Suicide Solution.
Disclaimer: see all previous chapters
I would say sorry about the delay in chapters but I've worked myself into a bad mood so I'm not sorry it's my story I'll update the fucking thing when I want to.
Chapter 43
"Voldemort!"
The Dark Lord looked up, a questioning look on his face.
"I'm bored" Cercis remarked, collapsing down onto the sofa opposite the dark lord.
"I thought I sent you to get a wand for your aunt?" he asked, a tint of anger etched into his voice.
Cercis shrugged, "So, I got bored and killed her. Can you call a meeting so I can torture someone?"
"You disobeyed a direct order!" Voldemort hissed standing up in his rage.
Cercis stood too. "Look Voldemort the only reason I joined you was because I believe you have the right idea at getting rid of all the little mudbloods and muggles. But that does not mean that I will do everything you fucking say!"
"You have before now!" he hissed back, his voice dangerously low.
"That was only because I agreed with them!" Cercis hissed back.
"And you didn't agree with your aunt getting a wand?"
Cercis laughed, "Are you fucking mad? Of course I didn't! That's always been your weakness, giving your opponent back a weapon they can use against you and as a means for escape. That's how I always got away, how I always won. When someone's is battling against you their only idea is to get out alive, you always lost to me because you wanted to show off!"
Voldemort suddenly had his wand in his hand and shouted:
"CRUCIO!!"
Cercis screamed. He had no choice the power behind the spell was none like he had felt before. He screamed and screamed and screamed until he screamed blood. He was screaming his lungs apart.
Sensing this Voldemort lifted this curse. Cercis was in a crumpled heap on the mahogany floor.
"Get up!" Voldemort hissed. "GET UP!!" he shouted.
Cercis stood, slowly.
"Whatever you sat, my lord." The line was in a mocking tone and Voldemort lifted his wand again.
"Crucio!" this time the curse was weaker but it was strong still.
Yes still Cercis screamed.
He screamed until the night turned to day.
~S~
authors notre: I apalagize for any spelling mistake made withint he actual chapter
but I am very and copyerly thoughrly drunk on brandy I can hardly type and correcting this chapter wass very hard work please forgive me n this count
wjhen I am sober I will go over it again and try and correct the majopt r ,mistake s if I can.
Tahank you for reading and stickintg wtithe me but I hasve had a hard time ot late and alcohol has so far been the bbest option.
Again I ask of you to forgive the spelling mistkes, if hey're are any., which I assume their arwe.
Thanks for your paience
Love Lady Mandara Snak3 xxxxx
Disclaimer: see all previous chapters
I would say sorry about the delay in chapters but I've worked myself into a bad mood so I'm not sorry it's my story I'll update the fucking thing when I want to.
Chapter 43
"Voldemort!"
The Dark Lord looked up, a questioning look on his face.
"I'm bored" Cercis remarked, collapsing down onto the sofa opposite the dark lord.
"I thought I sent you to get a wand for your aunt?" he asked, a tint of anger etched into his voice.
Cercis shrugged, "So, I got bored and killed her. Can you call a meeting so I can torture someone?"
"You disobeyed a direct order!" Voldemort hissed standing up in his rage.
Cercis stood too. "Look Voldemort the only reason I joined you was because I believe you have the right idea at getting rid of all the little mudbloods and muggles. But that does not mean that I will do everything you fucking say!"
"You have before now!" he hissed back, his voice dangerously low.
"That was only because I agreed with them!" Cercis hissed back.
"And you didn't agree with your aunt getting a wand?"
Cercis laughed, "Are you fucking mad? Of course I didn't! That's always been your weakness, giving your opponent back a weapon they can use against you and as a means for escape. That's how I always got away, how I always won. When someone's is battling against you their only idea is to get out alive, you always lost to me because you wanted to show off!"
Voldemort suddenly had his wand in his hand and shouted:
"CRUCIO!!"
Cercis screamed. He had no choice the power behind the spell was none like he had felt before. He screamed and screamed and screamed until he screamed blood. He was screaming his lungs apart.
Sensing this Voldemort lifted this curse. Cercis was in a crumpled heap on the mahogany floor.
"Get up!" Voldemort hissed. "GET UP!!" he shouted.
Cercis stood, slowly.
"Whatever you sat, my lord." The line was in a mocking tone and Voldemort lifted his wand again.
"Crucio!" this time the curse was weaker but it was strong still.
Yes still Cercis screamed.
He screamed until the night turned to day.
~S~
authors notre: I apalagize for any spelling mistake made withint he actual chapter
but I am very and copyerly thoughrly drunk on brandy I can hardly type and correcting this chapter wass very hard work please forgive me n this count
wjhen I am sober I will go over it again and try and correct the majopt r ,mistake s if I can.
Tahank you for reading and stickintg wtithe me but I hasve had a hard time ot late and alcohol has so far been the bbest option.
Again I ask of you to forgive the spelling mistkes, if hey're are any., which I assume their arwe.
Thanks for your paience
Love Lady Mandara Snak3 xxxxx