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Tweak says, "I'm multiple and OK!"

arrogant_black (arrogant_black) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-04-19 06:56:00

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lily evans

Who: Foul!AU!Reg, Honest!Sirius, and Older!Lily
What: Duel of the Gods! Er... Sirius thought his brother was a violent lunatic before, and now, confronted with true evil madness, he learns just how off he was
When: Mid-morning
Where: About town
Rating/Warnings: HIGH HIGH HIGH, right from the start, gruesome NPC deaths, and eventually an intense duel.
Status: In progress, closed

What idiots who had kidnapped him. He had his wand, and the doors were all unwarded and unlocked. He simply walked out of the rather drably furnished, in his opinion, very much muggle flat and out of the building. He thought about seeing what kind of easy pray was behind those doors on that first floor, but that wouldn't serve his purpose in stringing his brother along for a bumpy, bloody ride. The trail needed to be outside, after all.

He stared down at the stupid, but seemingly useful muggle device. He'd decided to grab it at the last minute as it had been his means of communicating with that traitor he didn't like to believe was made from the same blood he was, and that mudblood and some muggle. He was holding the thing with a handkerchief so he wouldn't have to touch the thing more than he had to. It was quiet now, obviously time to magicked it away, out of sight and out of mind.

Though, he did remember his purpose. Leave a trail of muggle pieces for his brother to follow while he tried to find that ginger mudblood the Order thought was the greatest. But Regulus knew what she was, filthy, rotten scum. He thought briefly about adding that muggle to his list but he would find him later, after he'd dealt with the traitor and the mudblood.

He picked a direction, scanned the buildings and street and then apparated as far as he could possibly see, then chose a different direction to do that again. He did this five or six times. Small jumps to get ahead of the game.

The street he ended up on wasn't so populated with pedestrians, though there were a few muggle vehicles, loathsome things that they were. If only he had a broom. But this was a good enough place to start. He strode to the middle of the road and raised his wand to the screeching sound of those muggle car horns. He smriked, muggles never did understand how to adapt to unexpected situations. A flick of the wrist and the car headed right at him flipped back end over front and through the air, landing with a sickening crunch of metal and glass before him. It slid until he could put his foot out and rest it on the rocking bumper.

There was dead silence as the car flipped through the air, people not sure of what to think about the sight or how it had even happened. Ignorant muggles. As Regulus made his way around the back of the car some muggles thinking they could play hero and help the trapped victims inside were rushing forward to assist. With another flick of his wrist red lines appeared on a man and a woman's necks slit from one ear to the next, both of them. They fell clutching their throats, and would be dead in a matter of minutes. Two more he threw back twenty or thirty feet to crash against brick facades. The screaming and noise of people running away, turning vehicles started then.

He was at the driver door now and he knelt to peer down inside. Two passengers, one was dead still, and the other, the driver, was moving a hand lethargically against his temple. He was still strapped into the seat. That was the one. Regulus blasted the door open and then tore the man from the wreckage without a thought to his comfort. This wasn't about his comfort. The man screamed to be sure, and Regulus rolled his eyes. When the sound mellowed to moans and gurgles he knew that he couldn't have that following him around cursed the man's head to spin quickly, breaking his neck.

Better.

"Come and find me traitor," Regulus said to himself as he stared dispassionately at the dead man. He charmed the man to lift into the air and to follow him, and then set out down the road, contemplating which limb to sever first.

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2011-04-21 11:18 pm UTC (link)

Over his twenty one years of existance, Sirius had become good at fighting. Not good in perhaps the traditional sense of the word - he bounced around like a lunatic on a sugar rush, avoiding curses mainly through luck and babbling nonsense and laughing, and somehow he managed to come out of it alright. And he had good friends, friends who understood him when the anger and adrenaline took him and could watch out for him. So it shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone when Sirius' blood suddenly ran hot, and even though he felt a bit like someone was ripping his guts out through his chest, he let out a bark of loud, manic laughter as the suddenly-dead muggles clambered back to their feet.

Fuck.

Then there were lights flashing from him and Lily's wands and he was cursing and hexing and defending without really thinking about it. They were people, a voice spoke up in the back of his head, almost drowned out by the blood rushing through his ears. They were probably still warm. People who perhaps weren't real to a lot of the kidnappees but they had families and jobs and Sirius had got to know a few of the locals and they weren't all that bad. His mad laughter burst from his chest again, clawing up his throat like vomit as an inferius fell to the ground with a sickening thud, only to claw itself back up again.

There was a moment where he spotted a gap in the lurching, gargling dead, his brothers face suddenly visible. Sirius' dark eyes locked with Regulus', and the laughter fell from his flushed face, indecision balancing on his features instead. Then his wand was pointed in his siblings direction, although something jarred against his elbow and sent his aim off course at the last moment.

"Expelliarmus!"

The spell hit the pavement at his brother's feet, but Sirius didn't see, already bringing back an arm to elbow an inferius in the face, spinning on his heel to body bind the struggling dead man.

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