Post by Cassandra Salvatore on Sept 2, 2007 2:59:24 GMT -5
Massive storm clouds blanketed the sky, rumbles of thunder and flashes of lightning promising rainfall sooner or later, and by the looks of things, it would be one of the harshest storms in months to plague the country. No one was venturing outside their homes, and even the animals were fleeing for cover. Mothers and fathers hurried to get their children inside their warm and safe houses. It was almost as if people everywhere were expecting something horrible to happen, and no one wanted to be around when it did.
Not everyone was heading for home, though. Tonight a woman cloaked in shadow and darkness had crept up to a small house, long forgotten by time. So long had she been locked away that there was no way that she could of known any different. The rotting hands of the inferi by her side ripped into the wood of the door, splintering it as the two of them forced their way into the quaint domicile.
The last image the woman who lived there now was able to discern was Enyo leering down at her, the witch surrounded by a trio of Dementors and her family ripped to shreds by the inferi, blood splattered across the walls, before the blackness took her.
“Where is Bellatrix Thorne?”
I don't know
Pain ignited all over the woman's body, her vision blurring with the salty tears that ran from her eyes. She could feel the blood flowing down her skin from her many lacerations and cuts, but still, she couldn't give the monster before her an answer.
"Tell me!”
Please...don't do this, I don't know who your talking about....
Heavy pressure crushed her ankle this time, joining the numerous other broken bones she had accumulated. She screamed as the agony engulfed her, her mind desperately seeking the realm of welcome unconsciousness and relief. But the relief never came soon enough.
“Give it up, you must know this is her house!!” The voice belonged to Cassandra, it always belonged to Cassandra. Her order was met with silence . . . silence that was soon followed by more screams. “Crucio!”
She screamed, but she never gave in. She was never tempted to, that is, not until Enyo started playing on a whole other level
Not everyone was heading for home, though. Tonight a woman cloaked in shadow and darkness had crept up to a small house, long forgotten by time. So long had she been locked away that there was no way that she could of known any different. The rotting hands of the inferi by her side ripped into the wood of the door, splintering it as the two of them forced their way into the quaint domicile.
The last image the woman who lived there now was able to discern was Enyo leering down at her, the witch surrounded by a trio of Dementors and her family ripped to shreds by the inferi, blood splattered across the walls, before the blackness took her.
“Where is Bellatrix Thorne?”
I don't know
Pain ignited all over the woman's body, her vision blurring with the salty tears that ran from her eyes. She could feel the blood flowing down her skin from her many lacerations and cuts, but still, she couldn't give the monster before her an answer.
"Tell me!”
Please...don't do this, I don't know who your talking about....
Heavy pressure crushed her ankle this time, joining the numerous other broken bones she had accumulated. She screamed as the agony engulfed her, her mind desperately seeking the realm of welcome unconsciousness and relief. But the relief never came soon enough.
“Give it up, you must know this is her house!!” The voice belonged to Cassandra, it always belonged to Cassandra. Her order was met with silence . . . silence that was soon followed by more screams. “Crucio!”
She screamed, but she never gave in. She was never tempted to, that is, not until Enyo started playing on a whole other level