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August 28th, 2008, 11:35 AM
Agent Haiti's gun gave a muffled *shrrk* noise, and a bolt of electricity blasted out to strike Sylar in the chest. Sylar collapsed and hit the ground, breathing quickly.


Another bolt left the gun and hit Sylar's body.

"Hey, unbalanced-cleric-dude! You ok back there?"

Gotta finish this quickly, thought Haiti, moving in to fire at Sylar again. Got to--

Sylar's eyes popped back open. He reached out and seized Haiti by the neck.


"You shouldn't approach a downed enemy unless you're sure," hissed Sylar. "That was Bennet's problem, too."

(castlemanic, I'll let you choose his death.)

August 28th, 2008, 12:51 PM
(with plesure :devil:)

Sylar kept on holding the hatians neck. he thought he heard someone calling him but he was too caught up inb the battle to hear them. The black man tried to fight back but Sylar kept him in his place. a few seconds later the man was flailing violently, then suddenly stopped, frozen in place as if he was in a painting. Sylar aimed his finger at the mans head, a red mark started appearing, Sylar proceeded from one side of the head to the other, leaving a huge line in his head, he then proceeded to open it. A short while later Sylar got up and turned around and continued towards his friends, with his newly aquired abilities.

August 28th, 2008, 01:13 PM
My head is buzzing with all kind of warning signs. Zombie boy is taking an awfully long time to catch up. Any moment I suspect a sharp, throbbing pain to invite itself into my brain. Any moment now I expect to find out what the deal about religion is all about. The suspense is like large piece of shrapnel on its way to the heart. Not the most pleasant way to go.

I stop. The silence is a gaping whole. The closer you listen the more painful the silence becomes. It drags you down.

I turn around.

It seems I keep getting lucky, if living is worthy reward for that. This bullet was not intended for me, but for Gray. Not a normal pistol, something else. A tazer like gun. Gray fell.

Before I pull the trigger of the glock, Gray is already up and has the tables turned. Another head harvested, I see.


August 28th, 2008, 03:10 PM
(Great to have you back, Vic! Fantastic post, as per usual.)

Agent Goldeye checked his watch.

Five minutes late. Five damned minutes. Five minutes is the difference between life and death in this business.

At long last, she came. Clad in blue and white, with a long samurai sword and wakishazi strapped at either end of her belt, with flowing hair behind her, she was really rather strikingly similar to the woman who had ruined Goldeye's body in his former life.

"They never told me what you're called," Goldeye said, without greeting.

"The Corporation has designated me as 'Agent Azure,'" she replied, tossing her head with a touch of arrogant self-righteousness. "My name is Miko Miyazaki."

"You really are new here, aren't you?" Goldeye retorted, raising an eyebrow. "We don't tell each other our real names. Bad for business."

God. Even their NAMES are practically identical. Miho. Miko. Is the Corporation trying to give me a subliminal message?

"Forget my name, then, if you must," Agent Azure hissed. "But do not think you can give me orders. I accept no authority below the CEO's."

With a snarl, Goldeye struck at Azure and sent her flying into the opposite wall. There was a dull thud and a loud series of snaps.

"People from your world can heal by drinking these 'potions', or so I'm told," said Goldeye, approaching Azure's broken form and taking a red vial from the bag of supplies he'd brought. "So I have no qualms about breaking every bone in your body, slowly, knowing I can fix you up as soon as I need you again. You're here for one reason, and that's to fight the Halfling--talking smart to me is not part of your job description."

Goldeye dropped the red vial in Agent Azure's open hand and watched her drink it, watched her bones snap back into place and her cuts and bruises vanish. Some of these worlds are just TOO crazy,, Goldeye thought with mild disgust.

"Well at least you've established how our relationship as partners will continue," Azure spat, straightening herself.

"The CEO always says that a little competition is healthy," sneered Goldeye. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to see what you can do. My last partner ran off and committed suicide in a flashy show of nobility, so we're one man short--and I'd like to be confident that we can take all three of the escapees by ourselves."


