Post by Asmodeus de la Ravin on Jan 1, 2007 18:34:52 GMT -5
Warning: The following post is a bit disturbing, 'cause I'm trying to write it the way Asmo is thinking it, and we all know he's a fucking nut job xD
Well shit.
Chest heaving, cheeks flushed, Asmodeus flung himself down down on a stone bench, and balled the damp shirt in his hand. He hated to admit it, but they were shaking, though if it was fear or excitement that was doing it, he didn't know. He hadn't been expecting them to strike that night. A Christmas attack was just so cliche, he didn't believe it to possible. But then again, since when did Death Eaters ever have an ounce of originality? Everyone knows they so stole that whole pointy hood thing from the KKK...
His head was spinning, and hurt like a bitch. Asmo blinked to try and stop his eyesight from blurring but it didn't work. It had been a busy, messy, confusing night for him. Intermise was the one he'd been expecting to be attacked next. When the Death Eaters stormed the dorms, he completely panicked. He just had to get out of there. The noise, the pandemonium, the chaos...
He might just have killed two people.
Well, okay, maybe three, but he wasn't too sure, and the second one was only a bad guy after all...
It all started in the hall outside of his bedroom. Asmodeus, of course, had not been sleeping, but sitting, listening to the darkness. Lately, he had been doing that more often. From the first raised voice, he was on his feet, tripping over himself to get out of his room. He ran almost directly into someone, and it had all been an accident, really. He thought it was someone attacking. There had been a short scuffle, followed by a muffled cry. Asmo was already gone by the time the boy's body hit the floor.
He had been really freaked out by the time he got to the common room. More than four spells had been sent his way. One clipped his shoulder, it it was uncomfortably numb by now. Pins and needles shot up and down his arm. He had barreled past a black clad wizard. The man uttered a scream, and what happened to the guy, he didn't know. Asmodeus hadn't looked back.
He cursed himself, and everyone else as he raced through the twisting maze than was the halls and corridors of Beauxbatons. The fear was starting to ebb away. His heart had stopped thundering. He wasn't going to die, after all. That's when he met the girl...
Asmodeus lay down on the bench, letting the wet t-shirt to fall from his shaky fingers, and ran a hand through his messy blond hair. He knew he probably looked a fucking state. It annoyed him somewhat. He had known the girl...her name was Adelle. She had been so nice to him, so sweet before. And she'd been a cute one too. She was cute when she screamed.
But the bitch had ruin it all and bleed all over him. Already, the blood on his hands, face and arms had more or less dried. He hated the feeling of it, slightly sticky, and cloying on his skin. Most of it had spilled onto his pajama top as he held her tightly by the arms, and watched her bleed out. He was still unsure as to why he had done that, but it sure has hell had given him one fucking hard on.
Asmodeus paused for thought at that moment. Yeah. That wasn't normal at all.
He sat up, and groaned. Well, he was really up shit creek without a paddle now, wasn't he. They would more than likely just assume the little blond boy had been a casualty of Death Eaters, but he was in trouble with Adelle. First, she would be too far away from the Fina common room. The Death Eaters weren't in that part of the school. Secondly, it wasn't the Death Eaters usual style - they were more of a hit and run group, using quick easy spells like Avada Kedavera to knock people off. And finally, of course, he was stuck outside, covered in her blood. The spell could easily be traced to his wand if he was suspected, and he knew he had passed more than one person as he fled in that direction. That placed him at the scene.
"What on Earth was I thinking," Asmodeus hissed under his breath. It was the first thing he'd said all night, surprisingly. Most of the other students had been away to friends, or to parties. He had opted to stay in himself, as he did for most 'holidays'. Nobody to bother him, no presents, or general stupidity. Peace. After the early party go-ers started rolling in, he just went to his dorm. Drunk people were fucking annoying....but that was beside the point. He needed to think of what he was going to do...How could he get himself out of this mess?
Well shit.
Chest heaving, cheeks flushed, Asmodeus flung himself down down on a stone bench, and balled the damp shirt in his hand. He hated to admit it, but they were shaking, though if it was fear or excitement that was doing it, he didn't know. He hadn't been expecting them to strike that night. A Christmas attack was just so cliche, he didn't believe it to possible. But then again, since when did Death Eaters ever have an ounce of originality? Everyone knows they so stole that whole pointy hood thing from the KKK...
His head was spinning, and hurt like a bitch. Asmo blinked to try and stop his eyesight from blurring but it didn't work. It had been a busy, messy, confusing night for him. Intermise was the one he'd been expecting to be attacked next. When the Death Eaters stormed the dorms, he completely panicked. He just had to get out of there. The noise, the pandemonium, the chaos...
He might just have killed two people.
Well, okay, maybe three, but he wasn't too sure, and the second one was only a bad guy after all...
It all started in the hall outside of his bedroom. Asmodeus, of course, had not been sleeping, but sitting, listening to the darkness. Lately, he had been doing that more often. From the first raised voice, he was on his feet, tripping over himself to get out of his room. He ran almost directly into someone, and it had all been an accident, really. He thought it was someone attacking. There had been a short scuffle, followed by a muffled cry. Asmo was already gone by the time the boy's body hit the floor.
He had been really freaked out by the time he got to the common room. More than four spells had been sent his way. One clipped his shoulder, it it was uncomfortably numb by now. Pins and needles shot up and down his arm. He had barreled past a black clad wizard. The man uttered a scream, and what happened to the guy, he didn't know. Asmodeus hadn't looked back.
He cursed himself, and everyone else as he raced through the twisting maze than was the halls and corridors of Beauxbatons. The fear was starting to ebb away. His heart had stopped thundering. He wasn't going to die, after all. That's when he met the girl...
Asmodeus lay down on the bench, letting the wet t-shirt to fall from his shaky fingers, and ran a hand through his messy blond hair. He knew he probably looked a fucking state. It annoyed him somewhat. He had known the girl...her name was Adelle. She had been so nice to him, so sweet before. And she'd been a cute one too. She was cute when she screamed.
But the bitch had ruin it all and bleed all over him. Already, the blood on his hands, face and arms had more or less dried. He hated the feeling of it, slightly sticky, and cloying on his skin. Most of it had spilled onto his pajama top as he held her tightly by the arms, and watched her bleed out. He was still unsure as to why he had done that, but it sure has hell had given him one fucking hard on.
Asmodeus paused for thought at that moment. Yeah. That wasn't normal at all.
He sat up, and groaned. Well, he was really up shit creek without a paddle now, wasn't he. They would more than likely just assume the little blond boy had been a casualty of Death Eaters, but he was in trouble with Adelle. First, she would be too far away from the Fina common room. The Death Eaters weren't in that part of the school. Secondly, it wasn't the Death Eaters usual style - they were more of a hit and run group, using quick easy spells like Avada Kedavera to knock people off. And finally, of course, he was stuck outside, covered in her blood. The spell could easily be traced to his wand if he was suspected, and he knew he had passed more than one person as he fled in that direction. That placed him at the scene.
"What on Earth was I thinking," Asmodeus hissed under his breath. It was the first thing he'd said all night, surprisingly. Most of the other students had been away to friends, or to parties. He had opted to stay in himself, as he did for most 'holidays'. Nobody to bother him, no presents, or general stupidity. Peace. After the early party go-ers started rolling in, he just went to his dorm. Drunk people were fucking annoying....but that was beside the point. He needed to think of what he was going to do...How could he get himself out of this mess?