Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Insanity Darkness ❯ Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

I don't know if I can do this.

Sure, Mr. Crawford is right. I am a telepath. I don't think that they realize what else is in my power. One day... long ago... I gave thanks to every deity out there that I had two gifts, instead of the usual one. So what if my gifts are weak? I have two. That makes me special.

I would give up my gifts to have pre-cog in an equal power to my telepathy. I don't like this, this not knowing. I lied to Schuldig. I'm afraid that they will go insane. In fact... it's almost a sure bet.

Oh, but my Goddess, this isn't what I imagined. The safe house... it's HUGE! At least five bedrooms... Well, I'm guessing that means that SZ has finally wised up. Of course I won't share a room with anyone. They might try to get me into bed.

What is so interesting about sex, any way? I mean, before the divorce, I... well, that is, I'm not a virgin. But I couldn't feel anything. Well, other than pain, that is. I think that's one of the reasons why he didn't stick around. After all, what man wants to remain married to a woman who doesn't feel anything sexual or romantic?

Alright, so I'm afraid of more than the... "white" members' sanity. I'm afraid of their power. SZ never told me what powers they have. Of course, that might be because they couldn't see what abilities they actually have. Sad, really, uh huh. I'm crying dry tears.

Those Schwarz members... Schuldig and Mr. Crawford. They're kinda... odd. True, I have met odd people in my time, worked with most of them, and am one of them, but... Schuldig is a telepath of greater measure than I. He could try to pluck secrets out of my mind, like I have any. And he could... I don't like that idea.

Mr. Bradley Crawford is rather cold. They way he speaks, it seems that he's a pre-cog. I think I, no, definitely am, jealous. He knows what's going to happen. Goddess, could he know what could happen if I'm in constant contact with people with latent gifts? It's a scary thought.

If I was home, where snow never touches the ground, home in the southern, desert states of the USA, I would be assaulted by a white furred, blue eyed, stone deaf Cloud. I do love him, and I hope my neighbors are taking care of him. Every time SZ sends me on trips like this, I always wish I could bring kitty along. He always makes me feel better.

I'm going to have to take a nap. Being unconscious has to be better than these thoughts. I just hope I can get to sleep.

And that I don't have the nightmares.

Chapter 3