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Tweak says, "Yeah Ill be your friend......."

Anthony Goldstein (anthonyg) wrote in rejuvenated,
@ 2008-04-13 20:59:00

WHO : Anthony Goldstein and Wayne Hopkins.
WHAT : Captivity.
WHERE : Somewhere in London.
WHEN : Early morning April 12th.
STATUS : Thread/Incomplete.
RATING : R for Violence and language.

Anthony was glad he'd quit smoking while on the coast, but not nearly as glad as his lungs were. He'd been tailing a fellow in a rather long black coat for the last half hour or so; it would probably be even longer, as he'd cast an anti-disapparition jinx on the man as soon as he'd seen him heading for an exit back at the Ministry.

It'd been complete chaos, both figuratively and literally. People had been everywhere, rushing to get away from the encroaching group that had apparently gotten their hands on a quantity of enchanted muggle pistols. Surprising, but not really, for some reason. In the melee he'd managed to get himself some cuts and scrapes, but nothing terribly serious. Now, he was concentrating on keeping a safe distance and trying to be as unremarkable as possible.

The man hadn't looked back, which was both reassuring and scary. Confidence like that was something he could admire, but terrorizing innocent people was definitely not. Surrounded by muggles in their early-morning rush to work was nice. While he couldn't disillusion himself out in public like that, it made following the bloke easier. Well, at least the part of following that required him to go unnoticed.

Bringing a finger to the scrape above his right eyebrow, he winced slightly. Bloody cunts. All of 'em. He then blinked rapidly, twice, and moved from a brisk walk into a flat-out run. His mark had just turned down an alley, and every second he lost sight of him the man's chances of escaping increased exponentially. Pausing at the corner, his head peeked around and he spied the same fellow disappearing into what he could only assume was an abandoned store front.

Right. I should really go back and get backup... but it's only one person, and... His thoughts trailed on for about a minute before he finally decided to step up and apprehend the offending party. Moving down the alley, he drew his wand from inside of his jacket and approached the door. Keeping the wand to his chest, he tested the door knob only to find it was open. Well, that saves me a bit of time.

Opening the door, he rushed in, wand held out in front of him and stopped to scan his perimeter. Seconds later a chorus of "Expelliarmus!" thundered. Disarmed, he found himself slumping to the ground, having gone unconscious.

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waynehopkins
2008-04-14 04:01 am UTC (link)

The gun he had pressed against the back of this man's head felt impossibly heavy. Was it the weight of the gun that had his hand shaking or the weight of his guilty heart? Both, if he had to guess. The sweat trickling down his forehead slid over a wrinkled brow and splashed onto his thumb, causing his hand to give it's last quiver before he let the gun up. He was no longer pressing it into the unconscious man's head. He slid it into his back pocket, much to the dismay of his observers.

"What are you doing?" One had asked, and Wayne glanced over his shoulder to give the man a glare. "I know him. Hold the fuck on." This was a true statement, something that made Wayne's blood go cold. He took his wand out from his pocket and jabbed at Anthony's body. "Did you get his wand?"

"Yeah."

"Give it here." The other wizard's wand was handed over to Wayne without question. It was strange how quickly the lot of the halfbloods listened to him. Perhaps it was how quickly he pulled a gun from their hands to deal with the intruder. Maybe it was how he commanded their respect, but one thing was for certain: they knew he meant business when he joined them. He wouldn't spare someone not worth sparing. Wayne shoved Anthony's wand into his own robe pocket before jabbing Anthony with his wand again.

"He's a pureblood, but he was in Dumbledore's Army. You remember that lot? They're the good guys, the ones you want siding with you for all that legislation you want passed. That's where you all fucked up. Got to make a list and specify your targets."

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anthonyg
2008-04-14 05:08 am UTC (link)

Anthony blinked once, eyes fluttering open briefly, then once more. His head swam, as if he'd fallen asleep drunk and gotten a hangover from hell. He let out a short groan, one hand rising to push against his temple. Merlin, did I drink all the wine in the Cauldron last night?

His movement had been unexpected; this he was aware of almost instantly, as the sound of several wands being drawn simultaneously wasn't something you soon forget. Voices floated into his ears, though he was still groggy enough that nothing made much sense. Moving slowly, he rolled onto his side and sat up before opening his eyes.

He squinted fiercely, drawing a hand up to shield his face from the intensely bright light. "Well, what's this then?" His eyes adjusted after a moment and he dropped his hand, taking in the person immediately in front of him. The face was still a bit fuzzy, but Anthony wasn't one to ever forget a face.

"Wayne Hopkins? How did you know...?" If Wayne was here, then perhaps someone at the Ministry had followed him here? And perhaps they hadn't been an idiot and had called in the cavalry.

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waynehopkins
2008-04-14 05:29 am UTC (link)

As Anthony came to, Wayne took the time to search through his pockets for a pack of smokes. One of the cigarettes was extracted and placed between his lips, but before it was lit he gave a glance to the arc of wizards and witches watching him. No one seemed to care that he was about to light up, so he took the tip of his wand and placed it to the end of the cigarette.

"Incendio," he muttered and the flame caught the tip instantly. He prodded Anthony a third time just as the man woke back up. A plume of smoke was blown off to the side by Wayne and he nodded. "Anyone else follow you, Tony?" He wanted the others to be sure that Anthony was the only one. Wayne knew that if any other Aurors had followed they wouldn't let Anthony enter all alone.

He took another long drag and pointed his wand at Anthony's cuts. "Need to get those taken care of."

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anthonyg
2008-04-14 05:43 am UTC (link)

Anthony only shrugged at the question, simultaneously reaching into the same pocket Wayne had just been digging in. He did so slowly, bringing out the pack of cigarettes and a book of matches, displaying them openly.

