Breaking a Madman

Part 12


After almost four hours of driving the German had managed to find a small-secluded motel. It was quite old and almost barren but did offer a bed and cable TV much to Nagi’s delight. He wasn’t sure if he could stand being in the room with Crawford who seemed more than a little uble,ble, without it.

Schuldig looked to the boy before grabbing Crawford’s wallet from the bag behind him, making sure to be quiet since the American had drifted off. Shutting the door the German stretched before making his way into the main area.

Nagi watched him go before turning his gaze to the two in the back seat. He sighed a little, rubbing at his own eyes, he’d used a lot of energy that day, and hoped that Farferello would be okay, he just didn’t know what state of mind he’d me in if he did wake up. He turned at the click of the door as Schuldig dangled keys in front of his nose, throwing them to him before precariously leaning to the back to shake the American awake.

Crawford took a moment to realize someone was shaking him then sat up, hitting his head on the window behind him before pulling his gun on the red head. Schuldig raised his hands in a peaceful gesture as he moved back.

“We have a room”.

Crawford nodded, still blinking sleepy eyes as his gaze lowered to the Irishman.

“Can we get him in without being seen? Suspicion will rise quickly if not”.

“I got the very back room, but no ones around, even if they are I can leave a little suggestion that they didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

The American nodded as he got out, stretching a moment before leaning in to lift Farferello into his arms.

“Get rid of the car, I don’t want them led here somehow”.

The German didn’t bother to say that they’d been no survivors from the blast and just nodded, watching them and Nagi go whilst he went to dump the car.

The other two walked to the room, looking around for anyone who might see them before Nagi let them in, turning the light on before closing the door. The room wasn’t large or pretty, bare essentials, but as Crawford went to lay Farferello on the bed he went to the small couch, opposite the television and flicked it on, soon emerging himself in cartoons as his eyes moved from Crawford, to Farferello, to the door and back again. He tried to stop his stomach growling, pulling a not so nice looking fruit from a bowl across him and began to eat it as Crawford set about removing the blanket covering the Irishman with vast distaste.

When Schuldig re-entered he found the American draped almost over Farferello, trying to wipe the blood from his face with a sickly grimace.

“Do you have any idea what happened in there? What…what they did to him?”

The German sighed, perching himself on the edge of the bed.

“If I try to go in, my barriers will weaken again and I may fit at the onslaught, if I leave it until tomorrow after resting I should be able to go in for longer, see what’s happened. But I don’t know, somehow they could have planted mental traps, I may get caught in there”.

Brown eyes raised to Schuldig’s jade, both anger, malice and hurt showing.

“I understand, we can’t do anything if you are unable to function”.

He turned and continued to try and dab at Farferello’s face, sighing in frustration until a bowl of warm water floated to him and he turned to look at Nagi.

“Not like I needed it for the fruit”.

He nodded, setting the bowl down on the bed and used some of the many cloths and clothing to gently begin to wipe the blood and other fluid from Farferello’s face and neck. Rinsing the cloths in the bloodied water, he placed it on the bedside before stripping Farferello fully. His hand moved with a cloth, hovering over the backs of Farferello’s thighs and lower half. He choked a little, until the cloth was removed from his hand. He blinked open slightly tearing eyes, trying to hide this emotion as Schuldig knelt on the floor and gently began to clean the Irishman of any traces of blood and semen. The same disgusted look crossed his face at what had been done to him. He was glad that Crawford had gone a little crazy and killed the nurses and doctor, they’d deserved it.

Taking the bowl from the side, Schuldig went to wash it and himself up, as Crawford pulled the bed covers back, gently placing Farferello inside them to warm him.

“We need to feed him something, he’s so thin, we need water, anything”.

Crawford looked to the two others as he settled Farferello gently on his back, pillows beneath his head and covers pulled up behind him.

“We also need something, I’m starved”.

Nagi felt a little guilty for saying it but sighed in relief when Schuldig replied much the same.

“I’ll take Nagi, and we’ll get supplies for both him and us okay?”

“Whatever”

Crawford didn’t look up as he stroked his hand through the Irishman’s hair.

“Be careful and be quick”.

They nodded and left quickly, leaving Crawford to his own thoughts. he che click of the door, Crawford’s grim façade slowly blossomed. He’d heard things about coma victims, he knew they could hear you, hear things around them, he just had to make Farferello know that he and the others were okay, and that they wanted him back and he’d come back to them. Right?

