Trashed And Scattered [[Deathie Attack!]]

[Anastasia MacKeltar]

March 24

Ana actually had nothing to do with this attack. She had been laying low lately, more withdrawn than ever, even with her brother. She was laying in her room tonight, staring at the moon, and had returned to writing in her journal. She finally gave up and threw herself back onto her pillow, staring at the ceiling. Her thoughts were pretty simple really: Fuck. She had screwed up pretty badly, really. She'd not contacted the Death Eaters in a few months, and she certainly hadn't asked for her orders or anything. She was screwed. Then a noise came, and she sat bolt upright in her bed, eyes on her door. And then it came, and boy had she wished it hadn't. The door began to open, and her eyes widened. What the--?

They came fast, two of them, and hit her hard with a stunning spell, that she dodged, grabbing her wand as she rolled off the bed. She shot a spell at them, but they dodged as well, one slicing the air with his wand and the other shooting another spell. The slice cut open her cheek, and she gasped, stumbling by the sheer force of it as it slammed her against the wall. After a few moments, she was bound and gagged, slung over one large man's shoulder. And barely conscious. She glared daggers at them, her gaze seething. "Don't worry, princess, we're not killing you. The uppers aren't so happy with you at the moment. In fact, they think you've... slacked." Her eyes widened, and she stared at him before being taken out the window, whisked away into the night. One word summed this all up...

Shit.


Aimee was pretty much exhausted. She had been out shopping all day with Faith, and as she looked over at her friend, she couldn't help but smile. She was fast asleep, Max curled up at her feet. She finally closed her eyes with a smile and fell asleep, slipping into wonderful dreams involving Mr. Aindrea. However, Max sensed that something was wrong. The dog lifted his head, sniffing the air, and started to growl. Then the door was softly opened, and Max started to bark, standing up and protecting Faith. Aimee and Faith both jolted upright, staring with wide eyes at the door. Then three Death Eaters piled inside, one heading over to Faith, one aiming for Aimee, and the last guarding the door so they couldn't escape.

Faith screamed, and the Death Eater's eyes narrowed as he moved to fire a curse at her, but Max instead leaped at him, biting his wand arm and snapping his wand in half with his weight. Faith immediately scrambled out of bed, backing against the wall in fear. The Death Eater swore, trying to fight off Max, but it was no use. Finally he managed to throw the dog down and turned on Faith, lifting his wand and muttering a curse, aiming it at her. It would actually slowly stop her body functions, but he didn't get a chance to finish as Max leaped at him from behind. However, a weaker portion of it hit her, though it didn't affect her body. It did, however, affect her senses. Or, more specifically, one: her sight. She slowly lost her vision as the spell took effect.

Aimee, on the other hand, had no dog to defend her. She ended up with a few slash marks across her arms and such before ropes decended to wrap around her wrists and legs. They gagged her and he picked her up, knocking her out with a spell, and threw her to the guy at the door, who disappeared, slipping out the way they had come easily and left with her. The other one left a little note on the bed. He looked at the other, who was fighting the dog, and said,"Come on, you idiot! Let's get out of here!" The other one wanted to protest, but found himself persuaded as the dog aimed for his crotch. He hit Max, who yelped, and then he ran after the others, slamming the door shut behind him. Max limped over to Faith, licking her face gently to try and get her. She was sobbing, and as she had lost her sight, she reached out to find him and pulled him close, burying her face in his fur.


Aly was up late tonight, though it wasn't for any specific reason. More or less, she was bored and was playing some sort of 'video game' on the box thingy called a 'computer' or something silly like that. Whatever it was, it was fun. Something like 'World of Warcraft' or some sort of thing; whatever. It was fun kicking other people's asses. And it was great anger management, too, which was always better than bashing other people's heads in, right? Right. Anyways, so she was busy doing that, and she was just about to beat the shit out of the head boss guy in the quest thingy she was doing, when she heard the scream. "What the hell? Hey, keep your kinky sex noises to yourself!" she screamed at the next room, turning back to her game.

Then her door burst open, and she turned as a spell hit her computer, frying it. Her eyes widened, and she yelled at her attacker,"What the FUCK was that for, bitch?!" She shot out of her chair, pulling her wand and attempting to slice off his balls and hand them to him, but was hit by a Sectumsempra curse. She swore loudly and fired a stunning spell at him with no effect, as he wasn't there anymore, but was instead standing right beside her. What the... hell? Oh shit. He laughed, grabbing her wand and throwing it on the bed. He then hissed,"Such a pretty little thing... I'd hate to ruin you... But I can't have you screaming so loud and giving us away, now can I? Oh no." Then his mouth covered hers, and he grinned wickedly as she struggled to get away, but his hands held her perfectly still.

