Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Sorrow ❯ To Kill A Lamb ( Prologue )

Hiya, this is my first fan fic. I've attempted to right several before, but I never like how they turn out and wind up dumping them. However, I think I can stick with this one. Please read and Review (feedback is very much appreciated by me and my muse).

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Weiss Kreuz or any of this characters. They belong to Koyasu Takehito (who play's Aya by the way) and an assortment of other people I don't. So, now that we've taken care of that, on with the Fic!!! ^_^

Dark as Onyx,

White as snow,

Dead as night,

Inward testament to his soul;

A Breath of air,

A streak of light,

Quite yearning,

The Devil's delight;

Thoughtless frenzy,

Dancing flame,

Deadly menace,

That can never be tamed;

Heart of a demon,

Soul of a child,

Lost little lamb,

Meek and mild...

She walked briskly, with long, heavy strides, never wavering from her sacred destination. No thought crossed her mind except the almost subconscious shout that continued to driver her on, saying "run if you want to live;" that voice - cold and emotionless - playing over, and over, and over again in her mind.

Her labored breath wheezed out in thick clouds of barely visible gasps into the cold night air. She was oblivious to the cold sweat streaking down her face as she continued to flee from her pursuer, who's footsteps she could vaguely decipher behind her from the rapid pounding of the blood through her own brain.

She suddenly fell forward and landed on her stomach; clawing at the ground in an attempt to lift herself and at last succeeded in what seemed like an eternity. She swaggered to her feet, hardly able to stand, but too afraid to stop. "Almost there," her own voice rang out in her head. She was almost out of that hell of a trailer park; full of little more than vacant buildings, long ago boarded up and broken streetlights that no longer cast a glow on the empty streets. She new that they was a police station just down the road and if she could only reach it she might be able to get some help...

"Why did I have to come this way?" she whispered in her mind. "Why didn't I go with Tawny and Mary like I always do? Now I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die!!!" she screamed in her head as she took one last, desperate, step and reeled forward in a state of dizzied frenzy. The lights were just ahead, if only she could get to her feet again. She reached out in front of her and saw through blurred eyes, instead of her right hand gripping for salvation, in its place only the bloody stump of a limb and she began to cry to herself for she had not even the strength left to scream for help as a tall shadow came up behind and blotted out all hope.

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"Murderers hurt God," Farfarello murmured to himself as he stood over the young girl. How old was she - sixteen, seventeen - who cared? She would be free from this miserable world soon in any event. The Berserker smiled to himself as he remembered the terror in her face when he had come up behind the lone figure as she came out of an alleyway. She had screamed when he grabbed her arm and had fought to get free. But it was no use. She was as good as dead.

She had punched and kicked at him but to no avail. He had simply smiled and took out his knife and with his free hand; spinning her around, he arched the knife against her throat. Its sharp, daggered edge delving ever so slightly into the smooth, cream colored skin, tainting it crimson. He had meant to kill her then, but had at the last moment decided that he would give her a sporting chance. So he slid the knife down to her right hand that he held behind her back and in one fluid motion lopped it off.

He was sure she hadn't felt anything though (not at the moment anyways), what with the way she did nothing but slowly turn around and look at her bloody stump and what was once her right hand as it lay there on the ground. She had the funniest look on her face, and he had taken much delight as she had begun to scream and cry out to God.

"He wont save you now," spouted out Farfarello, voice lased with venom. "Run if you want to live," Farfarello warned; knives poised in position and she most readily obeyed.

The though vaguely crossed his mind as to why such a pretty young girl would be out alone in a place like this at this time of night, but the answer really didn't matter to him. All that mattered to him was that he used this opportunity to hurt God. Yes, that was his purpose in life, his place in the world - the silent killer, Hell's mercenary, a living demon. He would extract his revenge on the world and its lord one way or another.

And with that thought he looked down at the crippled lamb beneath him. She was shaking now, perhaps out of fear, or was it rage? But again, the answer was of no consequence to him. Yellow eyes danced over the blood-stained angel that's utter state of ruin would have brought some sort of remorse to any lesser villain's heart. But not him - no, not Farfarello; for he delighted in such things.

"Kill me now... and get it... over with," came the coked voice of the pitiful creature beneath him. "Please... just do it..." she continued to plead.

"Very well," was his only response as he pulled out his knife and plunged it deeply into the back of the girl's head. She gasped once - a low sort of sad gurgle, muffled by the blood that had already began seeping into her lungs - and her eyes went wide. Then she was motionless as the eternally frost of death swept over her and a single tear fell to the blood-drenched pavement that none boor witness to except for God, the Devil, and Farfarello.

NOTES: Ok, so what do you think? Like? Dislike? Want me to stop posting things up because I shame the field of writing with my degenerate slop? Let me know. I'll try to get the next chapter up soon, this was really only an introduction. Much more still to come. (Oh, and buy the way, it takes place right after Weiss Kreuz, before Gluhen - I'm ignoring what happened in the drama CDs by the way *cough**stupid Sally**cough**cough* ). If you have any suggestion be sure to let me know - I'm always open to constructive criticism (Heck, I'll take flames if that's all you got). Oh, and forgive any spelling errors, I put it through spell check but it doesn't always pick up everything. Thank you for reading and reviewing, please check back soon for updates... ^_^