Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Head Trip ❯ Head Trip ( Chapter 1 )

 

Do you want to know what you are? You are laughable. The whole lot of you. Well, I can't say that truly. There are some who are worthy of my time and genuine interest but they are few and far between.

 

Do you want to see what I see? Come now, you chose me to call a worthless gaijin. Let me show you my worth. I guarantee you won't be bored. No? Oh, I'm sorry, did I make you think you had a choice? You don't.

 

Let's start with something simple, hmm. Something you'll understand easily. Ah, look, see the scurrying student? Running to class, backpack heavily laden with books on poetry and the classics. Spouting high minded sanctimonious tripe and belittling others in order to make themselves feel better about their worthless little life. Until today. Do you know why that changed? Look inside with me. Do you see it? They've realized that the degree they worked so hard for, spent four years of their lives garnering isn't worth shit in the real world. Let me poke that neural pathway. Let me whisper the truth in your tiny mind a bit. Few people speak the way you do and those who do have far better things to do than harassing others about what they do with their lives when they have none. Ohhh, so sorry, sweetheart. Hit a nerve? Let me hit a few more. You are nothing. A coward who hides behind the classics and pseudo-intelligence in an attempt to make others feel inferior because you know you're worthless. Awwww. Meltdown. You're no fun anymore. Let's move on, shall we.

 

See the pretty woman sitting with her children? Want to know why her babies are looking tired? They spent the night holding back mommy's hair while she vomited up the booze she'd swallowed. She swears she'll never do it again. Swears she'll set things right with her babies and husband. Liar. You know you won't. Just one more drink, it won't hurt anything. Just one more for the road, one more to dull the pain of a mediocre existence, one more to dull the kids crying and a husband who doesn't give a shit. One more to make life easier. One more to make the pain go away. Your children and husband would be better off without you in their lives. Maybe you should leave like you've been planning to all along. You could wander off into the sunset and be free and easy. Yes, that's it, go on. Too easy. Come on.

 

This one might be interesting. See the man in the business suit with his pretty little daughter? She's nine by the way. He rapes her every night because she's his and he can do what he wants with her. Because she tempts him to do it night after night. At least that's what he tells her, isn't it? That along with, don't tell Mommy because she wouldn't believe you. Don't tell anyone at school or anywhere else because they won't believe you either. Don't tell. Do you believe him, little one? Do you think for a moment that you deserve this? Next time he tries, take the knife you have hidden under your pillow and use it. It will spare some other little girl maybe. Much better.

 

Now this one is the best out of the bunch so far. See the good, upstanding citizen getting into his car? He's hurrying away from the scene of his crime. His girlfriend told him she was pregnant and that she was going to his wife if he didn't support her and the child. He strangled her with his bare hands and dumped her into the river. She'll probably surface in a few days or get snagged by a fishing boat once she floats to the top. Nasty things bodies in water. They bloat and swell up to almost three times the person's normal size, the skin starts to slough off eventually and the fingernails peel back. Disgusting really.

 

Oh shit. I guess that was too much for you. Fainted dead away, hmm. What the hell kind of an assassin are you? Oh well. So much for my fun.

 

Schuldig, what the hell are you doing?

 

You said to go entertain myself, Herr Crawford, so I was.

 

Get back here. We have a mission.

 

Ja, ja.

 

I wonder if you can still hear me while you're unconscious. If you can, keep this thought in mind. I am a bastard because I know the truth people would rather ignore in themselves. Sleep tight, kitten. Pleasant nightmares.