|Alecto Carrow has [anger] issues. (alecto__carrow) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-01-31 03:09:00
|Entry tags:||!1998: 01, !complete, alecto carrow|
Who: Alecto Carrow [narrative]
When: The wee early hours of Sunday, January 31, 1998.
Where: Twenty miles down the dirt road from the Carrows Estate.
What: Alecto is finally killing those filthy muggle neighbors.
Rating/Status: R - violent imagery, suggestive themes including death, and torture / Closed narrative
She has been craving this for lifetimes. She has been dreaming of this day since she set eyes on those filthy muggles. The day that bizarre contraption carrying their possessions showed up at the estate twenty miles down the dirt path that led to the Carrow Estate, Alecto hated them. They're smiling faces, waving a greeting to her as they carried boxes into their home.
Muggles don't deserve homes. They belonged six feet underground, and even then a grave was too civilized for the vile filth of muggles. One time she caught their daughter looking at Amycus. Oh Merlin how that infuriated her. A filthy, disgusting muggle actually had the nerve to look at her brother? No matter, a simple "accident" involving a splattering of a potion made sure that girl could never look at her brother ever again. The family believed her injuries were self inflicted and sent her to an institution to seek help. That was the last time Alecto ever involved herself in her "neighbors".
Standing on their front lawn, fingers curled around her wand as fog rolled across the grass. It licked at her feet, billowed across ground only parting to show a path for the predator. Lips curled into a hungry smirk, as dark eyes focused on the front door. Concealed in black, even the shadows seemed to cower in her presence. Cloak flapped and cracked against the sharp wind, as the haunting howling set the scene for this Death Eater.
She's been craving this for a long time, and finally the time had come. She didn't need permission from the Dark Lord for this deed. She didn't need assistance. Alecto worked better alone when it came to matters of killing. She didn't have to worry herself with thoughts of another person with her, and she could work on her own time. No one was there to tell her to slow down. Amycus wasn't there to remind her of patience. Rabastan wasn't there to taunt her, and goad her on. It was just herself.... and the family within that house.
A simple blasting curse decimated the door. Pieces of glass, wood and iron laid in the wake as the noise echoed through the silent house. A single startled scream came from one of the upstairs bedrooms, and a light flickered into the window. Two shadows could be seen from the outside moving within the room. Dark gaze broke away from the window as Alecto stalked towards the front door. Black heels crushed wood, and cracked glass as she stepped over the threshold and took a look around. The house was ornately decorated, it looked to be about of equal (if not greater) value than her own home. Staring at the mirror that hung within the front foyer, Alecto could feel her anger and disgust boiling over. Muggles didn't deserve to live in such splendor.
Footsteps racing down the stairs could be heard, and a man dressed in pajamas came to the first landing and stared in horror at Alecto.
"Who the bloody hell are you?!" He shouted, a tiny revolver aimed at Alecto and shaking violently from fear.
"Now, now, muggle... is that any way to treat a guest?"
"M-m-muggle? What the hell are you talking about? Get out of my house before I call the police!"
This only seemed to amuse Alecto as she took a step closer to the man. "Police? Do you really think they can help you now?" The man swallowed, and cocked the gun Alecto.
"Duh-duh-Don't take another step or I will shoot you!"
Giggling madly, Alecto waved her wand absentmindedly. "Shoot me? With that ruddy thing?" Wand swished and flicked as the gun went flying out of his hand and across the hallway. The man gulped and squealed as a terrified look came over him. Poising her wand, she could feel the killing curse coursing through her veins, begging for release. She could hear the curse within her ears, and she could feel it on the tip of her tongue.
"Eric? What's going on? Who is it?" A woman appeared at the top of the stairs. Attention was suddenly torn from the man to glance up at the woman. She would do nicely.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!!!" The green light emitted from her wand and smashed against the woman, sending her lifeless body over the railing and crashing to the ground. A sickening CRUNCH could be heard as her neck snapped at an awkward position and she laid there motionless. A scream of agony came from the man as he looked between Alecto and his wife. Dashing for his wife, he managed to kneel at her lifeless body. His sobs echoed through the house, as Alecto just giggled.
"Pl-please... don't do this...." The man sobbed in desperation as he looked up at Alecto. His gaze was met with the heel of her shoe. Kicking him down on his back, heel pressed against his cheek, piercing the skin and producing a tiny trickle of blood.
"Puh-puh pleeeeeeease...." She mimicked him, before spitting on him. "Filthy muggle! You disgust me... CRUCIO!!" The curse hit him squarely in the chest and his screams managed to drown out her laughter. Watching him writhe around on the floor in agony, Alecto watched with a certain flicker in her dark gaze. "What do you have to say for yourself now, muggle?" Of course the man couldn't reply as his cries began to turn more feral. It was music to Alecto's ear, the way his squeals pierced through the house. It sent a thrill up her spine each time he convulsed, and twitched on the floor.
Stepping on his wrist, the man attempt to lay still as the pain began to diminish. He was whimpering now, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "Pitiful." Alecto tsk'd, before raising her wand. "Would you like to know why I am doing this to you?" The man's eyes widened, before he managed to control his muscles for one moment to offer a single nod.
"It's because, quite frankly, I don't like you. Oh, not you personal. Oh, no, no, no, no. I could care less about you as a person. I don't like your type. You disgust me. You make me sick, and I feel compelled to rid this world of such filth. Stinking muggles, thinking you're better than me, than us." The man shook his head violently, attempting to protest Alecto's words, but his voice was failing him. "You all deserve to die slow painful deaths until your lot are extinguished one.... by bloody one." The man looked up horrified at Alecto, before tears ran down his cheeks.
"Crying." Alecto scoffed, as she dug the heel of her shoe into his wrist a little harder. "Enjoy the pain while you can... consider it a gift from me to you. A gift to know that you can still feel," Her heel twisted over his wrist, digging sharply into his flesh, "for it won't last long...."
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Green light flashed brightly, illuminating the room in a single burst. The killing curse hit the man square in the stomach. His struggling ceased instantly, and Alecto just giggled. Kicking his arm, she turned and headed for the door, thoroughly satisfied.
The cool evening air hit her flushed cheeks, and her head turned to look up at the sky. The moon faded in and out of the clouds, as her wand lifted towards the sky.
"Morsmordre!" The clouds took on a sickly, greenish hue as they snaked through the sky. An ominous skull with a snake intertwining with it hovered over the house. Muggles of course would be blind to such a phenomenon in the sky, but to the wizards and witches? The Dark Mark was bound to capture their attention.