Chapter nine- Fight to the death?
'Flagrate' Montague drew a sharp line with his wand and a deep raw line appeared on George's chest, the blood immediately staining his clothes. He cried out involuntarily as the burning sensation cut into his skin. All of a sudden it was much harder to breathe. He dragged himself up off the floor, trying to ignore the grating feeling in his chest, every time he breathed. He stood facing Montague, and praying that he wouldn't have to keep fighting. His opponent looked up, a harsh unnatural smile on his face, as he faced George, ignoring the blood which ran down his neck. 'Expelliarmus!' Caught unawares, George felt his wand slip out of his hand, vainly he tried to grab it back but instead had to watch aghast as Montague grabbed his wand.
Fred lifted his head as he heard his brothers cry of despair. He watched, unable to do anything as the taller, heavier figure moved towards George and spoke 'Without tour wand, you're nothing are you' he spat. George backed up against the wall but could not escape. Montague, without warning, punched him in the stomach and then stood laughing as George double over, coughing violently. He was so busy enjoying the pain he had caused that he didn't notice the narrowed look that George gave him. Without hesitation, George flung himself on Montague, and taken by surprise the heavier figure fell backwards, dropping George's wand.
George hurriedly felt around on the floor, with one hand as he tried to stop his opponent from getting up. Too late. Montague had pushed him violently off and had got to his feet. George continued searching for his wand, his movements now frantic, aware that once again Montague had the advantage. His right hand came into contact with a long wooden object but his joy was quickly turned to agony as Montague brought his foot down, hard on his hand, crushing it. He let out a silent cry of pain, determined not to let his opponent see the pain he had caused. Grabbing his wand with his left hand he scrambled to his feet 'Petrificus Totalus!' came the cry and Montague fell rigidly to the floor.
George at once turned to his brother, and supporting himself by the wall, limped over to him. Silently he worked at undoing the chains that held Fred. He had released his brother from the chains around his feet, although the bloody marks where they had cut in were still prominent, when there was a flash of light and something cut into Georges shoulder. Before he could react Montague's voice reached them 'Crucio!' and once again the pain invaded his mind.
'Flagrate' Montague drew a sharp line with his wand and a deep raw line appeared on George's chest, the blood immediately staining his clothes. He cried out involuntarily as the burning sensation cut into his skin. All of a sudden it was much harder to breathe. He dragged himself up off the floor, trying to ignore the grating feeling in his chest, every time he breathed. He stood facing Montague, and praying that he wouldn't have to keep fighting. His opponent looked up, a harsh unnatural smile on his face, as he faced George, ignoring the blood which ran down his neck. 'Expelliarmus!' Caught unawares, George felt his wand slip out of his hand, vainly he tried to grab it back but instead had to watch aghast as Montague grabbed his wand.
Fred lifted his head as he heard his brothers cry of despair. He watched, unable to do anything as the taller, heavier figure moved towards George and spoke 'Without tour wand, you're nothing are you' he spat. George backed up against the wall but could not escape. Montague, without warning, punched him in the stomach and then stood laughing as George double over, coughing violently. He was so busy enjoying the pain he had caused that he didn't notice the narrowed look that George gave him. Without hesitation, George flung himself on Montague, and taken by surprise the heavier figure fell backwards, dropping George's wand.
George hurriedly felt around on the floor, with one hand as he tried to stop his opponent from getting up. Too late. Montague had pushed him violently off and had got to his feet. George continued searching for his wand, his movements now frantic, aware that once again Montague had the advantage. His right hand came into contact with a long wooden object but his joy was quickly turned to agony as Montague brought his foot down, hard on his hand, crushing it. He let out a silent cry of pain, determined not to let his opponent see the pain he had caused. Grabbing his wand with his left hand he scrambled to his feet 'Petrificus Totalus!' came the cry and Montague fell rigidly to the floor.
George at once turned to his brother, and supporting himself by the wall, limped over to him. Silently he worked at undoing the chains that held Fred. He had released his brother from the chains around his feet, although the bloody marks where they had cut in were still prominent, when there was a flash of light and something cut into Georges shoulder. Before he could react Montague's voice reached them 'Crucio!' and once again the pain invaded his mind.