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Post by Finn Josiah Avery on Jul 10, 2012 19:59:39 GMT
finn was sick and tired of this kid trying to defy him. if he wasn't going to take the way out that finn had offered him, the lifeline that he'd tossed so graciously into the water for him to grab onto, then finn was going to make him regret it. the few times that finn showed mercy were not to be thrown aside. and now, the gryffindor boy had better get ready for hell.
or, worse hell than he was already in.
flicking his wand at the boy's legs, he smirked when a satisfying crunching sound erupted from the left one, then the right one, the bones of his femurs jerking into odd positions. finn could just see the white of the bone on his left leg, and as such, he decided that that was where he'd start. blood was oozing everywhere, the boy was practically lying in a puddle of red. not a very good place for anyone who was squeamish around blood. however, a very good place for mister avery.
"didn't i tell you to shut up?" he asked him, the corners of his mouth twitching. "or did you just not understand me the first time?" he asked again, butting his boot on one of the boy's broken legs and slowly applying pressure. "too f-cking stupid, i suppose."
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Post by Murtagh Farrell Connolly on Jul 10, 2012 20:16:42 GMT
Your image here [/img][/center] * O H, W R I T T E N I N T H E S T A R S A M I L L I O N M I L E S A W A Y [/b] The gryffindor male lay covered and soaked in blood. His clothes were soaked, and torn in shreads. He looked a mess. And he felt like one. Murtagh felt his glare begin to lessen, feeling Avery's intense rage. He was good as dead.
The male yelled out a scream, feeling both legs being broken and the bones snapping. He croaked, clenching his eyes shut as he gasped for breath, eyes flickering in agony as he stared at the other. Agony was starting to get more intense, but the lack of blood in his system was starting to affect him.
Murtagh gave a loud groan, feeling the slam on his damaged leg. He croaked, unable to help it as he knew that the bone snapped in half. "...I...I heard...but I merely don't give a sh-t." He admitted, eyes dull as he lost the glare, looking just exhausted. This...was not going to be a pretty ending. ✶A N D I'L L F I N D M Y W A Y✶[/size][/b] ------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] ------Tags: Finn Avery! ------Notes: Loss of an arm and leg? Literally? GO FOR IT. ------Outfit: beautiful no? ------Word Count: that many ------Template made by: Koney of Caution 2.0 ------Modifications made: Kita
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Post by Finn Josiah Avery on Jul 10, 2012 20:31:36 GMT
finn knew his victim was running out of steam. he could see the light leaving his eyes, the fight leaving his body. he didn't know how long it would be until the boy passed out. he just hoped he'd be able to keep him awake long enough to torture him halfway into insanity. although the boy seemed to fading, and fast. finn debated putting some of the blood he'd lost back in him. after all, he'd lost a lot. but that was far too humane of treatment for a common mudblood.
he grinned at the scream his victim produced, and a moment later, he was conjuring up a common wood saw, shoving his wand in his back pocket and getting ready for hell. finn had always loved using his hands to torture his victims, and what better way than sawing them to pieces? he positioned himself near the boy's waist, steadying himself and beginning to saw at the boy's leg. the saw cut easily through his pants, but as it began to tear the flesh, the blood oozing out was obstructing his vision.
"well if you just don't give a shit, then perhaps you really are a complete and total f-cking idiot."
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Post by Murtagh Farrell Connolly on Jul 10, 2012 20:49:54 GMT
Your image here [/img][/center] * O H, W R I T T E N I N T H E S T A R S A M I L L I O N M I L E S A W A Y [/b] Murtagh snorted at Avery's words, having decided that was the strangest thing to say. He growled, biting his lower lip as he flipped him off. Well he could still be a little cocky. "I would be..and idoit not to fear you." He remarked, his voice starting to strain and get sound weaker. He wasn't in the great state, no not at all.