The Enforcer continued hovering its way down the halls, headed for its next target.

A guard stood in its way. "Hey, buddy, there's nobody allowed down here right--"

The guard then noticed that the Enforcer was floating. And silver.

"Holy sh*t--what the hell are y--"

There was a muffled flash, and then the guard's head melted and ran down his chest and back in a red fountain. The Enforcer moved through the doorway and into the Level 5 Outer Complex.

The Programmer must be restored...

August 28th, 2008, 03:53 PM
Sylar caught up with the other two ahead of him, he noticed a strange stare coming from both faces. "you saw me then, it doesnt matter now anyway." Sylar grabbed both their heads before either of them could react, he slowly tapped into his new powers.good thing it doesnt take that much energy to use. Sylar slowly pulled out the memories of the previous conversations, 'McCarthy' and 'Belkar' both screamed in pain as Sylar took out their memories of the harvest and the conversation before where the tall one had asked too many questions. It only took a couple of seconds for Sylar to finish but then he let go of both their heads, the both of them falling to the floor. Sylar quickly sat down, holding his head as if in agony, waiting for the other two to see what happens.

August 29th, 2008, 02:54 AM
A series of flash backs haunt me. I'm outside Lord manor when Manute suddenly breaks my skull with the hardest punch ever thrown in history. I'm lying outside my apartment, watching Ava get pulled away. The glass in my back is all that keeps me alive. The pain is all one has. The only thing that can never be taken from you.

I'm in Marv's car. He's driving like a maniac. My eye is close from falling out of its socket from Ava's gift and still all I think about is Gail. He says it's impossible. Get me to Old Town, I spat.

I remember.

My head is killing me. The setting I discover when I open my eyes only add to my headache. A filthy, unpolished nightmare.

(So, tell me, how much am I allowed to remember?)

August 29th, 2008, 03:21 AM
(nothing of the interrogation except for you knowing the name Sylar and nothing after Sylar started choking the guy that attacked me)

August 29th, 2008, 07:31 AM
(If I were Sylar, castlemanic, I would treat 'Sylar' as my last name rather than my only name. It's not as suspicious. Like when he lured in Brian Davis.)

("What's your name?" "Sylar. Gabriel Sylar.")

(Also, keep in mind that you can blame the resulting confusion and memory loss on the Haitian's attack, since they still remember the beginning of that. You can paint yourself as the selfless hero here, which is pretty much Sylar's MO.)

August 30th, 2008, 07:57 AM
(i was planning the second bit anyway xD, i forgot about the Sylar being used as a last name tho, so i will use it)

August 30th, 2008, 08:13 AM

(I shall announce it here for reasons i shall not disclose. Anyways i can't wait for the next plot development)

August 30th, 2008, 10:04 AM
(Hooray! Let me see where we left off with our side of the story then...)

(Glad to have you back, Wad. You fully caught up on the story yet?)

August 30th, 2008, 10:13 AM
(Yes, and to prove it, i am angry at you for killing Haiti without some class CM, he was too cool for such a quick death)

August 30th, 2008, 12:02 PM
(Hold that thought, Wadling.)

Azure walked down the hallway, her samurai sword clinking gently at her side. Then she stopped suddenly, her eyes widening in shock.

"By the Twelve Gods, what inhuman villainy is this?!"

Goldeye came up behind her. "Ah," he said. "Looks like Haiti ran into Sylar. That could be a problem."

"We have no one to protect us from Sylar's power, then," Azure realized. "Perhaps we will need to change strategies."

"No, that's not the problem," answered Goldeye. "The problem is that now Sylar's taken Haiti's ability. Haiti's ability was to erase memories and to cancel out the powers of others--but now we're going to be dealing with two people who cancel each other out, and I don't know exactly how that's going to work. It depends on how well Sylar learns to control his power."

"What? No, it's only one person, Sylar killed--"

"Be quiet," Goldeye barked, tapping his comlink and looking away from Azure. "Hey, Herald. Yes, Haiti's dead, and Sylar took his brain... I'm going to need a replacement system and an infusion, stat."

