remus lupin is finally at peace. (moonstricken) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-07-29 20:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-07] july, marius lestrange, remus lupin |
Who: Marius Lestrange & Remus Lupin.
What: 24 hours have passed...
When: 29 July 1980, in the evening.
Where: An abandoned muggle house in Furzedown, London.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG-13.
Remus knew that negotiating with Bellatrix wasn't going to be easy, but he had, somehow, still hoped they would have settled things before... well. Before he had to do this. He'd left Marius in the basement of the house, tied to a chair (just as Marius had done to Marlene and himself), without a wand. He'd placed sticking charms on each leg of the chair to keep it securely in place in the centre of the room, and the bites on Marius' face had been bandaged up to stop the bleeding (and so he didn't have to look at what he had done). And now here he was again, equipped with both his wand and his dagger, having no idea what to do and running on little to no sleep. Although he had decided what he was going to do, he hadn't thought of how, and everything he could think of seemed more disturbing than the last. Maybe he should have asked Sirius to do this -- or come up with some other form of revenge. But he also knew that putting an end to the family line would be devastating enough. Then there would just be Rabastan, and possibly Marius' child if it turned out to be a son... but Remus didn't want to think about that. "Did you sleep well, Marius?" He didn't care, and he knew Marius couldn't have had a good night's rest in the position he'd been left in, but he wanted to rub it in that he had complete control over the situation. "I certainly feel well rested." It was a lie; Remus had barely been able to get much sleep at all, haunted by nightmares and thoughts of the innocent people Bellatrix hurt and killed for his refusal to bend to her demands. All he could do was keep repeating to himsef, it will be worth it, but every hour that passed Remus doubted this more and more. Marius wasn't well rested but that was because he hadn't slept. There were ways to work yourself out of ropes if you were willing to grit through the pain and you didn't have enough fingers left to get in the way. He'd been free for over an hour now, aching but single-minded in his mission. Lupin's merciless lopping off of his pieces had proven to be his undoing, but as the man was not skilled at torture it was no surprise he would make such an amateur mistake. Once his hands were free he'd unbound his legs and then painstakingly re-tied the ropes to only his legs instead of the chair so if Lupin looked he would appear to be bound but in reality he was not. He had slipped his hands back through the loops between chair and ropes and waited. Now that Lupin was here he remained quite still, giving every appearance the captive. "Fuck you." It was a vulgarity Marius rarely used but it fit his anger perfectly. "Well, I'm afraid you won't be doing that to anyone anymore," Remus said, drawing out his wand. "Your family has failed to meet my demands. I had explained to them that for every 24 hours they don't comply, I'm going to have to do something to you." He'd never been in this kind of position before; it was their roles reversed, and he couldn't understand how anyone could enjoy being this way all the time. But even so... he still wanted Marius to feel what it was like, to suffer in the same way he had made him and so many others endure. Maybe not in the same exact way, but the message would be clear enough. "You'd better hope that your wife has a boy. If not, then I suppose your line is going to end here." There was hesitation in his steps as he began to approach Marius, as he still didn't know exactly what he was going to do -- but he had to go through with it now. Marius lost his breath a little at Remus's threat. That was what he was going to do? It was the lowest of the low. There was nothing honourable about that. Remus was close now, clearly having trouble with the mechanics of how he was going to go about this, and Marius was glad for the delay. It was difficult to judge distance with the bandage on his face covering up one eye but Lupin was definitely within striking distance when Marius suddenly kicked out a leg at Remus's wrist as hard as he could. It sent the man's wand clattering across the room He had his bloody hands out of the rope loops a split second later and with all the desperation of a man who has just learned he's about to be castrated, Marius launched himself at Remus. There was nothing careful or gentlemanly about this fight. He wanted to kill him, and he had his hands wrapped around Remus's throat with his remaining fingers pushing down as hard as they could against his windpipe as he bowled them both into the wall. Any gasp of shock was cut short as soon as Marius' thumbs pressed against his throat, and Remus felt the wall slam against his back, his head colliding with it from the force of the impact. His hands flew up to grab at Marius' hands desperately, pulling and clawing at them with short nails. He growled, struggling against his grip and trying to free himself -- and then he quickly brought his leg up to knee him sharply between his legs. The pain was intense but faced with the alternative Marius would endure it. Remus was doing all he could to get away but if he could last only a few more seconds... no one could go with oxygen for long. He pressed harder, the skin beneath his fingers darkening as a bruise began to form. He couldn't help but doubling over slightly as he felt as if he was going to throw up from the pain in his groin but he couldn't let go. His life depended on it. With renewed fury he shoved against Remus again, trying to knock his head against the wall. He wanted him dead and he didn't care how. Remus' eyes began to water as he struggled for air; he felt as if his windpipe were being crushed with how hard Marius' thumbs pressed against it. The lack of oxygen was making him feel dizzy, and when Marius shoved him again, Remus' vision went dark for only a second as he slumped against the wall. His strength was leaving him, but he wasn't ready, and with one last desperate attempt to free himself he tried to reach for Marius' throat -- but then he moved his hand up further and dug his fingers into the bandage covering up the torn open side of his face. That was enough to make him let go with one hand and push at Remus's arm, screaming as pain flooded his vision. Remus's hand was next to his mouth and he bit down as hard as he could all the while still trying to drive the werewolf's head into the wall. Every piece of him hurt but this was a fight for everything. He drove Remus's head back into the wall one more time with as much force as he had left in him and then let go abruptly and dove for Remus's wand which was still lying across the room on the floor. Brute force wasn't working, but magic would. He cried out when Marius bit his hand, and he could feel blood begin to trickle down his arm -- his vision went dark around the edges when his head was crushed back against the wall, twice more. The back of his neck felt wet, and he couldn't focus, he couldn't fight anymore... and when Marius let go of him he collapsed to the floor. He coughed as oxygen flooded back into his lungs, gasping and chest heaving as he sucked in large gulps of air. Get up, get up, get up, he was telling himself, over and over again, but he couldn't move, and all he could do was watch as Marius pointed his own wand at him. Was this how it was going to end? Marius had never felt so much relief wrapping his fingers around a wand. The Avada Kedavra was on his tongue ready to float its way into green light, but something stopped him. It wasn't compassion by any means. It was much uglier than that. "Incarcerous." Ropes sprang from the wand as Marius limped forward. "You will live to see my son," Marius spat, before kicking Remus hard in the ribs. "Stupefy." |