A/N: Hello everyone, I'm back again! I just got back from watching a play,
so it's like, 12:00 midnight here, so please excuse any typos. I will try
to fix them; it's just, inspiration calls! Sorry HongMing, you just missed
first review, ah well, better luck next time!
Disclaimer: Yeah, uh, if I was J. K. Rowling, would this really be called fanfiction? Hm? I think not. So no, I don't own any of her characters. I do, however, own the plot, and all the characters you don't know! How exciting is that?
WARNING: I know, I know, I forgot to post this earlier, but in my defense, it was in the first chapter. So, don't get all angry with me or anything. Anywho, here's your warning: RATING SUBJECT TO CHANGE. THIS STORY WILL INVOLVE DEATH, AND COULD ALSO INCLUDE SOME SLASH! IF YOU ARE A HOMOPHOBE, TAKE YOURSELF AWAY FROM THIS STORY NOW. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
So, without further ado, here is Chapter Four, dedicated to: Brenna8
Chapter 4: The Escape
"You ready to leave now?" a voice asked, followed by a figure walking in. His face was slightly flushed and he was breathing heavily.
"Harry, why don't you sit a moment, and we'll leave once you catch your breath? That was a long ways to run, if they were holding you where I suspect they were. Hey, Harry, did they give you the padded room? With the straightjacket?" Draco asked.
Harry grinned. "Yeah, they did, why?" Harry asked curiously. Draco motioned to the room. "Look around you. This is what they gave me! One would almost suspect they weren't scared of me. I'm quite offended." He added pointedly.
Someone, presumably Pansy, whimpered in the background. Harry smiled. "Did you want me to take care of them for you?" he asked. Draco shook his head.
"No, that's quite alright, I'll do it. I assume you took care of your 'captors'?" he asked suspiciously. When Harry nodded, Draco raced out of his room and into the viewing room where he saw three men and Pansy.
"Blaise Zabini. Huh. I always wondered what happened to you." Draco said, turning his back on him. "Pansy, yes, I knew it was you. Vincent Crabbe, you actually made it this far? Amazing. Whatever happened to your dear friend Gregory Goyle? Oh, he died? Huh."
There was, however, one person Draco found he did not know. "And who is this?" he asked casually. The man did not respond, and Draco was immediately annoyed. "Oh, him? He doesn't talk. Well, he does, but not to anyone he doesn't know." Blaise told Draco matter-of-factly. Draco absentmindedly punched Blaise in the face. "I didn't ask you. Shut up until I talk to you." He ordered coldly, his attention fastened on the silent man before him.
Blaise put a hand up to his face, staunching the flow of blood from his nose, and glared at Draco's back, mumbling something completely inaudible.
Pansy shifted her weight from foot to foot, anxious to speak, but too afraid of Draco to do so. At last Crabbe broke the silence. "Draco, that's Kenneth. He's a new addition." He paused fearfully, half-flinching from Draco. Draco didn't appear to have heard Crabbe's interruption.
"Draco? Are you finished with them yet? We have to leave, so hurry up!" Harry called from the empty hall. Draco shook himself and immediately smiled. "Of course Harry, coming in a moment." He called happily.
Having taken care of that, Draco turned his attention to Pansy. His smile vanished instantly. "You. How should I finish you?" he asked himself. "Bitch." He added as an afterthought. Finally, he cast his curse. "Crucio." He said tonelessly, pointing at Pansy.
Blaise jumped at him, one hand still held tight to his nose. "Stop it Malfoy! Leave her be!" he shouted. Draco knocked him back effortlessly, savoring Pansy's screams of agony.
Crabbe stood blinking stupidly, staring at Pansy, who was writhing on the floor. At last, he drew his own wand and cast his own spell. "Stupify!" he shouted. Draco didn't appear to even notice the spell. Everyone stared at him in amazement.
After a few minutes that seemed to pass by like hours, Pansy's screams died off, and she lay silent upon the floor, bleeding from her mouth and nose. She had the appearance of someone who had simply died. Her expression was one of pain, and her body was contorted in a strange position.
Kenneth stared at Pansy's dead form in shock. He stared up at Draco. "How did you do that?" he asked in disbelief. Draco didn't answer.
Draco, upon thinking of it, turned back around, towards the door. "Harry!" he called. Harry walked in the door, a questioning look on his face. "Yeah?" Harry asked. Draco smiled. "Oh good. Could you possibly take care of the cameras and film around here? I know this is getting recorded, and frankly, I don't think we should leave them any clues as to what happened around here. You know how the Muggles get when this kinda thing happens."
