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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 6, 2007 23:20:49 GMT
'I'll murder him. I swear I will.' I think as I storm into the courtyard, stopping when I get to the center.
"Accio Ian Hunt."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 23:22:55 GMT
I blink in surprise, suddenly finding myself in the courtyard.
"Well, that was a little adventure," I remark under my breath.
Then look up at the girl I don't know, "You do that?"
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 6, 2007 23:23:53 GMT
"Damn right I did."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 23:26:58 GMT
"Oh, okay." I nod, "Any particular reason? Have we met anyway? Don't recall."
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 6, 2007 23:27:57 GMT
"No, I dont' believe we have met. But I do believe we have a mutual aquaintence. Mika? I take it you know him."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 23:28:50 GMT
"Watkins? Yeah, knew him." I say, instantly on guard, "Who are you?"
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 6, 2007 23:30:54 GMT
"A friend of his." I slip my hand into my pocket, grasping my wand. "You see, I've had a lot of my friends die lately. It frustrates me. And I'm sick of doing nothing. That's why I've brought you here."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 23:32:40 GMT
I hold my hands up in a gesture of surrender, "Well, you got me, and unarmed too. Nice timing."
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 6, 2007 23:33:39 GMT
I laugh, watching him. "You think that that's enough for me? Getting you unarmed?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 23:34:46 GMT
I sit down on a wall in the courtyard, "No. I think you want revenge. Well, go ahead. Kill me. If it'll make things better. I couldn't, nor would I, do anything to stop you."
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 7, 2007 0:03:57 GMT
"Wingardium Leviosa." I point my wand at him and bring him closer to me. "You murdered my friend." I look down, taking a deep breath. "What did you do to him?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 7, 2007 11:40:44 GMT
"I slit his throat." I reply blankly, "That's what I did."
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 7, 2007 16:15:57 GMT
"What did he do to you? Why the hell did you do that?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 7, 2007 16:20:07 GMT
"Orders are orders. Don't follow them they make you pay for it, that's that."
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 7, 2007 16:51:42 GMT
I look up and scowl at him. "You apathetic bastard. You murdered him. Have you no remorse?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 7, 2007 16:53:55 GMT
"Have you ever killed someone before?" I ask her, arching an eyebrow.
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 7, 2007 19:00:42 GMT
"No. I'm not like you."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 7, 2007 19:14:45 GMT
"Like me," I snort with laughter, "Alright, anyway. When you kill someone, it tears your soul up, literally. It's a painful experience. But the more you do it, the less there is of you to feel remorse. So excuse me for being an apathetic bastard." I shrug, "I killed Watkins, it was orders, I didn't want to kill him but that's just how it went. Probably take it back if I could."
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 7, 2007 20:03:51 GMT
"That may be true but it does not change what you did." I take a step back from him. "Locomotor mortis. Now, tell me what happened. When you killed him."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 7, 2007 20:12:38 GMT
"What happened...right, okay." I say, deciding to be perfectly honest, "Well, he put up a fight. But I got him burnt pretty bad. Sectumsempra-ed a few times before he got a chance to use anything else and he just kind of sat and stayed sat. He yelled at me a bit. Then he kind of quietened down, seemed to know he was going to die," I say, remembering how the quiet resigned tone had unnerved me more than the shouted insults and threats, "Asked me why I was doing this. So I told him. He didn't say much more. Just told me to get it over with. I don't like the killing curse so I slit his throat. Then he was dead. That's what happened."
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 7, 2007 20:20:00 GMT
Conjuring a candle, I light it with my wand. "I intend to hurt you for what you've done."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 7, 2007 20:24:47 GMT
"Whatever you do to me is nothing more than I've already done to myself." I say bluntly, "But if it'll make you feel better, go ahead. I won't deny I deserve it."
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 7, 2007 20:29:54 GMT
"I won't kill you, as much as I want to. Give me your hand." I hold out my hand to take his.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 7, 2007 20:31:10 GMT
"Shame that," I reply, knowing there was no time I'd rather die than right about now, but hold out my hand to her.
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 7, 2007 20:37:06 GMT
I take his hand, holding the candle in the other. "Please, forgive me." I whisper as I pour the hot wax onto his palm.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 7, 2007 20:38:41 GMT
I close my eyes in pain, but I'd taken enough crucio's by now to be able to withstand it without a flinch or sound.
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 7, 2007 20:42:24 GMT
Settign the candle on the ground, I turn his hand over, holding his thumb over the flame.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 7, 2007 20:44:29 GMT
I flinch this time, but no more than that.
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Post by Angela Wood on Aug 7, 2007 20:48:15 GMT
Pulling up his sleeve, I pick up the candle and hold it near his forearm, watching as the flame burns the hair. "You see, this is how I feel, everyday. Ever since you people startedd killign my friends. And it get's worse every time."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 7, 2007 20:49:16 GMT
"You don't think I feel it too?" I wince, "You don't think your people are taking my loved ones from me?"
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