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The Taking	By : jeisvenka Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 693 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Taking
- 2-After
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After

Someone
broke into his house last night. His parents and sister were both
killed, and a few small things were stolen. "A shame," they
called it. Ruth called it a tragedy. Jei smelled blood. Ruth said
he'd walked in, finding them lying there. "Traumatic," they
said. But truthfully, Jei felt nothing except a hollowness that
rivaled the depths of his deceased family's graves.

He
couldn't understand why Ruth looked at him differently. Why she
touched him only grudgingly, and flinched violently when he caught
her only even slightly off-guard. Why her hands were bandaged.
Couldn't understand why the image of his dead sister lying dead in
her nightgown was clawed into the backs of his eyelids, when everyone
said she'd been wrapped in a tapestry. And then, everyone wondered
why she'd been killed so brutally during a simple robbery. Strangled,
they'd said. Scratched up, they'd said. And his parents. Stabbed.
Their eyes were stabbed out. They hadn't wanted him to hear that, but
he'd heard. He heard everything.

Their
eyes. He couldn't remember their eyes. But hers. He could remember
hers. They stared back at him when he fell asleep, and when he
dreamed, he dreamed of her eyes staring out from the body of an
angel. And when he woke up in a nervous sweat, crying and calling for
Ruth, she didn't come. She must not have heard him.

Ruth
became obsessed with her religion. Her entire waking days were spent
at the church, and her entire nightly routine consisted of bible
reading and passionate pleas for Godly forgiveness.

And
Jei sat back, watching, surrounded by self-fashioned seclusion. He
didn't play with the other children anymore. He didn't go outside
anymore. And Ruth was too possessed by her religious fanaticism to
notice or care.

In
the next few years, Jei made few friends and kept none for very long.
Where once he had shone radiant joy on his surroundings, he now
smiled only grudgingly, if at all. His neighbors pitied him, but did
nothing. Not that he wanted them to intervene. Somehow, he felt
justified in his numb existence. Justified in his hollow life. What
was pain? An empty threat. He no longer felt it sting when he pressed
cold metal deep into his veins. No longer felt that ripping ache when
he refused to eat for days on end. No longer felt… anything. The
loss was agonizing.

All
he could feel… was a horribly distaste for his Lord. God, who had
taken everything from him. The Angels, who stared in his nightmares
through his sister's glossy eyes. The Heavens, who did nothing to
alleviate his painless pain. And again, he hated God. The idea came
and went, like a thin fog, that he should end his own suffering.

Suicide.

But
no. His insides tore at the notion, and he finally decided that it
was a fate he was not destined for. Why should God's pain end with
his own? Shouldn't they suffer together? Endlessly, endlessly suffer
together.

Yes,
hissed a voice, echoing from deep, deep within his mind. Yes. Suffer
together. And how? How to suffer? His numbness no longer allowed for
him to transfer his own pain to the Heavens. Then how?

His
semi-glazed eyes peered through the window of the house he shared
with Ruth, catching for an instant on the glint of a young lady's
hairpiece. Yes…
yes…
He felt the echo consume him, and he found himself gliding
effortlessly into the hallway, down the stairs, through the back
door, down the street… It was dark, very dark. Nobody would notice.
Nobody but the Heavens would see… Nobody but the Heavens would
suffer, not even her. Painless, painless. Yes, that was the perfect
remedy. Until God chose to alleviate his suffering, he would deal it
tenfold on His lambs. But he couldn't stand to stay here. No, not
here… and not as Jei.

The
name dripped like acid on the back of his brain. Not that Jei wasn't
in there somewhere, curled up against the back of his mind, tossing
in his nightmares, but he
was definitely not
Jei. Smiling cruelly, rinsing the blood from his fingertips, he
slipped off into a night as dark as hell. His hell. A hell to punish
those ethereal beings that would do him harm by refusing to allow his
physical suffering. A novel that Ruth was talking about flickered
briefly across his memory, and he knew.

Farfarello.

From
now on, he would become the demon Farfarello. Yes, he would cleanse
the world of its vile, unbearable pain, until God either restored his
suffering, or removed him from his achingly numb oblivion.

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