Post by Braeden Andrews on Sept 29, 2006 7:48:32 GMT -5
Blinking, unable to see much in the sudden darkness, Braeden stumbled into his black office, still trying to clear his jumbled head. He immediately went to his bed, laying back on it and covering his face with his hands, groaning slightly. Moonlight was streaming through a parting in the curtains, and it was the only light source in the room. Waiting for his eyes to get used to the darkness, Braeden froze suddenly as an amused voice came out of the shadows.
"You took your time, didn't you, William?" Out of one of the shadowy corners strode a man, dressed in black robes. Sitting up and lifting his head, Braeden's heart fell wearily down to somewhere around his knees as he saw the Death Eater mask hiding the man's face from view. He didn't have time to wonder which of his old 'friends' had visited him this time, though, for the man viciously ripped the mask off, causing Brae to gape at him.
"Thomas? Good God, man, I thought you were dead..." It was hardly a relieved, glad greeting, more of a, 'damn, I thought I'd killed you' sort of thing. The young man - Thomas - laughed, and lifted up the edge of one of his robes, revealing a shining silver leg. He grinned, watching Braeden's mouth drop open as he watched in amazement.
"It seems sniveling little Peter Pettigrew wasn't the only one that received a gift from the Dark Lord before his unfortunate demise." 'Thomas' glanced down proudly at the leg, not seeming to notice another mask-covered Death Eater step out of the shadows beside him. "It's quite a good thing, really, that you blew my leg to bits before you cowardly ran off to change your name, isn't it? This thing is indestructible, you know. What did you change your name to, again?"
The other Death Eater, who was wearing matching black robes to Thomas, then spoke. He had a deep stupid-sounding voice, and sniggered at what he then said. "Where's you're wand, Will? Did you leave with that slag you just spent the night with?"
Braeden scowled and shot back, ignoring Thomas' last question, "Yeah, you wish. When I get my wand out I'll blast off your other fucking leg..." He trailed off, searching through his pockets. No wand. Had he left it behind? Oh fuck, he must have. He was so angry with himself! Why had these Death Eater bastards decided to attack tonight, of all nights? When he was tired, dizzy and had a thumping headache? Damn them...
"Yes, Will, I'm sure you'll do that," Thomas said, tapping his silver foot impatiently. He continued, changing the subject. "Who were you with? I didn't think you'd be dumb enough to get involved with someone else so soon, after what happened to Katherine. After you killed her. And I was so sure you loved her, William. She loved you, you know."
Braeden froze at this; it was a part of his past he didn't think about anymore. One he couldn't think about anymore. "How did you know about that, you bastard?!" he yelled, fists clenching.
"I put you under the Imperius Curse that made you do it, silly. It was my first proper 'mission', of sorts. The Dark Lord was incredibly angry with you, that night. It's been something that was playing on my mind... what did you do to anger him so?" Thomas replied, with a seemingly innocent question of his own. He didn't expect much of an answer, and didn't get one.
Braeden's eyes narrowed, and he fumed silently for a second. "You made me do it?" he asked slowly, glaring one of those 'if looks could kill' stares in the Death Eaters' direction.
Thomas nodded proudly, and replied, "Yep. That was me indeed. Gained me a lot of trust, making that move, it did. I know quite a lot of things about your family. I know that the night you killed Katherine you had proposed to her." He grinned at Braeden's pained expression. "Hmm," Thomas mused. "You must have loved her, then. Merlin knows why she loved you. Wasn't she the only woman that ever accepted your, ahem, 'career choice'?" He laughed. "As a murderer?"
Braeden took a warning step forward, snarling, a vicious frown on his face. The nameless, masked Death Eater shoved the wand in Brae's face, clearly telling him not to move again. Thomas just laughed lightly again. "And I know something else about you, too. Well... more about your wife. Something that even you didn't know."
Thomas stopped, foot still tapping. He was obviously trying to drive Braeden mad with the slowness of his answers. At that moment, Braeden was simply glaring at him angrily, now standing up from the bed, of course. Thomas took a deep breath, still nastily smiling, as if he knew that what he was about to say would make Braeden lose his temper completely. There was a second of silence. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Then-
"Your wife-to-be was pregnant. Pregnant with your baby boy." Judging by the look of Braeden's shocked, horrified face, both Death Eaters burst into laughter. "So you didn't know..." Thomas said, snorting with amusement. Suddenly, the Death Eater was serious, still watching Brae gawp stupidly at him in surprise, and said, "Not only did you murder the only woman who ever loved you, and ever will, but you killed her son, too. Your son. Your beautiful baby boy who never even got a chance to live..."
It was then that Braeden snapped. Bellowing, he flung himself at Thomas, fists punching any part of the other's body that they could find. "LIAR!!" There was a flash of light and Braeden was thrown backwards, smashing into the bookcase behind him. There was quiet, as he wiped away a drip of blood from a cut on his head. He glared up at them, knowing he was dead already.
