You Crazy Diamond [Original] / / Chapter 2 + 3
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Original title: You Crazy Diamond
Beta: dylan_mx \u0026lt;3
Rating: orange
Warning: strong content (mental illness, attempted murder / suicide)
Chapters: 2 and 3 of 4
Notes: [Written for the BigBang Italy!] this story is definitely one of my experiment, both the writing style is completely different from what I usually do (very little dialogue, very few if not zero and above zero sex scenes funny), but I came and so I wanted to try to bring it to the end. The name Thomas is stolen from the false name of the Master on Doctor Who, and also the name of his father. Happy reading ^ ^
Introduction: Returning from a summer internship Mihail Kivic ', a high school student, discovers that his cousin Thomas, which are not even aware of their existence, it has installed at his home. After a while the newcomer begins to attempt Mihail's life, trying to maim and kill him from that moment Kivic 'attempts to dig into the past of his cousin to find out the reason for his behavior and groped to remove him from himself and his family.
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2 - Fly into the blue painted blue
about a week had passed since Thomas had entered the room with the knife and Mihail, actually, to be later that night had not changed absolutely nothing: Thomas had not attempted to shred and Mihail was not returned to the topic, not even a hint. He had held the most absolute silence with all, had not even confided nothing to Sladjan, who had returned to talk with him as usual when Thomas was not around.
At home, the boy tried to stay as little as possible with his cousin came back together for lunch, eating leftovers from the night before and then closed on to study each one in his room until late afternoon, when the parents of Mihail returned from work.
In the hours spent at home without adult Mihail He was accustomed to lock not only the door of his room, but the knife drawer and closet, where his cousin was planning to cavargli eyes with a screwdriver.
Actually sometimes wondered if he was serious about everything really happened or if maybe it was just a figment of his imagination.
few days before had returned from the camp also his sister to make his life difficult, but luckily the little brat had started school full time and then failed to prevent five days a week. Initially
Mihail was asked if his sister was not at risk with a criminal lunatic in the house, but since it seemed that Thomas was only interested in him decided to keep my mouth shut, not to mention that if had told Vikitza within two minutes had no knowledge of history even his parents.
And then it was no longer so sure that he risked his life that night. For fear of discovering that perhaps what was really a dream he had promised not to tell anyone and he hoped that nothing came to light.
vain hope.
Their classroom was on the third floor of a branch, a large building, an off-white and rather dilapidated, but there was worse (Sladjan still remembered with horror the other branch, where they had been a year, a former juvenile-more or less adapted, but still bars windows). Mihail
usually spent with Sladjan and other recreation in the yard, but that day had been in class a copy of his book from the answers of a form of philosophy that had completely forgotten to do, and there was no other the corridor with him, and seemed semi-deserted, except for a couple of professors who made sure that everything was fine and small groups of boys who were talking about sports. As a good
perfectionist Mihail recopied floor, close to calligraphy, changing words from time to time so as not to understand that you have shamelessly copied. His hand was hurting, the summer had unaccustomed to write.
was so concentrated in copy that did not even notice Thomas: his cousin walked with slow steps into the room without making a sound. Her green eyes were colder than usual, his expression harder, less friendly: he seemed deeply upset.
She leaned against the wall, waiting to finish Mihail copy, the latter saw the other until finally put down the pen on the table and leaned forward to put the sheet on the bench Sladjan.
\u0026lt;Hello.> Thomas said laconically. Mihail
almost fell from his chair, spun around to look at him with a shudder of fear, but once we see that had nothing that could be used as a blunt instrument relaxed a little.
\u0026lt;Hello. What are you doing here?>
was the most friendly to say he succeeded at that time.
\u0026lt;I was bored in the backyard. The others are playing football and I can not play.>
This Mihail very surprised.
\u0026lt;Do not know how to play football? That is, you are not good?>
\u0026lt;I do not know the rules.>
cousin looked more thrilled: it was impossible. He was certain that everyone, good or bad, knew the sport, even without necessarily having play: it was universal, especially the males appeared to be a something vital. And his cousin, until proven otherwise, it was a boy.
There were screams from the garden, someone seemed heavily insulting another person; Mihail rose from his seat, intrigued, the eyes of Thomas did not let him for a moment.
