He stood at the edge of the cliff, beginning to answer the musical call of
death. A voice rang out behind him-
"Ryan, you idiot! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He shrank back, oiled black hair hanging over his drab face.
"I don't know anymore, Clarice."
"You're a fucking wizard. You know everything," she said, fire showing in those hypnotizing lime eyes.
"Can't you understand? It's beyond me now," he whined, her anger throwing him into sub missal. It was a reluctant step that moved him away from the cliff.
"Why did you want to die? There's no penalty for helping non magic folk achieve their end!" Her pale hands shook with fury.
"That's because no one has ever imagined a thing like that. My master loves you, and that's the only reason you're alive today. You have too much power now, Clarice; people will suspect things! People like Dumbledore, and try as you might you will never get away from him!" Ryan straightened, showing the only bit of self-confidence he had.
"Our plan has no flaws."
"That's what you think. The flaw is me, and I plan to end it!" He ran towards the cliff's edge.
"Ryan!" she cried, voice cracking as her yell turned to a scream. His limp body plummeted to the rocks below.
"He has found his peace," it was a deep, seductive voice.
"We needed him," she said, all emotion drained.
"Come. We shall find another." The two shapes, one lithe and shapely, one broad and strong, walked into the night.
"Ryan, you idiot! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He shrank back, oiled black hair hanging over his drab face.
"I don't know anymore, Clarice."
"You're a fucking wizard. You know everything," she said, fire showing in those hypnotizing lime eyes.
"Can't you understand? It's beyond me now," he whined, her anger throwing him into sub missal. It was a reluctant step that moved him away from the cliff.
"Why did you want to die? There's no penalty for helping non magic folk achieve their end!" Her pale hands shook with fury.
"That's because no one has ever imagined a thing like that. My master loves you, and that's the only reason you're alive today. You have too much power now, Clarice; people will suspect things! People like Dumbledore, and try as you might you will never get away from him!" Ryan straightened, showing the only bit of self-confidence he had.
"Our plan has no flaws."
"That's what you think. The flaw is me, and I plan to end it!" He ran towards the cliff's edge.
"Ryan!" she cried, voice cracking as her yell turned to a scream. His limp body plummeted to the rocks below.
"He has found his peace," it was a deep, seductive voice.
"We needed him," she said, all emotion drained.
"Come. We shall find another." The two shapes, one lithe and shapely, one broad and strong, walked into the night.