rabastan "better than you" lestrange (rabastange) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-05-09 19:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-05] may, leoben yaxley, rabastan lestrange |
Who: Rabastan Lestrange and Leoben Yaxley
When: May 9th
Where: Muggle area then Yaxley estate
What: Muggle Hunting.
Rating: PG-13 to R for torture
Status: Finished log.
Leoben was tired being wrong, of being scolded and pushed out of the way for being incompetent. He wasn't incompetent. He was better than this anyway, and he was running in circles trying to determine how their captives had escaped. How had they managed to turn such a great victory into this? Finally, he had flipped his journal open again, and there had been a rather tempting invitation for him. Leoben had no plans. And if he had, he would have cancelled them for this.
And so it was, that he was walking side by side with Rabastan in Yorkshire. It was a Saturday night and the streets were crowded enough that they went unnoticed. Ben was uncomfortable in these muggle clothes, vaguely wishing for his robes as he eyed the young faces around him. One of them would fall victim their aggression tonight.
"Do you have any age preference?" he asked Rabastan idly, eyes scanning for a vulnerable looking one. Someone who was alone. One of them would break of from the pack eventually. It was just a matter of paying attention.
Rabastan had very similar feelings to Leoben and he was glad that there was no need to express them. Their friendship was not inappropriately close, but enough so that neither of them actually had to speak their true intention for this evening and for that Rabastan was glad. He severely disliked feeling this intensity of failure and this hatred that was bubbling up in him. Having this much of one emotion was never good for anyone and he knew it was clouding his judgement and that would not be good. Rabastan needed to be on a more even keel level to be an effective student. He couldn't risk getting caught in petty arguments and distractions with other Death Eaters. His gratitude toward Leoben for being available could not be expressed in any real terms but the affection was present, even if it was hidden under Rabastan's hardly caged anger.
He also severely disliked wearing muggle clothes, more uncomfortable with them than Leoben. It felt distasteful and just all around wrong to be wearing them. When they finished with this, he would burn these clothes gleefully. Rabastan rubbed his carefully scruffy face at Leoben's question and thought a moment. "Male. Twenties maybe. No women, I don't feel like listening to the shrieking. Someone with a little fight, or thinks they can fight." He certainly didn't want anyone who would actually get a punch or two in, but kidnapping and torturing someone who had a bit of energy, who kicked and screamed a little, made the hunt all the better.
Leoben sighed, narrowing down the search criteria a bit as he scanned the face and body structure of the people passing them. He understood Rabastan's intention. It came down to someone who would at least take a little bit of effort to break. Someone who was worth a little sport. That was fine with Ben.
His eyes found a potential candidate in the next moment or two. "There," he said, giving a small nod in the direction and then intentionally looking away. "Blue jumper, brown shoes. Blond, and I think a bit overweight, though it's difficult to tell from here. He's alone." Ben glanced again, letting his eyes linger for a few moments longer. "Can't be a day over twenty-one. He looks like he's meeting someone," he added after a moment.
Locking on to the young man Leoben pointed out, Rabastan nearly smirked. Yes, he was perfect, and definitely just a bit overweight. "Sorry boy-o, doesn't look like you'll be meeting your friends anytime soon," Rabastan said under his breath so Leoben could hear but no one else. He could already feel the excitement rush forth, taking over the anger. It was rare that he felt such a strong mixture of emotion as this, but he was going to stop questioning it and get this done with now. He led Leoben over to the side, just a ways off from where the bloke was standing. They had to make sure he was suitably distracted and that no one was coming right now to meet him. He pretended to look around, keeping one eye on the bloke but put off the air like they were waiting for their girls, or something. Like they would ever have to wait around like common muggles for them. "You grab him and pop and I'll follow?"
A rare smirk crossed Ben's face as he followed Rabastan to the side. For him too, came the rush of excitement. He didn't do this often - more, he tended to stew and let his anger sit. This was a little extra indulgence. And this time, Leoben didn't mind. "Yes," he responded to Rabastan's proposal. "My manor. No one else is there."
And with that, Leoben slid into the easy meander of the crowd. He was good at this part. Blending in was second-nature, even uncomfortable in these clothes. He fell into step behind a group of boys (for surely, no one would call them men) as he approached their target. He was checking his watch, looking around. His back was to Ben. This would be all too easy. Still, it couldn't be an aggressive move. Nothing to draw attention to himself. He was not masked. No one could remember his face.
Ben waited until he was even with the boy, an inch or two away. And then he barely reached out to touch his forearm. It was a casual movement and practically invisible. And with a barely audible pop, they were gone.
Back to his own manor, the boy was struggling. Leoben now had a firm grip on his arms and the back of his neck, shoving his face into the dirt while he waited for Rabastan.
Rabastan stayed around to watch the catch, intent on Leoben's actions - also to make sure they didn't get snagged themseves. If someone noticed their friend was gone or things went awry, there had to be back up. As it was, Ben was smooth and Rabastan was following straight after. He was nearly giddy when he arrived to see Ben pushing the boy down in the dirt. To get things started he kicked the boy in the ribs.