"On it, Goldeye."

"Good man."

Goldeye headed over to his supply bag and opened it, reaching in and taking out a syringe. The syringe was full of red fluid.

"Thanks for the quick work, Herald," said Goldeye, clicking off the comlink again. The enormous half-metal man reached into the bag again and pulled out what appeared to be a human brain, shrinkwrapped in plastic.

"Is that--" began Azure.

"I said QUIET," hissed Goldeye, moving to Haiti's body and popping the shrinkwrapped flesh into the thin man's broken skull. Then Goldeye took the red syringe and injected its contents into the corpse's right arm.

The brain throbbed once.

The shrinkwrap split open at the base and Goldeye quickly pulled it off. A moment later the brain became covered in regrown skull, then in dark skin.

Haiti's eyes popped back open.

"Wot's happened?" Haiti asked, standing up quickly. "Wot's goin' on here?"

Azure was shocked. Goldeye held out a hand.

"I'm Agent Goldeye, and this is Agent Azure," said Goldeye. "You are Agent Haiti. You've been rescued from beyond the grave to help defeat Sylar."

"The last t'ing I remember was Suresh visitin' me inna village," Haiti reminisced. "Now I'm..."

"This is the second time we've revived you," Goldeye continued. "Your brain was salvaged from your body, on your homeworld. Your body was healed with the blood of a rapid cell regenerator."

"Claire?" gasped Haiti. "She's 'ere?"

"No," answered Goldeye. "In this case, the blood was from one Adam Monroe. And he's not here either. But details aside, we need your help recapturing Sylar and we don't have much time to go over everything. Can you trust us, Haiti?"


"Noted" The Fear replied, putting his camouflaged top back on "thanks for that"

He sat against a wall on his right and looked at Hector

"So how long until we make our move against the corporation?" He asked "I don't want to stay put for very long"

"How long?" Hector smiled. "How about in twenty minutes?"

August 30th, 2008, 12:19 PM
(I had a feeling that he was too easily killed for an elite, creepy though.)

The Fear was surprised to get such an precise answer.

"Twenty minutes is fine for me" The Fear smiled, he liked having someone who knew what they were doing, knew what was going on in the group "I assume you have a plan though?"

August 30th, 2008, 06:42 PM
"Hold on," said the Corinthian. "We barely just got here."

"In answer to the Fear's question, I ALWAYS have a plan," said Jason. "In this case, I have several plans. Four different plans, to be specific... each one involving one of you."

"You haven't fulfilled your end of my bargain," said the Corinthian, dangerously. "You told me you would help me to contact the Lord Shaper."

Jason turned one hundred and eighty degrees and glared at the Corinthian. "I said that I would, and I shall," hissed Jason. "But I will choose when and where to do so. This is neither the time nor the place."

"Then I will take no part in your plan."

"And in doing so you will get no further aid from me," retorted Jason. "Leave, if you wish. I have fallback plans too."

The Corinthian looked up, then to the side, then reluctantly nodded. Jason continued.

"Our first problem is in keeping the CEO's troops off our backs," Jason said. "Johnny is our wild card there."

"Me?" asked Nny, confused.

"The CEO keeps sending spies to check on us. Ms. Barrison's been taking care of them for us, but frankly, it's a waste of her talents. There are three corridors from which troops can arrive--we'll block off one of them with the Wall and Johnny can guard the other two. You've always been more of a passive-aggressive fighter, haven't you, Nny? Kill anything that comes through. Except for the things I tell you not to kill."

Nny pointed a bony finger accusingly at Jason. "You can't tell me what I can and cannot kill, buddy!"

"Why not? You've been taking orders from a talking wall for years. What's wrong with taking them from me?"

"You're a person," Johnny said. "I don't like people much."

In response, Jason removed his mask.

No one could see but Nny. Shriek and the Fear moved closer to catch a glimpse--but by the time they could see, Jason had replaced his mask. A few shocked seconds passed.

Then Nny looked satisfied, and whistled in approval. "Ok! You got it, Chief."