{DONE. Phew. I think that's the longest post I have ever done. Well, at least you know a little more about Brae's - or should that be 'Will's' xD - past now. Might have a few mistakes due to age and chars and stuff, but oh well... Poor Brae. Put under the Imperius Curse to do something like that... =(}
"You took your time, didn't you, William?" Out of one of the shadowy corners strode a man, dressed in black robes. Sitting up and lifting his head, Braeden's heart fell wearily down to somewhere around his knees as he saw the Death Eater mask hiding the man's face from view. He didn't have time to wonder which of his old 'friends' had visited him this time, though, for the man viciously ripped the mask off, causing Brae to gape at him.
"Thomas? Good God, man, I thought you were dead..." It was hardly a relieved, glad greeting, more of a, 'damn, I thought I'd killed you' sort of thing. The young man - Thomas - laughed, and lifted up the edge of one of his robes, revealing a shining silver leg. He grinned, watching Braeden's mouth drop open as he watched in amazement.
"It seems sniveling little Peter Pettigrew wasn't the only one that received a gift from the Dark Lord before his unfortunate demise." 'Thomas' glanced down proudly at the leg, not seeming to notice another mask-covered Death Eater step out of the shadows beside him. "It's quite a good thing, really, that you blew my leg to bits before you cowardly ran off to change your name, isn't it? This thing is indestructible, you know. What did you change your name to, again?"
The other Death Eater, who was wearing matching black robes to Thomas, then spoke. He had a deep stupid-sounding voice, and sniggered at what he then said. "Where's you're wand, Will? Did you leave with that slag you just spent the night with?"
Braeden scowled and shot back, ignoring Thomas' last question, "Yeah, you wish. When I get my wand out I'll blast off your other fucking leg..." He trailed off, searching through his pockets. No wand. Had he left it behind? Oh fuck, he must have. He was so angry with himself! Why had these Death Eater bastards decided to attack tonight, of all nights? When he was tired, dizzy and had a thumping headache? Damn them...
"Yes, Will, I'm sure you'll do that," Thomas said, tapping his silver foot impatiently. He continued, changing the subject. "Who were you with? I didn't think you'd be dumb enough to get involved with someone else so soon, after what happened to Katherine. After you killed her. And I was so sure you loved her, William. She loved you, you know."
Braeden froze at this; it was a part of his past he didn't think about anymore. One he couldn't think about anymore. "How did you know about that, you bastard?!" he yelled, fists clenching.
"I put you under the Imperius Curse that made you do it, silly. It was my first proper 'mission', of sorts. The Dark Lord was incredibly angry with you, that night. It's been something that was playing on my mind... what did you do to anger him so?" Thomas replied, with a seemingly innocent question of his own. He didn't expect much of an answer, and didn't get one.
Braeden's eyes narrowed, and he fumed silently for a second. "You made me do it?" he asked slowly, glaring one of those 'if looks could kill' stares in the Death Eaters' direction.
Thomas nodded proudly, and replied, "Yep. That was me indeed. Gained me a lot of trust, making that move, it did. I know quite a lot of things about your family. I know that the night you killed Katherine you had proposed to her." He grinned at Braeden's pained expression. "Hmm," Thomas mused. "You must have loved her, then. Merlin knows why she loved you. Wasn't she the only woman that ever accepted your, ahem, 'career choice'?" He laughed. "As a murderer?"
Braeden took a warning step forward, snarling, a vicious frown on his face. The nameless, masked Death Eater shoved the wand in Brae's face, clearly telling him not to move again. Thomas just laughed lightly again. "And I know something else about you, too. Well... more about your wife. Something that even you didn't know."
Thomas stopped, foot still tapping. He was obviously trying to drive Braeden mad with the slowness of his answers. At that moment, Braeden was simply glaring at him angrily, now standing up from the bed, of course. Thomas took a deep breath, still nastily smiling, as if he knew that what he was about to say would make Braeden lose his temper completely. There was a second of silence. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Then-
"Your wife-to-be was pregnant. Pregnant with your baby boy." Judging by the look of Braeden's shocked, horrified face, both Death Eaters burst into laughter. "So you didn't know..." Thomas said, snorting with amusement. Suddenly, the Death Eater was serious, still watching Brae gawp stupidly at him in surprise, and said, "Not only did you murder the only woman who ever loved you, and ever will, but you killed her son, too. Your son. Your beautiful baby boy who never even got a chance to live..."
It was then that Braeden snapped. Bellowing, he flung himself at Thomas, fists punching any part of the other's body that they could find. "LIAR!!" There was a flash of light and Braeden was thrown backwards, smashing into the bookcase behind him. There was quiet, as he wiped away a drip of blood from a cut on his head. He glared up at them, knowing he was dead already.
{DONE. Phew. I think that's the longest post I have ever done. Well, at least you know a little more about Brae's - or should that be 'Will's' xD - past now. Might have a few mistakes due to age and chars and stuff, but oh well... Poor Brae. Put under the Imperius Curse to do something like that... =(}