Harry laughed. "Oh, of course. Don't play with the captives now Draco, we have to be going, so get finished." he instructed as he walked back out of the room, humming something under his breath.
"Now, Blaise, back to the matter at hand. How should I kill you? Avada Kedavra? No, that's too good for you. Crucio? Nah, I've already used that today. Oh! I know! I won't kill you, because I don't have enough time!" Draco shouted happily. Blaise breathed a sigh of relief. Draco looked at him.
"You think you're home free don't you? Well, it isn't a good thing that I'm not killing you. See, I'm taking you with me. I'll kill you when we get home. And I'll take my time too." Draco told him sweetly, grinning broadly.
Within seconds, he had Blaise all tied up, and the others dead on the ground.
A few minutes later, Harry walked back in. "Draco, are you ready yet?" he asked.
"Yes of course Harry, let's go." Draco replied, pulling Blaise back to his feet.
"DRACO MALFOY! You know the rules! We can't take that piece of shit with us, we haven't got room for him. Now put him down and kill him now." Harry instructed, the smile leaving his face in favor of a much colder look.
Draco shook his head. "Oh no, we haven't got time for that. It's been too long since I've tortured someone to death. I was thinking the Chinese Knife Torture. Shall we go now? I'm sure Aidan's waiting patiently." He added thoughtfully, walking calmly over the pile of dead and bloody bodies, and through the door, right by Harry.
Harry stared after him, a mixture of fury and amusement evident on his face. After a few minutes, Harry followed him. "Draco, would you like me to find your clothes, or are those Institution clothes alright?" he asked quietly, his eyes fastened on Blaise, who was being dragged along behind Draco.
Draco was listening intently to the long string of swear words coming out of Blaise's mouth. He didn't hear any that he didn't know before. "Oh. Well, I always wanted a pair of standard issue Institution clothes, so let's just get out of here before Aidan kills us."
A/N: For those of you who didn't know, Chinese Knife Torture is quite the torture. Basically you bleed to death from thousands of small, thin cuts all over your body. Like thousands of paper cuts! At least, I believe that's how it was explained to me. Next Chapter, we meet Aidan! (he's my favorite character so far. And I own him! Yup, he's all mine!) Well, anywho, review please! As always, let me know what you think, good bad, whatever. Any little review is good!
Disclaimer: Yeah, uh, if I was J. K. Rowling, would this really be called fanfiction? Hm? I think not. So no, I don't own any of her characters. I do, however, own the plot, and all the characters you don't know! How exciting is that?
WARNING: I know, I know, I forgot to post this earlier, but in my defense, it was in the first chapter. So, don't get all angry with me or anything. Anywho, here's your warning: RATING SUBJECT TO CHANGE. THIS STORY WILL INVOLVE DEATH, AND COULD ALSO INCLUDE SOME SLASH! IF YOU ARE A HOMOPHOBE, TAKE YOURSELF AWAY FROM THIS STORY NOW. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
So, without further ado, here is Chapter Four, dedicated to: Brenna8
Chapter 4: The Escape
"You ready to leave now?" a voice asked, followed by a figure walking in. His face was slightly flushed and he was breathing heavily.
"Harry, why don't you sit a moment, and we'll leave once you catch your breath? That was a long ways to run, if they were holding you where I suspect they were. Hey, Harry, did they give you the padded room? With the straightjacket?" Draco asked.
Harry grinned. "Yeah, they did, why?" Harry asked curiously. Draco motioned to the room. "Look around you. This is what they gave me! One would almost suspect they weren't scared of me. I'm quite offended." He added pointedly.
Someone, presumably Pansy, whimpered in the background. Harry smiled. "Did you want me to take care of them for you?" he asked. Draco shook his head.
"No, that's quite alright, I'll do it. I assume you took care of your 'captors'?" he asked suspiciously. When Harry nodded, Draco raced out of his room and into the viewing room where he saw three men and Pansy.
"Blaise Zabini. Huh. I always wondered what happened to you." Draco said, turning his back on him. "Pansy, yes, I knew it was you. Vincent Crabbe, you actually made it this far? Amazing. Whatever happened to your dear friend Gregory Goyle? Oh, he died? Huh."
There was, however, one person Draco found he did not know. "And who is this?" he asked casually. The man did not respond, and Draco was immediately annoyed. "Oh, him? He doesn't talk. Well, he does, but not to anyone he doesn't know." Blaise told Draco matter-of-factly. Draco absentmindedly punched Blaise in the face. "I didn't ask you. Shut up until I talk to you." He ordered coldly, his attention fastened on the silent man before him.