"What a pick," he said, looking at Ben with a hint of a smirk. "Do you think he'll piss himself first? Or cry for his mummy?"
Leoben straightened when he saw Rabastan. His manor was warded well. Their little capture here wouldn't be able to escape, even if he did get away from them for a second. Which wasn't likely to be the case. "Oh, I don't know," Ben drawled, drawing his wand. "I'm not a betting man. I'd rather we just find out -- oh no you don't," he finished abruptly, stepping on the back of their boy's knee and forcing him back to the ground, easily cutting off his attempts to escape.
"What do you want?!" came the pained cries of the muggle. "Let me go, I didn't do anything to you!"
Ben tutted and nudged him over with his foot. From his pocket, he drew one of the large hunting knives gifted to him from Walden. He hadn't used them since killing his father. It was about time the blades drew some blood again. Ben couldn't help but smirk at the fear suddenly apparent in the boy's eyes. "Let's just start with your name, shall we?" he said smoothly, letting the moonlight catch the blade. "You do have a name, don't you?" he asked after a second, curiously lifting a brow.
"D-d-d-avid," David stuttered, staring at the blade and inching away from the captor holding it. Which incidentaly, sent him right into Rabastan's legs.
Sneering as the boy inched away from his destiny and into him, Rabastan kicked the boy in his back. "Stop st-t-t-tuttering, David. He's a nice man, so long as you comply. Do what he says and he'll make this easy for you, but if you don't, well. You'll have to see why he's called le meurtrier." Not that Rabastan believed that the muggle could understand French, or that Ben was ever called 'the murderer' as a pet name, but it definitely had an effect.
"Don't you want to play with us, Dave? We picked you, out of all of those people, to come play with us. It would be rude to be disgraceful and turn down our offer for entertainment."
David doubled over, hand splayed across where the taller man had kicked. "I don't want to play! I didn't do anything," he repeated, panic starting to edge into his voice. "You have to let me go! I'll do anything you want, just let me go. My dad's a big car salesman, he can give you loads of money a---"
"Oh, shut up," Ben drawled and pointed his wand at him, already bored with the boy's rambling. He cast an irritable angor, keeping his wand trained on dear David's throat. The noise stopped abruptly and their captive was clutching at his throat, trying to gasp for air and getting nothing. Leoben held the spell for over a minute before letting it go. It was far too early to let him just pass out.
David lay panting on the ground, taking in mouthfuls of air. Tears were starting to well up in his eyes and Ben sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. "So uncivilised," he grumbled, turning his gaze to Rabastan. "I suppose it's your turn. Shall we bind him, or do you prefer him with some sort of mobility?" He nudged David's head with the toe of his shoe, looking vaguely disgusted.
Having money was nothing Rabastan was worried about, and anyone who took funds were no better than the disgusting animals they took them from. Rabastan crouched down near the boy as Ben took charge with a spell. His face was passive, almost curious as he looked into the boys' eyes as he choked. It really was kind of disgusting how easy, how fragile these creatures were, but that just proved how much better they were than things like David here. He sighed as the boy started crying - how un-fun was that if they broke him already.
"Bind him like they do cattle. His two hands behind his back to one ankle. Gives him the illusion of mobility and allows for some squirming," Rabastan said standing up and pulling out his wand. He stood over the boy showing him his powerful tool, "I have a new curse I'd like to try. Have you heard the story of Prometheus, David? Hmm, perhaps you haven't. Moral of the story is that he stole something from the gods and his punishment? Well that was a tasty piece of work -"
Coughing, the boy interrupted Rabastan's story, "I didn't steal nothing!"
Shaking his head as if he were disappointed, Rabastan flicked his wand and the boy was tied up how he wanted. "Now, now. Your punishment will be the same as that thief, Prometheus, though you don't think you've done anything. By your mere existence, well, that deserves to have your liver cut into bits, and regrown so it can be cut more, doesn't it?" Rabastan straightened and held out his wand, aiming it at the boy's belly and spoke the spell slowly - it wasn't one he had actually tried on someone before, so why not now?
Leoben couldn't help but snicker as Rabastan went on. "Wait," he said suddenly. David's eyes snapped to him, pleading for release, to tell him to make the other man stop. Ben had no such intention. Instead, he just sliced his shirt open with a flick of his wand, exposing a rather large and slightly hairy torso for them to work on. "I want to see," he explained, glancing at Rabastan. "Do continue."
He smirked and watched Rabastan worked the spell, his eyes flicking between David's overgrown belly and his face. David was pale and after a moment of clear discomfort, he squirmed on the ground a scream tearing itself from his throat. Leoben watched, a vicious sneer working onto his face.
"Ugh, disgusting," Rabastan said, pulling a face to match his tone, "Look at you, Dave. Can't even bother to look fit. What do you do for a living Dave? Sit around watching the telly-box and being a lazy fat slob?" Rabastan shook his head and watched the muggle scream and squirm for awhile before cutting the spell off and sneering at him.
