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Post by Murtagh Farrell Connolly on Jul 9, 2012 3:06:49 GMT
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It wasn't a pleasent day. In more ways then one actually. Bitterly, Murtagh dragged his feet into the grass and the leaves, watching the sun beginning to set that afternoon. It was a long busy morning, a start to a new year, new start. And it couldn't been better. Well he hoped it would be better.
Murtagh hasn't found someone to love yet. In fact he found no one. He has friends, he's still a gryffindor but things are changing. And looking up. So, he was doing pretty decent to say the least. But now? He just wanted to be alone.
The male dragged his feet as he headed into the Shrieking Shack, hearing the groaning of the floorboards as he walked. It was a comforting groan. His eyes readjusted to the dim lights looking around to make sure he was pretty "alone." Well...it seemed he was. The male breathed out a content breath titling his head upwards to the ceiling before he headed to one of the rooms that was renovated. Peace and quiet.
Just what he needed today. And just what needed at a time like this. His feet ached, his body soar, he tugged off his shoes, shoving them to the side. Finally. He was free....
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Post by Finn Josiah Avery on Jul 9, 2012 3:19:27 GMT
finn avery was pissed. but then again, he was pissed a lot these days, considering the stupidity of the world he lived in, and how much effort he had to go to in order to correct it every single day. after all, controlling the minister of magic's every waking moment was a difficult job, and it stressed finn out to his limits most of the time.
but that wasn't what he was angry about at the moment. being at the top of the ministry of magic, finn had access to quite a lot of intelligence. he had spies everywhere, even at hogwarts, and it would be stupid to think that anyone's secrets were safe from him. he could find out practically anything, and half the information his spies brought him only served to make him angry.
one particular piece of information was about murtagh connolly, a higher up in the hogwarts branch of the death eaters. finn had hardly been able to believe it when he'd heard. after all, murtagh had been highly reccommended by kianthra, and even lottie trusted him. but finn had always thought there was something off about the guy. and now he understood why.
he was a muggleborn.
a filthy, dirty, disgusting mudblood. finn could hardly contain his rage. he'd had one of his secretaries send a letter to murtagh telling the boy to meet him in the shrieking shack that evening for instructions about a top secret mission. of course, there was no top secret mission. finn was planning on teaching that boy a lesson. and that was to never ever think he was capable of messing with the thorfinn avery.
he hid in the shadows of the house, waiting, his black eyes looking sinister in the dim lighting. when murtagh entered, finn followed him quietly until the boy was sitting down, throwing his shoes to the side. and that was exactly when he caught him unawares. "expelliarmus!" he shouted, snatching the boy's wand out of the air. hell had no fury like an angry finn avery.
"you filthy mudblood," he hissed, eyes narrowing. "why the f-ck do you think you deserve this?" he brandished the boy's wand before snapping it in half with his hands and tossing the pieces aside. "you really thought we wouldn't find out that you've been lying to us this whole time?" he snarled audibly, using his wand to throw the boy to the floor.
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Post by Murtagh Farrell Connolly on Jul 9, 2012 3:26:23 GMT
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Apparently lady luck, of some sort wasn't on his side. His body had slumped in the chair wanting peace and quiet for a few minutes, just a few freaking stupid minutes. But instead, he got an very, unwelcome visitor. His head turned quickly to footsteps, hand going to his wand but it was already out of his hand and in the culpurts hand.
Finn Avery. The DE second in commander from last year, the now leader in the ministry. Murtagh stared at the male, watching his wand being snapped in half and tossed to the side. "Well, a pleasure to see you too, Avery. Such a pleasant welcome." He remarked, keeping his calm, cool face.
But he was soon thrown off the chair landing pretty hard on the floor,dust flying everywhere. Now that wasn't pleasant. "I had my doubts, but it stayed hidden for awhile, actually. So it worked. Now, was throwing really necessarily?" He questioned, staring at the male as he sat up on his arms.
This was not going to end well.
