Post by Mariella 'Eris' Ebony on Aug 31, 2007 13:24:50 GMT -5
The only movement in the small, dark alleyway were a few rats and a small cat. Hissing slightly, the cat stalked carefully across the litterstrewn floor, tail high, heckles raised, it was hunting, and dinner had no idea it's life was in danger. Yellow eyes pierced the darkness, ready to pounce, but a large crack startled it out of it's pose and the rat darted off across the street. With the crack had appeared a small emaciated woman, though she was hardly older than 23, she held the unmistakeable air of danger. It was this that made the cat hiss angrily and back away from the newly appeared witch.
"Little kitty, don't be afraid, I'll string you up by your tail and scratch out your eyes," the twisted song burst from her lips followed by a high pitched shriek that morphed into an unnerving giggle. As the girl moved closer the cat darted off in the direction the rat had taken, but it was in vain. A long piece of wood was whipped from the girls makeshift dress and pointed immediately at the fleeing feline. A wild smile spreading her lips as she screamed the spell at the cat, watching with glee as invisible knives slashed across the ginger tom's body. Blood splattered everywhere, it marked the woman's face and her few articles of clothing though she merely giggled in positive joy as the cat uttered it's last dying screams.
Light flared suddenly in the alley, no doubt as a result of the cat and the girls shrieks. Her face darted towards the lit window with unnatural speed. With one final longing look at the cat, Eris stepped back into the shadows, the darkness swallowing the blood stained face. In an instant, to the naked eye she was gone, but just beyond sight she lurked, her hand gripping the ebony wand tightly in anticipation. Madness evident in her eyes.
To the left of the alley a door floor open and an unwitting man stepped out, in his left hand he held a similar piece of wood to the woman who had been there a moment before, but his was shorter and somewhat crude compared to the elegant ebony wand. Little black eyes surveyed the alley in a gruff manner, stepping out of his door, the short pudgy man looked down, noticing the broken body of the cat he started slightly. "My God.." the words were a mere whisper as they slipped from his mouth. Ezekiel Crane was an ex Auror, and had seen many horrors, but nothing seemed more real at that moment than the body of his mutilated cat. With great effort the small man bent low, and stroked the ginger head slightly, his brustling moustache twitching in sadness. "What happened to you Zakkary?" the question hung in the air as if he expected the poor little animal to answer.
"Bye, Baby Bunting,
Eris's gone a'hunting,
To get a little kitty skin
To wrap her Baby Bunting in," though it was sung in a high, girly voice, the unnerving undertones of the voice were hard to miss. The blatant glee in which it was spoken, the warped changing of the words for it's own pleasure. Whoever it was, was the murderer who had totured the poor cat. It caused him to whip around and sent a rare feeling of fear, slipping down his spine. Straightening up he stood before the cat, as if he could protect it from further harm, his wand pointed firmly towards the shadows at the side of the alley. "W-Who's there?" No matter how hard he tried, his voice shook, he was getting old, no longer a match for every witch or wizard he met, though he had never lost a duel. Clearing his thought he tried in a more commanding voice, so as not to lose face "Show yourself girl" the voice had been unmistakeably feminine, and something about it had struck a familiar chord inside him, but he knew no 'Eris.'
"Diddlety, diddlety, dumpty,
The cat ran up the plum tree;
Half a crown
To fetch her down,
Diddlety, diddlety, dumpty." More nursery rhymes, though the words themselves were meaningless, they were obvious meant to taunt him and they worked, inside he swelled with anger. "How dare you, show yourself" this time his voice held much more assurance and feeling, whoever it was had to pay, and as soon as they had he would call the Ministry, have them locked away in that dratted prison.
A high pitched giggle escaped the woman's mouth again, as she stepping closer to the man "Incy wincy spider..." she began again, but cut it short with another laugh. Everything about these expressions of amusement was wrong, she sounded like a 14 year old girl giggling wildly, but there was an unmistakeable tinge of insanity that chilled all that heard.
Finally stepping out of the shadows her wild blue eyes met with the man's. Years of Azkaban had taken it's toll on her, her hair had been cut short, her eyes had become wilder and dark with the charcoal from her cell. The once healthy but slender frame had turned emaciated and she walked like something from a muggle horror film*. When the shadows had been chased from her boney face, she locked her wild eyes with his. Inside she was giddy with excitement, the cats death had brought back feeling she hadn't felt in years, and she wanted more. The blood splattered across her face had not been enough.
The shock of seeing the girl hit him like a punch in the stomach as realisation filled his eyes. "Mariella..." his blank eyes watched as she slowly raised her wand, a look of wild lust in her eyes. "Hello Uncle" she crooned softly before a flash emitted from her black wand. Engulfing him for a moment, before he was dropped to the floor, gasping for air in a high pitched but gutteral manner and twitching in pain. The Killing Curse was of course too clinical for her, but family deserved better than a simple cat. Taking a few steps forward, Eris looked down on him from her slight height. "My name is Eris" she whispered slightly as she bent towards him, her unnerving eyes boring into his, like a window to her insanity. "I am the bringer of bloodshed" she began again, her memorised speech slipping from her lips easily. "I am the bringer of death" the words came as nothing but a whisper as she pointed her wand at him again and flames shot from the end. In seconds he became a raging inferno and she danced away from him, glee in her eyes and the wild giggle back ringing from her lips. Throwing her head back she screamed in happiness, as the Auror, her Uncle who had sent her to her prison, burnt before her.
A scream echoed in the night, this one without any tinge of Eris's insanity, but with blood curdling fear. Turning her black eyes Eris saw a woman looking upon the scene from her window,and a man run up behind her. "Time to go Uncle," she crooned again as she stepped back into the shadows, the darkness eating her again as she kept her eyes on the blackened figure that had once been her flesh and blood. A few seconds later a crack sounded in the darkness and any traces of the girl was gone.
