Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾
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Instead of answering the question, Schuldig asked his own. "Who sent you?"
He fully expected this was the night he would die. But after a moment a little tension fell off, and he took a deep sip of his drink, trying to make peace with the thought.
He fully expected this was the night he would die. But after a moment a little tension fell off, and he took a deep sip of his drink, trying to make peace with the thought.
October 19, 2025 at 4:38 AM
Instead of answering the question, Schuldig asked his own. "Who sent you?"
He fully expected this was the night he would die. But after a moment a little tension fell off, and he took a deep sip of his drink, trying to make peace with the thought.
He fully expected this was the night he would die. But after a moment a little tension fell off, and he took a deep sip of his drink, trying to make peace with the thought.
< He even managed to find a smirk, and turned the glass in his hand, before raising it to his lips and taking a sip.
'Telekinesis? Illusion? And who trained you?' he wondered, his mind projecting his thoughts far enough for the other to hear them.
'Telekinesis? Illusion? And who trained you?' he wondered, his mind projecting his thoughts far enough for the other to hear them.
October 13, 2025 at 5:49 AM
< He even managed to find a smirk, and turned the glass in his hand, before raising it to his lips and taking a sip.
'Telekinesis? Illusion? And who trained you?' he wondered, his mind projecting his thoughts far enough for the other to hear them.
'Telekinesis? Illusion? And who trained you?' he wondered, his mind projecting his thoughts far enough for the other to hear them.
The soul the eyes would have found was equally dark, but human. A deep pool of emotion, numbed down with alcohol and pain killers. Scars of torture, but not all his own.
And he was alert, his legs so tense that he could jump or run at any moment. But he tried to mask how he felt. >
And he was alert, his legs so tense that he could jump or run at any moment. But he tried to mask how he felt. >
October 13, 2025 at 5:47 AM
The soul the eyes would have found was equally dark, but human. A deep pool of emotion, numbed down with alcohol and pain killers. Scars of torture, but not all his own.
And he was alert, his legs so tense that he could jump or run at any moment. But he tried to mask how he felt. >
And he was alert, his legs so tense that he could jump or run at any moment. But he tried to mask how he felt. >
"Thanks for the drink," Schuldig mumbled, in a deep but soft voice, using his lips to speak this time.
"I'm more concerned about the how."
Dangerously weird, he decided for himself. This stranger was dangerous.
"I'm more concerned about the how."
Dangerously weird, he decided for himself. This stranger was dangerous.
October 12, 2025 at 5:30 PM
"Thanks for the drink," Schuldig mumbled, in a deep but soft voice, using his lips to speak this time.
"I'm more concerned about the how."
Dangerously weird, he decided for himself. This stranger was dangerous.
"I'm more concerned about the how."
Dangerously weird, he decided for himself. This stranger was dangerous.
< as clear as if he was talking.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Who the fuck are you?"
October 12, 2025 at 2:55 PM
< as clear as if he was talking.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Who the fuck are you?"
January 26, 2025 at 12:29 PM
January 26, 2025 at 12:27 PM
January 26, 2025 at 12:27 PM
January 26, 2025 at 12:27 PM
< Those golden eyes were staring at the ceiling, waiting for the torture to end.
"Leave him be," the soft voice of his room mate took him back to his bed.
"I'm projecting ain't I?"
He got no answer, just another rush of peace and calm. "Sleep."
And that he did.
"Leave him be," the soft voice of his room mate took him back to his bed.
"I'm projecting ain't I?"
He got no answer, just another rush of peace and calm. "Sleep."
And that he did.
January 26, 2025 at 12:24 PM
< Those golden eyes were staring at the ceiling, waiting for the torture to end.
"Leave him be," the soft voice of his room mate took him back to his bed.
"I'm projecting ain't I?"
He got no answer, just another rush of peace and calm. "Sleep."
And that he did.
"Leave him be," the soft voice of his room mate took him back to his bed.
"I'm projecting ain't I?"
He got no answer, just another rush of peace and calm. "Sleep."
And that he did.
< and held him close. A feeling of sunrays on his skin. Slight, comfortable tiredness. "Go back to sleep. I'll stay awake for a bit."
Just for a second Schuldig thought back to the pale boy down in the basement. He was alone. He had no tele-empathic friend soothe him to sleep. >
Just for a second Schuldig thought back to the pale boy down in the basement. He was alone. He had no tele-empathic friend soothe him to sleep. >
January 26, 2025 at 12:24 PM
< and held him close. A feeling of sunrays on his skin. Slight, comfortable tiredness. "Go back to sleep. I'll stay awake for a bit."
Just for a second Schuldig thought back to the pale boy down in the basement. He was alone. He had no tele-empathic friend soothe him to sleep. >
Just for a second Schuldig thought back to the pale boy down in the basement. He was alone. He had no tele-empathic friend soothe him to sleep. >
< A sight, then the sound of fabric sliding down the metal frame of the other bunk. "I know."
Of course he knew. He was a tele-empath. Tele-empaths could feel other people's pain. And they also could...
Comfortable warmth rushed through Schuldig's body as his room mate hugged him >
Of course he knew. He was a tele-empath. Tele-empaths could feel other people's pain. And they also could...
