Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ You Belong To Me ❯ Oh, the Pain, the Torture, Oh, Yeah, the Back Up Supply ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

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The Ceremony itself

On the night of a New Moon, have your First Soul bound with its back Arching so the stomach and neck are exposed and Vunerable to attack.

With the Soul Drinker Knife in hand, say over the Captive First.

:Night of the No Moon, darkness to my Darkness, Drink the Blood of the First on the first."

Then Use the Soul Drinker and Slash Either the Throat or Gut the First's Body colloerbone to navel. Your choice. DO NOT LET THE BLOOD ON THE KNIFE DRIP ON TO THE ALTER! The ceremony will fail if that happens on any bloodletting night.

What the second merged line doesn't know: Depending on the strength of the First, you could get all the blood or just a drop. A drop is all you need to turn the healing light into crushing one.If the First is weak enough, the merging will take place sometime between instantly and the time of the first Quarter Moon. A putrid green light will eminate from the body when the Merging is complete.

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@Lame Hidaka, very Lame. I'm so disappointed in you. I thought you were stronger then suicide@ Ken could feel the smirk through the link Schuldig had forged.

@What would Abyssinian have to say to that, I wonder?@

@_Fuck you_@

@Would you really?@

@_Go to hell, you asshole_@

@been there, and do you really think so? I always thought of myself as more of a dick.@

Ken couldn't take it anymore, his frustration level had hit its limit before sparking into his renowned temper. He tried to lunge for the telepath and found himself flat on the floor with heavy weight on his back, which protested. Not that he would have made it far regardless. He was still weak from his near death experience. Now he was beginning to wish it hadn't only been a near miss.

His thoughts retreated once again. Passed the place where Ran would normally be in his mind, passed the assassin silence, to a place where time meant nothing and sanity was measured by how long he could stand being there before he went insane from inactivity and silence. He didn't stay long, too many things kept poking at him. He resurfaced and actually opened his eyes this time.

What he found was a room, devoid of furnishings except the sparse bed he was lying on. He wasn't restrained in any way and this puzzled him until he tried the door. Of course it was locked, but it never hurt to try. He jumped when Schuldig made himself known again, @You know, I think you would be one of those people who keep twitching after they die, you just can't seem to stay still. Makes me wonder…@ Schuldig didn't finish his sentence, he just left it hanging, which didn't help Ken's nerves any.

Before Ken stepped away from the door he heard shouting coming from somewhere. "Do you realize he could have died down there? He is currently fighting off shock and a fever from being left down there. You have to learn to take better care of your toys if you want them to…" Crawford moved out of Ken's hearing range so he didn't catch the rest of the lecture. It was strange listening to Crawford coldly scolding Farfarello as if he were just a child.

@eavesdropping, huh? Well you must be feeling better. Oh and don't worry, there is no escape, and Farfarello should be up soon with your dinner.@ Ken's eyes flew around the room, frantically searching for a weapon to us, anything at all. He knew the window was too small, and he had nothing to use! Schwarz must do this often; the thought zoomed out of his mind as he made a snap decision when the door swung open. Ken had unconsciously positioned himself in the best place for an attack. He clasped his hands together, making a large fist. He swung up and to the right then used his backswing to send his doubled fist crashing against Farfarello's temple with a desperate force. Before he could make a dash for the door, he found himself slammed up against it. His wrists were being held high above his head in one of Farfarello's hands. In the other hand of the psycho, was his blade of choice, a long thin dagger like knife. He had it pressed into Kens throat as he used his body weight to slowly add pressure to the blade against the delicate skin.

The Look in the man's one golden eye was enough to make Ken cringe, but his action made Ken shudder in revulsion and in vague pleasure. Farfarello decided to drink straight from the tap so to speak and was sucking on the deep but thin red line left by the removed blade.

Jei was almost ecstatic. Straight from the source, blood was always sweeter then from a knife as it had time to cool. The fragrance of fear, confusion and blood with the hints of disgust and pleasure were a heady combination coming from Hidaka. Jei knew that now was the time to start. The sooner he finished the ceremony to release his Lord, the sooner he and Hidaka, the First, the Oldest, could play.

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Ken could barely keep up as he was dragged back down several flights of stairs. It took all of his concentration to just keep going and not be dragged behind the Berserker, as he felt would happen if he happened to trip or lose his balance. Ken knew that he was being led, if that is what you wanted to call the near dragging, back to where he had started earlier that day.

