Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Silence ❯ Alone in my head ( Chapter 1 )

Notes/Warnings: Schu torture, angsty, all the typical stuff you'd expect from me. ^_^ This is a fairly AU fic. Probably before the series started.

Disclaimers: I don't own em. Too bad, really.

Silence

Chapter 1: Alone in my head

Schuldig sat in the corner of the dark holding cell, trying to keep his face and thoughts behind a cold mask of boredom and indifference. Deep inside of that shell however, he was freaking out. It was only the year and years of training that kept him looking calm. Never show the enemy you're scared. That was the first rule they all learned in the school. The instructors could smell fear, and would use it against you at any opportunity. So Schuldig managed to keep up a cool facade. He already knew he was in deep shit, no use giving them something else to use against him right now. He rested his chin on his knees, thinking about boring, every day things like groceries he needed to buy, the silk shirt he needed to take to the dry cleaners, what he was going to have for dinner, who he was going out with next week. Boring, mundane, every day occurrences. Those were the thoughts that kept him in control of himself.

He had fucked up on the last mission. Badly. It was a critical mistake that had deadly consequences. It had been a normal, run-of-the-mill protection mission for one of Este's key people. His fuck up allowed Weiss to infiltrate the area and kill the person, setting Este back months, perhaps years, in their planning. And what was it that had caused him to miss it? Some bitch with perky tits and a tight, fuckable ass. His concentration had lapsed for a split second, but that was all Bombay needed to shoot his lethal dart and kill the man. Schuldig remembered it all, a slow-motion replay burned into his brain. He had turned around just in time to see the poison-filled dart sink into the man's neck.

Schwartz had immediately retreated after that. Their client was dead, no reason to stick around. As soon as they had returned to their headquarters though, there were already two officials waiting for them. Everyone knew why they were there, and Schuldig had gone with them without a struggle. It was either go with them now, or they would take him by force. If he went with them on his own, they might not be as inclined toward physical violence. He could best any normal person in a fight, but against other psychics, especially psychics sent by Este, he decided it was better not to. They would have found him no matter where he went, anyway. Este agents weren't above capturing someone as they slept, then beating the shit out of them because they felt like it.

So the end result was that they tossed the German into his cell for God knows how long. There was a barrier around it, so the only company Schuldig had were his own thoughts. But even those were false, in case he was being monitored, which he was positive he was. There was nothing much in the room save the body in it. Just four bare concrete walls, a toilet and a metal door. It was pitch black inside, not even a window so he could count the days. He thought it must have been at least a couple, because he'd been fed a few time, if his meals could be considered food. It was more like corrugated cardboard drenched in water and salt.

He didn't bother looking up when the metal door whined open, he knew who it was. He only tore his gaze away from the wall across from him when is name was called.

"Are we going to do this the hard way or the easy way?" One man questioned, withdrawing a syringe from inside of his suit jacket.

The corners of his lips tugged down ward as he looked at the two men in the room with him. He could try to run, but he would have to get past them before he could use his powers. And they had weapons. All he had was the t-shirt and gray sweatpants they made him put on before locking him away. Thin cotton couldn't reflect a bullet aimed to hurt. And they would be aimed to hurt, not kill. If they'd wanted him dead, they wouldn't have brought him back here.

With a sigh, the redhead stretched his arm out. The inside of his elbow was wiped with a cotton swab, and soon after he felt a sharp pinch, followed by burning sting. But he kept his mask of cool indifference in place. When the man was finished he let his arm drop onto the ground, already feeling the drug working it's way through his system. There was no use in fighting it, so the German simply closed his eyes, letting the drug pull him down into sleep.

It was dark when crystal blue eyes opened again. The first thing he noticed was the pounding headache. The second was his screaming sore throat. The third was that he was actually laying in a bed, not a particularly comfortable bed, but better than the concrete he'd been sleeping on for .. days? Weeks? He took his time sitting up, the pain in his head making him dizzy. Once he was finally settled into an upright position, he relaxed a bit, bringing one hand to his throat, then jerking it back in shock as fingertips brushed against prickly stitches. What in the hell had they done to him?

As if on cue, the door opened, and a man in a white lab coat came in, flipping the switch by the door and flooding the room with light. Schuldig winced, covering his eyes with one hand.

"So Schuldig, how are you feeling?" The doctor asked as he began examining the German.

"Like shit." He growled.. or tried to. But no sound came out of his mouth. He tried clearing his throat, but again, there was no sound.

By some miracle, Schuldig managed to keep the panic from rising to the surface, instead turning a questioning gaze to the doctor, hoping against hope that what he was thinking was wrong.

"No, you're quite right. Your larynx has been removed." The man informed him. "In addition, the part of your mind housing your telepathic abilities has been blown out."

Despite his best efforts, a single tear managed to escape and slide down his cheek. This couldn't be happening.

"It can and it is. You will serve as an example for others now. Este doesn't take kindly to failures." The doctor finished examining him and changing his IVs, then departed just as he'd arrived, shutting the lights off behind him and leaving the mute German alone, with only the thoughts in his head to keep him company.