mitzi abbott (ghoulz) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-04-25 21:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | isobel macdougal, mitzi abbott |
WHO: Mitzi Abbott and Isobel MacDougal featuring Natalie Roberts.
WHAT: Isobel gets her revenge and Mitzi gets her arm.
WHEN: April 25th, evening.
WHERE: A warehouse in Essex.
WARNINGS: Violence, death, barbed wire.
“Such a pretty face,” Isobel commented as she let a finger trace over Natalie Roberts’ face, admiring her coworker’s beauty before standing up properly, disregarding the fact that Natalie was seated in a chair with ropes surrounding her body. “But you really fucked me over, didn’t you, Nat?” She sighed loudly -- dramatically -- and promptly let one hand cross over her stomach, while the other fell to her side. She let herself catch a glimpse of Mitzi and she smiled at her. “Shall we get you that arm, Mitz?” asked Isobel, before she leaned over to give her a simple kiss on the lips. She could get used to doing that more and more now. Mitzi reached up to twirl a piece of Isobel’s hair around her finger, a slight smirk on her lips after the kiss. But the intimacy ended there, as she turned her attention to Natalie. Her face went impassive, though there was much malice behind her eyes. “Do you see what a good friend Isobel is, Natalie?” Natalie was too terrified to answer the question, but Mitzi loved the sound of her own voice enough to continued on regardless. “Not just everyone would help someone get an arm, no questions asked.” She leaned closer to Natalie, a ghoulish smile spreading across her face. “And really, I should thank you for making this possible by being such an insufferable fuck up.” Suddenly she straightened, aiming her wand at the woman’s shoulder. “Diffindo,” she hissed. The severing charm hit its mark, leaving Natalie’s arm barely hanging on as she screamed in agony. “Shut up,” Mitzi growled, “unless you want me to sew it back on and try again.” She looked to Isobel, raising an eyebrow. “Ooh I like that!” Isobel exclaimed, a wide grin appearing on her face. “We have to show her our Healing skills, after all!” She took her wand from her pocket, twirling it over a few times, her thumb stroking the intricate designs several times. Isobel glanced at Natalie, who muttered something so unintelligible that Isobel only rolled her eyes again. “Let’s see how much pain you can endure,” Isobel hummed, as her wand hovered over Natalie’s shoulder. Isobel murmured something quietly, and as a string of some sorts appeared from the tip of her wand, it looked as though it was stitching up Natalie’s skin. But without any pain potions, it wasn’t the easiest of Healing procedures to endure. Natalie’s screams were annoying Isobel, though, and she briefly paused in her stitching to glance at Mitzi. “Could you make her shut up?” “Gladly.” Mitzi pointed her wand at Natalie’s mouth, silently invoking a Healing spell that, when in the hands of someone less psychotic, was typically used to seal shallow wounds. But this witch’s intentions was to fasten the other woman’s lips tightly together, and she was very pleased with the results. Natalie was still whining and moaning, but at least it was muffled now. She glanced at Isobel’s work and smiled. “Your stitching is wonderful, darling. It’s too bad we’ll have to ruin it soon.” Pleased with the compliment, Isobel began to hum again, as she finished up the stitching with great concentration. Once done, she leaned back and observed Natalie again. It was a bit shameful that they had to do this to such a beautiful face (Isobel was still struck by her pretty face) but oh well, things had to be done. “Slice her arm again?” Isobel offered with a big smile, looking at Mitzi. “Or do you want to do the other arm now, while this is attempting to heal?” “Ooh,” Mitzi all but squealed, delighted at the suggestion. She smiled proudly at the other witch, very much enjoying Isobel’s devious side. “I think I’ll go with the other arm. Then she’ll be a bit more even.” She stepped forward, tapping her wand against her lips. A simple severing charm would be bland and unexpected. Suddenly Mitzi flicked her wand forward, conjuring a length of barbed wire from the tip of her wand and brandishing it like a whip. She curved the wire around Natalie’s arm, just below her shoulder, and muttered a spell to make it tighten. Blood splattered from the wound, staining Mitzi’s cheek, but she was too engrossed to notice. Isobel let out an elated laugh, suddenly very much taken with how wonderful all of this was. It truly felt like a learning experience, and as Healers, it was very important for both her and Mitzi to learn about all the intricacies of the human body. Her elation was cut short, however, at Natalie’s tortured expression. She rolled her eyes, and pointed her wand at her. “Imperio.” There was a concentrated effort, and she made sure to keep her voice firm. Once she was certain that her spell was cast correctly, she ordered, “Do not move your body under any circumstance. Healer Abbott needs to work here for what you did to me.” A loud scoff followed. “Excellent Imperius, Isobel,” Mitzi said, still tightening the barbed wire. After a moment she vanished it with a flick of her wand, admiring the damage she’d done. “Shall I heal this arm up as well or just take it? Has she earned our mercy?” “Take it!” Isobel exclaimed, extremely pleased with Mitzi’s compliment as well as the beautiful damage she had done to Natalie’s arm. Her smile widened as she leaned in closer to the arm to admire the work, and a small squeal of delight escaped from Isobel. As tears fell from Natalie’s eyes, though unmoving otherwise, Isobel stood up straight and sighed loudly. “Can we just kill her now?” Mitzi moved forward, hand reaching for a hidden knife in her robes. “Nothing personal, Natalie,” she said, winking and smiling before raising her arm and bringing the knife through the flesh holding Natalie’s arm to her shoulder. The arm fell with a dull flood to the floor, blood pouring out. “She’ll bleed out in less than a half hour,” she remarked, picking up the arm and admiring it. “But by all means, let’s. You deserve the honours. Do it.” Isobel’s smirk turned wicked now, as she raised her wand, pointing at Natalie’s chest. “It was… kind of nice knowing you, I guess, Natalie.” Her smirk disappeared as her expression hardened, her eyes full of malice. “Avada Kedavra!” The beam of green light hit Natalie’s chest, and the woman had no time to react, no time to look horrified, no time to break her Imperius. She fell over, limp and unmoving, blood still gushing from her arm. Isobel smiled at her handiwork, but reached for Mitzi’s face with her wand-less hand, giving her another peck -- this time, sweeter than before. “Let’s get out of here,” she mumbled quietly, despite the arm of the now-corpse. The arm, the trophy she’d came for, made it all the more romantic and Mitzi felt something vaguely lepidopterous in her stomach. Hm. She’d have to unpack that later. “Just one more thing,” she said, leading Isobel to the door. Once they were outside she pointed her wand toward the sky, the Dark Mark appearing. She took Isobel’s hand with her own, smirking. “Now we can go.” |