T Higgs will hit a bitch (rebelhellion) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2010-10-13 19:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | ella svetkova, terrence higgs |
Who: TELLA, brief appearances from random female and T's parents (NPCs)
What: preparing for the full moon... the best laid plans, and all that.
When: Wednesday, late afternoon
Where: Hyde Tavern, Winchester, Hampshire, to start with.
Warnings: VIOLENCE, DEATH. Everything else TBA
Status: Incomplete
Terrence's emotions regarding the full moon were currently out of control. Up until today, he'd been fine. In fact, if it weren't for the incident where he'd barely escaped being blown to smithereens by accident in the Department of Mysteries - saved only by the safety precautions he'd put in place, which he had only bothered with so he could try to get the work done quickly and leave early today - he would have continued to claim that he was doing just fine. Fine the way he was when Ella went away for a long period of time: not particularly happy, but completely functional, certainly not dwelling on negative emotions and weakness.
But he had to admit, at least to himself, that it wasn't true. He was never fine where his parents were concerned. They were the only people who had ever managed to make him feel completely powerless, and even though it had been years since they'd had that much control over him, his hatred for them was always present. No matter how long he went on being happy, all it would take was the anticipation of seeing them to make all of it threaten to rise to the surface.
Today was the end of it. They would have no power over him from beyond the grave, but first he had to ensure that every single bit of life left their bodies.
After the near-disaster at work, he left early, heading for the pub where he had planned to meet Ella. He wasn't expecting her to show up for another half hour at least, but he didn't mind the wait. It would give him time to regain his composure, though he was sure she would see right through him anyway. That was alright; she'd already seen that side of him, and it had resulted in one of their best nights. He was confident that his issues with his parents couldn't ruin what he and Ella had; not wanting to show any weakness was for himself, not for her.
And he'd worn her favorite shirt and jacket ensemble, which would probably provide a distraction, though he hadn't done that on purpose - there just wasn't anything else in his closet at the moment. It was doing a rather good job of distracting him, too: the last time he'd worn this outfit, he'd fucked Ella blindfolded on the Minister's desk. That memory was fresh in his mind, and it was fantastic. Definitely more fun to think about than what he would be facing soon.
Preoccupied, he arrived at the tavern and ordered an ale, remembering the times he'd come here over the summer hols from Hogwarts, just to get away. That had been years ago, and he didn't recognize anyone, though they all looked like the type of crowd he remembered seeing in here. It was a good halfway point, he thought, to collect his thoughts, have a drink, and leave prepared for the worst.
Apparently he wasn't allowed to have his drink completely undisturbed, however. He wasn't paying attention to most of what was going on around him, but after about ten minutes he realized he was being addressed by a woman, probably a Muggle, who had taken a seat just around the corner of the bar from him. He disliked her instantly, probably because the first thing he became aware of was her perfume; it wasn't awful, but he really could have done without a sweet scent in his nose right now.
"Are you from around here?" she asked, too cheerfully. "I haven't seen you in here before."
Technically, the answer was yes. But, distracted by his dislike for the whole area - which was slowly growing to include this tavern, since he couldn't have a proper drink in peace - Terrence shook his head before going back to his ale. With any luck, that would be the end of it.
But it wasn't. When she continued to talk, chirpy words that he didn't even want to spend energy comprehending, he shot her a glare; unfortunately, that seemed to do the opposite of deter her, because she slid closer, into the seat next to him.
Maybe, Terrence reflected, he just didn't have enough energy in reserve for anger when he was spending so much of it on his parents. All he felt was apathy and a little bit of annoyance. Lifting his glass, he finished off the ale he'd been working on and got to his feet, heading outside. He'd intercept Ella before she entered the tavern, he figured - he didn't want to drink too much, anyway.
Outside, he leaned against the wall of the tavern and closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deep. The first breath was good, the second came with another whiff of that damned perfume. He opened his eyes to see that the woman had followed him outside; fucking hell, couldn't anyone take a hint anymore?
"We could go somewhere else," she was saying, leaning on the wall beside him. "I know a better place, if you don't like this one."
Terrence opened his mouth to say something to her at last (something which was definitely not going to be very kind), when he realized that her hand was on the collar of his jacket. That made him angry, possibly irrationally so, but he didn't care. Her hands were on his fucking jacket, where they definitely were not supposed to be. He was intolerant of other people flirting with him on a good day, and today was not a good day.
Everything he was currently dealing with burst to the surface at once, like fire springing to life. Before he knew what he was doing, two of his knives were in his hands rather than at his wrists, and he'd pinned the woman to the wall of the tavern with one knife through the underside of her chin and the other sliding between her ribs. Then he pulled back, knives and hands bloodied. The look of surprised horror on her face disgusted him, and he turned away, back towards the street, as she slid down the wall, dead.
Lovely. Now he had a third body to take care of, and at the rate he was going, it seemed likely that she was going to be consumed by fire.