Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Prayers of the Fallen ❯ Past and Present ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: Past and Present

"So who are?"

She continued to shovel chicken-fried rice into her mouth greedily while choosing to ignore the suited man she had learned was the leader of this 'group', Brad Crawford. She then swollowed and looked at him blankly, which seemed to only anger him.

"Damnit it! Answer me!" he yelled, slamming his fist down on the kitchen table.

"Hey,hey! Calm down Brad." the one called Shuldig said, smirking at her. "Let her eat. I bet she's hungry after -" he stopped, looking a tad uneasy.

Eversor's mind was worn out, so she couldn't read his mind without overloading and then blacking out. So he decided to use the rudimentary method.

"What? After what?"

All assembled adopted Shuldig's look of unease. All except the isane murderer aptly name Farfarello. He was smiling again. Then surprisingly, for the first time since she had awaken, he spoke.

"There was blood. Lots of blood."

At the mere mention, she remembered what she had done. The transmitter. Esset as tagged her with a some homing-transmitter device so they could find her. Well, she had fixed that. She remembered searching for it, searching inwardly throughout her body trying to find it. Then she did, it was in her abdomen, near her stomach. So she had...

"You pulled it out."

Eversor looked up at Schuldig in surprise. A yes, he was a strong telepath, he could hear her thoughts. She nodded. Then Shuldig procceeded to tell the others.

"...And she pulled it out herself. With her own hand she tore open her stomach, reached in, and pulled the transmitter out." He looked at her, near shock washing briefly over his face. Another grunt-like laugh was heard from Farfarello's direction.

"Farf, you're sick." Schuldig stated, turning to the scarred young man, who was playing with his knife still.

Eversor could feel the man's thoughts, they were so free, and she was too weak to block them out. He liked her now only on the basis that she had purposely inflicted pain on herself. The technicalities were nothing to him, just the resultant pain mattered, and sickeningly enough, he approved. She cringed slightly.

"What was amazing-" came the soft voice of Nagi, the young boy. "-was that your body healed itself, and inhumanly fast too." Then his face changed again, only to one of curiosity. He reiterated Brad Crawford's previous question. "Who are you?"

Eversor sighed heavily, remembering the events of her past, but being careful to shield her mind. Schuldig smirked, realizing she'd done this to keep him out. Then she began.

"I am an Esset experiment. My codename is Apocalypse. I am what they called a Talent. I was created to be the ultimate weapon." she paused, looking, in turn, at each of the faces surrounding the table. She even chanced a quick glance at Farfarello in the corner, who seemed preoccupied with his blade.

"What's a Talent?" Nagi asked softly.

"The Esset scientists started to call anyone with psychic powers, Talents; I think they read too many sci-fi novels, personally-" Schuldig snickered. "- and I'm the highest ranking Talent."

"And why is that?" Brad Crawford asked gruffly, glaring at her.

"Because I can do it all - read minds, control people, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, teleportation - the works." she responded softly, almost sad, like she wished it were all a big lie. She didn't happen to mention though that she was also superhumanly fast, strong and intelligent, and could heal rapidly. Hey, they didn't ask. Yet, anyways.

"If you were sent here to destroy us, then why are you telling us this?" Crawford asked. Rude, irrational man, Eversor thought.

"Why would she show up on our doorstep bleeding half to death if she were here to destroy us?" Nagi retorted. This was the first time she had heard any sort of anger in the boys voice.

You haven't been here for a day even, and you're starting to relate to this boy? She berrated herself.

"Misdirection. Playing on our emotions." he argued. "Not that we should have any." he muttered under his breathe, but Eversor heard him.

"Are you cracked? She maimed herself to keep Esset from finding her. Now justify that in her plan to kill us." Schuldig offered calmly, but with a smirk. Did that ever go away or is it permenant?

She watched them argue about either side of whether or not she was sent to kill them. Crawford seemed adamant that she was, Schuldig and Nagi that she wasn't, and Farfarello seemingly passive in the corner, admiring his weapon and completely ignoring the bout. From what she had read and heard of these men, this was not what she has expected. They seemed nothing like their files. Well, except Crawford, he really was an asshole. At least that was her assessment for the moment. Maybe he'll prove otherwise. She laughed in her head.

"Fine!" Crawford yelled out, silencing everyone immediately. This outburst even coused Farfarello to pause his admiration of his knife.

"She lives for now!" he yelled again, probably to remind all that he was in command. "You two will watch her since you're so convinced she's not a spy come to dispose of us. But if she steps out of line, you're both dead anyways. Understood?" Both of his opponents nodded in agreement. "Good." Then Crawford stalked out of the kitchen.

"Well, now that that's settled." Schuldig sat himself down across of Eversor, smirking still. There was a moment of silence between all in the room, aside from the small noises Farfarello's movements made.

"I can't thank you enough, Nagi, Schuldig--"

"Please, call me Schu."

Eversor nodded.

"You were the first people I thought of, I don't know why, maybe because I had been reading your files, and you've all been at odds with Esset a couple times. I came here in the hope that you would hide me until they lost interest." she looked down on the table.

"Eve, look, this is a pretty awkward situation." Schu said.

"Yes," Nagi chimed in. "Though we may have deffended you, we don't know for sure if you aren't really here to kill us. We're hoping that you're not." his eyes seemed to be hoping that the latter was true. Then logic returned to her.

"Why did you guys save me?" Schu gave a small laugh, then answered.

"Just because Weiss thinks we're heartless bastards doesn't mean we are." then he added with a wider than usual grin. "Well, Brad may be. And Farf, well, Farf's just a nutcase, ain't that right Farf." he turned in his seat to look at his fellow colleague, who had started to occupy himself with carving things into the kitchen wall.

"Farf! Stop that! Brad's going to freak. Stop it!" by now he had rushed over to the younger man and grabbed his knife from him. Farfarello looked about ready to tackle Schu to take his weapon back, when Schu asked.

"Why must you do things like this?"

And with a smile, Farfarello replied.

"It's vandalism. Vandalism is against the law and therefore is against God."

Oh, this is going to be fun, Eve thought sarcastically to herself.