This time Ken could tell you almost exactly what had happened and how he got there. Farfarello hurled him against the slab of now cold stone. Ken didn't even have time to consider trying to run as Schuldig sent a spike of pain right through his mind, making Ken double over with agony. This allowed Farfarello to lift a curled Ken on to the alter. Schuldig had to send another one to cause unconsciousness for a few moments. When Ken woke up with the pain slamming against his head, he found that his back was arched and his hands were bound and beneath him again. He felt his hands and arms fall asleep again in a matter of minutes. His breathing became shallow and quick, as if there just wasn't enough air in the room for him.

HE watched wearily as Farfarello approached him with a new knife in hand. The blade appeared to be obsidian, based on how dark the black was and how sharp it appeared. Ken watched in horror as Farfarello raised the blade and said, in a reverent voice, "Night of the No Moon, darkness to my Darkness, Drink the Blood of the First on the first."

Ken watched in a horrified fascination as the blade seemed to slowly arch toward him. He watched as first Farfarello did a quick maneuver and the blade began slicing into the skin from the right of his color bone and below it about an inch, making Farfarello lean over him, to his left side in the same place. Farfarello then twisted the knife and stabbed just a bit of it into the base of his neck, where neck and collarbone meet, and slid it downward, all the way to Ken's navel. Halfway through this cut the pain began to seep into his stunned mind. It wrenched a scream out of him and a warm green light, like the previous one to heal him.

Jei watched in anticipation as the blood welled quickly then began to spill over the ridges of flesh he had created with the knife. But what should have been a glorious fall of blood never came. Jei watched in helpless anger as the life fluid seemed to travel backwards, as if time had been rewound, until he spotted a single drop of the viscous liquid slowly snake its way down the First's left side. Jei's eyes didn't know where to stay to watch, on the drop of blood that needed to be spilt on the alter, or the green aura that surrounded and healed the First as he looked on. His eye settled on the sweet blood as it dripped onto the alter.

Ken didn't understand what had just happened. At first through the pain, warmth came and enveloped him again, and then all of a sudden, a crushing violent red light replaced the healing one. Ken could feel his fingers cracking under the pressure being forced on him by the scarlet aura. His back and neck were in agony as if someone were trying to break him like a twig. He had thought that what Schuldig had done was beyond pain; well he quickly learned that it was nothing to this. His left arm snapped with an audible, slick snap and protruded from the skin that had once wrapped it. His screams could be heard through out the house.

Ken retreated to the quiet place just before losing consciousness for a moment. The part of him that defines him as Hidaka Ken was desperate for the excruciating pain to be stopped. He delved deep into where another part, a dormant part, of him lay. He was guided by the sense of comfort and home emanating from the part of him. He tried to embrace it when he found it but it repelled him. It gently, as so not to hurt him, pushed him away. Ken's consciousness tried several times before he resorted to force. Even then the presence wouldn't let him get close. The best he could do to alleviate the pain was to curl up beside glow of warmth and comfort he couldn't get to. He was there for what only seemed like a second before he was jerked back into his normal place and consciousness.

Jei looked on, wishing for so many things. He wished he had thought to record the pain, blood and art. The music in the screams of agony, the beautiful writhing movements of the body, the art of pain. He made a note to set up the necessary equipment for the next time if it were needed. In his rapt appreciation, he didn't notice the green seep back into to the red, driving it back.

Ken felt a breeze drift around him, again and again. The cooling breeze that picked up its pace with every pass, was a godsend to the pained young man. The power around him soon built to incredible levels. He felt as if a tornado had formed right above him and was at his control, with the help of something else.

Jei finally noticed the ceesation of the screams and felt a trickle of the power that had built when he hadn't been paying attention. His one eye widened as the First threw his head to the side and snapped open his eyes. The eyes glowed with a force so potent Jei understood for the first time in a long time what fear was. Jei felt as if he had been slammed into by a mach truck as a wall of air blasted him against the fall 20 feet away…

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Anendee shakes her head: that was Disturbing, yikes!

Ken, raises an eyebrow: And you're telling me this? I'm the one stuck suffering through it.

Ran, Coldly: be thankful that you are the Author, hence untouchable by the blade.

Farfarello, look of rapture in his eye: Hhhmm, blood that sweet. Must remember to do that again. The Art of Pain, nicely put.

Anendee: ok let me know what you think, be it to disagree with the disturbing thought or to agree with it or even to tell me I'm horrible and should stop writing, I don't care, just let me know what you think!