Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Prayers of the Fallen ❯ Early Mornings ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3: Early Mornings

Again the darkness. Maybe this time I can stay forever. Yes, away from all the words and pain and...my curse. Oh God, yes. If you were ever to do anything right it would be to lift this curse from me. Please!

Wait...

Who's there!...

No! Stay away. Please. STAY AWAY!!!!!!

Eve bolted upright, breathing heavily. She sat there for a few moments, trying to get her barings, letting her eyes conform to the darkness. She was in a room, very plain; just the bed she was laying in and a seemingly unused dresser on the far wall. The only light came from a small window, barred of course. She didn't blame them really, for being a little cautious.

She stood up, stretching a bit, her body still sore, especially her stomach. Oh well, that will go away soon enough. What was important was her mind was nearly up to par again. She could break out of there right that moment if she had half a mind to, but what was the point? She' d only be on the run again. No, this would do for now.

She grew suddenly aware of her throat being sore.

I need a glass of water.

Eve walked over to the door, gently grabbing the knob and...it wouldn't move. Locked. Crawford really does think I'm going to kill him. She laughed softly to herself. Ya, but like this is going to stop me.

She closed her eyes and envisioned the lock mechanism. Ah, there we go. She heard a soft click and went for the door knob again; it turned, but the door still wouldn't open.

"What the...damnit, more locks." she whispered.

She proceeded to unlock ever bolt, padlock and combination on the otherside of the door, making a note to be quiet so as to not disturb the others in the house. She slowly opened the door; it was heavy. Is that steel inside? Interesting.

She then proceeded to carfully make her way down the dank hall, pausing only briefly to stare at a particularly solemn looking door. It wasn't that it was damaged in any way, quite the contrary, it looked absolutely flawless. What was strange about it was that it seemed to emminate a sort of feeling, like the inanimate wood - assuming that's really what it all was - felt just as the occupants of the building did. It felt sad, lonely and missunderstood, but most of all, angry and distrustful.

Eve quickly put this out of her mind. She needed to find the kitchen, get a glass of water and back up to her little jail cell before anyone knew she had gotten out. She walked in the dark; not a problem really, she could see better in the dark anyway. Just as she stepped over the threshold, she felt a knot form in her stomach. She stiffened momentarily. Damn, I need to get some water fast, that will make this damn condition subside for a while, I hope.

She made quick business of finding a tall glass and moving to the fridge to look for ice water. Luckily there was an entire pitcher. She grabbed it hastily and filled her glass. She closed the door and was about to take a sip when a tired and very irritated voice shattered the silence.

"What are you doing out of your room?"

It was Schuldig, his flaming hair, which had been held back by a bandanna before, was now falling wildly around his face. She could tell by both his expression and the tone of his voice that he wasn't pleased in the least that she was wandering around the house in the middle of the night.

"You didn't really think that all those locks would hold me, did you?" she asked mockingly as she began to gulp down her water. Schuldig relaxed slightly, almost as if defeated. He shook his head.

"No, I didn't, but Crawford inssisted. He said it would make him sleep easier knowing you were locked away."

Eve raised a sarcastic eyebrow as she replied.

"Is that how he justifies locking Farfarello up?" Again, Schuldig's body seemed to fall slightly.

"I don't like it either, Eversor, but sometimes he gets a little out of hand. We can't be awake around the clock to make sure we're not killed by an insane teammate." he sighed heavily. He really hated having to lock his friend up.

"I'm sure that if you all gave him more respect, he wouldn't be so irrate towards you all."

"You don't live here, you don't know him, how would you know." he snapped back, both from drowsiness and being irritated by her judgements. Eve decided to change the subject.

"How did you know I was out?"

Schuldig rubbed his eyes vigorously, then shook his head just as hard before answering.

"You're pressence alone is enough to wake me, though surprisingly enough, when you walked by my door, I couldn't hear your thoughts." he paused a moment, collectin his thoughts. "Why is that?" Eve smiled.

"I can shield my mind - a very useful trick - meaning that my mind is private, no one can get in and nothing can get out." The redhead seemed almost in awe, looking nearly wistful at the mere prospect of his mind being his own and no one else's thoughts invading it.

"It's hard isn't it, trying to be an individual when so many people are flowing through your mind." She stated softly as she reopened the refrigerator and poured herself another glass of water. He only nodded.

"It was like that for me in the beginning, before I learned to shield myself."

"Do you think..." he paused, lokoing almost shy, or was it apprehensive? "...you think you could teach me? To shield my mind from others' thoughts?"

"Of course." Eve responded, giving a friendly smile for emphasis. "It's the least I could do for you all saving me." She chugged down the second glass of water; her throat was no longer sore, but the thirst was still there. She went for another glass full.

"My god, girl! Where is all that water going?" he asked playfully, trying to cheer himself up. It was her time to be shy and apprehensive. She wasn't very keen on sharing her secret.

"It's nothing really, I-uh- am just really thirsty." She gave a small smirk, trying to play it all off. She felt a nudge at her temples. She chuckled.

"It's not polite to try and enter someone's mind without their permission." Schulidig smirked, very amused.

"You're the first person who has been able to ressist me." He laughed quietly too, realizing the slight perversness of the statement. Then again when Eve went for a fourth glass of water. Her walked into the kitchen. "Damnit, it's almost five now. There's now way I'm going to be able to go to bed. Brad'll be up in about half an hour. Wouldn you like some coffee to chase that water?" he asked her. She nodded, finishing off the contents of the glass then placing it in the sink. Schuldig began to shuffle around the small kitchen, readying the coffe maker.

"Brad'll be pissed to see you're out..." he said softly as he puttered with the infernal machine. "But maybe me being up before nine will eclipse that fact." he smirked and went back to argueing with the coffe maker.