He wanted to get himself and play, but the bell would sound at times.
\u0026lt;Want to go?> Up the other churches in his low tone there was something slightly left. Mihail
nodded and reached the open window, looking out to see the scene: those who had continued to insult the idiot of the 4th D, Steven, who had been embarrassed by two Firstborn that, it seemed, were better than he has in football is with words. Giving back to the door he saw the flash that went into the eyes of Thomas, a simple moment of pure jealousy, because his cousin had her shoulders, hiding her face, her favorite cousin, watching those kids trivial rather than talk to him .
not see him even get close up to him from behind, without any noise, leaned a little to better see the scene that took place in the yard. Was high from the third floor, gulped a little. It slowly occurred to him what he was risking and was a heart sank. He turned, trembling, eyes wide.
Thomas was in front of him a push, strong, fast and Mihail felt the earth under your feet and missed by the body alone and surrounded only by air.
fumbled with his hands and miraculously managed to cling to the side frame of the window: his body was half out, her thighs resting on the sill and hands clasped as he could to the fixtures. Thomas's eyes grew darker with anger, Mihail saw him prepare for another push and she found herself praying with closed eyes that something, anything, happen.
There was a thud, but the second push never came.
The boy opened his eyes and saw before him a tangle of bodies, only a few seconds he was able to recognize the hair of blacks Sladjan, clinging to that Thomas had dragged on the floor and hit him in the dark trying to make him more ; possible harm. For its part, the other said very little, just protecting his face and defending the low parts with his knees.
The bell interrupted the beating: the dark he rose, leaving Thomas to the ground, doubled over in pain, again with his usual indifferent expression.
Mihail took advantage of the pause to recover to everything that was going on and get my feet back on the ground, closed the window before risking again to finish off (or more likely, before Thomas Sladjan get up in weight and threw him down from the third floor). The dark
actually grabbed the boy by the arm to the ground and unceremoniously lifted weight put it back together, throwing a look that clearly wanted to make him understand that it was not at all convenient to denounce the beating of a teacher or other boys. At that time the others began to enter the classroom, and Thomas with a pitch a bit 'wobbly, slipped in the bathroom. Mihail
Sladjan approached and whispered: \u0026lt;The two of us we need to talk.>
The other nodded gravely.
\u0026lt;Not now, anyway, and not here. - He answered - After school, wait, we speak out.>
Thomas did not wait for that day to return home together, he had the nerve to and do it in his heart he was more than happy Mihail; Sladjan him and waited until everyone else had left the courtroom and walked slowly down the stairs together.
They went to a park near the school, where small spent the afternoon, it was hot at that hour there was not a living soul.
\u0026lt;It is not the first time, right?>
Mihail They looked and saw how he had to guess: he did not feel so scared. The first half had had a nervous breakdown, quiet and restrained, but still a crisis, but this time had only been afraid at first, when he was about to fall, but now he felt unusually calm, normal.
\u0026lt;E 'already happened again.>
Sladjan shook his head.
\u0026lt;That guy is out of my mind completely. Did you tell anyone?>
\u0026lt;No ... I do not believe ever.>
The Moor did not agree: he continued to shake his head, his face dark with concern.
\u0026lt;It is far from clear, Mihail! You can not sit still and wait for you to kill, that there is a crazy psychopath, is detained.>
"Unless they have already done."
That thought was an automatic bolt from the blue for the boy had never asked how he could have a cousin with homicidal tendencies. Certainly could not be the only to have noticed that Thomas was not quite okay with wheels, surely someone had taken action at that time.
thought for a while. His cousin had appeared out of nowhere, before that he had never heard of: he knew that he was the son of a cousin of his mother, but had never seen her or her husband. He knew only that there were somewhere in the world, knew that he was very rich family that was constantly around the world, as well as his wife.
did not know if the child had ever followed them in their travels or if he had been entrusted to someone with a ruler or the like.
Suddenly he wanted to shut himself in room her, attached to your PC and look for the answers he wanted, convinced that he would find in a hurry.
separated from Sladjan with the promise that one of those days would tell the whole truth to his parents, which in fact had no intention of doing.
