Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Sorrow ❯ Cat and Mouse ( Chapter 5 )

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Excerpt from "Twisted Daydream" (yes, I'm using some of my real poems now, no more off the top of my head stuff ^_^ - I'm so proud, this poem was actually published)...

Heaven and Hell mingle against the backdrop of a canvas,

Forever suspended together in shades of black and white,

Allied in the mind of a single heart now passed,

Countless yearnings have yet to bloom from the darkness of night;

The farce which is life has yet to fade,

As a single tear falls into the sea of agony littered in remorse,

Swept away in an ocean of gray,

Becoming part and parcel of a marine of headless corpses;

To drift forever by itself,

Of all hope and joy it is deprived,

Made to die a lonely death,

A thousand miles off the shore of time...

The room was dark and musky and her body ached all over. Everything was a blur, as images danced back and forth; swaying to and fro as if teetering in the waves. Her head was foggy, making it very hard for her to focus on anything. What had happened?

"So," came a hushed voice, rather gruff and portraying a hint of amusement, "you've finally awakened?"

That's what happened! It all came rushing back to Tawny as she suddenly became panicky and tried to sit up only to find her arms where tied behind her back and her legs were bound together. This provided no comfort to her as she began to squirm and fuss, only making her attacker more amused; as he began to laugh softly. He hopped down from the boxes he was sitting on and began to walk towards her.

"What do you plan on doing with me?" Tawny asked hesitantly, giving up on struggling. Did she even want to know the answer? More than likely no, but maybe she could reason with him. Yeah, that's a great idea. Reason with the fruitcake. That should work. Hey mister nutcase, I really have to be getting home now so if you'd be so kind as to ... like that would work.

It appeared that they were in an old warehouse of some sort, she observed as her vision began to straighten out and her head stopped seeing everything all wavy-like. It was really dark so she couldn't make out much, except for the dim outline of her attacker and a few things here and there that happened to be under the splotches of moonlight, that shown through the holes in the roof. It seemed like the rain had stopped, because she couldn't hear anything (it would figure, it wouldn't rain when she dies, heaven wouldn't mourn for her). But what did any of it matter now? She was pretty sure she was going to die in the next few minutes or when he got through with her she was going to wish she was dead.

"Are you scared?" Asked the figure that now loomed overtop of her. His single yellow eye glistened with twisted amusement and something else that Tawny didn't even want to try and figure out. Or did she? What was that look behind his eye. Was it pain, lust, sadness?

She didn't want to answer his question. She didn't want to think about what was happening. All she wanted to do was go home and take a shower, brush her teeth, and go to bed. She didn't want to be here, alone (with the exception of a would-be serial killer).

"I said," growled the figure, as he stooped down beside her, "are you scared?" It was more a demand than a question this time. She realized he was upset that she had ignored his first inquiry. What did he expect? Her to be polite to him, Oh, yes, I'm so, so, very scared Mr. Insane Man. Yeah, sure. More like, go to hell you bastard!

"I'll ask one more time," he was now an inch away from her face, "are you scared?"

She couldn't help it. She just couldn't. He asked for it. He really did. So she spit right in his face, which, needless to say, didn't go over all too well. But what did it matter? If this was the jerk that killed Elizabeth, at least she dealt him a blow. And who knows, she thought, maybe he'll just kill me now because I made him mad. I'd rather just die now, quickly and painlessly, than be tortured.

Unfortunately, her kidnapper didn't seem all that phased by her act of insolence. In fact he just stared at her a moment, without wiping the spit off. Then he began to laugh. Not a normal laugh, but that demented sort of laugh that sends chills up and down your spine. And that's exactly what Tawny did, shutter down to the very core of her being.

She wasn't dealing with someone she could understand, or reason with, or in any way escape. She had known this for a while, but didn't want to accept it. She had simply been bitter, scared, in shock, but now it all hit her. He wasn't going to just kill her. He was going to break her in two. And she started to cry, inwardly, and cursed herself for being such an idiot. And for not telling her mother she loved her. And not petting her cat, Sugar, before she left. And because of her own irrationality, falling prey to the night the same way Elizabeth had...

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Farfarello stood up. The girl had ceased to move and was bleeding rather profusely from the head. She hadn't been much fun at all. She hardly put up a fight. He was beginning to regret he had even bothered with her. But he was reassured that she wasn't a total loss when she let out a faint moan of pain. So, she wasn't dead yet. That was good.

