RP: I give! Characters: Severus and ... anyone who wants to check on him? Time/Date: Oct. 20, morning Location: AS, his room Warnings/Rating: Angst, language Summary: He has apparently thrown in the towel. Status: Open, ongoing
At first he thought, even hoped, that it might have been a trick, similar to the image the Dark Lord had sent Harry, of his godfather being tortured, to lure him to the Department of Mysteries. And now, just as he'd done then, Severus immediately attempted to contact Mercy, to see if she was all right. Then it had been by Floo call, and now it was with his mobile. After about the tenth time he'd received the "Communication Failed: Unable to Send" error, however, Severus threw the thing against the wall, where it shattered.
They'd killed her. Those bloody, fucking, sadistic bastards had killed her!
And yes, he knew they would enjoy watching his little temper tantrum, but he also didn't care.
He overturned the desk next, sending the laptop to crash on the floor, and it was probably broken as well when a drawer slid out and landed atop the case. But it wasn't as if he needed the blasted thing any longer, was it? He no longer gave a damn.
The rage soon gave way to sadness, however, and he brought both shaking hands up to cover his face, as it screwed up in pain. And it wasn't only Mercy they'd killed. Harry, his daughter, Ariana, Lupin, Jake and Oy, and countless others whose faces he had seen, even if he didn't know -- hadn't known -- their names. God, even the Dark Lord had usually had some sort of purpose in mind when he'd killed people. It hadn't merely been for fun.
He'd thought they'd been safe. Once the earthquakes had ended, he'd thought they'd made it through, and then ... this. His shoulders shook with silent sobs, though his throat produced the occasional strangled noise as the wail he was only just holding back tried to escape. Why? WHY? Why would they do that? Why?
Because they could. Because they were like nasty little children sitting near an anthill with a magnifying lens and burning the poor ants to a crisp, simply for fun.
Lowering his hands from his tear-stained face, Severus finally walked to the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. He pulled a pillow to his chest, for some semblance of the comfort he sought, and just cried. Tears streaming down his cheeks, mucus dripping from his nose. He didn't bother to wipe any of it away. He didn't care. It wasn't as though he had any more reason to bother looking presentable now, was it?