Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Run ❯ Sleep ( Chapter 3 )

Pain. Oh, Gott, it hurt to even breathe. His back and shoulders ached from the blows. He had curled into a ball to protect himself. It had only gotten him hit harder.

Come on, Schuldig. You're a fucking assassin, pull yourself together and get your ass out of there. Brad's voice. Like a million other times when he'd needed to focus.

RUN! Had to run. Had to get away. Where? Where could he go? Where could he hide where he'd be safe? He wanted to go home. The only real home he had ever known. He wanted Farf hanging from the rafters. He wanted Nagi being a pissy teenager. And Gott help him, he wanted Brad being the bossy bastard king of demons that he was.

He grabbed the overnight bag he had packed weeks ago when he had intended to leave the last time. He should have done it then. He staggered to the door and out into the night. He left the car. Too easy to trace. He hailed a cab after struggling down three extra blocks.

Hey, you okay, mister.

Ja. Airport.

If you say so. You need a hospital?

No hospital. AIRPORT! NOW! He had nearly screamed it then got control of himself.

He convinced the cab driver that he had paid him and stumbled into the international terminal. Had the woman at the ticket booth put him on a plane to New York and then to Tokyo. He was on the plane. He was getting far away. He would be safe.

 

Did you really think you could escape from me? Did you actually believe I'd let you go so easily? I'll make sure you fucking die the next time I get my hands on you.

 

Schuldig tossed and whimpered in his sleep. Curling into an almost fetal position after a while. He only settled down when he felt cold cloths being put across his forehead and neck. Crawford shot Nagi a concerned look.

 

“He's getting worse. If his temperature keeps spiking and dropping the way it has been there could be brain damage. I think we should take him to the hospital.”

 

“No. He said no hospital,” Nagi said firmly, staring the older man down.

 

“We can't just let him die, Nagi,” Crawford said almost desperately, worry deepening the fine lines around his eyes.

 

“He isn't going to die. Damn it, we just got him back. I won't permit him to die.”

 

“Planning on willing him back to life if he goes under?” was Farfarello's question from the doorway.

 

“If I have to. You said you knew who did this,” Nagi said, nodding to Schuldig.

 

“Mmmhmm. But the bastard is slippery,” Farf said, grinning. “Should make for a fun hunt.”

 

“Just make sure the scumbag doesn't get any where near him again,” Crawford snapped.

 

Farf smiled slightly. “Not sure how I stand both of you being bossy as hell.”

 

Nagi and Crawford both glared at him.

 

“See what I mean,” Farf said smiling. “Should be fascinating to see the fight over who gets to torture the bastard first. Providing I don't just take that option out of both your hands. Hmm. Crawford could probably inflict more interesting physical pain. But Nagi can play with the internal organs.”

 

“Find him, Farf,” Nagi said. “You or Crawford can have first shot at him. What I want is his last breath.”

 

“Want to hear him beg you not to kill him?” Farf said grinning.

 

“No. I want to hear him beg me to let him die.”