Patricide
By Cassandra Sisenta
A/N: The second to the last installment to the ficlet collection of "Even Angels Fall" is here!! Finally, after some months. I'm sorry for not updating. I wait for inspiration to strike before I write you see, so that I may be able to give you something acceptable. Oh and despite the title, don't worry, no one is dying in this one. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, nothing, nothing…
Excruciating pain. It tore through him like liquid fire, flowing through his veins. It throbbed, twisted and burned in his gut then spreading to his lungs, limbs, head—everywhere.
Everywhere.
The pain squeezed his lungs, preventing him from taking in precious air and threatening an impending faint. His arms and feet fell lifeless by his side, useless and seemingly severed from his body against the pain. Throbbing electricity zinged in his brain, forcing away all his thoughts that could have given him an escape.
His teeth were firmly clenched enough to make them break. He longed to scream, to find release and relief, but he wouldn't do it. He promised it the moment he felt the searing pain rush through him.
He would not be giving his father the satisfaction to hear him scream. Not this time.
This time he wasn't giving up.
He will not see his father sneer at him this time.
He will not break.
He was down on his knees on the dungeon floor and he was sure that his fine clothes were now filthy, exactly how his father must think of him now.
His mother was screaming, crying and pounding against the steel dungeon door. She was pleading for him. She begged his father to stop.
"You'll kill him! Stop it now, Lucius! You can't be doing this again, you can't!"
"Be quiet woman! He will learn his lesson!"
He couldn't hear any of this.
With much difficulty, gray eyes hazed with such suffering opened a fraction to take in the sight before him.
It was dark and he could hardly see a thing until he focused on the man in front of him.
The man he called his father.
His father stood before him as he was sprawled down on this same floor. The pain was far from gone even if his father had drawn back his wand and he didn't have the energy to stand.
His father just stood there, almost melting into the darkness aside from his pale pallor, white blond hair, and piercing cold gray eyes. He looked powerful and he had idolized him so much then.
When he saw his father, he saw what he wanted to be: a powerful man who could do anything.
He hadn't known he also had the power to hurt his own son.
He looked up at him, at the tall man who looked back with unfeeling and expressionless gray eyes.
"He shall be punished for associating with Muggle-loving filth!"
"Draco! Draco, answer me!"
He had lifted a small white hand towards his father.
He learned his lesson now. No more playing with the Muggle children when they went to the park. He was going to forgive him now wouldn't he?
He was his father.
The boy was in pain and he had learned.
"I'm sorry, Father." He whispered, his voice small and childish.
"I'm sorry."
His father took one look at him in silence.
It took only a moment for his father to pierce the now-silent dungeons with his deep drawl.
"You disgust me, boy."
In a dark swirl of his robes, Lucius Malfoy turned his back, ignoring his son's plea for forgiveness and shattering the boy's illusions.
The shock of breathing in a large amount of air overwhelmed him, making him fall forward sprawled into the floor. He gasped and breathed in harsh pants.
His chest hurt as if a hand had reached in and squeezed his heart.
He couldn't move, couldn't speak.
His hands that were laid down flat beside him were shaking.
His feet couldn't support him and pull him up. They were terribly trembling.
Swallowing with difficulty, he opened his eyes after finding that he had closed them.
He never came back for the boy and then there was only darkness and his mother's sobs.
"Draco? Draco? Oh my goodness…."
"Mother…"
"Yes, I'm here."
"He hurt you."
"You know your Father, Draco…"
"I hate him."