~Falling of the edges of sanity~
Character: Regulus Black
Summary: "He remembered their faces, he remembered everything every single one of them said. It was mostly pleas for mercy, but there was that one girl...You're a monster. And he was."
Anyway, I've had this idea in my head for quite a while and then I decided that it would be a good idea to put all this angst on paper. I don't like it very much, but yeah...
Also, don't worry, Regulus doesn't die like this. His parents find him, take him to St. Mungos and all that shit. He is saved! This is the summer before his sixth year and I think I got the year right...Oh, poor Reggie. ;_;
2nd of July, 1977.
It was done. Regulus had been marked last night. It hurt almost as much as the Cruciatus curse and he supposed that was to be expected. How typical of the Dark Lord to treat his followers like his enemies.
Regulus sat on his bed, staring blankly at the empty wall. His parents were proud of him, his cousins were proud of him, his friends were proud of him...Yet something was missing. In the back of his mind, a voice told Regulus that it was Sirius, but the boy defiantly ignored this voice. Sirius made his choice and now, Regulus made his.
5th of July, 1977.
Regulus had to prove his loyalty to the Death Eaters. Even before they told him what he needed to do, it was obvious, he had expected it. After all, he had to get used to torture, anyway. He was just sixteen, though. How would he do it? Who would he have to do it to?
It turned out to be a middle-aged Muggle man. Regulus had expected it to be hard, but it wasn't. He didn't feel regret, but he didn't feel excitement either. He didn't feel anything. For some reason, though, he couldn't get the screams out of his head.
7th of August, 1977.
He had been a Death Eater for about a month now. The others accepted him fully, they respected him. They trusted him. He didn't trust himself.
He had tortured too many people already. He remembered their faces, he remembered everything every single one of them said. It was mostly pleas for mercy, but there was that one girl...You're a monster.
And he was.
23rd of August, 1977.
It was already too much for him. The voices of his victims weren't just memories, they were always there. Warning him. Judging him. Their twisted faces mocked him as he broke down.
He was alone at home, only Kreacher was down in the kitchen. Regulus got up from his chair slowly and headed for his Father's study room. He walked over to a cabinet and stared at the bottles inside of it. He found his reflection in the glass staring right back at him. The dark circles under his eyes stood out against his abnormally pale skin, giving him the appearance of a ghost. His usually tidy black hair was sticking out in odd angles, falling over his hollow eyes.
Regulus ignored his own haunted face and opened the cabinet slowly. He traced different vials with his fingers, not fully knowing what was he even looking for. His hand stopped at a small, crystal clear vial filled with a dark, almost black liquid.
He took it into his thin fingers and inspected it curiously. Was this what he was looking for? Not particularly caring whether it was or not he inscrewed the cork and looked inside. The content looked somewhat threatening, but that was exactly what he needed. His eyes were wide, like ones of a mad man, as he poured down the liquid down his throat.
It was not long before he started feeling the effects. Sure enough, not a full minute has passed before Regulus was on the floor. The pain was incredibly, but a smile still found it's way up to Regulus' face. At least the voices are gone.