A/N: This was one of my favorite chapters to write, and by the end of this you all will probably think I'm some crazy sociopath...I'm not I swear! Thanks to all who have added this story to your favorites and those of you who have reviewed! Also, 10 points to Gryffindor if you can figure out where I came up with my snatcher names...I don't think we've met the others, but the next chapter you will! Enjoy!
Of course nothing ever goes as planned and Maycen suddenly went crashing to the ground as something forceful knocked into her. She tried crawling away but it had a strong grip around her waist. She swung her arm back and had made contact across its face; she soon realized it was one of the Snatchers when he yelled.
He turned her over and sat on her stomach, his feet resting on her shoulders so she couldn't fight back. It was the same Snatcher from the first night she had been captured, the one that she almost choked to death. What was his name? Calo? She struggled against him, but he was too heavy.
"Now, where do you think you're going?" he asked.
"To get a latte, care to join me?" she spat.
He slapped her across the face; it wasn't hard like when Scabior hit her, but it still stung.
"Scabior wouldn't be too happy if you decided to run off."
"What do you care?" she said rolling her eyes.
"Well he'd take it out on us, you see."
"Better you than me."
He smirked at her. "No, I said us sweet heart. He'd find you and you'd regret ever running away."
She exhaled through her nose, resting her head back on the ground.
"Now, if I get off of you, do you promise not to try and run away?" he asked.
"Yeah whatever." She said, not really caring.
He took his feet off of her shoulders and he stood up, holding out his hand to her. She took it and he helped her stand up.
"What are you even doing out here?" she asked.
He shrugged his shoulders. "I couldn't sleep."
"Oh."
They stood there in awkward silence for a while. She looked him up and down and noticed he was a lot smaller than Scabior. In fact, she could only think of one Snatcher she saw that was bigger than Scabior, but she didn't get a close look at him. The others were smaller, but she didn't underestimate them; they were probably Snatchers for a reason.
"Do you think we should head back?" Calo asked her.
Maycen looked at him and raised her eyebrow. Why was he even asking her?
"No. I'm not tired either. Can we just stay here for a little bit?"
He nodded his head. They sat back down and for a few minutes and at first they didn't say a word to each other, but randomly a conversation had been started. They sat there and talked for hours, not keeping track of the time. They didn't even talk about anything important; it was just random stuff that was on their mind.
"Why did you become a snatcher?" Maycen asked.
Calo shrugged. "I just did."
She didn't buy it. "Come on, there has to be a reason."
"I wasn't exactly the brightest student at Hogwarts so after I graduated I really couldn't find a job." He sighed. "After the Dark Lord regained his power I thought I would make a fair snatcher, and I did."
"When did you graduate?" Maycen asked anxiously.
Cad scrunched up his face like he was trying to remember. "About two years ago."
Maycen almost did a double take. "Then you're only a year older than I am; how come I don't remember you?"
Cad shrugged. "Being from two different houses probably had something to do with it. Although I do remember you."
Maycen looked at the ground, embarrassed. She was glad that she was having a normal conversation for once. It made her feel like she wasn't being held here against her will. Or at least it felt that way until Calo asked her,
"So do you really not know where Harry Potter is?"
She sighed. "If I did, don't you think I would have told you?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Not if you're for the good side. He's the only chance you have at winning this thing."
"Well I'm not for the 'good side'. I'm neutral in this war." She lied.
Calo snorted. "Hun, there's no such thing as being neutral in this war."
"Well I am. I don't understand why he doesn't believe me."
"I don't think he cares about that anymore."
Maycen furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?"
"Well at first he just wanted the information so he could collect a fair amount of gold." He started.
She raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.
"But now I don't think he even cares if you know where Potter is. That night when he burnt your hands and you screamed like that, he…changed."
"What do you mean he changed?"
"He, uh…how do I put this? He said he was going to make you scream like that again."
"L-like hurt me again?" she asked, tears starting to form in her eyes.
Calo shook his head. "No. He is going to make you scream for him."
Maycen didn't need him to explain any further. A few tears had started to roll down her cheek as she took in what he said. She wiped the tears off her face, and suddenly she was angry; more than angry, furious.
She stood up and started to run, not away, but towards the camp. She could hear Calo yelling after her, but she didn't stop. She stormed into the tent and found Scabior still asleep on his hammock. She marched over to him and started hitting him over and over.
"You Son of a Bitch!" she yelled.
Scabior rolled over and looked up at her, still a little groggy. "W-what? What's wrong?"
Maycen reached out and grabbed his hair, pulling him out of the hammock and onto the ground.