So, Wayne's in on this. Anthony was somewhat surprised, but not terribly; the man had been very vocal about his opinions lately.

"S'just me," he spoke, shaking a cigarette loose and placing it in the curve of his lips. Tucking the pack of cigarettes away, he tore a match loose and struck it, bringing the flame to the end of the white cylinder. Inhaling deeply, he shook the match out and placed it on the floor next to him.

Exhaling through his nose and mouth, his head tilted back to rest on the wall. When Wayne raised his wand, he instinctively tilted his head away from it. "Yeah, I do. I suppose thanks to you and your friends, eh?"

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waynehopkins
2008-04-14 05:51 am UTC (link)

The smooth extraction of his own cigarettes from his own pocket gave Wayne plenty of reason to physically react to Anthony. However, he let it happen without a word against the man and ended up smoothly reaching out to take his pack back. He stuffed it back into his pocket. "Nah. Not me. Them? Yeah.."

The crowd suddenly seemed uncomfortable and one man even stepped forward to say something but Wayne lifted a hand to keep him silenced. "You're a pureblood," he confessed. "Their spells weren't done right. Should've missed you completely had they been done right. They'll work on them, make it work the next time." By now he had dropped his wand from his face but he didn't dare put it back in his pocket.

"You could help, you know. Your kind."

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anthonyg
2008-04-14 06:33 am UTC (link)

"My kind? So far as I'm aware, we're both people." Now he was starting to get a little angry. Removing the cigarette from his mouth, he extended an arm and tapped ashes onto the floor. It bothered him to be making a mess, but... Fuck 'em.

"Is this all some have-nots versus the haves bullshit?" So, they were targeting Purebloods exclusively, then. He'd simply thought it'd been a coincidence before, but now he knew better.

"'Cuz if it is, you realize you're no better than You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters, yeah?"

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waynehopkins
2008-04-14 06:39 am UTC (link)

He wanted to laugh, really. A ravenclaw being daft, it was a joke. A fucking joke! Wayne's lips curled into somewhat of a sneer and he jabbed Anthony's arm with his wand. "You fuckin' daft, mate? Your kind. Purebloods who fucking get, just like you said, we're all people. It shouldn't take an attack to get them thinking. It should've been simple.. after the war, should've been less problems, but the ones like him, like fuckin' Voldemort, are still out there and still making it hard for us mudbloods to be treated like you said, like fuckin' people."

Wayne took an extra long drag on his smoke and let the bitter nicotine warm up his lungs before he spoke again. "We're not.. fuckin'... out to be the better group." A man grunted beyond Wayne and he gritted his teeth. "We're for equality, and we want them to listen but they won't because they don't think we have it in us to command the power. We don't want to be killin'," another grunt. "We want to be heard."

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anthonyg
2008-04-14 06:48 am UTC (link)

"So buy a fuckin' bullhorn," Anthony spat in retort. "If the only way you can think of to draw attention to yourself is by hurting people, y'need to take a long look in the mirror. 'n maybe see a muggle shrink."

Anthony spoke, the cigarette wagging between his lips as he did so. He crossed his arms defiantly, and let his head hit the wall once more. "Killing people only results in more people getting killed. Why does no one understand that? You're bloody thick if you think killing Purebloods is going to do anything but reinforce their opinion of you."

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waynehopkins
2008-04-14 06:53 am UTC (link)

It wasn't one of the few standing behind Wayne that ended up loosing their cool. It was Wayne himself. He went from slightly agitated to extremely pissed off in less than a few seconds. "You don't FUCKING get it, Anthony!" Wayne jumped to his feet and threw the butt of the cigarette down.

"I've got a dead father because of them and my Mum just sits in a muggle hospital staring out a window with no sense to do anything but! She's a fucking vegetable after what they did to her and some of them are still walking around without a single charge! Some of them still hold offices in the Ministry because they fucking convinced everyone to think they were the innocents, they were duped! I will not watch our world return to their hands. I will not stand for another five years before someone decides to try exterminating us again!"

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anthonyg
2008-04-14 07:06 am UTC (link)

Anthony sighed after the outburst, one hand rising up and dropping to snub his own cigarette out. "And here you are, doing the same exact thing they did to you. Are you fucking daft, mate? Why can't you see that an eye for an eye has never been the proper way to handle things?"

Shifting on the ground, he peered upwards. "You're just as bad as they are, no matter how righteous you think your cause might be, Wayne. This is only going to make things worse, no matter how much you want to make them better. Now can we fucking get on with whatever you're going to do to me? I'm only getting more agitated every time you open your mouth."

He perked an eyebrow, arms crossing once more. He wasn't going to give them the pleasure of begging for his life. If he had to die still a virgin, well... might as well go out the same way he came in.

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waynehopkins
2008-04-14 07:20 am UTC (link)

Sure, he was mad as hell, but he wasn't completely stupid. He knew that killing Anthony was not part of any plan, nor was harming him in the first place. He began pacing silently while the others watched and while Anthony lectured.

Then he turned, pointed his wand and shouted, "Stupefy! Obliviate!" The spell was simple enough, but it took a true master of memory charming to control how much it erased. Wayne took away hours from Anthony's mind when he passed out, bringing him back to being attacked as he walked in the door. It had to be smooth, nothing could lead him back to Wayne ever talking to him.

"What are you.." one of the witches spoke out just as Wayne reached for his gun with the magic bullets and shot at Anthony's leg. "Apparate him to The Leaky Cauldron, leave him outside."

"Yes.. yes sir." Sir. Wayne kind of liked that.

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