Comfortable warmth rushed through Schuldig's body as his room mate hugged him >
January 26, 2025 at 12:24 PM
< A sight, then the sound of fabric sliding down the metal frame of the other bunk. "I know."
Of course he knew. He was a tele-empath. Tele-empaths could feel other people's pain. And they also could...
Comfortable warmth rushed through Schuldig's body as his room mate hugged him >
Of course he knew. He was a tele-empath. Tele-empaths could feel other people's pain. And they also could...
Comfortable warmth rushed through Schuldig's body as his room mate hugged him >
< Schuldig didn't need to look up. He knew the voice of his room mate, knew the soft touch against his mind. He let him in, so they could talk in silence.
"Nightmares."
"I can feel as much."
"They torture people." >
"Nightmares."
"I can feel as much."
"They torture people." >
January 26, 2025 at 12:24 PM
< Schuldig didn't need to look up. He knew the voice of his room mate, knew the soft touch against his mind. He let him in, so they could talk in silence.
"Nightmares."
"I can feel as much."
"They torture people." >
"Nightmares."
"I can feel as much."
"They torture people." >
< There were rumors about a fire starter, and a boy who could talk to animals.
No pain. It wasn't so much the ability that shocked him, but the fact that down below the school were those single cell corridors. And at the end...
"What's the matter Shu?" >
No pain. It wasn't so much the ability that shocked him, but the fact that down below the school were those single cell corridors. And at the end...
"What's the matter Shu?" >
January 26, 2025 at 12:24 PM
< There were rumors about a fire starter, and a boy who could talk to animals.
No pain. It wasn't so much the ability that shocked him, but the fact that down below the school were those single cell corridors. And at the end...
"What's the matter Shu?" >
No pain. It wasn't so much the ability that shocked him, but the fact that down below the school were those single cell corridors. And at the end...
"What's the matter Shu?" >
< Schuldig had heard a lot about this school. He had seen a lot. The rather fragile and hyper sensible tele-empaths who shared most classes with him. Clairvoyants, precogs and object readers. He would meet them at the canteen or during gym hours. >
January 26, 2025 at 12:24 PM
< Schuldig had heard a lot about this school. He had seen a lot. The rather fragile and hyper sensible tele-empaths who shared most classes with him. Clairvoyants, precogs and object readers. He would meet them at the canteen or during gym hours. >
< The boy he had seen... he had never seen him before. It was a face he could never forget - so pale. And those golden eyes like gemstones lined in silver.
He was clearly not a telepath, or else he would have met him in class.
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. >
He was clearly not a telepath, or else he would have met him in class.
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. >
January 26, 2025 at 12:24 PM
< The boy he had seen... he had never seen him before. It was a face he could never forget - so pale. And those golden eyes like gemstones lined in silver.
He was clearly not a telepath, or else he would have met him in class.
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. >
He was clearly not a telepath, or else he would have met him in class.
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. >
< Schuldig woke up drenched in sweat. Was it a dream? A vision?
He was almost surprised he could move, and he stumbled down from his bunk bed, towards the small sink in the corner of the room. From the square mirror his reflection stared at him like a ghost. >
He was almost surprised he could move, and he stumbled down from his bunk bed, towards the small sink in the corner of the room. From the square mirror his reflection stared at him like a ghost. >
January 26, 2025 at 12:24 PM
< Schuldig woke up drenched in sweat. Was it a dream? A vision?
He was almost surprised he could move, and he stumbled down from his bunk bed, towards the small sink in the corner of the room. From the square mirror his reflection stared at him like a ghost. >
He was almost surprised he could move, and he stumbled down from his bunk bed, towards the small sink in the corner of the room. From the square mirror his reflection stared at him like a ghost. >
< For a moment I see a grin. I can hear a chuckle, raspy and unlike my own. Sensual lips and long, pale lashes. Golden eyes.
"Time to fucking leave."
"Time to fucking leave."
January 26, 2025 at 12:24 PM
< For a moment I see a grin. I can hear a chuckle, raspy and unlike my own. Sensual lips and long, pale lashes. Golden eyes.
"Time to fucking leave."
"Time to fucking leave."
< I know what's coming. They'll test my pain levels. Because I can't feel pain.
I can't feel pain?
Since when can't I feel pain?
"You're in the wrong head, telepath." >
I can't feel pain?
Since when can't I feel pain?
"You're in the wrong head, telepath." >
January 26, 2025 at 12:24 PM
< I know what's coming. They'll test my pain levels. Because I can't feel pain.
I can't feel pain?
Since when can't I feel pain?
"You're in the wrong head, telepath." >
I can't feel pain?
Since when can't I feel pain?
"You're in the wrong head, telepath." >
< I close my eyes. The next moment I'm already inside. Can't move my hands, can't move my legs. I try to look down... ah right. They strapped me to the bed.
So many scars on my legs, but as I'm wondering about them, they force my head back and fixate it as well. >
So many scars on my legs, but as I'm wondering about them, they force my head back and fixate it as well. >
January 26, 2025 at 12:24 PM
< I close my eyes. The next moment I'm already inside. Can't move my hands, can't move my legs. I try to look down... ah right. They strapped me to the bed.
So many scars on my legs, but as I'm wondering about them, they force my head back and fixate it as well. >
So many scars on my legs, but as I'm wondering about them, they force my head back and fixate it as well. >