He set about tucking him in as he began to mumble almost anything in thpes pes that the Irishman would pick it up, wherever he was.

“Farfie, ya know, you looked kinda odd with black hair, but it’s okay I’m not mad. I don’t need dye yet. If Schu was here right now instead of getting food, he’d be sniggering at me, and then you’d join in, or you’d be doing something to annoy me, though really, it annoyed me but not as much as I made out. It was just something to do so you’d look at me or pay attention…I miss you Farfie…I wish I’d told you how much you meant to me…to us, before you left, if we had you and I wouldn’t be here right now. But then again, if we had, maybe you wouldn’t be in my arms right now”.

He sighed softly as his fingers traced over the flickering eyelashes of Farferello’s good eye, watching with vast interest at the uncovered scarred eye. He couldn’t remember seeing it uncovered since he’d first met him.

“I promise if you wake up Farf, we’ll start anew, somewhere just the four of us, have a life. We can do that, I know we can”.

~~

*If you listen to him then you truly are stupid, all lies, he’s not even here, just you trying to show some pathetic image to save yourself*

Farferello shook his head, glaring at his other self; the side to him he hadn’t known existed for sometime.

/It’s not true…I’m not thinking this, he must be there, Schwarz must be alive, they have to be/

His other self cackled and he felt a sharp sting to his face as the others’ hand slapped him, nails raking in and blood falling in drips from the wound.

*You think that he could care for you? This is the American idiot, he’s to busy fucking around with the German, truth hurts doesn’t it*

/No, It’s not true. Schuldig and he never…. He told me. /

*They do it behind your back Jei they laughed about it whilst they fucked, all at your expense, and now they’re dead*

/THEY’RE NOT DEAD! I DON’T BELIEVE YOU, THEY WEREN’T SEEING EACH OTHER!/

~~

As Crawford watched, even he noticed Farferello’s heart rate quicken and his eyelid flicker quickly. He had no idea what was going on and wished Schuldig was there to try something. He sighed as he lay back against the headboard, shirtsleeves rolled up and the shirt itself, bloody and wet. Closing his eyes, he hoped the Irishman would wake up soon, he didn’t know how long he could keep doing this for. His eyelids dropped and sleep took him as the other two hustled back in to the room, take away wrappers and bags filling their hands.

“Crawford we’re…”

He noticed him asleep and looked to the German who directed him over to the small area with the television.

“Let him be for now”.


Part 13


It’d been almost three days now since the rest of Schwarz had rescued Farferello. As of late they’d had no luck in rousing him to consciousness. All knew that the longer Farferello stayed locked inside his own mind, the less chance of him coming out of it was. Brain damage was also imminent as the days grew. Both Nagi and Schuldig had been making arrangements back to England, hiding any information that could be found and used against them by Esset. Since the first night, Crawford hadn’t spoken a word to either of them, not even bothering to move from the bed unless it was totally necessary. He hadn’t been eating and the others were beginning to worry they’d need to start force feeding him if he didn’t. Feeding Farferello baby food and water had been hard enough as it was, especially in making him swallow.

Nagi shook his head as his gaze drifted from the laptop in front of him to the American on the bed, huddling the Irishman close to him. All morning he’d been reading a paper to him, even going into details of the cartoon section or the latest comedy, anything that would bring him peace, yet hopefully make him realize that Schwarz was indeed alive.

Around mid-afternoon the other two had finally managed to persuade him to take a bath, eat and get some rest as long as they kept talking to the comatose Farferello. With a last look, Crawford moved to the bathroom and turned the taps on. He let the shower warm up as he stared at his paling features; black bags under his eyes to show sleep depravity. Sighing he stepped under the water once he heard Nagi take over from him, allowing the water to soothe his aching muscles.

“I got some magazines, well Schu did, I can’t really tell you what’s going on in playboy, cause you can probably guess”.

He shot a glare at the German, before making himself more comfy on the bed.

“Well I got a computer magazine, you know the one I get every month, but you’d probably be bored with that, but I thought I could put some music on and we could listen whilst I talked right?”

He nodded to himself as he plugged the speakers into his laptop and switched on his MP3 player, he wasn’t sure if the songs were to everyone’s taste but a mix of rock, j-rock, and some odd German stuff Schuldig had persuaded him to download was sure to be okay. He clicked to one of his favorite songs before he started to talk.

“I hope this is okay, I never really knew your taste of music. I guess we don’t know that much about you ne? Well at least music tastes and stuff…”

He tried to keep away from any subject such as god, killing or licking knives, not sure how he’d take it if he could truly hear him.

