Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Flawed Arc ❯ Opal ( Chapter 3 )
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiß. Anyone want to spare me the cash so I can buy 'em?
Warnings: Drug use, slight violence, mature themes.
Notes: Technically this is the third in the Flawed series, but it's more of a side fic that adds to body of the arc. You don't need to read the first or second fics to understand this one.
I wrote this directly after an emotional breakdown, so the writing style may be different than my usual style. Hope it isn't too bad.
Opal
by DragonSoul
This ain't real
Baby...
Got a better excuse for myself...
-Mathew Goodband, Failing the Rorschach Test
Exhaust and other fumes filtered down into the hidden space under the overpass, hampering the breathing of the slim boy who hid there. Naoe Nagi could care less. He was there for one reason and the package of opalescent powder in his hands was part of his objective. It had cost him a lot to purchase, but the end product was well worth it.
A candle stub was quickly lit, the flame guttering in the drafts from the cars passing over head. White powder was poured from a nondescript plastic bag onto a plain household tablespoon before being over the flame. Eager eyes watched avariciously as the substance melted, one hand fumbling with a syringe before the liquid opiate was drawn up the needle.
The telekinetic blew out the candle and cleaned the spoon pocketing both. Nagi pushed up the left sleeve of his plain gray uniform, revealing needle tracks that followed the main artery in his arm. A quick test to relocate the vein once more, then the needle separated his skin easily, fingers depressing the plunger and injecting the heroine into his bloodstream. The syringe fell to the ground, thin steel needle bending from the impact as Nagi sat back with a relieved sigh, the expensive narcotic taking effect quickly.
The pressure exerted on his mind by his telekinesis receded, his gift retreating into dormancy until the drug wore off.
This was his escape from the regulations that Esset had placed on him, and that Brad enforced. His chance to be a normal teenager, or as normal as one could be when addicted to a deadly chemical.
Nagi's vision began to blur as the heroine began to take hold, the shadows below the overpass skewing and transforming into erethreal creatures of shadow. A quiet giggle escaped bloodless lips as the creatures took on unbelievable shapes and performed unimaginable acts to the amusement of the disoriented teen.
His body jolted as the main body of the hit flooded his synapses, pupils becoming fixed as his body fought to compensate from the overdose. The shadows that had seemed so welcoming changed, turning into menacing creatures of nightmare. The telekinetic screamed silently as they advanced, flailing limbs knocking over the small bag and spilling the costly opalescent powder across the rough ground.
This was wrong. After all the hits he'd ever done, nothing like this had ever happened. Glazed blue eyes darted to the empty package that had held the heroine, unnoticing of the spilled contents lying beside it, horror and fear at the thought of overdose pushing him ever further from reality.
Paralyzed, with the overpass amplifying the low growl of the motors passing above the boy into a deafening roar, Nagi's vision began to black out, the hallucinations becoming more and more sinister. A strangled croak was all that emerged as his lips parted, a pitiful cry for help that wouldn't have been heard under normal circumstances.
A dark haze filtered over his eyes, his body falling still except for the occasional twitch of dying nerves. Nagi made one last attempt to call for help, screaming mentally for anyone who could hear him, anyone who could help him.
Within moments there was no movement in the slim body.
The shadows had retreated as the sun crossed the sky, falling back into submission by the time the telepath appeared. A distasteful sneer curled his lips as he drove the toe of his shoe into the unconscious boy's side. "Stupid bitch! Get the hell up now!"
A low moan wrung itself from Nagi's unresponsive body, limbs twitching faintly like those of a dying insect, but no other answer was forthcoming.
Anger flashed like sudden lightning across Schuldich's face, a warning of impending rage. The German crouched down on the balls of his feet, weight distributed awkwardly, one hand tangling in gossamer fine sable hair and yanking Nagi's head up. A harsh slap resounded through the small space as the telekinetic's slack face was snapped violently to the side with the force of the contact. Glazed eyes the color of rain wet asphalt opened as pain blossomed on dullened nerve endings, jolting him out of unconsciousness. "Uhhhhnnnng..."
Schuldich glared at the debilitated boy, anger and annoyance clear in every line of his body as he yanked cruelly on Nagi's hair before untangling his fingers from the fine strands, several torn free from the telekinetic's scalp as they caught on the gun calluses and uneven nails. "Next time you try to OD, don't bother calling for help." The red head's lips twisted in a sarcastic smirk as the toe of his shoe scuffed through the spilt heroine, the powder mixing with the gravel and dust of the ground, the glimmering opal substance lost with in the crushed stone and dirt.
And Nagi's blood began to hunger for his dangerous addiction.
One more hit.
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First of all, I do NOT approve of the use of narcotics and controlled substances. So don't get the wrong impression and think that I'm a druggy.
For those of you who are wondering if my facts are true, I have no idea. My knowledge of drugs is limited to what I read.
R&R onegai!
I'm in desperate need of Farf's coat. Any ideas where I can buy/steal one?