His eyes widened in reaction, seeing Avery's smile, the look on his face. He breathed out a weary breath, before giving a scream at the top of his lungs. His body spasmed in agony,feeling every little thing break. His leg felt on fire, he felt like he was in a batch of lava. He coughed struggling to catch a breath, blood already beginning to gush out.
He moved his hand ever so wearily upwards, grabbing the male's shirt coughing. "N-Now your...t-turn not to t-touch me." He hissed using what strength he had to shove Avery away from his fallen form baring his blood covered teeth in his direction. ✶A N D I'L L F I N D M Y W A Y✶[/size][/b] ------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] ------Tags: Finn Avery! ------Notes: Loss of an arm and leg? Literally? GO FOR IT. ------Outfit: beautiful no? ------Word Count: that many ------Template made by: Koney of Caution 2.0 ------Modifications made: Kita
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Post by Finn Josiah Avery on Jul 10, 2012 22:44:44 GMT
"at least you've got one thing right," finn answered, snorting. the gryffindor was spot on with that one. anyone would be stupid not to fear the great finn avery, and they'd be just as stupid to underestimate him, as murtagh had done. finn was still seething about being lied to. if there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was people trying to put a blindfold over his eyes. he didn't like being tricked, or people trying to trick him, anyways. they never got very far in their escapades.
when the boy flipped him off, finn rolled his eyes and slashed his wand at the boy, effectively cutting off his middle finger. it dropped with a rather sickeningly squishy noise to the floor, and finn picked it up and tossed it across the room. "don't be cheeky with me, mudblood." of course, this only added to the mess of blood everywhere. and as for finn? he had just about as much blood on him as the boy did. of course, none of it was his, but he'd still need a long shower after this was done.
finn tutted at the boy's weak attempt to push him away. "you really never learn, do you?" he asked, slapping the boy across the face. he fished out his wand from his back pocket and used it to conjure some barbed wire for the boy's wrists. he tied them to the leg of the armchair the boy had been sitting in earlier. "i told you not to touch me. and i meant it. as for me? i'll do whatever the hell i want to you. you get no say. the minute your filthy animal parents brought you into the world, you lost that right."
and with that, he continued to saw at the boy's leg. it was tough work, cutting through all the tissue and muscle. finn actually worked up a bit of a sweat doing it. he tried his best to stem the bleeding as he went. if the kid lost much more blood, he'd pass out, and then the fun would be over. finn couldn't risk that.
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Post by Murtagh Farrell Connolly on Jul 10, 2012 23:12:14 GMT
Your image here [/img][/center] * O H, W R I T T E N I N T H E S T A R S A M I L L I O N M I L E S A W A Y [/b] Murtagh wasn't exactly sure what was beginning to scare him more. In fact, he was sure that he whacked his head enough that he wasn't even here anymore. And he thought he was asleep right now and this was all a dream. But Murt knew that was a lie. But he was sure that what was truly starting to scare him was that he was starting to loose feeling. And the fact he didn't scream when he lost a finger.
His vision started to go a split second before he gave weak groan and moan, feeling his arms yanked and pinned behind him. The male slumped, the barbwire digging into his wrists, fresh blood beginning to drip down his wrists and skin. His vision went black as he begin to slip, wanting to just pass out.
But he was rudely awaken by another cut, feeling muscle torn and his bone snap. He awoke with a croak scream, voice raw and scratched from the other screams. His body shuttered, eyes clenched, knowing his body just wanted to shut down. But that wasn't happening.... ✶A N D I'L L F I N D M Y W A Y✶[/size][/b] ------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] ------Tags: Finn Avery! ------Notes: Loss of an arm and leg? Literally? GO FOR IT. ------Outfit: beautiful no? ------Word Count: that many ------Template made by: Koney of Caution 2.0 ------Modifications made: Kita
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Post by Finn Josiah Avery on Jul 11, 2012 0:14:47 GMT
finn could see the boy starting to fade. but he wasn't about to let him take the easy way out and just pass out. that would leave finn with nothing to entertain him for the rest of the evening. he'd only been at the boy for maybe three quarters of an hour at most. finn couldn't believe he was fading so fast. he hadn't lost that much blood, at least, not in finn's book. he'd seen people lose more and still be up and fighting.
