Prompt 2 - death
Scabior was no stranger to death. He knew it came in many forms. From his early days as a Snatcher to his time spent in Azkaban, death had been all around him.
He saw what happened to those who disobeyed the Dark Lord's orders, or failed to complete the task he had given them. They were killed instantly. Just a flick of the wrist and a flash of green light and they were gone.
He saw what happened to those who were sentenced to receive the dementor's kiss. Their death was more of a spiritual death, since victims of dementors were left without a soul and empty, void of anything that once made them who they were inside. Perhaps their death was the worst way to die.
He'd seen what happened to those who had been victims of Fenrir Greyback. They died quickly, usually from severe blood loss as they were eaten alive and torn limb from limb. The werewolf could easily make short work of anything that crossed his path.
He'd seen what happened to those who were captured and held prisoner by Bellatrix Lestrange. They died slowly, sometimes after days or weeks of torture, screaming, writhing, begging for death in the end as she laughed in their face. Perhaps death was a merciful release for them after all she put them though.
Now as he raced along the covered bridge, his heart pounding hard against his ribs, Scabior felt the floor give way beneath him and feared that this time death might finally be coming for him.
But Scabior was a fighter, a survivor, resilient and strong to the very end. And he refused to let this be the end of him. He was not ready to meet with death just yet.
There was a wide river beneath the covered bridge. Scabior fell into the river and immediately clung to the nearest scrap of wood from the collapsed bridge that was within reach.
His fingers scrabbling for purchase on the wet wood, Scabior managed to hold on as the current began to move him downriver.
He gazed up into the blazing sky, watching as ashes and embers from the burning bridge cascaded from above, and he laughed. It would take more than that to kill him.
Scabior had seen a lot of death in his lifetime, but tonight was not his time to die.
