acid that seared at his eyes. He never cried, and when he did it was when he was in pain. He groped blindly with his bound hands, and a hand grabbed his shoulder.

Man: Sir! He's getting his first precognition! What do I do?

Passenger in front: Just let it go. He has to be able to adapt himself. Let him go.

Man: He's in pain.

Passenger: He has to learn to handle it himself.

Man: You learn from experiance, Sir! Not from guessing! If he tries too hard he can either blind himself or lose his precognition.

Passenger: *shrugs* I'm hoping for the best, then. *looks at Brad* Go on, slugger.

Man: Sir! He's only a child! HE CAN'T STAND THIS.

Passenger: Look, Jeffrey. Most kids with these powers or similar ones don't get found at first, or found at all. They have to learn to beat themselves before they can beat someone else.

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Brad opened his eyes. His deadened honey brown eyes. He hit the wall of the bright white room he was in. White had always been too much for him. Too much to handle, too much to bear. He sighed. At last he could see again. See what was there, what was before him. But then he had Seen someone else, a white-headed blond boy in a church, playing with the other church schoolers who giggled and played....

He used to do that. play, laugh, smile. he closed his eyes and opened them when he saw them again. Saw those crying members of the family these people had taken away-

Brad: I WANNA KNOW WHY!!!!!!!! WHY I WAS TAKEN HERE!!!!!

Passenger from car before: Hello, Brad.

Brad: It's Crawford to you, mister!

Passenger: My name is Professor Clairen. I'll be your caretaker in your years here.

Bradley: How long'm I staying?

Clairen: Depends.

Bradley: I really, honestly, do not feel the need to be here at all. Thank you, goodbye, LEMME GO!

Clairen: I'm sorry- no. Hm. Stand in the center of the room.

Bradley: No. *crosses arms over chest in defiance*

Clairen: Do as I say, child!

Bradley: *sticks tongue out at him*

Clairen: *looks at counterpart who uses telekenises to move Crawford* You really should listen. Hm. Now, stand stil or we'll just have an older pupil come hold you down.

Bradley: *sighs* Fine. *stands still, wondering what thye were doing* 'Maybe they're getting data?'

Clairen: Good boy. Done.

Bradley: *glares* What'd you do?

Clairen: Analyzation. I suggest you get used to it.

Bradley: Get....used to it...?

Clairen: Yes. Okiayu, show him the room he's sharing with you.

Okiayu: Hai! *bows and transports down to Crawford* Let's go, kid.

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Crawford -as he was olbliged and called such and only this- went down the hall. He was tired of Rosenkreuz. Tired of experiments and this stupid labratory. He hated the name of this place. Rosenkreuz. It reminded himor rose quartz and that was PINK. He wore white, he'd adjusted, adapted and made himself like it.this whole place was white, and it was all he wore. He'd long outgrown the outfit he'd come in, so now he wore what they gave him, what he had was what they gave him. He still wore his watch, though. He'd brought it that day, 5 years ago.... He'd stolen batteries from the research lab and he'd kept it working this long. He'd be damned if they'd take this last possesion of his away.

He didn't even own himself. He was a prisoner and he knew it. He was more realistic now. At seven he'd imagined them letting him go, his family running to him yelling about how much they loved him....

But he now knew when that'd happen-

It was somewhere between the friday and saturday after never, actually. But he'd've waited. He would have marked the days off the calendar if he'd known how far away forever was. He turned the corner and headed to the room he'd been told to go to. The room he'd gone to every day for 3 years. The training simulator. It was useless for him. He couldn't move things or get into people's minds. No, he could see the near future, and that was it. He used the simulator for fighting with his fists, for his boxing. He walked in in his usual strut that kept the other Rosenkreuz members at bay. He wasn't arrogant. He had no reason to be- he had no more or less than them, he knew no more, he just felt that if he couldn't leave he would make them want to get rid of him. He was a snobbish brat to the scientists and aloof and easily-irritable around the other hostages. He just didn't want friends. He was here because he was a freak and that was why he'd lost his family, why they'd wonder if he was ALIVE every day, why his mother still cried herself to sleep. And he knew this to be true.

He'd Seen her, been given a premonition she was sobbing, wailing about him. He was causing her grief, causing her pain. He rolled up the sleves to his shirt and the scientist assigned all of them parntners and they squared off. He Saw the boy's attack before it happened. He ducked and suckerpunched him, to smirk as he fell to the ground. He looked over, at a girl glaring at him. She was dealed a black eye by her partner and a slap from the scientist.