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Post by Finn Josiah Avery on Jul 9, 2012 3:32:54 GMT
"shut the f-ck up, mudblood," he shouted at him, kicking him hard in the side. "you don't deserve to talk to me. you don't even deserve to live." he spat on the boy, leveling his wand on his victim and trying his best to keep his head. he rarely got this angry without killing someone. but lottie wouldn't be too happy if he offed murtagh without giving her a whack at him.
finn narrowed his eyes, a smirk coming to his face. "i'm about to beat you within an inch of your life, and you're worried about a bit of tossing around?" he asked. he laughed a moment later. "prepare for hell, you f-cking animal." he stomped on the boy's face with his boot, hearing a satisfying crunch as his nose broke. he leveled his wand, shouting, "crucio!" there was no one to hear the boy scream.
finn was going to enjoy this.
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Post by Murtagh Farrell Connolly on Jul 9, 2012 3:40:43 GMT
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Murtagh watched the other male with a look of dull stare, knowing fully well what he was in for. Yes he should run, yes he should try to escape and get the hell away. But there are some battles you just don't run away from. You fought, no matter who f-cking painful it hurt afterwards.
Murtagh hissed out a breath, feeling a kick that wedge hard into his side against his ribs. Now he had good bone structure but as a dancer, he had leaner and not not very dense bones. So that hurt and probably fractured at least one rib. But he didn't give Avery the pleasure of hearing him scream. "Don't talk huh...? Not happening." He hissed baring his teeth.
His nose was crunched, feeling blood beginning to drip but he choose to pay no attention. Instead, he grabbed Avery's ankle and shoved it off his face to next to his head, giving curse at the taste of blood. He growled, giving a glare at the once slytherin male, someone he saw as a friend.
As Murtagh lay there, he knew he was dead meat. And it came with a strong, a hard, and rough crucio spell. His body jerked at the hit, as he arched his neck clenching his jaw shut, teeth clamped down to bite back a scream. It lasted about 10 minutes...maybe a little bit longer, before it finally escaped his lips.
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Post by Finn Josiah Avery on Jul 9, 2012 3:48:12 GMT
"don't touch me, ever," finn snarled as the boy grabbed his ankle. he shrugged him off and kicked him again in the side of the head. finn had always had a bit of a thing for muggle duelling. he got more pleasure out of inflicting pain on his victims with his own hands, rather than letting his wand do all the work. it was far more fun, as well, to feel his victims' bones crack under his touch.
finn kicked the boy again when he heard his retort. he wanted to rip the boy limb from limb, wanted to stick his head on a pike and parade it around to show the mudbloods who was boss, to show anyone who thought they could lie to him what they were in for if he caught them. murtagh was lucky though, finn couldn't kill him just yet. but that didn't mean he couldn't give him hell.
and that was exactly what he planned to do. after an excruciatingly long stint of the cruciatus curse, the boy finally let out a scream, and finn grinned maniacally. he let the boy scream for a bit before lifting the curse and giving him another rib-crushing kick in the side. "how's it feel to be treated like the vermin you are, mudblood?" he asked, laughing.
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Post by Murtagh Farrell Connolly on Jul 9, 2012 4:00:37 GMT
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He wasn't impressed. He growled, feeling the hit on the side of the head, twice, and felt his vision go for a split second. He laid there for a second, trying to clear his head and his eyes before he glared at the other male. Don't touch him huh?
Murtagh gave a grin, despite feeling his chest heaving for breath of screaming ever so long. Now he couldn't let Avery have all the fun. If he was going to be tortured, going to be mauled by the way this was going then so be it. He croaked on a hiss, clenching his teeth as he felt the bone shattering kick.
And heard the ever so loud sickening crack. He felt six of his ribs crack, felt one scrape the inside of his skin. Felt one twist at an awkward angle, and he knew it would be threatening to probably break threw his skin or puncture something if he wasn't careful. He didn't like that idea one bit. And yet, Murtagh didn't make a move to touch the wounded area.
In fact, he gave a curse, then broke into a pained laugh, glaring at Avery, giving him a dead, bored look. He bared his teeth, not budging a muscle as of yet and simply said, "Thats all you got, you f-cking piece of shit? and you call yourself a ministry worker...such a shame. no wonder Kianthra doll left your sorry a-s." He hissed, spitting spit on the other male's shoes.