Jason's mouth curled into a smile beneath the cold metallic surface of his mask.

"Very well. Mr. 'Fear', the next job interview is yours. Please come closer."

August 31st, 2008, 09:04 AM
(ok yeah so im gonna wait for KV and Vic)

(now my enemy is back huh? :think: this will be an interesting event)

(i know it wasnt Sylars usual classiness but he couldnt really use his powers until the hatian died, but dont worry, things wont be as quick next time wadling xD)

August 31st, 2008, 01:03 PM
There was something about the way Hector had spoke that sent a shiver down The Fears spine, none the less he moved from the wall over to Hector.

"All right" He said, anticipation growing in him "What do i do?"

August 31st, 2008, 01:40 PM
"Level 5 is a near-impenetrable one-way fortress," Jason said. "It's easy to get in. Getting out is another matter entirely. Even the Outer Complex of Level 5 is separated from the rest of the Outer Complex."

"How?" asked Shriek. "What kind of barrier could be that strong?"

"Teleportation field," answered Jason. "Try to pass through it, you'll come out at the top floor of Level 5 again. There are only two ways to escape."

"And they are?" asked the Corinthian.

"The first way is only available to one person. Gabriel Gray, a.k.a. Sylar. He's more of a threat when he's around powerful people, so he's been implanted with a teleportation device that moves him to Level 2 whenever it's activated."

"And? What's the other one?" asked Nny.

"The other one is--and I say this with absolute sincerity, so don't laugh--a small thermal exhaust port."

Nny suppressed a chuckle. He was the only one who seemed to get the joke.

"There's a vent that provides Level 5 with oxygen and other necessities. It's much too small for anyone to get through naturally--even the employees are trapped on Level 5 until the CEO deactivates the teleportation field. I was planning to wait until I'd found a shapeshifter or other sort to do the job, but... well, I think that a contortionist will work just as well. So I am telling the truth when I say that I am grateful you came, Mr. 'Fear'."

The Fear looked a little perplexed.

"Come now. In... let me see... perhaps 35 minutes now, your body should be reasonably clean of the nanite problem. With dislocated limbs you could squeeze through just about anything. I'll give you a comlink and a map hologram and you'll start the search outside of Level 5. There are a few different tasks to go through... the first of which is to meet up with Sylar. Apparently he's been rounding up his own group of followers, and I think it's time that he and I merged our forces. Once that's done you'll sabotage the teleportation field and we'll be able to cross into the rest of the building and move on to the next phase of the plan. Can I count on you to do that?"

August 31st, 2008, 01:52 PM
"Of course" The Fear nodded "Shall i get going now or wait a bit, i don't want to have to wait out in the open while i wait for these things to wear off."

His thoughts strayed to this "Sylar" He had to meet up with, he wanted to get a good idea of who he was going to be contacting.

"Also, is this Sylar person going to be very hostile to strangers?"

August 31st, 2008, 04:12 PM
"That depends on a lot of things," answered Jason. "But I'll stay in touch with you via the comlink and I know Sylar a bit better than you. So I'll do my professional best to keep you safe; you have my word. And yes, wait for a bit--I'll need to give you your equipment."

The Fear nodded and stepped back. Jason turned next to Shriek.

"Shriek... the next task is yours. The rogue SylarGuard AI is still a problem, but it's been delayed. You see, the Corporation has been developing an experimental android unit to use as a replacement for standard troops. It's very powerful and easy to mass-produce."

"How to you know that?" asked the Corinthian.

"Because I helped design it," answered Jason, solemnly. "But I also installed a tracer into the original prototype. And I have the only receiver."

Jason plugged a small metal object into the Terminal and loaded it on the screen. A visual interface appeared, an image of a HovAssault tank battling a deformed monstrosity.

"That's the machine that attacked us earlier!" shouted the Corinthian.