“Well as you know Crawford’s been talking to you non stop till he passes out, we had to almost lock him in the bathroom so he’d take a shower. He really wants you back because he misses you, we all do Farf. Schu is being his usual self, smoking the motel room out, blowing it in my face just to annoy me and he keeps trying to go on pornographic websites on my laptop. I’m seriously thinking of child locking it. But anyway once you wake up, and I know you will, you’re just resting right now, but when you do we’ll go back to England or wherever you want and start anew.”

He started dwindling as he looked to Schuldig, shrugging his shoulders a little, not quite sure what to say.

“Ya know we all miss you and if you wake up now, Crawford would treat you to those pants you wanted months ago, he might even get the shirt to go with it, but that’s if you still want it. Schu said he’d take you to a club once we get back, though Crawford might get jealous, ummm well you’re probably tired of my yacking ne? I’ll let Schu bother you now”.

He looked up and growled a little as Schuldig backed away. Using a small force he tugged the German to the bed.

//talk to him and be nice//

Nagi then hopped off the bed, taking his laptop to the side to lock it so the German couldn’t use it.

//spoilsport Nagi//

He raised a brow with a grin before pulling his own minesines over.

“Well in playboy, on the first page in a very nice brunette with large…”

“SCHULDIGGGGGG!”

Schu sighed at whi whine from the boy.

“Okay I’ll read him the articles…they’re here somewhere, I think”.

He flicked through the magazine, showing that he was the type to look at the pictures more than anything before stopping at a page.

“Found them?”

The German hummed, turning the page long ways and whistling before he felt an apple hit thck ock of his head.

“ARTICLES”.

“Okay, okay, jeez, you’re no fun”.

He continued to flick through before stopping at a small article page and cleared his throat.

“Debbie is a 28 year old white female. She comes from New York but was born in England and her measurements are…”

He looked up to see Nagi’s eyes glowing at him mor more fruit aimed at his head.

“Anyway, she loves to go for walks in the moonlight, she has a sweet tooth… /I can see that from the picture, must be a bitch to get out/ she has four dogs, and is engaged to be married to the pornstar...OWWWW…I’m just reading what’s there”.

He poutedthe the rest of the fruit connected with his head and growled a little but stopped as Crawford walked out from the bathroom. Towel in hand he made his way over, hair-dripping water as he sat down.

“I can’t believe you are reading him playboy Schuldig, of all the stupid…!”

He sighed, running a hand through his wet locks before looking down at Farferello’s still pale face.

“Crawford you should eat. I can go get you some burgers or um, something?”

Crawford looked up and watched the boy shift from foot to foot before nodding.

“Anything will be fine thank you Nagi, but take him with you”.

He pointed to Schuldig before leaning against the headboard to start talking.

//why do I have to go? //

//just go Schuldig, don’t annoy me and follow orders for once in your life! //

Schuldig pouted but left before Crawford glared at him again and soon caught up to Nagi.

“What crawled up his ass?”

Nagi sighed.

“You wouldn’t understand”.

//try me//

~~

Crawford smiled softly now no one was around. He traced his fingertips gently over Farferello’s aristocratic nose, tracing the pinkish scars with one tip.

“Come on Farfie, please wake up, I know that those two must be getting on your nerves, and don’t worry if Schu reads playboy to you again I’ll kick him”.

He bit his lip so not to sigh and just held him for a moment before moving to get dressed.

~~

*You hear that? How pathetic? You even have figments talking to you now; you really are that sad. How moving it is that you talk to yourself, make these little things work like puppets. You really are…*

“Shut up, shut up! They’re alive, I sense it, I know they’re alive and it’s not me. They care for me and I know they’ll help me get through this”.

Farferello clawed against the chains binding him to his mental self.

*Care for you? If not for them you could have been forgiven for your sins. You murdered your family and then they used you to kill others. Innocents. You enjoyed it! *

“It wasn’t my fault…I…no. I won’t listen to you. They’re alive, I have to go back, and they’ll help me. I’ll have a normal life”.

*You can never be normal. You have no skills, you can’t do anything but kill*

“I can learn and they will help”.

That set in mind he began to struggle against the binds holding him, the chains the other had placed him there with.

*There’s no escape from me Jei*

Though it sounded strong the voice did shake a little as Farferello let the blood from the chains rubbing against him flow.

“I won’t let you win, they will help, no matter what I’m guilty of”.

~~~~~~~~

TBC