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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 20:37:21 GMT
"Yeah, me too." I say bitterly. "It's been a couple of months now. I've got to drop it and move on anyway. So it doesn't matter."
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Post by Shelby Chou on May 26, 2007 20:42:00 GMT
"You shouldn't forget about her all together..." I say.
occ-sorry, i've been gone, my mom sliced watermeleon...lol
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 20:47:29 GMT
"Why?" I challenge. "It's easier. That's what they hoped to acheive by killing her anyway-..." I stop abruptly, realising what I'd just said.
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Post by Shelby Chou on May 26, 2007 20:50:12 GMT
"They?" I repeat him. "Death Eaters...are you..." I ask.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 20:55:00 GMT
I roll up my sleeve and show her my dark mark briefly. "They killed her. Because I was going soft. Apparently." I say bitterly. "So they killed her."
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Post by Shelby Chou on May 26, 2007 20:56:37 GMT
"I see." I try to think of what to say. "Is that why you're being so distant with me?" I ask him. "You don't want anyone else to die because of you?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 20:57:17 GMT
I look at the floor, not saying anything.
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Post by Shelby Chou on May 26, 2007 21:00:16 GMT
"It's okay, it doesn't bother me that you're a death eater." I whisper to him, as I now put my arm around him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 21:04:52 GMT
"It should do. I'm a murderer, a traitor, a coward, and a liar."
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Post by Shelby Chou on May 26, 2007 21:08:40 GMT
"It doesn't though...everyone in their life will be a liar, traitor and a coward..." I say. "And if you look at it in a way, I technically killed my mother..."
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 21:16:16 GMT
"Did you stand there with a wand at her heart and kill her in coldblood?" I ask. "Everywhere you go, do you lie to everyone you meet? Do you promise people you'll help them, then turn around and murder them? Do you run when your best and only friend is about to be murdered? Do you run when your-...when the one person who means everything to you, is about to be murdered?"
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Post by Shelby Chou on May 26, 2007 21:19:31 GMT
I sit in silence. "N-No..." I manage to stutter in complete shock, with tears running down my face.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 21:22:44 GMT
I pause, letting my heart settle again. "I'm-...I'm sorry." I say quietly.
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Post by Shelby Chou on May 26, 2007 21:24:34 GMT
I nod. "It's okay..." I manage to say through my tears.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 21:26:21 GMT
"I am sorry. It just builds up...all these things...I'm not proud-...but I'm not ashamed...I don't-...sorry."
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Post by Shelby Chou on May 26, 2007 21:29:12 GMT
"Seriously, it's okay..." I look at him, and smile slightly. "I'm still used to my father's rage...I still hear it in those nightmares I've told you about..." I say.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 21:31:50 GMT
"Oh." I say quietly. "It was my adopted father, got me and Rowan into this-..." I trace the dark mark on my arm.
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Post by Shelby Chou on May 26, 2007 21:33:43 GMT
"Do you ever regret joining them?" I ask him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 9:17:59 GMT
"The first time...I killed someone." I say after a moment. "He was a boy my age. I regretted it then. But I got taken aside, and they told me that life is either kill or be killed. And eventually I stopped caring what I was and what I do." I pause, then say very quietly. "The boy's name was Ian Hunt."
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Post by Rowan Hunt on May 27, 2007 12:59:35 GMT
"And then you stole his name so no one could track you down, you sick bastard." I say, leaning up against the wall behind him. "Mind you, if I was you, I wouldn't want people to be able to find me either."
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 27, 2007 14:06:15 GMT
I jump up as if electrocuted. "Rowan!"
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Post by Rowan Hunt on May 27, 2007 19:38:43 GMT
"Ian!" I say, matching his surprised tone mockingly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 9:26:03 GMT
"Rowan, what are you-...why are you here? What do you want?" I say, fighting hard to keep m voice level.
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Post by Rowan Hunt on May 28, 2007 9:33:02 GMT
"Oh, you know." I smile nastily. "And I thought you were supposed to be the big brother, Christopher? Not scared of me, are you?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 9:39:55 GMT
"No, I don't." I say, resisting the urge to take a step back. "And I'm not scared of you Rowan."
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Post by Rowan Hunt on May 28, 2007 9:43:52 GMT
"I can tell." I smirk. "Who's your friend, Christopher? Moved on, have we?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 28, 2007 10:23:50 GMT
I don't answer, just look at him very hard. "Rowan, if you're here to try and make trouble again, forget it, alright?"
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Post by Rowan Hunt on May 29, 2007 9:04:43 GMT
"Oh, you know me. Trouble." I laugh slightly. "Just following orders, if you know what I mean."
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 29, 2007 9:34:14 GMT
I do back away a step this time. "Fuck no, Rowan. No."
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Post by Rowan Hunt on May 29, 2007 10:11:55 GMT
"Sorry, Christopher. It's time for you to come home." I say, drawing my wand and taking a step forward.
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