"Yes, it is. The AI uploaded itself into one of the Corporation's HovAssault vehicles and used it to break into the Engineering Department--apparently it's overridden the programming of the prototype Enforcer android with its own code. But it ran into something it wasn't expecting--the Creeper, a Level 5 prisoner, had recently escaped. And the Creeper destroyed the HovAssault."

"So, what's the problem?" asked Nny.

"The problem is that the Creeper was destroyed, in turn, by the Enforcer prototype. And the Enforcer prototype still has a copy of the virus inside of it, and the code of the rogue AI. It's going to try to recreate the AI and the nearest place to do that is here, in the Core Terminal."

There was silence.

"I'm sure I can keep it at bay, since I have my own defense system here, as well as Nny. But the more time we have, the better."

Jason turned to Shriek again. "You have the best chance of surviving an encounter with the Enforcer, Shriek. But I can understand if this is too uncertain an outcome. Will you accept this?"

August 31st, 2008, 05:23 PM
Shriek thought a bit about Jason's usage of the word "destroyed" in terms of the Creeper's death. After that, she considered keeping the Enforcer entertained for a while would be a nice challenge. She felt she hadn't had the opportunity to use her powers properly ever since the day she was... -- That was another story in another life. A brief thought.he snapped out of it, although her thoughts hadn't worked over less than a few seconds.
"Do you wish for me to seek up the Enforcer prototype?"
A brief smile played over Shriek's lips. Plenty of opportunity to get some challenging exercise.

August 31st, 2008, 05:59 PM
"No, I honestly don't think there will be any 'seeking' involved," Jason answered, taking a small metal disk from his desk. He pushed a button on it, and a green hologram with a highlighted path appeared.

"This is your route," Jason said. "The Enforcer is represented by the red dot--and he's moving closer. If you put up enough of a fight he might even decide to try a different location for the upload... but all we really need is for you to slow him down, and stay alive. Can you do that?"

(FYI, everyone--gonnawinsomeday has abandoned her post as Bellatrix Lestrange and the role will be reprised by my good IRL friend, sgt_Angua. Three cheers.)

August 31st, 2008, 06:28 PM
( OKay, I'm back now, where were we?)

August 31st, 2008, 06:49 PM
(Just read all that has happened up to this point, and that will give you the general idea)

(P.S Hip Hip Hooray)

August 31st, 2008, 06:51 PM
(Ay Wad, I have been gone too long from this game. That would be too much reading. You know that I'm dumb)

August 31st, 2008, 07:05 PM
(I'll try to give you a summary of what's going on with each group then)

(Group 1 [Fear, Corinthian, Nny, Shriek, Hector, Joker]: all met up in a control room, major plot points were revealed, i suggest you look for that a couple of pages back. Hector announced he had a plan and the Joker left the group. Fear had his nanites removed. The Corinthian is acting slightly mutinous. Nny is happy and will be guarding Hector while he works. Shriek is going to destroy the rampaging AI system. The Fear is going to set off to find group 2 soon.)

(Group 2 [Belkar, McCarthey, Sylar]: Are all moving to a weapons lab or something marked on their map. Three elites have been dispatched to kill them, each a character from one of the group members universes. Sylar has erased Belkar and McCartheys memories i think)

(Group 3 [You, all other characters] You're still in dream world i think, and everyone else is not doing anything)

(I think that covers most things...)

August 31st, 2008, 07:05 PM
(Hey, Wad and DataaX, take it over to PM. This RP is already clogged up with convo posts as it is.)

August 31st, 2008, 07:57 PM
(With Varthonai's permission I have taken over Bellatrix)

CHARICTER: Bellatrix Lestrange

CONTINUITY: Harry Potter books

CATIGORY: I think she’s a little bit of all categories, but less 3, 4, and 5.

WEAPONS: Wand, occasionally a dagger.


PERFERED M.O.: Usually curses, but she will stab when she feels like it.

FIGHTING STYLE: Wand dueling.


APPEARANCE: Pale skin and dark hair. She was attractive before Azkaban.

