Oh Sweet Revenge

Chapter 3: "It's your fault"

Saul Silva woke up with a start. Something was wrong. He didn't know what. But he knew that he felt somewhat empty inside. He looked at the alarm clock on his bedside table, showing him that it was past 1am. The moon lit through the bedroom window, giving everything it touched a silvery shine. He stroke through his hair, trying to figure out what exactly felt wrong. Then it suddenly occurred to him.
"Farah."
He couldn't feel Farah. Their bond was strong, he would usually be able to feel her, he would know what she felt and vice versa. But he didn't. He didn't feel anything, no matter how much he tried. Something had happened to her, he felt that. Without thinking further, Saul jumped out of his bed and stormed out, not even thinking about that he only wore boxer shorts. The only thing he could think about is to get to Farah's Quarters as quickly as possible, hoping she would be there. He opened the doors to the floor with a huge swing and nearly bumped into a slim figure. He started back. It was her. Farah just stood there with a straight posture and without any emotion on her face. Except her eyes. They were red and tears were rolling down her cheeks. She had bruises on her throat. Her usually carefully put together hairstyle was partly opened and a few strands of her honey colored hair had loosened.
"Farah, what-" He didn't understand. She just stood there. Something about her felt even more off than her appearance. He still couldn't feel her, even though she was right in front of him. Before he could do anything else, a shadow appeared behind his fairy. Saul didn't even have time to think. The shadow stroke forward, sending him to the other side of the room. He landed on his back and closed his eyes for a moment to stabilize the pain of the fall. When he opened them again, he could finally see his attacker.

He gasped for air. "N- No, you, y-" "Yes Silva, it is I." Andreas looked down on him, his look full of pure hatred. Saul tried to sit up but Andreas sent him back to the ground with a kick in his stomach. He coughed, rolling to his side. "Weak", Andreas said. He kneeled down quickly and grabbed Saul's hair to lift his head. "I have waited so long for this moment", he whispered in his ear and a fist met Saul's face. The specialist fell back to the ground and groaned in pain. Andreas used that moment to roll him on his stomach. He took out a pair of handcuffs and tied Silva's hand on his back with them. He then harshly rolled him back so they could see each other's faces and continued to work on him with his fists until the specialist nearly fell unconscious.
But Andreas had other plans than just killing him on the spot. He again grabbed Saul's hair and lifted his head, making sure he could see his fairy, who hadn't moved an inch during this whole scenario. "Now look closely, Silva. Look at her." "What did you do to her." Silva said with his teeth pressed together and breathing heavily. The answer he got was a sharp laugh. "I'm just controlling her. See ? She does everything I want her to do" The fairy started walking towards them. As she had reached them, she kneeled down and held up her arms, revealing her wrists from under the sleeve of her coat. The runic limiters were still cutting deeply into her skin, which had turned red from the wounds they caused. "You bastard", Silva growled. Andras shrugged. "It's your fault.", he replied.
He let go of Saul's hair and turned to Farah. Her tears kept rolling down her cheek. Andreas stroked her hair and face while talking. "She's such a beauty. You know, I never understood why you got to have her, when actually it's me who deserved-" "She is not a thing, Andreas", Silva growled and tried to loosen his handcuffs by pulling on them, although without success. "Keep you hands off of her" His voice was shaking and he felt his powers leaving him. He knew he would loose consciousness soon. "Oh I will", Andreas answered, "For now". With those words he freed Farah from his control. She immediately fell to the ground unconscious. Andreas looked at Silva with delight. "Your turn", he smiled creepily.

One second later Silva felt his body standing up and turning around. He tried to stop himself but his body didn't behave his mind. He could feel Andreas taking off his handcuffs and then he turned back around. "Let's go have some fun, shall we ?", Andreas said, walking towards the exit of Silva's Chambers. "Don't forget my Toy", he threw at the specialist. Silva went to his unconscious fairy and picked her up, then followed the intruder to his van.

Saul wanted to scream. He wanted to take out his sword and stab Andreas in the back. That bastard hurt Farah and took her magic. He knew how afraid of loosing her magic and power the headmistress had always been.
What bugged him the most, though, was that Andreas called her 'his toy'. He was raging thinking back to that.
They had nearly reached the van. He was still carrying Farah but his body didn't allow him to take a look at her. He was forced to look straight and it killed him. How badly did he want to look at her, only to make sure that she was at least still breathing. He needed to see her chest move up and down like it always did. Or feel her pulse, as the coat she was wearing was too thick for him to feel any kind of movement from her. But he couldn't. He could only see Andreas walking in front of him, not looking back once as they came closer to the van.