Blaise put a hand up to his face, staunching the flow of blood from his nose, and glared at Draco's back, mumbling something completely inaudible.
Pansy shifted her weight from foot to foot, anxious to speak, but too afraid of Draco to do so. At last Crabbe broke the silence. "Draco, that's Kenneth. He's a new addition." He paused fearfully, half-flinching from Draco. Draco didn't appear to have heard Crabbe's interruption.
"Draco? Are you finished with them yet? We have to leave, so hurry up!" Harry called from the empty hall. Draco shook himself and immediately smiled. "Of course Harry, coming in a moment." He called happily.
Having taken care of that, Draco turned his attention to Pansy. His smile vanished instantly. "You. How should I finish you?" he asked himself. "Bitch." He added as an afterthought. Finally, he cast his curse. "Crucio." He said tonelessly, pointing at Pansy.
Blaise jumped at him, one hand still held tight to his nose. "Stop it Malfoy! Leave her be!" he shouted. Draco knocked him back effortlessly, savoring Pansy's screams of agony.
Crabbe stood blinking stupidly, staring at Pansy, who was writhing on the floor. At last, he drew his own wand and cast his own spell. "Stupify!" he shouted. Draco didn't appear to even notice the spell. Everyone stared at him in amazement.
After a few minutes that seemed to pass by like hours, Pansy's screams died off, and she lay silent upon the floor, bleeding from her mouth and nose. She had the appearance of someone who had simply died. Her expression was one of pain, and her body was contorted in a strange position.
Kenneth stared at Pansy's dead form in shock. He stared up at Draco. "How did you do that?" he asked in disbelief. Draco didn't answer.
Draco, upon thinking of it, turned back around, towards the door. "Harry!" he called. Harry walked in the door, a questioning look on his face. "Yeah?" Harry asked. Draco smiled. "Oh good. Could you possibly take care of the cameras and film around here? I know this is getting recorded, and frankly, I don't think we should leave them any clues as to what happened around here. You know how the Muggles get when this kinda thing happens."
Harry laughed. "Oh, of course. Don't play with the captives now Draco, we have to be going, so get finished." he instructed as he walked back out of the room, humming something under his breath.
"Now, Blaise, back to the matter at hand. How should I kill you? Avada Kedavra? No, that's too good for you. Crucio? Nah, I've already used that today. Oh! I know! I won't kill you, because I don't have enough time!" Draco shouted happily. Blaise breathed a sigh of relief. Draco looked at him.
"You think you're home free don't you? Well, it isn't a good thing that I'm not killing you. See, I'm taking you with me. I'll kill you when we get home. And I'll take my time too." Draco told him sweetly, grinning broadly.
Within seconds, he had Blaise all tied up, and the others dead on the ground.
A few minutes later, Harry walked back in. "Draco, are you ready yet?" he asked.
"Yes of course Harry, let's go." Draco replied, pulling Blaise back to his feet.
"DRACO MALFOY! You know the rules! We can't take that piece of shit with us, we haven't got room for him. Now put him down and kill him now." Harry instructed, the smile leaving his face in favor of a much colder look.
Draco shook his head. "Oh no, we haven't got time for that. It's been too long since I've tortured someone to death. I was thinking the Chinese Knife Torture. Shall we go now? I'm sure Aidan's waiting patiently." He added thoughtfully, walking calmly over the pile of dead and bloody bodies, and through the door, right by Harry.
Harry stared after him, a mixture of fury and amusement evident on his face. After a few minutes, Harry followed him. "Draco, would you like me to find your clothes, or are those Institution clothes alright?" he asked quietly, his eyes fastened on Blaise, who was being dragged along behind Draco.
Draco was listening intently to the long string of swear words coming out of Blaise's mouth. He didn't hear any that he didn't know before. "Oh. Well, I always wanted a pair of standard issue Institution clothes, so let's just get out of here before Aidan kills us."
A/N: For those of you who didn't know, Chinese Knife Torture is quite the torture. Basically you bleed to death from thousands of small, thin cuts all over your body. Like thousands of paper cuts! At least, I believe that's how it was explained to me. Next Chapter, we meet Aidan! (he's my favorite character so far. And I own him! Yup, he's all mine!) Well, anywho, review please! As always, let me know what you think, good bad, whatever. Any little review is good!