Evan Rosier (pettydemon) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-08-19 14:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !monster plot, evan rosier, x-alastor moody |
Who: Evan Rosier and Alastor Moody
What: Being best chums and stuff
Where: Town ruins
When: Day 5, second half, near dusk
Warnings: Probably violence and language
Evan had something of a mutual understanding with the monsters – kill or be killed. The same couldn't be said for the rest, not that he bothered trying to reach out to them. Now that everything had gone to ruin, they still clung to their stupid notions and their groups, and he wasn't interested. Going against the monsters without a partner to watch his back wasn't the wisest thing, he knew, but Rosier scarcely thought about his own safety.
He simply did not care.
Sure, there had been a few instances where he assisted others and vice versa, but he was not going out of his way to be a rescuer or hero. He’d checked the treacherous ruins around the building he picked to stash his things, mostly a few bottles of alcohol recovered and a carton of cigarettes, but the monsters had been his main company, save for an occasional rescuer passing through or heaven forbid, someone else actually wanting to hunt the monsters too.
Evan was glad he lost his book a day before, in the battle at the castle. Nothing they spoke about was ever very interesting to him, and the constant crying and whining had started to irritate him. It became clear to Evan that most present in this strange world barely knew conflict, never expected it, or had conveniently forgotten about it. He didn't think himself superior to them for knowing that harsh time he arrived from, but he shook his head at the sheer ignorance. It was like lambs to the slaughter. Initially, even their spells were weak, holding back. Most weren't killers. Every spell he cast was for the intention of killing. He ripped through the monsters without a shred of mercy, butchering them at every chance. Sometimes their forms transformed to more human shapes, familiar Aurors and other enemies from his time. There were many Moodys.
After leaving the Community Centre, he reflected upon the pointlessness of everything – life itself, this world, and the situation. Evan was sorry to see Pansy gone and guessed Helena would be next. It was nothing like mourning, but he was disappointed to lose one of the few voices willing to speak to him. Life hadn't been very kind to him in the past year, on the run from the Aurors. This world was close enough now, but he wouldn't even leave a body for long. The thought of completely disappearing was unnerving. He couldn't decide if he abhorred or liked that result.
Rain was pouring as he walked into what remained of the town. It was near dusk already and would be a hell of a night. Evan pulled the collar of his coat a bit closer; it was now much more torn than it had been upon his arrival and stained with everything from human blood to the remains of the monsters. It still kept him dry underneath, at least, except for the perspiration from non-stop activity. He was uncomfortable, but not complaining.
Then he saw him. Not alone, though still apart from the others. The recognition was instant, though he wasn't the same Auror from the night Evan had been torn from. Moody had grown older. Obviously slower with that joke of a leg. Probably more cautious. Evan was slightly impressed he had weathered so many wounds and certainly hoped he was responsible for some. He tensed instinctively, and his eyes widened.
The greatest urge present at that moment was to rush forward and rip the man to pieces with his bare hands. Evan’s path noticeably deviated toward Moody, and he imagined strangling the life out of him, tearing and ripping without end. No monster compared to him. Something of a scowl came across Evan’s pale face, more feral than human, as he neared.
It subsided suddenly. A defiant grin surfaced in its stead, as horrible as the previous mask. He was defying Moody by just standing there, alive. Evan's feet were fixed to the road, and he was unable to budge from the spot. The monsters meant nothing now. The monster he intended to slay was standing a mere foot away.