BIO: Was a Death Eater before Voldemort’s first fall from power. She was in Azkaban for about 14 years for torturing the Longbottom’s before Voldemort broke her and a bunch of Death Eaters out. I’m almost sure that her husband died in Azkaban. My personal theory is that Bellatrix is secretly in love with Voldemort, but I won’t overemphasize that. Note: Bellatrix does not know that Voldemort is dead yet, so if anyone is going to break the news to her, pick your timing well. She will freak out for a long time.


Bellatrix Lestrange slowly regained conciseness. She put a hand to her aching chest and tried to remember why it hurt so much.

Her eyes snapped open in anger.

“The blood traitor!” Bellatrix hissed. The wretched Weasley woman had caught her a lucky shot back at Hogwarts. But…

This wasn’t Hogwarts. Bellatrix sat up carefully to avoid any more pain in her chest. She was lying in a completely white, and completely empty room with two doors.

There aren’t any candles or torches, so where is the light coming from? Bellatrix wondered. The room was almost certainly a cell, but it wasn’t Azkaban for two reasons: one, it didn’t look like an Azkaban cell, and two, there were no dementors.

But I wouldn’t be in Azkaban anyway, Bellatrix thought. The Dark Lord rules the wizarding world. Unless… Icy fear gripped her. Had she displeased the Dark Lord? He was furious over the cup, but why has he imprisoned me now? He killed Potter, so why is he so upset now? Is it because I allowed that pathetic excuse for a witch best me?

“Ms. Lestrange,” said a strange voice. Bellatrix stared around the room, searching for the owner of the voice. No, this is not the Dark Lord’s doing, she decided.

“Who are you?” Bellatrix asked haughtily. “And where have you taken me?” A horrible thought suddenly occurred to her.

“Simply think of us as the people who control you. You are here because we wish you to be here. If we so decide you will be moved elsewhere. If you try to escape, or disobey orders, we shall decide that you will die,” the voice said as Bellatrix searched her pockets.

“Fool!” Bellatrix shouted as she hopelessly searched her pockets for the third time. “I take orders from none but the Dark Lord himself.” Bellatrix finally gave up her search. “And what have you done with my wand?” She screeched.

“That is immaterial,” said the voice.

“Filth!” Bellatrix shouted, wincing slightly at the pain in her chest. “When the Dark Lord comes I only hope he will allow me the pleasure of killing you.” She pulled back her left sleeve, revealing her forearm and stared in horror at the black material wrapped around her arm, covering the dark mark. She tried to find a loose edge of the black bandage, which seemed to be both metal and cloth, but could find none. Bellatrix winced as she dug her fingernails into the edge of the bandage.

“It has been grafted into your skin,” the bodiless voice said. “You will only damage yourself.”

Bellatrix laughed coldly. “You think that the Dark Lord will not come, simply because I cannot call him? I am his most devoted, his most faithful servant, he will not abandon me.”

“Lord Voldemort will not come,” the voice stated.

“You worthless piece of filth!” Bellatrix shouted through clenched teeth. “You dare to speak the Dark Lord’s name? Ha! Idiot! In your blasphemy you have called him yourself!”

“Everyone thinks you are dead,” the voice said.

“Do you mean,” Bellatrix said, her voice shaking with rage, “that because of you, everyone thinks that the blood traitor was able to kill me?”


“I shall take great pleasure in killing you slowly, swine!” Bellatrix shouted. There was no answer but the echoes of her own voice.

Bellatrix sat with her back against the wall. The Dark Lord will come, Bellatrix thought, trying to ignore the pain in her chest. He came last time and he will come again. I can be patent, but I won’t have long to wait…

* * *

Why has no one come? Bellatrix wondered. Saying the Dark Lord’s name summoned the Death Eaters. Bellatrix doubted that anyone would be so stupid as to remove the charms, even with Potter dead.

“Ms. Lestrange,” the voice said as one of the doors slid open. “You will go through the door.”

“No,” Bellitrix said.

“You forget Ms. Lestrange,” the voice said, as Bellatrix’s left arm began to hurt. “That we control you.” Her arm tingled, but it was incredibly painful. Bellatrix stood up, wincing at the pain in her arm and chest.