If he was going to be hurt, tortured close to death, so be it. But he won't go down as a coward, won't loose contiousness without a fight. Never would he become a weakling.
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Post by Finn Josiah Avery on Jul 9, 2012 18:10:22 GMT
finn loved the feeling of being in control. he loved the sounds of cracking bones and things twisting out of shape. but most of all, he loved the boy's screams. for most people, the sound of torture was a horrible noise, one that wasn't exactly welcome to the ears. but finn found that it helped to bring some of the chaos within himself to peace. after all, chaos never felt out of place, especially during a torture session.
finn rolled his eyes. "that's just a warm-up, mudblood," he answered, a grin growing on his face. "don't for one second think you're capable of playing games with me. you aren't, and never will be." when the boy spat on his shoe, finn kicked him again in the face, savoring the smell of fresh blood that was beginning to permeate the room. he smashed his foot down on the boy's right arm, hearing the sickening sound of a crunch.
he knelt down next to him, using his wand to start slowly dislocating each of the boy's fingers. "this little piggy went to market-" he muttered in a sing-song sort of voice as he dislocated the boys pointer finger, the rhyme sounding odd with his gruff voice. "this little piggy stayed home." he dislocated another finger, the cracking sound oddly satisfying to his ears.
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Post by Murtagh Farrell Connolly on Jul 10, 2012 0:58:38 GMT
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And it just got worse. Murtagh kept his eyes closed and tight, clenching his jaw as he watched him ever so steadily despite the pain that was spreading threw his body. Each little agony was never ending and it hurt. In fact, he couldn't breathe a breath. His body ached, his entire body starting to relieze that agony hurt.
He screeched feeling another agony spread down his arm. He shut his eyes tight, arching his back as he felt the slam. His arm was in sheer agony, blood beginning to drip even more now during his face. Bruises were already begining to form, covering his body. God it hurt.
"B-stard." He hissed out one single word, refusing to give a scream as each one of his fingers was dislocated. And if that was now, that was a warm up...it was going to get worse from here.
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Post by Finn Josiah Avery on Jul 10, 2012 1:17:36 GMT
finn could see the boy's fight leaving him, could see him giving up. it was a wonderful feeling, being in control, and he wouldn't have it any other way. he fought to be in this position, to come out on top. and he never was disappointed. the people around him were too weak to handle him, too full of fear and wretchedness to even fight back against him. he always loved a good fight. it was far more fun than a complacent victim.
but better than no victim at all. of course, these days, that wasn't usually a problem that finn had. if he was pissed, needed someone to let his anger out on, he could usually find someone. there was always a mudblood around, or a muggle. or even just one of his staff that he wasn't particularly pleased with. it really did help instill fear in the minister's staff. or, as finn liked to put it, his staff. after all, the minister was under his control.
finn raised an eyebrow. so he was a bastard now? well, stupid mudbloods had never been too good at coming up with insults. and he was pretty used to getting called that. "better than being a filthy, disgusting mudblood," finn answered, snarling, a smirk still on his face. he raked his wand along the skin of the boy's broken arm, using a spell to cut through and leave a long, bloody line that oozed red. "let's see how much of your dirty blood we can spill, shall we?" he laughed, digging his fingernails into the wound he'd formed and ripping it open.
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Post by Murtagh Farrell Connolly on Jul 10, 2012 1:39:25 GMT
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Murtagh clenched his jaw, feeling the pain spread down his shoulder and spine, feeling the ache. It hurt. It felt like each part of his body was being torn into little tiny stupid pieces. He wasn't happy about this, nor was he enjoying this.
He bared his teeth trying to stop a scream from escaping his lips. He croaked, a yell finally coming out. It was one of agony but didn't last long. His eyes flickered, feeling the blood gushing out of the wound unable to move the arm an inch at all. In fact, it felt as if his arm wasn't even there. Murtagh glanced at the slytherin, seeing the blood red fingers. He spasmed, feeling an ache of pain spread down his shoulder and spine. Oh what a world!
"Y-you don't...deserve a better insult."