He came home running, threw away the leftovers that Thomas had left him, in yet another spasm in case we had put the poison, and skip the dining room is flung into the computer, tried illnesses, personality disorders , homicidal tendencies that coincide with the behavior of his cousin.
After hours of searching, the answers would not hear to come out and the safety of the boy began to falter. Mikhail shook his head angrily, and ran a hand through his hair was hot and the hum of the computer made him a headache. He turned off everything and stuck in bed, reflecting on what suited him to do.
would have to start from the beginning: to draw a family tree of Thomas, see if the same disease he had had someone else's family, then check whether there were mental disorders inherit (about knew very little), find structures that tried to cure them, contact someone who had known him as a child ... find something, anything that could corroborate his story when it was decided to say everything to his parents and denounce the assaults.
occurred to him that he could also ask the person directly involved, but something made him believe that it was not a good idea, I wonder how could she react? Maybe he would have attacked in a fit of rage or maybe you would find only one of those classic responses that do not really respond to anything.
decided not to ask anything, if nothing else had worked would have tried, the rest of his plan did not seem so stupid, indeed, seemed a sensible plan, certainly makes more sense to sit still waiting to be killed by his cousin. For a few days
Mihail and Thomas did not speak, without even looking; Sladjan tried to convince his friend to change his place and not be close to his cousin, but he strongly opposed, at least he knew the risks he ran, could not let one of his unsuspecting companion placed next to a potential murderess. If not then something happened if I could forgive. The leaves fell
plan, carried by the wind, to be deposited on the surface of water: Thomas would go on for hours with that game. There were things he never tired of doing, as observe the sky and clouds, or for just letting the leaves fall from the window straight in the puddles. If you could drop them in small puddles were five points in those great one. If a leaf fell on the ground and not in water, were eight points lower. His current score was five.
smiled. He could have continued forever, had so much time at his disposal.
She had all the time in the world because he knew that there would not have been able to go, could not remember when it was entered, but it was not certain that it would come out. He imagined
often to drop old leaves in the puddles while telling a story to some children at the time, slow voice, low and tired.
Yes, he had too much time.
3 - Search and find
Mihail realized that to find all the information he needed was to be a hacker or something like that: it was not like the movies where the protagonist smanetta for a couple of minutes pc and find exactly what you want, after two days of surfing the net the boy had not dug a spider hole. He shook his head, irritated: he was just wasting his time.
The only alternative was to start asking questions around, go to a real old style, would in the meantime could have asked his mother the name of his cousin, the mother of Thomas, see with what relatives at hand had formed strong bonds and go to them to learn more. That same evening
Mihail went to his mother in the living room, intent on sewing Vikitza while playing on the rug with a teddy bear and told by the thread and sign everything he had done at school that day, Thomas had already withdrawn his room. Mihail
sat next to his mother and sister, taking advantage of a pause, he began talking to her, slowly approaching the subject that interested him, he said that he felt that his cousin had set enough well in school, that although he had no friends in particular, was still respected by his peers and other things like that. The woman said that Thomas was very reserved and feared that tended to isolate themselves.
\u0026lt;'s just a bit' so, that's all. After all, it arrived recently, have time to overcome his shyness ... how long that will stop us?> Casually asked the boy.
\u0026lt;Actually, his mother has given me, asked if we could host it for some time.>
\u0026lt;But did you hear about these days? Will be glad to know that Thomas is fine by us ... by the way, what's your name?> Insisted on waiting impatiently for the answer.
\u0026lt;Elena.>
\u0026lt;Oh, and his father?>
\u0026lt;Henry. But I never saw him, in the end have always lived far away from us.>
The boy said he knew where they lived and when he heard the name of the city many of its hopes fade away: the other was virtually part of the nation, hundreds of miles away. For him it was unattainable, was a trip too long and expensive: if they had close ties strong with relatives in that area he could not ask questions in person.
is restrained from asking his mother if his cousin had a special relationship with someone, she would not make it clear that he was doing third grade. He went back to talking about his cousin and before long, pretending tired, she ran to her room to tidy mind what he had discovered. He turned on the computer again and tried about Henry Saxon and his wife, once again found very little about them and zero in on potential medical reports of their child. Exploited the white pages for a list of those who bore the Saxon name or that of her mother and, through the code, controlled area in which they lived, but there were too many people, certainly not all his relatives, with the same name and the search was almost completely useless. He turned off the pc, even more angry than before, and decided that we would have thought the next day.
