A dark room. Three chairs, one table on the left side of the scenery. Crawford is doing paperwork, writing. Schuldig, left side, has his legs on the table, sometimes gazing lazily at Crawford, right side.
Schuldig: I just had to think of... do you remember when we first met? You wore this funny violet glasses, and you weren't really interested in forming Schwarz.
Crawford: without interrupting his work Why do you mention the glasses? Do they affect the story you want to tell in any way?
Schuldig: No. grinning But I never saw them again. You never even thought of them again. I just wondered why.
Crawford: in a lightly annoyed voice Because it was the worst day ever, the day I said to take you. Could you now, please, carry on your story?
Schuldig: Ok, ok. So the day we met first, Bradly over here points didn't want to form a group. He had bad experiences about groups and preferred to work alone. But he were asked to form a team, and now the organisation called him and said, the had someone he might be interested in. They didn't go in details, but their beg for coming normally was a nice formulated order, and there were no point to make a fight of it.
Crawford: interrupting Schuldig Not to forget I were to tired of doing so that moment.
Schuldig: So he went there. One of the scientists already waited for him, and they entered the so called "mystery section". This sector contained all the strict secretly handled things. Crawford began to think it could be an advantage, to see this person. At least he or she, who ever it was, seemed to be strong enough to be taken that important.
Crawford: stands up, walks towards the other side of the room
Schuldig: The stopped in front of the door of one experimental room. The red blinking lamp over the door showed an experiment in action. After entering they climbed the observer's platform, leaving the entrance to the testing room by their left. The woman pointed without a word at the window that looked down to the testing room. Crawford followed her pointing finger and turned to see what they wanted to show him.
Crawford: turns and looks down at the auditory What I saw? Nothing. I mean, I were sure there was something, but I didn't actually see anybody. In the middle of the room there was a machine, formed like a cylinder.
Schuldig: He shuddered, for he knew what it was. Long, thin strings were fixed on it, whipping the air around it when it spun. He had been trained with this machine himself, to make his precognitive skills more precise, faster, by figuring out where the string would be at which time. The task was to avoid the strings, for being hid by them hurt like hell. One of the reasons why he hated the organisation.
Crawford: But that day, down there seemed to be no one. No human figure could be seen, and I just wanted to turn around and ask the woman, why they showed me a empty room, when the machine stopped. Moments later, there appeared a person, hands leaning on the knees, light red hair hanging down, covering his face. After some seconds he raised, stared at the window they stood behind. I followed his look. One of the scientists nodded, pressed a button and returned to his what- ever- work. "He's fast. Supernormal fast. Not like you he knows where the strings will be, but he can avoid them when they come towards him. The speed of the machine is higher than it ever was, when you were down there." The lady smiled at me and leaded me to the other side of the observer's room. The red-haired boy crouched in a small room under us, you couldn't say if sleeping or awake. "But, Mr Crawford, being fast is not his only ability. Do you see the band around his forehead? It's not for fashion reasons," she giggeled. For heavens sake, what a bad joke. "But to protect ourselves. You must know" she gazed at me, "He's telepathic. The strongest we ever saw. Not only able to read your thoughts, but can also influence them. The band is to block this. Interested?"
Schuldig: No question that he was. Not yet in forming a group with that bay, but in learning to know him. They walked down to the small room. When they entered, the woman stopped besides the door, only Crawford walked towards the boy.
Young Schuldig appears, sits down in the very middle of the room. He wears a white coat and band around his head.
Crawford: turning half, looking directly at Young Schuldig I saw a boy, around fourteen years, shoulder long red hair, a few freckles, staring at me. He wasn't concerned about me in any way, and he had the most sarcastic eyes I'd ever seen.
Schuldig: One more new scientist, I thought. One more person thinking about how to test or train me or just observing me. Nothing that would make any change, after all.
Crawford: walks some steps, stops right before Young Schuldig You are fast.
Young Schuldig: emotionless, not looking up No. Everything else is slow.
Crawford: You're telepathic?
Young Schuldig: No, just good in guessing peoples thoughts.
Crawford: Show me.
Young Schuldig: I ain't allowed to.
Crawford: looking over his shoulder into off, than back Seems to be ok.
Young Schuldig: Taking off the band, for the first time looking up to Crawford
Schuldig: We talked about some things that time, and I looked through his head to know who he was. The first and only time he didn't stop me silence In the end I decided to go with him. And he decided to form Schwarz and to begin with me.
Young Schuldig: leaves room
Crawford: sits down again How many years have it been now? You were the first of you three, who entered Schwarz. And later, there came Nagi and Farfarello. It has been a long time, hasn't it?
Schuldig: I just wonder why I never got tired of you guys.