"Where is God now? Shall he save you?" Farfarello mused to himself as he picked her and hefted her limp body over his shoulder. "No, he does not care about you. He never has. That's why he never saves you. That's why so many die..." his voice trailed off into the darkness as he began to walk away from the shine of street lights and down a dark, lonely alley.

The rain had stopped by the time he had reached his destination, an old, abandoned warehouse three miles south of the nearest home. He then proceeded to tie up the girl, not wanting his prize to escape after all. That wouldn't have been much fun for him. So after he had tightly bound her and laid her next to some crates, he proceeded to plan what he would do with her when she woke.

She wasn't unattractive, but that didn't matter much either way to Farfarello. He had killed plenty of attractive people. What they looked like had nothing to do with why Farfarello chose them. He simply looked for alone figures out in the cold. The lost lambs, or so to speak, that had wandered away from their flock and their gentle bleating was now beckoning to the wolves. Yes, that's what Farfarello looked for in his prey. An innocence that's death would make God cry. That's what Farfarello desired most and what he got out of the kill.

"It's a shame that you had to stray from your flock, child, than you wouldn't be in this mess," cued Farfarello to the girl as he sharpened one of his favorite knives. He could cut her to pieces - an arm, a leg, than the throat - and let the blood seep out slowly. Yes, that would be fun. But would it be suiting? After all, she hadn't had much of a chance to get away. Even Farfarello knew he hadn't really given her a sporting chance.

That's what he would do, a game of cat and mouse. He would let her go - if she could escape his iron clutches, that is. When she awoke, he would untie her and let her try and escape. And if she managed to get out of the warehouse, then she deserved to live. If she couldn't, well, let's just say she would end up like the rest.

She let out a faint cry, bringing Farfarello's attention to her helpless figure. She looked like an angel -Farfarello hated angels; the winged messengers of the king of liars. That's what they were. But still - Farfarello couldn't help but feel a slight tugging at his heart. Something about the way those red tresses fell across her face, or maybe it was the way those emerald eyes had sparkled up at him with hate. Yes, or maybe it was the way her cheeks held such a rosy tint, and those freckles dotted across her nose - she reminded him of his sister.

He watched her for a long moment, regarding her with both detest and intrigue and let out a long, heavy sigh as he spoke to the air, "you wish to tempt he into submission with your charms - do you not? But, unfortunately for you, I know far too well the schemes of your king. I know too well how angels can deceive the eyes and turn to be demons in disguise once you have grown to love them," he spit into the ground, voice laced with venom. "Never again will I fall for the charms of would-be angels, for they lie just as their master. Their lies burn forever in the heart..." A flood of memories raced back at him as he brought his knees up to his chin. There was again the image of the three angels, drowned in a sea of their own blood, and the awful taunting pain crept back into the deepest regions of Farfarello's soul.

"Leave me alone!" The Irishman screamed aloud. He felt again the slow prangs of what was a remnant of Jei, returning to deride him. But no, Jei would not have this one. Jei would not let this one escape. She was far too tempting, far too satisfying. If he could kill this ruined angel then he could perhaps win the internal conflict with Jei. Yes, if Jei could not tempt him into sorrow over this creature, perhaps he could finally regain his hold on himself once again.

And as he made up his mind to test himself the girl stirred, eyes fluttering open. Lovely green butterflies... Farfarello thought of how nice it would be to posses those eyes, for them to stare up at him at his every beckon, and so he also resolved to cut them out of their sockets and place them on his bed posts.

*~*~*~*~*~*

"You're nuts!" Tawny shouted, half enraged, half petrified.

"You've just come to terms with that?" questioned Farfarello, drawing out his knife. Tawny shuttered and recoiled as he came once again so close to her face and put the knife to her throat. Then he slowly slid it away, and cut the rope that he had bound her arms with in a fluid motion. "You have until I count to ten to run. The only way out is down there," he said, pointing left, into the darkness that Tawny squinted to see into and still found nothing. "If you can make it out of here then I'll let you go," he paused, his mouth twisted in a sinister grin, "however, if you shall fail, your lovely little head will be my new lampshade..."

What?! Lampshade! Nazi! Goof! What the hell was wrong with him? You don't do that to people, Tawny screamed in her own mind. But then she took a deep breath and stared up at her captor. He's kind of cute - shut up! - but he is - you're an idiot! Well, cute or not, he was still going to make her head into a lampshade if she didn't think up something. But what chance did she have? Ten seconds, that's all? She didn't even know where the door was. And besides, he was a lot faster than she was (he overtook her in seconds at the cemetery). Oh, yeah, she was still as good as dead...