Scientist: Pay attention!! Yu're supposed to be training, Keiko!!!

Keiko: I'll train on your face if you ever slap me again!

Scientist: *gasps* You will watch what you say to ME, little one!!

Keiko: Will I?

Scientist: *slaps her again* Insolent child!

She grinned.

Keiko: Yeah. Insolent. But, I warned you.

Keiko punched the man's gut, his cheekbone and delt him two black eyes

Keiko: I told you, sir. *looks back at brad* And I don't care how strong you are. I want you to look around. We're all strong, here, we have to be. We're captured and if you're being a jerk for any reason other than one that's like- you're actually five, but this strong, I see no reason for you to act like you're better than us. Here we're all equal. We've all suffered the same things and we'll be here the equal amount of time. I suggest you take his experiance as a warning. *nudges teacher with foot* Because you may put up more of a fight but that'll just make it harder for you.

She was grabbed from befind and her neck was tilted and a tranqualizer shot into her bloodstream. The two scientists looked at her and sighed.

Scientist1: Keiko again. She's too fierce for her own good.

Scientist2: I'm getting really tired of stunning this little girl.

S1: Go grab him *jerks head at guy she beat up* and take him along.

S2: Oh please! You have to carry a 9-year-old and I have to carry HIM!??!!?

S1: Less whine, more walk.

Crawford stared at the passed out girls' face. Nine? She was that strong at nine? What was her power?

Crawford: She's..... 9....?

S1: You! You over there, help us out, won't you? Carry her, and I'll help you....

S2: Arigotou!

Brad: *blinks when S1 puts girl in his arms* Um....

S2: Didn't you hear him? He said he wanted to WALK, kid!

Bradley: *glare* I sure hope she beats you up next time- that is if you're out of the Ward after I send you there.

S2: Hey-!

S1: It's just Crawford. He's not much of a threat, Yuka.

Yuka: He better watch his mouth!

S1: Eh. He's always like that.

Crawford: Where am I going with this bundle of joy? *forces fake smile*

Yuka: Follow us. .>.<+

Bradley followed, appreciating just how laden with muscle the girl was, and that she wasn't as wiry as some fighters- she wasn't on any diets or anything, and she weighed about right for a 9-year-old, and not a fighter.....

He smiled- almost. He stopped himself just in time. Smile? No. No smiling! WHAT WAS THIS GIRL DOING TO HIM?! He sighed quietly. Even *if* she looked so cute with her little pigtails, and little nose- and those cute little feet only a child could possess..... He shook his head. So *what* if she was kinda cute, and really fiery? What'd he care? He was gonna leave anyway- either by means of breaking out or dying- whatever it TOOK to get away from Rosenkreuz. He walked into the room they went into, and laid her on the bed they indicated. She looked so peaceful, so kawaii, so utterly HELPLESS so-

Brad: Dead.

He turned away, and smirked.

Brad: I'd like to be able to visit her when she wakes up, okay?

The scientists looked at eachother, and seemed to have the same thought- Crawford.... actually CARING about someone?! WHAT A DAY!!!

Yuka: Uhm..... Sure! Yeah.... Go on..... and get to class..... we'll notify you when she wakes up.

Crawford: *chokingly* th-thanks... *struts out* I don't know WHY i just did that..... *looks at watch* Do you guys?

He Saw his parents, their left hands, the weddingbands- then one broke. It just shattered, and he saw his mom fall, fall and not get back up... Her staring green eyes looked up, and her black hair was in a fan around her..... her ever-so pale face.... Her...... deadened eyes.....

He came back, and looked over his shoulder. The scientists turned the corner.... 'my chance...' he thought, and ran to the Ward. He stopped in the doorway.

Keiko: You okay?

Brad: My..... I just Saw my mom..... d-d-d-

Keiko: Fall to the eternal sleep? *he nodded* Yeah. Mine're gone too. Murdered.

Brad: Who would...

Keiko: *looks down, and clenches the bedsheets in her purple-gloved hands* The same people that take little kids from those very same families.

Brad: Rosenkreuz....

Keiko: *looks up* Clairen.

---------------------------WOW! I have a chapter! AMAZING!! I really don't think it's LONG enough, but it's a good cliffhanger!!!!!! DAH-HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH!------------------