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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 19:04:13 GMT
"He won't want me to be." I say, pausing in the doorway, "Tell him, I'm sorry, will you?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 27, 2007 19:05:20 GMT
"Of course," I say.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 19:08:33 GMT
I pause for a long time in the doorway, then turn and sigh, walking away.
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 27, 2007 19:10:17 GMT
"Hey Ian!" I call after him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 19:22:54 GMT
I turn round. "Hello?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 27, 2007 19:23:38 GMT
I run up to him and give him a friendly peck on the cheek."Take care of yourself okay? I dont want to see you in here like your brother,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 19:25:19 GMT
I look at her, surprised for a moment. "I will...but, uh-...would I be wrong to assume that you might care for me in the slightest?" I say, arching an amused eyebrow.
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 27, 2007 19:26:37 GMT
I smile and push him lightly,"Now dont be getting any ideas like that, I have a boyfriend."
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 19:31:32 GMT
"I didn't mean like that!" I exclaim, laughing slightly. "I'm still heartbroken, right? I meant as in you cared for me, just a little, as a friend."
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 27, 2007 19:32:36 GMT
I smile slyly,"Maybe...We'll see." I say walking back.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 19:34:16 GMT
I watch her back going back up the corridor, then turn, shaking my head slightly, and carry on.
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Post by Rowan Hunt on May 27, 2007 19:54:51 GMT
I come to gradually, sitting bolt upright as soon as I could. Where was he?
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 28, 2007 1:18:57 GMT
"Careful," I tell him,"I'm Madeline Speare, I"m your healer today," I tell him handing him a potion."Drink up."
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Post by Rowan Hunt on May 28, 2007 9:12:40 GMT
I nod, taking the potion from her. "Where's Chr-..." I stop, realising she'd know him as Ian. "Where's Ian?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 28, 2007 12:09:04 GMT
"He's gone," I tell him,"For now. Drink," I tell him. I start to heal some of his wounds.
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Post by Rowan Hunt on May 29, 2007 9:12:57 GMT
I drink the potion. "Where has he gone? I need to tell him something."
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 30, 2007 2:29:57 GMT
"He didnt say," I tell him bandaging up his arm,"but he did tell me to tell you, he's sorry,"
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Post by Rowan Hunt on May 30, 2007 9:02:05 GMT
"He would say that." I mutter.
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Post by Madeline Speare on May 30, 2007 22:02:44 GMT
"Well he did," I say,"I'd give more credit, he's changed."
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Post by Rowan Hunt on May 31, 2007 8:55:51 GMT
"And he's going to get himself killed." I say. "He's a fool. He can't do what he's told. And he's going to wind up dead because of it."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 1, 2007 0:02:45 GMT
I look down sadly washing some of the cuts on his arms and chest,"This may sting a little," I say wiping dried blood of his forehead,"Rowan can I ask you something?"
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Post by Rowan Hunt on Jun 1, 2007 10:36:49 GMT
"Could I stop you?" I say, wincing slightly with pain. "Yeah, go ahead."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 1, 2007 20:52:47 GMT
"Yes, if it hurts too much," I say notcing him wincing. "Rowan, why exactly do you hate Chris?" I ask.
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Post by Rowan Hunt on Jun 2, 2007 9:21:49 GMT
I sigh, of course that question would be coming. "Six years ago he left me with our parents. He couldn't take being forced into the dark lords service and being made to do-...awful things. So he picked up and left without telling me and left me there. When I was 15 I left to find him, I wanted to know why. I caught up with him pretty soon, we fought but we got it resolved. We joined up with a group of death eaters like us, so we wouldn't have to correspond with the dark lord, and travelled, doing his bidding. Chris decided we'd gotten out of hand. That we weren't following orders any more and we were making our own and that we 'had to be stopped.' He tried speaking to us but naturally we dismissed it. We were camping on the outskirts of a village one night. I got shaken awake. He told me he'd stopped them. I didn't realise what he meant at the time. Bu the told me he'd stopped the rest of us, but he couldn't stop me because I was his brother. He told me I could either stay or go home, but I had to never speak to him again because he was going to run. I realised he'd killed them, like a coward, in their sleep. I said I'd stay. He left. The next thing I know the whole place is on fire. He killed our friends, then he left me to die. That's why I hate him."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 2, 2007 13:30:12 GMT
I dip the towel into a bowl next to me filled with green liquid and then wash the cuts on his arm,"That's a bloody good reason to hate him then,"I say a hint of anger in my voice.
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Post by Rowan Hunt on Jun 5, 2007 15:04:12 GMT
"He's not as innocent as he pretends to be. It's fake. Just like everything else about him." I mutter bitterly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 5, 2007 16:05:10 GMT
My temper rises, what else hadnt he told me? I brush my hair from my eyes not saying anything trying to keep my cool.
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Post by Rowan Hunt on Jun 8, 2007 16:10:19 GMT
I notice how angry she was getting.
She should be.
He'd probably lied to her about everything.
Just like he lied to everyone.
He wouldn't even respond to his real name anymore.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jun 11, 2007 18:39:17 GMT
"So, you have no clue how this happened?" I ask gesturing to his wounds.
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