Lea Mathews ignores the moon. (perniciously) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-03-20 08:52:00 |
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WHO: Galilea & Victor Moon
WHAT: An end to things.
WHEN: Backdated//The night before the final battle
WHERE: A clearing in the woods
RATING: High: hints of torture, and murder
STATUS: Complete narrative
Revenge didn't actually make anythign better. Lea knew that. Not so deep down, she knew that following her brother, confronting him...killing him...wouldn't fix or change anything. Not there. There, Colin Creevey would still be dead. There, she and Toby would still run and live in fear for several years.
But if she did it here. If she found him and made him pay, maybe she could start to move on. So she followed him into the woods. Her wand was out and trained on his back the entire time. Even when the path turned or trees took him out of her site, Lea's wand didn't waiver. She didn't get close enough for him to touch her, but she was always within hexing distance. And she didn't hide the fact that she was following him. She wanted him to turn and face her.
Victor knew someone was there. He knew someone tailed him, and a sly smile spread across his features as he let them believe they were tracking him. He hadn't doubled back, and he didn't make any sudden movements off the path, but he was setting a trap for his pursuer. Whoever it was didn't know who they were messing with, but they would soon find out. The Dark Lord was a force to be reckoned with, but Victor didn't mind getting his hands dirty. Where the Dark Lord left things to his minions, he took matters into his own hands, and he liked the way screams sounded. Whimpers when they tried to fight the pain. He knew how to leave scars without anyone ever being the wiser. He knew how to draw out the pain while keeping the subject from passing out. He'd had yeas to perfect his technique, and the fool behind him would soon learn that you don't mess with Moons.
Past a blind turn in the path, he came to a clearing ringed with felled trees, and he positioned himself comfortably on one facing the path to wait for his target. What stepped between the trees surprised him, but he kept his face in a cool sneer. "Little sister," he said with disgust.
Lea froze when she entered the clearing. He had the advantage, despite the fact that he was seated and his wand wasn't in his hand. She feared him. She'd feared him for so long that it was a normal reaction to Victor. When he spoke, the bottom of her stomach fell, and she thought she might be ill. She had hoped to never hear that voice again. She had hoped that Toby would be the only brother to come here. She feared him, but she felt something shove that fear aside when she took in the arrogant smile that played across his features. Anger.
She managed a dark smile and pointed her wand at him. The anger boiling in her chest fueled the wolf-like tendencies she'd gotten from Remus, and she clung to it. "Wanker," she said through clenched teeth, like it was his name. She knew she should attack while he wasn't on his guard, that she should do something, but, now that the moment had arrived, she couldn't bring herself to stoop to his level. He had to attack first, or she would be no better than he was.
Victor laughed. It was a mirthless, manic sound, but he was amused. "Aw, little sister. Did you try to grow a spine?" Standing, he removed his wand from his pocket and quickly, silently, and with barely the flick of a wrist, he had her bleeding. Child's play. He could do such magic in his sleep. He advanced on her slowly, swishing and cutting and wondering when she'd break finally. When she'd scream. He watched her face, watched how she flinched with each new cut, and he saw something in her eyes he'd never seen before. The last time he'd done this, she'd stared through him with dead eyes. She didn't make a sound. He'd grown bored with her quickly and moved on to his brother.
This new look in her eyes, this fire that promised trouble or fun, worried and excited him. He worked faster, cutting deeper, watching the flame flicker and blaze, and he grinned like a child with a new toy. "You came to fight," he said arrogantly. "And you stand here and take it like always." He moved in close, circling around her, adding cuts to arms and back. Leaning in close, he used his wand to push her hair aside. He could hear her laborious breathing and knew the cuts were deep. "You will never beat me," he breathed in her ear. "You will die."
Lea stood and took the abuse, breathing through every cut and new blood. She felt her pulse in every cut, and her world began to spin from the loss of blood. Still, she waited. She knew her brother. She knew what he wanted, and she knew his arrogance and ego would be the only way she could defeat him. She waited for him to move close to her. Waited for him to believe he'd won. When he was close to her, with his hand on her hair and his face near hers, Lea petrified him and stepped to the side as he fell.
Looking down at him, she gasped through the pain of the cuts. Her vision swam, and she knew she was pale from the lack of blood currently in her system. She kicked him, though, in the ribs. Then the shoulder. Tears streamed down her face. "You don't win. You never win again. I win. I win now, here. I win by taking Toby." She crouched, her knee in his windpipe, and his eyes bugged at her. "You have no power over me," she snarled, "and you will die. You will die for Colin and for Toby and for me, and no one will mourn you. No one will find you."
Straightening with effort, Lea levitated one of the felled trees from the ground and positioned it over him. She walked backwards, leaving a trail of blood in her wake, grasping at trees to stay upright. Every time she came into the forest lately, she left it incredibly bloody and near passing out. As she walked, she kept her eyes on the tree. She watched it for as long as possible, but she soon hit that blind turn. The second she could no longer see to maintain her spell, she heard the thud and crunch of the tree landing on her older brother. "If a tree falls in the forest, and there's no one to see, does it make a sound? Yes. Yes it does."
Turning, she made her way back to the village, her feet shuffling and finding each root and buried stone. She wasn't going to make it all the way home. She might not even make it as far as the village itself. But she focused on her feet, watching each step, until she found herself on the road by her cottage. She didn't know how she got there, but the sense of relief (actually it was exhaustion) washed over her, and she stumbled into the yard, and lay there, unmoving. "It's done," she whispered over and over before passing out. "It's done."