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Post by Finn Josiah Avery on Jul 10, 2012 2:51:11 GMT
the warm feeling of the blood oozing over his fingers sent shivers up his spine. it still got to him, even after all this time. blood running over his hands had to be one of his favorite feelings. as morbid as that sounded. but then again, he'd had it ground into him early. his father used to make him rip muggles apart with his bare hands when they went muggle hunting. and finn supposed he'd gotten used to it. warm blood was something he'd never get tired of.
he sniffed in, revelling in the scent of it. salty, with a tang of sour that made the hairs in his nose stand on end. the perfect smell. he found it odd that he often craved that scent. a bit vampire-ish of him, but he preferred to push that thought aside. he'd never liked vampires. shoddy folk, they were. and their fangs always managed to weird him out a bit. finn supposed it was safe to say that he thought the world better without them. in his mind, they were on par with mudbloods in their filthiness.
finn laughed, adopting a baby voice. "is itty bitty connolly mad?" he asked, ripping the boy's skin even farther and savoring the sound of the flesh tearing. it took all his strength just to tear it a bit. skin could be ever so protective of the guts it kept inside. he had to give it that. "is the filthy mudblood tired?" he dropped the baby voice a moment later. "maybe if you begged, i'd stop. maybe if you begged like the animal you are, i'd let you walk out of here intact."
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Post by Murtagh Farrell Connolly on Jul 10, 2012 3:15:12 GMT
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Mad? Was he mad? He was furious! He never liked being seen as a weak man! This was annoying as hell! Murtagh glared at the slytherin male, trying to move his aching and soar body. A screech escaped his lips, blood getting into his mouth causing him to gag. He coughed, chest giving a heave before he glared at the other.
"I....will never...beg." He hissed, baring his teeth at Avery, moving his leg kicking at his chest and stomach with all he got. Screw common sense! He was going to put up a fight to the end, even if it killed him. He smirked, feeling his foot connect with skin, but he paled as he stared at the other.
Pure hatred, pure rage on the ministry worker's face.
He was dead meat.
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Post by Finn Josiah Avery on Jul 10, 2012 3:30:26 GMT
at the boy's response, finn shrugged his shoulders. he always loved it when they begged. it was just plain annoying when the filthy little animals tried to be all chivalrous and brave. they had no dignity left, so why pretend as though they did? begging was for animals, and that was exactly what mudbloods were. swine, dirt, everything disgusting in the world. besides, finn was giving him a way out. anyone in their right mind would take it.
but then again, finn reminded himself how fun it was to break the fighters. however, getting kicked in the stomach, as lightly as it was considering the gryffindor's weak state at the moment, pissed him off. he snapped his wand at the boy's legs, binding them together, up and down, painfully tight with a length of sharp barbed wire. "i told you not to touch me," he hissed at the boy, punching him again in the face. "don't you dare disobey me." finn liked being in charge, and this filthy animal touching him in anyway was disgusting and degrading.
he smiled a moment later though. "i gave you a way out," he told him, as though to explain that he wasn't at fault. "pity you didn't take it when you had the chance. an offer like that won't come around again." and with that, he flicked his wand at the boy, muttering nonchalantly, "crucio."
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Post by Murtagh Farrell Connolly on Jul 10, 2012 3:44:39 GMT
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Murtagh groaned, forcing his mind to keep awake and active as he felt the barbwire wrap around his two legs, pinning him down. He clenched his jaw, feeling the wire dig into his skin, putting little holes into his form. He coughed out a bit of stray liquid, focusing on the barbwire that the hit to the head didn't affect him as much as it should.
Either he was losing enough blood that he was starting to not to feel or he was completely nuts and just didn't care. Murt clenched his eyes before forcing them back open, spots dancing in his eyes.
"I d-don't...give a--"
No, he defiantly could feel pain. The crurio spell hit his form, causing him to break off his remark. The spell attacked the opened wounds, fresh blood dripping. He screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking toward the end. His eyes clenched, twisting his neck against the spreading agony. Murt groaned, feeling the spell last long, and fully before being released. His chest heaved for breath, his body drained coughing to breathe. God that hurt.
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