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The morning was quiet. So very quiet for such a place once full of life. Heavy clouds hung like suffocating pillows over the land, as if trying to hide the ghastly scene from the heavens. Black dots decorated the sky as Dementors flew above, circling, watching. The dead bodies of many covered the once lush green grounds, their blood staining it for many years to come. Faces were twisted in agony, blank in death, or not even there at all. It was a massacre; no one seemed to have survived. The only life was a single raven, hopping through the bodies, looking for a good meal.
Rasping laughter startled the bird, flying away in a flash of black feathers and call of annoyance, but the man didn't care. No, he seemed to be... smiling?
Blood was smothered over his face like a grotesque mask of war, hiding his features. Another snort of amusement and twitch of his lips seemed odd in such a place, lying among the dead as he was. Yet those dark eyes showed no humour, no shame, but a dull understanding, as though he had finally figured something out. Something that had been plaguing him for the last 17 years of his pathetic life.
A violent twitch of his body cut his laughter short, a groan slipping past his lips, unnoticed by the others around him. Even if they did, the dead couldn't tell secrets. Such a thought made a twisted giggle leave him.
Rolling his head limply to the side, the man asked the corpse next to him, "Will you tell anyone?" He paused as though to listen to an answer before an all out grin split is face in two, "Good man."
Distant voices caught the man's attention and he whipped his head back towards the corpse, eyes wild, "You said you wouldn't tell!" he weakly slapped the limp arm next to him, "Bugger."
A sudden seizure gripped the delirious man, his body jerking and shuddering, a bloodcurdling scream ripping his raw throat further. The attack passed as soon as it came, his limp body falling back into the mud. He turned his head to the side so he could breathe from where he had ended up on his front, drawing an arm up to cover his head as he groaned.
"Stop iiiitt..." he whined, his words cut off by a harsh sputtering that made blood bubble up from between his lips. He clenched red etched teeth in a grimace. The distant voices came closer, yet the man still did not look up.
"There... find... back-" the voices came closer and closer, undoubtedly seeing the only movement in the entire area.
The man lifted his arm up and brushed at the air around him as if swatting a fly. "Go 'way." He mumbled, eyes drooping tiredly as he snuggled into a sprawled leg, using it like it was the most comfortable pillow in the world. "And you shut up..."
As though in response, one of his legs that was bent in a way that shouldn't be possible flailed out and kicked a nearby body. The man whimpered, rolling onto his back once more and throwing his arms out. He looked pleadingly up into the clouds, "Why do you do this to me?" he asked, "It doesn't get you anywhere. I don't think I can even feel anymore. Absolutely useless demonstration of your low-self esteem, to pick on one who has fallen so low... literally." He began to giggle again, ignoring the way his body twitched and jerked out of his control. The giggles grew into chuckles, which erupted into full blown gut wrenching laughs.
Eyes looking, but not seeing, stared up into the grey sky, flickering between deep emerald green and bloody red.