Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Go ❯ Wings ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

Omi opened his eyes to darkness. He was lying on something rather soft, and his arms and legs were bound tightly. He struggled for a moment before calming down and assesing his situation. The last thing he remembered was researching on his computer when someone shoved a cloth in his face. He held his breath as long as possible, but his instincts soon won over and he breathed in the sickly-sweet smell of ether. Omi cursed quietly into the dark room. He had no idea of where he was or who's captured him.He was about to try the strength of the bonds when the door came open and the room was flooded with light. Omi squinted and saw two figures enter, one tall and slender and one muscled and hunched over. Omi drew in his breath sharply when their features became clear. Brad Crawford, smirking, was leading Farfello into the room.

"Welcome, Bombay. So good of you to join us." Crawford said, walking up to the bed. Omi pushed himself against the wall, distancing himself from the two men.

"What do you want?" he cried. "I won't tell you anything!"

Crawford chuckled mirthlessly. "My dear boy, we don't need information. We need you." He moved forward to grasp Omi's jaw in one hand. Omi snapped his head away from the touch, slamming his head against the wall in the process. Crawford withdrew his hand, shaking his head.

"Now, now, none of that. We can't have your guinea pig hurting himself, now can we?"

Omi whimpered involuntarily. "Guinea pig?" he whispered.

"Yes, guinea pig." Crawford continued, turning his back and heading towards the door. "But while we're preparing the experiment, I'll let Farfello play with you." He turned from the doorway to adress Farfello. "You musn't kill him, Farfie." He said, then turned and closed the door. Omi's eyes slowly traveled to the man still remaining in the room. Farfello was smiling evilly at him as he brought a short, sharp knife into view.

"The smallest Weiß is innocent, like an angel." He said quietly, advancing towards Omi. "Bleeding angels hurt God."

Omi's breathing became ragged and he pressed himself against the wall. Farfello reached for him and easily pushed him down onto his stomach on the bed. He skillfully cut Omi's shirt off without touching the skin beneath. Omi began to tremble as he felt the knife trace two lines on his back.

"Don't be frightened, angel." Farfello said, stroking the back of Omi's head. Omi choked on a sob. "I'm only letting your wings free." With that, Farfello sank his knife into Omi's back in two lines between his shoulder blades. Omi's back arched and his mouth opened in a silent scream. Farfello leaned forward and began licking the blood from the new wounds like a cat with a bowl of milk. Tears ran down Omi's face and his shoulders shook with repressed sobs.

"Help," he whimpered. "Please…"

Crawford lingered outside Omi's door. He glanced behind him as Nagi walked up.

"What're you waiting here for? I thought you had that… experiment to see to." Nagi said without much interest. Crawford shrugged and turned from the door.

"Just wanted to see if he's screaming yet. What are you doing wandering around? Shouldn't you be on the computer or something?"

Nagi turned. "I just thought you should know, Schuldig's gone."

Crawford cursed. "That idiot! He's going to give us away."

Nagi just shrugged and began walking away. When he was out of Crawford's sight his face relaxed into an expression resembling something like relief.