Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Prayers of the Fallen ❯ I Am... ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Angry Blood Sister 
Eve is interogated - basically about her and what she's capable of - small little talk with Farf.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.20.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 924 | Visits: 155 | Status: Completed
Eve is interogated - basically about her and what she's capable of - small little talk with Farf.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.20.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 924 | Visits: 155 | Status: Completed
Chapter 6: I Am...
"Men with secrets tend to be drawn to each other, not because they want to share what they know but because they need the company of the like-minded, the fellow afflicted"
- Don Delillo (b. 1926), U.S. author. Walter Everett, Jr., in ""17 April,"" pt. 1, Libra (1988).
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"I am Eversor, The Destroyer. Codename: Apocalypse."
"What are your psychic abilities?" she was asked.
Eversor sat still, her back straight her face blank. She was being interrogated. Brad Crawford her Inquisitor. She was answering every question perfectly, leaving nothing, until now. There was no way that she would tell them about her curse, she had yet to speak with Farfarello, to make him keep his silence. If he told, he would pay dearly. But back to the present, answer the question.
"Telekinesis, pyrokinesis, teleportation, telepathy, and possession."
She was aware of the changes in posture and attitudes of all present. Three of the men tensed at these words with varying levels of nervousness and detached appreciation. The only who didn't react as such was Farfarello. The only evidence that he had heard her and understood was his one cocked eyebrow. Crawford continued with his questions.
"And your physical abilites?"
"I have excellerated speed, agility, strength, healing and understanding."
"Are all of these abilities a result of the experimentation performed on you?"
"No."
"Which are not?"
"I was strong and fast before they got a hold of me."
"Who were you before Esset found you?"
"I was Eversor, homeless and orphaned."
Slight feelings of compassion rose from the boy Nagi, his cold exterior sliding only briefly. Had to keep up apperiances at work.
"What happened to your family?"
"Killed in a fire."
"Why did Esset take you in?"
"Because I had no one to come looking for me I would assume." she responded, looking up at her interrogator for the first time since the questions had begun. Then after a small space of silence, she asked, "Is that all?"
Crawford stood before her small chair, looking down at her, expressionless, supposedly intimidating, not that he frightened her in the least. Then he spoke again.
"What was your training, other than to use your Talents?" Without batting an eye, Eve answered.
"I was trained for battle and to carry out assasinations. I was trained in the martial arts and military fighting styles. I know how to handle any weapon given to me. I was also tought computer hacking and stealth from the best in the world. I am also fluent in ten different languages."
"What languages?" she heard Schuldig inquire from his spot against the wall of the small room.
"English, Japanese, Spanish, Italian, Dutch, Norwegian, Portugeuse, Latin, French," she paused, turning to face the redhead and gave a self-satified smile. "and German." Schuldig smirked at the mention of his native tongue.
//Impressive.// he shot to her with his mental voice. Eyes dancing playfully.
"How old were you when Esset found you?" Nagi interrupted, his face still covered by his mask of professionalism, but his eyes betrayed that fleeting concern again.
"I was nearly ten years old."
Again, a silence feel over the room, seemingly prohibiting anyone from speaking. Then Crawford turned to go, saying calmly over his shoulder,
"That's all for now." And left the small interrogation room. Nagi and Schuldig were not too long in following, after asking a few more questions of their own, all having a more personal and compassionate basis. Soon she was only left with Farfarello. She stared at him, daring him to say something, anything, especially something having to do with the night prior. He only stared back, and questioning look holding his one-eyed gaze to her. For some reason his silence unsettled her into speaking first. And as asinine as it seemed, it was a threat.
"You tell any of the others what you saw last night and I will find a way for you to feel pain." How stupid of her. She had read his file; he couldn't feel pain. But maybe there was something logged away in his brain that would cause him a deeper pain than any physical affliction could ever manage. Why hurt the body when the mind can be totured much more easily.
"What is it that you fear?" he asked quietly, acting as if he hadn't heard her threat.
Eve was taken aback by this question. What was he getting at? She decided on probing his mind to find the answer. Farfarello's lips twitched slightly - an attempt at another smile, maybe? - he knew that she was in his head.
In the Irishman's mind, she saw the other night, how he had been sitting in his room, thinking dily about her, and his wounds. His complex mind trying to figure out how the two were connected. Very percpetive, madman, she thought. He had seen that it was the blood that had stirred her. Both the Beast and her innate fear of it and what it could do.
She backed off, retreating from the Irishman's thoughts. Then the answer to his question fell from her lips.
"I'm afraid of my curse."
This sparked some interest in the man's one golden eye, though both his face and his body never changed.