"You fucking dirt bag!"
She kicked him in the stomach several times.
"Are you fucking mad?" he screamed at her.
She reared her foot back to kick him again, but someone grabbed her around the waist pulling her out of the tent. She struggled against them, but they had a tight grip on her.
The others had appeared from their tents, confused looks on their faces. Calo carried her a few feet away from the tent and threw her on the ground. Scabior came storming out of his tent a few seconds later, his face red with anger.
"You stupid bitch!" he yelled.
He headed for Maycen, but Calo stepped in front of her.
"Scabior wait."
Scabior stopped and glared at Calo, still fuming. "Calo, unless you're 'ere to 'old 'er still while I beat 'er senseless, I suggest you move."
Maycen stood up and walked towards Scabior until she was right in his face.
"That's not all you want to do with me, though, is it!" she yelled.
"What?" Scabior asked.
Maycen slapped him hard across the face. "I know what you said you dumb fuck!"
Calo grabbed her arm and threw her back on the ground behind him. If looks could kill, then she would already be ten feet under, just from the way Scabior was glaring at her.
"And 'ow do you know that 'uh?"
Her eyes flickered to Calo for a second before she looked back to Scabior. She sucked her cheeks in not wanting to answer him.
"I told her." Calo interjected.
All eyes were on Calo as he stepped up to Scabior. He was protecting her? Scabior towered over Calo, and Maycen was actually afraid for him.
"And why would you do a thing like that?" he spat.
Calo shrugged as if it was no big deal. "She asked, so I told her."
Scabior narrowed his eyes at Calo, and it was clear that he didn't believe him.
"Alright Calo, well since you insist on being so 'elpful, I'll let you go ahead and punish 'er."
Maycen's eyes widened and she let out a small gasp. Calo however shook his head.
"No." he said looking Scabior straight in the eyes.
Scabior raised his eyebrow. "No? You're disobeying an order?"
"I'm not going to hurt her." he said confidently.
The corners of Scabior's lips twitched. "Oh Calo, please tell me you 'aven't fallen for 'er?"
When Calo didn't answer Scabior let out a deep laugh.
"You 'ave! You actually care for 'er!"
Scabior laughed again and the other Snatchers soon joined in. Maycen felt her face growing hot, and she was positive Calo's ears were red too. She felt horrible, because she didn't even like him; she didn't hate him, like she hated Scabior, but she didn't have feelings for him.
Calo lunged forward and punched Scabior square in the jaw. Maycen watched as the two of them fought and she was amazed at how well Calo held his own against Scabior. They went back and forth, a punch here, a kick there, but neither one of them seemed to be letting up.
Calo lunged again, but this time Scabior pulled out his wand and sent Calo flying backwards. He didn't move at first, and Maycen was afraid that he might be dead, but he started twitching on the ground gasping for air. Maycen started to crawl over towards him, but a foot came down on her back, forcing her to the ground.
"Cad would you care to restrain our little Maycen 'ere?" Scabior said.
One Snatcher stepped forward, she assumed that was Cad, and he looked more afraid than she did. He probably didn't want to get on Scabior's bad side. Scabior took his foot off of her back and Cad pulled her up by her arm. He pulled her back into his chest and one hand wrapped around her waist while the other grabbed her throat.
Scabior strolled over to where Calo was still gasping for air, and he tutted a few times. "Oh Calo, you were one of the best Snatchers on this team."
"I s-still am." He struggled to get out.
Scabior shook his head. "No. You let 'er get into your 'ead. You're weak." He said gesturing back to Maycen.
Tears were falling from her face as she watched Calo struggle to stand up. He had several slash marks across his chest and his face was drained of all color.
"No I d-didn't. Why c-can't we just t-turn her into the M-ministry and b-be done with it? G-get back to d-doing our j-job."
Scabior chuckled. "Because I'm not done with 'er yet."
Maycen felt her breath catch in her throat. She struggled against Cad, but he tightened his grip on her. He was whispering in her ear, telling her to stay still.
"Now I gave you a direct order Calo, are you going to follow it?"
Calo let out a strangled cough, and shook his head. His eyes rested on Maycen's briefly before he turned his attention back to Scabior.
"No." he refused.
Scabior let out a sigh of disappointment, shaking his head.
"Then you leave me no choice."
Maycen wanted to scream out, tell him to stop, but she couldn't find her voice. She just watched, helpless, as Calo stood confidently in front of Scabior. She was pushing and pulling against Cad's hands, trying to break his grip, but nothing seemed to work. Calo looked back to her one last time, and a small smile appeared on his face.
"Avada Kedavra!"