Shit. Forgot about the legs, and as her knee drove home, he stumbled backwards, breathing sharply and letting loose a string of swear words to rival her own. "Bitch." It was whispered, but it was there, and then he flung himself at her, throwing them both to the ground, and once he had her pinned as he sat on top of her, he pointed his wand at her throat. She stared at him, eyes narrowed and fuming. His hood had fallen back to reveal a very handsome boy about her age, maybe a few months older, who had short dark hair, dark eyes, and a very tanned skin tone. His nose was straight, his bottom lip a little fuller than his top. Okay, so her attacker was pretty damn hot. So what? He grinned wickedly at her and then pulled his wand up and knocked her out after whispering,"You're lucky. I'll spare you this time..." Then she was out, and her last thought was pretty lame.

Damn, it took me HOURS to get that far, and right before I kill him, he fries my damn computer!

[Mirabelle Miette]

Beds were so comfortable, a fact which Mirabelle discovered upon flopping onto hers sometime that evening. It was amazing how doing almost nothing all day really wore you out. The blonde was lying length-ways on her bed, which wasn't the most comfortable position, really, as her bed really wasn't that wide and there was no pillow this side. She dragged herself up into a sitting position with a groan, thinking that not only was she tired but she was hungry, too. Well, it was too late for that, now. At least she'd be able to get a decent sleep tonight. She'd been having those dreams lately. Ones that wake you up in the middle of the night shaking and upset, but you could never remember exactly what they were about. Pesky buggers.

But for some reason, the Intermise was sure she would be able to sleep tonight, and she moved slightly so that her head was now on the pillow, not bothering to change out of her day clothes apart from switching her jeans for a pair of comfy pajama bottoms. Her boring tee shirt would do as a temporary pajama top for now. Rolling onto her side, hair splayed across her pillow, Belle closed her eyes and tried to get to sleep. Only to find that... she couldn't. Even though she was so sleepy she thought that she'd pass out mere minutes ago. How typical. She sat up after a while and stared out into the dark, thinking about people and places and what she was going to do tomorrow. There were some funny pumps, barks and yells from the next room, but she suspected it was only friends arguing.

Then there was the knock at her door.

Frowning, Mirabelle wondered who the heck that could possibly be at this time of night. Surely not a friend? She stepped off her bed and walked to the door, opening it slightly and peering out. Her expression of curiosity turned to one of shock and horror as a figure in a black cloak giggled evilly and whispered, "Boo." Belle screamed as the Death Eater flicked her long wand, causing a crack to go off. The Intermise was blasted backwards, clear over her bed until she smashed into the wardrobe, cracking one of the doors and landing slightly inside it, head throbbing where she had banged it off the door's metal hinge. Dazed, Belle touched the side of her head, just at the edge of her face, and felt warm, sticky liquid in her hair and dripping slowly down her face.

As Belle regained her senses, she realized that this Death Eater was cocky. She was making her way slowly to her victim, and this gave Belle a chance to move quickly - well, as quickly as she could considering she had a wound to the head - and stumble to her bedside table to grab her wand. The Death Eater cursed, and cast the disarming spell at the girl, whose wand flew out of her hand. Mirabelle blinked. Dude; now she was totally helpless. The reality hit the Intermise like a ton of bricks. If she didn't think fast, she was going to die. The Death Eater advanced, chuckling darkly, and Mirabelle grabbed the heavy book from her bedside table and flung it at her opponent, who shot a spell at it and made it explode, shooting paper and bits of book everywhere.

It wasn't one of Belle's better ideas, but it worked well enough, and confused the black figure. On another spur-of-the-moment decision, Belle leapt at the Death Eater, catching her by surprise and taking her down. The Death Eater dropped her wand and Belle picked up her own. "STUPEFY!!" The Death Eater went limp, and Belle stood up. "Now that's what you call a close shave..." she murmured quietly to herself in a manner that might have been comical if the circumstances had been different, before falling limply onto the bed and blinking several times in shock. What was she going to do now?

[Ashlei Soudai]

O.o.c// Just so you know...I decided to mix this one up, Ash...is getting raped. NO Im not going into graphical detail, but I just thought I should warn you. =/

Sleep had come peacefully for the young girl. Ash had undressed from her busy day, slipping into her satin shift and nearly dropped like a stone into bed. Strawberry blonde locks were splayed out around her head like a bronze halo, and her features were soft in sleep. The gleaming of the alabastor death eaters mask was going unnoticed, as she slept on. The death eater stood at her bedside, clearly fascinated with the sleeping girl. How her dark lashes rested on the tops of her pale cheekbones, and how her long slender fingers curled elegantly to form a lax fist near her cheek. The volumous curls, the death eater reached out his fingers and ran them softly through the tresses. His eyes followed the curves that the blanket had clung to, and gently he pulled the blanket back.