The next day she was in class and Mihail Sladjan Loredana find: it was their old childhood friend, had known for years and she still managed to surprise them. She was a vigorous, full of good intentions that could almost always to complete, only to then not be rewarded for his work.
few days before had been chosen among the four representatives of the school and she was immediately put to move from classroom to classroom to distribute forms to be filled, proposals for non-school work on which he wanted the views of students. Mihail had warned that 90% of the student body does not care the least about the projects that the proposed school and the only thing they wanted was to return as quickly as possible at home when the bell rings, the girl could only get a big disappointment if he thought to actively participate in projects to other students, but she was not discouraged.
He stole two minutes to the English teacher to explain briefly what consisted of those proposals and distribute the cards personally. Passing in front of their desks squeezed Sladjan in the eye and Mihail, who looked for a moment as if to say "has not yet realized that it is wasted effort."
That afternoon, while trying with little success to translate a version of Latin, Mihail received a text message to Loren's question who was that handsome guy next to him. His first reaction was to make fun, but when he realized that the supposed "nice guy next to him" was that crazy murderer of his cousin nearly choked with his own saliva.
"It 's my cousin, but I assure you, is not the type for you, indeed, is not your type of girls, let loose, "he replied.
obviously knew it was useless. She did not deter the next day, along with Sladjan, Mihail went to talk to her during the interval.
They found the ground floor near the vending machines, surrounded by girls and boys who were wondering what exactly to do with the cards that had distributed the day before.
\u0026lt;You just put a cross on the proposals that you think interesting and write two lines do not change what you are impressed by all ... it is not difficult, you see? Here and here ...> The
carried away by force the group to speak in a quieter place, pursued by the protests of the boys still did not understand what they should do with that piece of paper.
The three pocket in the computer room on the second floor, which was empty: the technician was to drink a cup of coffee and the boys were not allowed to stay there in recreation, Loredana looked very tired and a little upset.
\u0026lt;Are you okay?> Mihail asked, worried, but she nodded.
\u0026lt;I'm sick of constantly repeating the same things ... it was all explained on the card, but do not understand, still chasing me for stupid questions!> snapped as she sat on a swivel chair.
\u0026lt;Do not tell me that you have come to ask how to fill out that card ...>
They spent the rest of recreation to advise Thomas to say that it was a problem child, disturbed, which was not really suitable to have a social life , let alone a relationship! However, she remained of his idea: Thomas liked, and a lot too.
\u0026lt;But why?!>
\u0026lt;It has very beautiful eyes. Sad, but beautiful. Actually seems like a very sad boy, but very attractive.> Mihail
had a great desire to bang his head against the table, at one point, just a few seconds before the bell rang, he decided to act.
\u0026lt;I'm telling you, Lore? If you want to present it.>
A moment later he found himself Sladjan the elbow between the ribs and knew that his friend did not share his brilliant idea, a plan was in fact Thomas did not shine for gifts exceptional, would be enough to tell us a little lore to classify as "normal guy and not very interesting." They decided that they could organize a
out all four, go to the movies or a drink; Lore and Mihail organized in short everything, while Sladjan, one hand on the forehead, showed his disagreement. Incredibly Thomas immediately accepted the proposal and two days after they went out together in the evening for a pizza with friends, Mihail did not believe that you would never find in an atmosphere as surreal: he was sitting next to her cousin, a disturbed boy with trends murder, which at that time chatting amiably with her best friend, at least in theory, should not have been so much appreciate that output. He and Sladjan felt completely out of place and for a moment he wondered if he had not really given birth to an improbable story of Thomas and Lore. He prayed that it was not like that or Sladjan have reproached him for life.
When they returned home it was night; Mihail not even bother to be alone in the dark with his cousin that night Thomas had seemed so human, so amiable that he never felt in danger at all.
even ventured to wonder if he liked Lorenzo, but all I got was a terse "is nice." And again he was thought to have created something absolutely wrong.