No doubt by morning the news would have gotten out about the mass breakout at Azkaban and how one of the prisoners had already taken their first victim. 50 year old Ex-Auror Ezekiel Crane.
*(think grudge girl, but upright haha)
"Little kitty, don't be afraid, I'll string you up by your tail and scratch out your eyes," the twisted song burst from her lips followed by a high pitched shriek that morphed into an unnerving giggle. As the girl moved closer the cat darted off in the direction the rat had taken, but it was in vain. A long piece of wood was whipped from the girls makeshift dress and pointed immediately at the fleeing feline. A wild smile spreading her lips as she screamed the spell at the cat, watching with glee as invisible knives slashed across the ginger tom's body. Blood splattered everywhere, it marked the woman's face and her few articles of clothing though she merely giggled in positive joy as the cat uttered it's last dying screams.
Light flared suddenly in the alley, no doubt as a result of the cat and the girls shrieks. Her face darted towards the lit window with unnatural speed. With one final longing look at the cat, Eris stepped back into the shadows, the darkness swallowing the blood stained face. In an instant, to the naked eye she was gone, but just beyond sight she lurked, her hand gripping the ebony wand tightly in anticipation. Madness evident in her eyes.
To the left of the alley a door floor open and an unwitting man stepped out, in his left hand he held a similar piece of wood to the woman who had been there a moment before, but his was shorter and somewhat crude compared to the elegant ebony wand. Little black eyes surveyed the alley in a gruff manner, stepping out of his door, the short pudgy man looked down, noticing the broken body of the cat he started slightly. "My God.." the words were a mere whisper as they slipped from his mouth. Ezekiel Crane was an ex Auror, and had seen many horrors, but nothing seemed more real at that moment than the body of his mutilated cat. With great effort the small man bent low, and stroked the ginger head slightly, his brustling moustache twitching in sadness. "What happened to you Zakkary?" the question hung in the air as if he expected the poor little animal to answer.
"Bye, Baby Bunting,
Eris's gone a'hunting,
To get a little kitty skin
To wrap her Baby Bunting in," though it was sung in a high, girly voice, the unnerving undertones of the voice were hard to miss. The blatant glee in which it was spoken, the warped changing of the words for it's own pleasure. Whoever it was, was the murderer who had totured the poor cat. It caused him to whip around and sent a rare feeling of fear, slipping down his spine. Straightening up he stood before the cat, as if he could protect it from further harm, his wand pointed firmly towards the shadows at the side of the alley. "W-Who's there?" No matter how hard he tried, his voice shook, he was getting old, no longer a match for every witch or wizard he met, though he had never lost a duel. Clearing his thought he tried in a more commanding voice, so as not to lose face "Show yourself girl" the voice had been unmistakeably feminine, and something about it had struck a familiar chord inside him, but he knew no 'Eris.'
"Diddlety, diddlety, dumpty,
The cat ran up the plum tree;
Half a crown
To fetch her down,
Diddlety, diddlety, dumpty." More nursery rhymes, though the words themselves were meaningless, they were obvious meant to taunt him and they worked, inside he swelled with anger. "How dare you, show yourself" this time his voice held much more assurance and feeling, whoever it was had to pay, and as soon as they had he would call the Ministry, have them locked away in that dratted prison.
A high pitched giggle escaped the woman's mouth again, as she stepping closer to the man "Incy wincy spider..." she began again, but cut it short with another laugh. Everything about these expressions of amusement was wrong, she sounded like a 14 year old girl giggling wildly, but there was an unmistakeable tinge of insanity that chilled all that heard.
Finally stepping out of the shadows her wild blue eyes met with the man's. Years of Azkaban had taken it's toll on her, her hair had been cut short, her eyes had become wilder and dark with the charcoal from her cell. The once healthy but slender frame had turned emaciated and she walked like something from a muggle horror film*. When the shadows had been chased from her boney face, she locked her wild eyes with his. Inside she was giddy with excitement, the cats death had brought back feeling she hadn't felt in years, and she wanted more. The blood splattered across her face had not been enough.
The shock of seeing the girl hit him like a punch in the stomach as realisation filled his eyes. "Mariella..." his blank eyes watched as she slowly raised her wand, a look of wild lust in her eyes. "Hello Uncle" she crooned softly before a flash emitted from her black wand. Engulfing him for a moment, before he was dropped to the floor, gasping for air in a high pitched but gutteral manner and twitching in pain. The Killing Curse was of course too clinical for her, but family deserved better than a simple cat. Taking a few steps forward, Eris looked down on him from her slight height. "My name is Eris" she whispered slightly as she bent towards him, her unnerving eyes boring into his, like a window to her insanity. "I am the bringer of bloodshed" she began again, her memorised speech slipping from her lips easily. "I am the bringer of death" the words came as nothing but a whisper as she pointed her wand at him again and flames shot from the end. In seconds he became a raging inferno and she danced away from him, glee in her eyes and the wild giggle back ringing from her lips. Throwing her head back she screamed in happiness, as the Auror, her Uncle who had sent her to her prison, burnt before her.
A scream echoed in the night, this one without any tinge of Eris's insanity, but with blood curdling fear. Turning her black eyes Eris saw a woman looking upon the scene from her window,and a man run up behind her. "Time to go Uncle," she crooned again as she stepped back into the shadows, the darkness eating her again as she kept her eyes on the blackened figure that had once been her flesh and blood. A few seconds later a crack sounded in the darkness and any traces of the girl was gone.
No doubt by morning the news would have gotten out about the mass breakout at Azkaban and how one of the prisoners had already taken their first victim. 50 year old Ex-Auror Ezekiel Crane.
*(think grudge girl, but upright haha)