"Disappointing as well. I thought you would have more interesting insides. Or at least cried for your daddy. Pity," He stepped back and circled around the boy and looked at Leoben and shrugged. "Your turn. Any new curses you're learning?"
Leoben looked rather disdainful, almost apathetic toward the muggle tied before him. It was pathetic how fragile these creatures were. They would never be equals and Leoben was reminded of how absolutely useless they were. "Nothing so interesting as that, I'm afraid," he conceded with a sigh. He saw a flicker of relief in David's eyes. "Although I must admit, I have become rather fascinated with the Imperius..."
He considered their captive for a moment and then nodded, more to himself. "I'm going to untie you David," he said smoothly. "Do not run." As if the boy would have a chance to. Ben rather doubted he'd be getting up off the ground any time soon. Not without a little help.
With a flick of his wand, the binds disappeared and David lay sprawled, still panting at the effects of Rabastan's curse. Leoben knelt by his head, knife in one hand, wand in the other. He could almost smell the fear radiating off of him. "I'm not going to hurt you, David," Ben almost soothed, laying the knife down by his face. David broke into a sob. "Imperio," Ben cast, suddenly feeling a great deal of control.
David's sobs were quickly dissolving to sniffles and before very long he had calmed completely. Leoben shot a pleased look to Rabastan before turning his attention back to David. Their captive pushed himself into a sitting position and stared dully at the knife for a moment before picking it up. A moment of hesitation was quickly cut off by an irritated look from Leoben, redoubling his concentration.
David pulled the tatters of his shirt off and slid the along his abdomen, below the navel. Shallow cuts at first, but the longer Leoben let him go, the deeper they became. A rather crude Y-shape was forming, but Leoben stopped him before it was finished. He glanced back at Rabastan. "Shall I save you anything? If I let him go on for much longer, I do not think he will last long." David turned his head up at Rabastan as well, looking expectant and curious, as if waiting for instruction.
"Very nice," Rabastan complimented Ben, careful to step out of the way of any of the blood sprays. While he enjoyed the display, he definitely wasn't as enthused about getting anything on him. He watched the boy curiously and stroked his own chin thoughtfully. There were several spells he would like to try, namely the regurgitation one he'd been researching last week but it required bit more set up than he had currently, unless he wanted to have the boy eat his own parts and that was just disgusting.
"I think you should let him finish himself off. Nice handling of the curse, by the way."
"Oh, thank you," Leoben responded, a smirk pulling at his lips. "He is not putting up much of a fight, to be quite honest." He took a step back and flicked his gaze back to their muggle. A silent command: Continue.
David did. His cuts went deeper and in another moment, he was covered in his own blood, clumsy hands slipping on the handle of the blade as he was forced to put more pressure behind it. Too soon though (at least for Leoben) it was becoming quite clear that he was losing too much blood to continue on his own, as much as he was obviously trying. Ben sighed a bit irritably and gave another flick of his wand, redoubling his efforts.
"Do move back, if you would like to avoid staining your robes, Rabastan," he said, almost conversationally, taking a handful of steps back himself.
The rest went quickly. David, in a faster movement that would not have been possible without magic, repositioned his hand on the blade and shoved it through his throat. It was quite the mess, and a strangled gurgling sound came from the muggle. Leoben lifted the curse, looking relatively pleased with himself, even as a more cognizant David tried to scream, hands all over his neck as if it would somehow help.
Rabastan did move as he was told, keeping a careful eye on the knife and it's motions and mentally praising Leoben's wand work. Even though the cut was ragged and it was a muggle, he was still impressed with the preciseness of Leoben's curse. "Too bad they are far too fragile. One day I would like a muggle toy that lives for as long as I want, but still allows for me to do what I wish, torture wise. They do not last as long when I am impatient."
Leoben nodded curtly in agreement. "It is rather a shame, isn't it?" he said regretfully, frowning slightly at the now still form of their muggle. "Thought I suppose they are disposable, so it does not constitute any sort of loss." He approached the corpse and unceremoniously pulled the knife out of it's throat, wiping it clean on the muggle's trousers. "Do you feel better?" he asked Rabastan, slightly lifting his brow. There had been a reason for this, after all.
"We can get another if we need it," Rabastan said, nudging his toe against the dead muggle's leg, looking a little sad. Not because he felt that a lost life was anything to be upset over, just the loss of his anger and a play toy. He wasn't sure what was going on with his emotions, but Rabastan could say that he felt more in control now. "I do feel better yes. How about you? And we can tell Walden we've been practicing."
"I feel quite good yes," Leoben answered. "I'm sure he'll be pleased, particularly with your curse. I've never seen that before." Ben put his wand away and took a few steps toward his manor. "Come in for a drink. I'll have the elf take care of this," he explained, motioning vaguely toward the carcass, clearly unconcerned.
"I read it in a book, curiously," Rabastan said, sounding amused with himself. He stashed his wand away and patted Ben on the shoulder in congratulations. They had done a good job, it was true. He followed Ben into the house, feeling much better about his evening now. "I don't remember where, but the title of the page caught my interest and I've been waiting to try it out. But yes, let's have a drink. I brought something for us to try out."