Their output was only four have increased the interest of Loredana Thomas, which Sladjan judged totally negative and destructive in every respect; Mihail refrained from commenting, but on the other hand did not seem at all that his cousin reciprocate the feelings of the.
And because of all the brown thing that had lost sight of his search for information about Thomas, so on Saturday afternoon he found himself black humor, his nose pressed against the glass of the living room while it was raining outside that God sent her, was full of guilt, he thought he had literally wasted his time and being a real wimp. A
him down the morale in heels joined his sister, who arrived in the living room hopping merrily singing a song that seemed the very symbol of Sailor Moon.
\u0026lt;What do you want?> Muttered annoyed seeing a cloud that resembled a whale with a terrible head of cabbage on his head.
\u0026lt;Big brother, I can tell you what I did yesterday ... crazy->
\u0026lt;No.>
'And I told you that ..?>
\u0026lt;No.>
\u0026lt; It's not that ..?>
\u0026lt;Absolutely not. I am looking for information about the mother of Thomas, and then disappear from sight.>
Vikitza remained stops for a few seconds to set his brother, who already was preparing to hear her burst into tears.
'I know who knew the mother of Tommy.>
Mihail looked at her incredulously, his eyes wide open.
\u0026lt;Look, if it is a lie ...>
\u0026lt;But it's true!>
\u0026lt;And how do you know?>
The answer was his grandmother, Mihail had rarely seen in those last year, after he grew up and was pretty tired of listening to the speeches of old, that beyond a certain age had begun to have memory lapses and repeated always the same two or three episodes of his life, or always the same phrases circumstances. But her sister went to see her very often and, by dint of hearing them, he remembered the family stories his grandmother told: about a decade before the mother of Thomas was the guest for a few months old. They spoke almost exclusively of his son, the family business and stuff.
Mihail was so elated that nearly hugged her sister, but he stayed, he would not be dragged in reply to her room to play with dolls: Vikitza was so, show some 'affection, or pity, and she immediately took advantage.
She actually remembered someone else.
The boy shook his head: it was much easier now! His grandmother lived in a ten minute walk from their house, a walk really, but train to reach the other side of the world! He wanted to go to her at once, as it was, without a jacket or umbrella, and the only real reason why he did that was the worse time out from moment to moment, the rain had turned into first- a real shower with controfiocchi, as he did not see one for ages.
The fierce wind beat against the windows outside, and perhaps soon would also hailed. For more than a gust of wind strong that it shook violently outside the window gave a Vikitza urletto and clung to her brother terrified. Mihail
swallowed as he tried to take it off and drive it off in the room to do homework, or at least convince her to go to his mother knew it had to hope for good weather the next day to go to his grandmother, but at least you felt more made just ten minutes earlier.
The wind beat against the windows reminded him of something. Thomas closed his eyes a little, his head resting on the pillow, had placed himself lying on the bed even though they were only four in the afternoon, but he liked to doze at that hour, when did not have homework or other things to do. Actually, it was rare that he had something to do, especially on Saturday afternoon, there was no friend who was waiting for a ride in the center or invite him to his house to study or simply have fun. There never was anyone, and Thomas was aware of what was hardly unusual for a boy his age, but ultimately could not miss them even if he knew how it felt to have friends. To be honest, he had enjoyed with Mihail, Sladjan and Loredana.
smiled, remembering that night. He would like to repeat the experience, but his cousin and his friend had not seemed very at ease. Probably because of him.
As always, because of her, she thought.
He turned his head slightly and closed his eyes and looked out, looking for some other reason that is not what, it was quite depressing. The girl
.
He thought for a while: it was obvious that the old man just wanted to make him meet a combined meeting.
honestly did not care, she did not care: he had a strong character, of course, was a girl of a certain culture, which was nice to talk, but he was absolutely predictable. Too direct, too open, not like that much.
He loved one and the only things that bewitch the first and suddenly she was not successful.
The roar of thunder shook the windows with force; Vikitza in the hallway was crying with fear.
Thomas turned on its side and closed his eyes, tired, wanted the evening would never end.
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