"We all have our secrets, Lady Death, and our curses. And they are ours alone to tell." And with that, the alleged madman left, leaving Eve to sit in awe. How could such an elequent statement come from someone said to be murderous and criminally insane. And the name; Lady Death. How unfortunately true he was.
"Men with secrets tend to be drawn to each other, not because they want to share what they know but because they need the company of the like-minded, the fellow afflicted"
- Don Delillo (b. 1926), U.S. author. Walter Everett, Jr., in ""17 April,"" pt. 1, Libra (1988).
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"I am Eversor, The Destroyer. Codename: Apocalypse."
"What are your psychic abilities?" she was asked.
Eversor sat still, her back straight her face blank. She was being interrogated. Brad Crawford her Inquisitor. She was answering every question perfectly, leaving nothing, until now. There was no way that she would tell them about her curse, she had yet to speak with Farfarello, to make him keep his silence. If he told, he would pay dearly. But back to the present, answer the question.
"Telekinesis, pyrokinesis, teleportation, telepathy, and possession."
She was aware of the changes in posture and attitudes of all present. Three of the men tensed at these words with varying levels of nervousness and detached appreciation. The only who didn't react as such was Farfarello. The only evidence that he had heard her and understood was his one cocked eyebrow. Crawford continued with his questions.
"And your physical abilites?"
"I have excellerated speed, agility, strength, healing and understanding."
"Are all of these abilities a result of the experimentation performed on you?"
"No."
"Which are not?"
"I was strong and fast before they got a hold of me."
"Who were you before Esset found you?"
"I was Eversor, homeless and orphaned."
Slight feelings of compassion rose from the boy Nagi, his cold exterior sliding only briefly. Had to keep up apperiances at work.
"What happened to your family?"
"Killed in a fire."
"Why did Esset take you in?"
"Because I had no one to come looking for me I would assume." she responded, looking up at her interrogator for the first time since the questions had begun. Then after a small space of silence, she asked, "Is that all?"
Crawford stood before her small chair, looking down at her, expressionless, supposedly intimidating, not that he frightened her in the least. Then he spoke again.
"What was your training, other than to use your Talents?" Without batting an eye, Eve answered.
"I was trained for battle and to carry out assasinations. I was trained in the martial arts and military fighting styles. I know how to handle any weapon given to me. I was also tought computer hacking and stealth from the best in the world. I am also fluent in ten different languages."
"What languages?" she heard Schuldig inquire from his spot against the wall of the small room.
"English, Japanese, Spanish, Italian, Dutch, Norwegian, Portugeuse, Latin, French," she paused, turning to face the redhead and gave a self-satified smile. "and German." Schuldig smirked at the mention of his native tongue.
//Impressive.// he shot to her with his mental voice. Eyes dancing playfully.
"How old were you when Esset found you?" Nagi interrupted, his face still covered by his mask of professionalism, but his eyes betrayed that fleeting concern again.
"I was nearly ten years old."
Again, a silence feel over the room, seemingly prohibiting anyone from speaking. Then Crawford turned to go, saying calmly over his shoulder,
"That's all for now." And left the small interrogation room. Nagi and Schuldig were not too long in following, after asking a few more questions of their own, all having a more personal and compassionate basis. Soon she was only left with Farfarello. She stared at him, daring him to say something, anything, especially something having to do with the night prior. He only stared back, and questioning look holding his one-eyed gaze to her. For some reason his silence unsettled her into speaking first. And as asinine as it seemed, it was a threat.
"You tell any of the others what you saw last night and I will find a way for you to feel pain." How stupid of her. She had read his file; he couldn't feel pain. But maybe there was something logged away in his brain that would cause him a deeper pain than any physical affliction could ever manage. Why hurt the body when the mind can be totured much more easily.
"What is it that you fear?" he asked quietly, acting as if he hadn't heard her threat.
Eve was taken aback by this question. What was he getting at? She decided on probing his mind to find the answer. Farfarello's lips twitched slightly - an attempt at another smile, maybe? - he knew that she was in his head.
In the Irishman's mind, she saw the other night, how he had been sitting in his room, thinking dily about her, and his wounds. His complex mind trying to figure out how the two were connected. Very percpetive, madman, she thought. He had seen that it was the blood that had stirred her. Both the Beast and her innate fear of it and what it could do.
She backed off, retreating from the Irishman's thoughts. Then the answer to his question fell from her lips.
"I'm afraid of my curse."
This sparked some interest in the man's one golden eye, though both his face and his body never changed.
"We all have our secrets, Lady Death, and our curses. And they are ours alone to tell." And with that, the alleged madman left, leaving Eve to sit in awe. How could such an elequent statement come from someone said to be murderous and criminally insane. And the name; Lady Death. How unfortunately true he was.