“And what is on the other side of the doorway?” Bellatrix asked as the pain in her arm receded.

“Go and find out Ms. Lestrange,” the voice said.

“I think I shall,” she said striding toward the doorway. She hated the voice, and that it had the audacity to order her! And it had taken her wand. On the other side of the door was an almost endless garden. Bellatrix continued to walk, despite the ache in her chest and arm. Although, it wasn’t really my wand, just some inferior borrowed wand. I could have killed the blood traitor if I had MY wand. But it was stolen months ago by Potter, the blood traitor Weasley boy, and that Mudblood G—

Bellatrix stopped. There was someone else in the garden. A woman. She had her back to Bellatrix, but she could still tell that the girl had her arms crossed. Ah, wondrous fate, perfect luck, delicious revenge. The woman, she was really more of a girl, was wearing a long coat, and her bushy brown hair was being pushed gently by the occasional gust of wind.

YES! It was her!

Bellatrix hadn’t fought unarmed before, but, she decided as she crept toward the unsuspecting girl, she was looking forward to the opportunity. Fueled by adrenaline and hatred, Bellatrix leapt.

It wasn’t a very good tackle, but it brought the girl down, surprising her and hurting her enough to give Bellatrix time to find the girl’s neck in the mass of hair.

“Give me my wand, b*tch!” Bellatrix screamed as she strangled the girl, kneeling on her back. I wouldn’t have been able to do this if her arms hadn’t been crossed, Bellatrix realized. The girl struggled to free her arms and Bellatrix tightened her grip, while the pain in her chest increased.

“Where is my wand, mudblood?” Bellatrix hissed, her left hand searching the coat pocket, and Granger’s windpipe nestled in her right elbow. The girl didn’t answer, even though Bellatrix wasn’t able to put enough pressure on her windpipe to stop her breathing. She began to struggle again as Bellatrix changed her grip to search the other pocket.

Bellatrix wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to hold the girl, her chest was on fire and the girl almost had her arms free.

Yes! Bellatrix had found her wand. She had barely taken hold of it, and the welcoming warmth in her hand when Granger threw her off, and ran.

“Crucio!” Bellatrix shouted, pointing her wand at the fleeing girl’s back. The mudblood collapsed screaming. Bellatrix stood and walked to the writhing figure and watched for a minute before lifting the curse.

“You have defied the Dark Lord many times, made me look like a fool in front of him, you stole my wand, and you are a mudblood,” Bellatrix hissed. “This is your punishment: crucio!” The girl screamed and writhed in agony. It was a few minutes before Bellatrix realized that the girl was trying to speak, but was being drowned out by her own screams.

“You have something to say?” Bellatrix asked. She was curious whether the mudblood would swear or beg.

“P-please,” Hermione said, her voice shaking. “Please stop, I’ll do anything.”

“Well…” Bellatrix said slowly. “There is one thing.”

“Anything,” Hermione said, relieved. “Anything if you just let me go.”

“No, I won’t let you go. But you will live longer.” Bellatrix stared into the girl’s brown hope-filled eyes. “Die slowly.” She enjoyed the mudblood’s horrified expression for a moment before saying “Crucio!”

In less than an hour, Hermione Granger lay dead on the grass, a trail of blood and spit at the corner of her mouth drying slowly. Bellatrix was a little disappointed, she had hoped the girl would last longer, but she was a Mudblood, and weak.

Bellatix spat on her body before turning away. She had her wand again, and she could escape. A doorway suddenly appeared out of thin air.

“Ms. Lestrange, you will put your wand down and walk through the doorway,” said the hated voice.

“I will not,” Bellatrix said. The owner of the voice was here, somewhere. “Homenum revelio.” There was no one alive in the garden but her.

“Ms. Lestrange, you will do as you are told,” the voice said as Bellatrix’s bandage began to hurt again.

“Never!” Bellatrix shouted. “I will never take orders from you.” The bandage gave a great burst of pain, and Bellatrix fell to the ground, unconscious.