Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Prayers of the Fallen ❯ Enter the Destroyer ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1: Enter The Destroyer

She was desperate. It was a long shot that they would help her, but she had to try. She cried out as the pain in her abdomen shot through her like a hot poker, making her double over. If it hadn't been raining already, the ground would be wet for another reason. She was losing blood and fast. She had to get to them.

She focused her talents, her mind searching for them. Ah, there they are, she thought weakly, and continued to trudge her way down the cracked sidewalk, the rain pummelling her sore body. She struggled to keep herself conscious, she was almost there.

She walked up the walk, screaming in her mind for she hadn't the strength to knock on the door.

//Help me! Open the door!//

***

"Ahh!" Schuldig grabbed his head and fell to his knees. The pain was immense. It felt like a million or so people were yelling in his ears.

//Help me! Open the door!//

"Schu! What's wrong?" Nagi ran to his friends side, though apprehensive as to whether or not to touch him. He'd been knocked across a room once during a similar incident.

Schuldig was trembling due to the pain in his head, but managed, through clenched teeth, the utter a response.

"Open the fuckin' front door."

By this time, Crawford had run into the room, with an irrate looking Farfarello close behind.

"What's goin on in here?!" Crawford demanded.

Nagi didn't answer for he was running for the front door in the hopes that it would do something to stop his friends pain. He grabbed onto the knob, twisted, and swung the door open. In front of him, slumped up against the door frame, was a shadowed figure. Just then lightening jolted across the black sky and for an instant, Nagi saw what he thought was a feminine face, though horribly torn with pain. The stranger groaned, clutching her stomach, and fell inside, bringing Nagi down with her.

"What the..." Crawford stalked into the front foyer to see Nagi on the floor with the stranger, now craddled in his arms. Nagi looked up at his leader.

"She's hurt."

***

Darkness, a quickly receeding darkness. No, don't let me wake. I don't wish to wake up ever again. Against her wishes, her eyes began to flutter, the light pourring unbidden into her sore eyes. She moaned, trying to move. Suddenly, she was aware of something cold an very sharp pressed against her throat. Her eyes flew open.

There, sitting right beside her was a young man, older than herself though. He had short white hair and an patch over one eye. He smiled at her, and with that his thoughts came rushing at her. He wanted to kill her. She panicked. Sommuning all the power her tired and worn body could muster, she used her telekinesis to pick her attacker up about five feet off of the ground and threw him as hard as she could into the closest wall. She stared at him wide-eyed as after the loud crack of him crashing almost through the wall, he stood up and smiled menacingly at her, and still holding his knife.

Just then, another man, with wild red hair, ran in the room. After quickly looking at the situation, he yelled over his shoulder.

"Hey! She's awake!"

She tried to stand up, these men, especailly the one with the knife, were scaring her. She only manage to stand for a brief three seconds before she fell back down onto the couch she had been laid on earlier.

"Hey, don't freak out, alright. Farf's just a little..." he circled his finger near the side of his head, a gesture that the said knife weelding pirate was crazy. The newest man smirked at her.

Soon enough, two more men ran into the room. One, a tall, business-like male with black hair and glasses, and the second a young boy, most likely younger than herself. They both started to walk closer. Again, she panicked. She errected an energy shield around herself, or at least tried, she was drained. After the fourth failed attempt, she made the feeble threat of "Stay away from or else." This seemed to taken as an invitation by the man called Farf.

"Farf! No. Stay back." the business man commanded. Farf stopped, looking disappointed.

While she was staring, nearly horrified at Farf, who had pointed his knife at her then proceeded to lick its blade, she didn't notice that the young boy had sat down beside her. Once she noticed his weight on the couch, she looked at him, trying to throw him into a wall as well, but failed. She was too tired, and, he too was telekinetic. He was staying put.

"It's ok." he cooed. "You're safe now."

She wanted to believe his soothing words, but then one quick glance to Farf made her doubt them.

"Don't worry 'bout Farf." said the redhead. "We'll keep him under control."

And against her better judgement and training, she believed him. Then her attentions returned to the brown haired young man beside her.

"What's your name?" he asked casually. His voice was calming her every nerve. It was relieving.

"Eversor." she chocked out. Her throat was immensely sore.

"That's such a lovely name." he said, smiling. "What does it mean? If you don't mind me asking."

She looked down at her hands, then back into his large brown eyes. Entrancing really.

"It's Latin. It mean 'Destroyer'."

The boy's face in front of her seemed to fall, almost in sadness. She looked at the tohers present. The man in the suit looked almost angry, the redhead seemed pensive, then Farf; she looked at him, pondering his thoughts. All he did was give a small grunt that she interpereted as an amused laugh.