"Did you kill a girl by the trailer park last week?" She suddenly blurted out, without meaning to. God, your so stupid Tawn! Get the hell up and untie your legs! He's going to start counting any minute and you don't even have the freaking' rope off your legs! How are you supposed to run?

But to her surprise, the man smiled at her question. He said nothing for a moment, only stared - he wasn't the sociable type Tawny took it. But after a moment he slowly turned and let out a deep, long shriek before he began, in almost a sing song fashion, "and so the lambs stray from their flock and fall right into the mouth of the wolf. Yes, I did. I cut off her hand and let her bleed to death," he responded with a level of calm that was more unnerving than the look in his devil-may-care yellow eye.

It was that same calm that sent Tawny over the edge. It was as if the whole world stopped. Everything was gone - all the boxes, crates, the floor, everything - all gone. All that was left was her and him. And he was the one who killed Elizabeth. And he had the nerve to nonchalantly confess to it. Not a hint of regret was in his voice. Not an ounce of sorrow shown through his calm exterior. His twisted smile didn't crack an inch. And that dancing flame of an eye betrayed, if anything, amusement. Amusement! He had enjoyed killing Elizabeth, and he was going to enjoy killing her.

"You...you devil! You horrible, horrible monster!" shouted Tawny struggling to get the rope off her feet, "How could you... how can you... just kill someone and talk about it so calmly? Don't you know there were people who loved her? Do you realize that she had friends and family? They miss her! I miss her! I miss her so much..." Tawny cried open tears as she stood on her feet, heart pounding, and convictions set. She didn't care if she died anymore. She didn't care if he tortured, raped, or tore her a part limb from limb. It didn't matter anymore. All that mattered now was that he paid for what he did! She knew she couldn't kill him, heck, she'd be lucky if she could even land a punch, but she wasn't going to go down without a fight. She wasn't going to take those 10 seconds that wouldn't make a difference anyways.

And so with her heart settled and her mind set, she lunged at her kidnapper, who was just rising to his feet and tackled him to the ground.

*~*~*~*~*~*

He liked the fire in her voice, the passion in her threats, and the foreboding dare in her tears. They all sent a wave of emotion up Farfarello's spine. Her burning eyes bore holes into his skin and her eyes did not see him as she screamed her sermon. It was seldom that words ever bore this much heart, it was rare that eyes ever held that much hatred, and it was even more infrequent that lips were so inviting.

Her anger had awoken something deep within Farfarello's heart. He didn't hear so much what she was saying, but instead, he absorbed the essence of her soul that seeped into the room as she screamed. And his pulse quickened as the words became faster and faster, and her eyes dug deeper and deeper into his core.

Yes, this is the kind of reaction he lusted for. This is why he killed. He found a sort of high in the cries of his victim's loved one's; an almost romantic attachment to their hatred. To him, that was his life's goal - to hurt everyone and everything near and dear to God in order to hurt him. He did not fear their convictions, nor their vengeance; he relished in it.

And as she spoke she rose to her feet and thrashed about wildly, her pain, her sorrow, filled the room. And as Farfarello stood as well, half dazed, half stirred with passion, she charged at him and pushed him to the ground.

And how sweet it was as she grabbed his knife from his hand and stabbed him in the shoulder, then drew back, as if in shock; knife falling to the ground, face paling as the tears once again choked out of her throat in horse gasps.

Quickly she got away from him, tearing herself off of his body. And slowly, with a look of dread that made it all the more sweeter; she backed into the wall that was behind her and slowly sunk to the floor in a wallow of sobs. Her whole being shook with regret, anger, helpless confusion, and she screamed out for forgiveness from Elizabeth? The youth he had slaughtered? Her dearest friend? And contented herself to remain a quivering mass of hysteria against the wall.

Note: Yay, well, I kind of sort of didn't keep to that "update every week" thing, but hey, at least this chapter is pretty long ^_^

Oh, Lesa, yes, Tawny's cat is named after Sugar, your kitty, and will appear again later. Also, side note - she calls Farfie a Nazi for saying he's going to make her head into a lampshade because Nazi's were famous for using real skin of dead people to make lampshades - amoung other bizz and twisted things that I don't really care to talk about right now (enough with the history lessons for today).

So, please give me some feedback. I love to hear from you. E-mail me! (My new e-mail address is hotarific@hotmail.com) I really appreciate criticism, even flames. Anyways, look for the next chapter sometime soon. I'm on a roll! Woohoo!