but instead of let the boy take the easy way out, he decided to give him a bit of a shock, just to keep him up and awake. he jabbed his wand into the boy's side, sending an electric charge through him to give him a bit of a zap, hoping that perhaps that would do the trick. when he took his wand away, a little round burn mark was left behind. yet another scar to add to the boy's soon-to-be collection. finn didn't think the gryffindor boy would forget this encounter any time soon.
and with that, he set back to work on the leg. he had it almost all the way off now. in fact, it was hanging by just a few sinews and with a bit of pressure, it fell right off. finn wondered what sort of use he would find for the leg of a mudblood. he used his wand to heat and cauterize the wound to keep the boy's blood inside him, hoping that might make him last a bit longer. besides, he was sure it hurt just the same, having his open flesh burned. it smelled like hell though, and finn could see the skin almost melting off of him as it charred.
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Post by Murtagh Farrell Connolly on Jul 11, 2012 0:23:40 GMT
Your image here [/img][/center] * O H, W R I T T E N I N T H E S T A R S A M I L L I O N M I L E S A W A Y [/b] Sleep, I just want to sleep. Can't this crazy man see that all I want to do is sleep and not wake up for a few days?
His mind was beginning to shut down, completely and utterly exhausted. Murt's body jerked at an shock, an electric feel that awoke him, eyes snapping open to glare at Avery's direction. No screams escaped his lips, for his throat was by now croaked and too raw to muster a single scream. Or word. Instead he groaned in agony as his torn open limb sizzled and burned, before beginning forced closed in no gentle manner. His eyes stared at the male, head high and wide away as he watched the other.
So he lost a leg. Just like that. And yet...now what? Maybe he could go away and he could finally sleep.... ✶A N D I'L L F I N D M Y W A Y✶[/size][/b] ------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] ------Tags: Finn Avery! ------Notes: Loss of an arm and leg? Literally? GO FOR IT. ------Outfit: beautiful no? ------Word Count: that many ------Template made by: Koney of Caution 2.0 ------Modifications made: Kita
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Post by Finn Josiah Avery on Jul 11, 2012 0:35:15 GMT
finn was getting a tad bit bored. without murtagh struggling against him, he was beginning to feel like he was dissecting a dead person. which wasn't nearly as fun as operating on a living human being. he figured he'd throw a few more cruciatus curses at the boy and then be done with it. after all, anyone could tell that the boy wouldn't last much longer anyways.
he jolted the boy awake once more with a bit of electricity, amping the voltage to make sure the boy was fully awake for his next trick. he moved around to the arm he'd left alone earlier, leaving the already mangled one alone. he positioned himself at murtagh's shoulder, readying the saw again and beginning to cut. he moved quicker this time, sawing off most the arm in little to not time, taking breaks methodically to cauterize the wound. he couldn't help but hum to himself as he worked, watching the boy's face as he sawed off another one of his appendeges.
"is the filthy mudblood getting sleepy?" he asked him, prodding him with his wand again and shooting more electricity through him to wake him up. "the poor ickle mudblood. maybe his filthy ass should learn to respect his superiors." and with that, he pulled off the boy's arm, tossing it to the side with his leg. he grinned. "a gimpy little mudblood. exactly what you deserve. don't cross me again, you disgusting creature, or i'll finish you off for good next time."
he stood, pulling his wand out of his back pocket and holding it over the boy's mangled body, gasoline pouring out of the end of it and dousing the boy's body. he muttered a spell, and as the boy's body went up in flames, he levitated the boy's limbs out the door, following them. "sleep tight, you filthy little mudblood," he snarled, before grabbing the boy's limbs and apparating on the spot.
one for murtagh's sister, and one for his parents. what lovely gifts for the filthy animal's family.
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