Ash curled a little more into herself as a cool breeze tickled the bare skin of her shoulders. The death eater froze slightly, as he watched her move, but her eyes did not open. His eyes openly surveyed the curve of her bosom under the silk shift, and he found that he was starting to become aroused. A wicked grin spread across the death eaters lips, even though it wasn't under their mission...he had a rather pleasing idea.

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The thing that awakened her, had not only been the screams that suddenly began to rise from all directions, but also the sudden weight ontop of her. Chocolate coloured eyes opened to see a Death eater's mask not more then thirty centimetres from her face. She would have screamed, but her lips were stuck together. The liplock charm. She groaned inwardly, and tried to grab her wand from her nightstand. Her arm didn't move, her she found that only her eyes could move, she oogled around herself feeling a panic rise in her throat like bile. Especially when she felt her panties around her ankles and then removed. No...no no no no no Someone help me! Please! she cried inwardly, tears starting to trail down her cheeks.

Ash regretted having a room to herself. It had happened because 1)she had no girl friends, and 2)her original roomate Loleida had died not two months back. When he lowered himself between her legs she closed her eyes tight. Trying to pretend to be somewhere else, somewhere where this type of thing didn't happen. Where there was only clean and not dirty. The sudden shot of pain would have made her scream if it weren't for the silenceing charm. Her body jerked, and even as the tears ran from her eyes she could do nothing but ride the waves of nausea and thrusts. She felt her lips starting to slacken, yes! Yes yes yes yes! The dumb idiot hadn't given time length to the spell, it was breaking.He had done the spell wrong! She waited until her lips were fully unlocked, she only had one chance for this. It came with the explosion that would normally have been pleasent if it had of been with someone else. Anyone else, someone she liked, lusted or loved. Instead it was pure disgust that fell through her and she screamed. Her voice tearing through the room, causing the death eater on top of her to falter and jump off the bed in sudden fright. Then he cursed and picked up his wand, planning to kill her now that he had some fun with her.

Ash's eyes widened, and she realized that if no one came in soon...she would not survive to get counselling from this event.
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[adelacastillo]

Adela had slipped into her room only minutes before after finishing her homework, settling into bed and falling asleep almost immediately. Now a Death Eater loomed over her bed, sick smile seen beyond the Death Eater's mask. He moved his hand, lifting the cover from the bed and watching as the girl shifted, moving onto her side, a slight smile still on her face. A good dream, perhaps? The thought crossed the Death Eater's mind and his grin grew. Not for long.

"Sectumsempra." The words fell easily from the man's lips and his wand lay pointed at the girl. A scream and rage and pain fell from her lips as Adela was awaken from the sharp pain and sticky liquid pouring from...her? Her eyes widened and she searched, eyes going feral. A rush of energy surged through her. Her breathing quickened and she spotted him. The pain left her as she slipped into a manic episode. She bared her teeth at the Death Eater, ignoring the wand on the night stand, she jumped at him, taking him to the floor before attacking with her nails and teeth. The Death Eater managed to get a body-bind spell on Adela and shoved her roughly off of him, standing and holding his wand roughly against her throat. She glared feraly up at him, wishing she grabbed her wands. Thoughts flew through her head so fast she couldn't recognize them, the only thought that stayed with her was that she had to escape. Escape, die, or kill. She was going for either the latter or the first. The Death Eater grinned maliciously down at her. She spit at him, hitting his arm. She grinned back.

"You fucker!" He growled, kicking her in the side before lifting his wand pointing it at her forehead. Her eyes widened. No...she wouldn't die here. Not now. She let out a wild sob and then an animal cry of rage, then pain as the man growled, "Crucio." at her and pain surged through her veins. Her eyes widened, pupils dialating as the bodybind lifted She writhed in pain before curling into a ball, biting into her bottom lip to keep herself from screaming. Her teeth dug through her lip. God, her blood felt like lava. Tears poured down her cheeks and she was confused. Finally, the pain went away and before the man could realize the curse had faded, she had grabbed her wand and tackled him. Still sobbing, she pushed it at his chest. She couldn't escape, she realized this. What with the gashes and pain, he'd catch her. She was going to have to /kill/ him. She let out a sob. No, she wouldn't.

"Stupefy." SHe muttered, then stood. Her eyes widened as she heard screams. She whimpered, animal-like and hid in the corner, wand held out in front of her. She trembled, trying to block out the screams.