by CrimsonNoble
A/N: Woo-hoo. The big two-zero. Joy.
Disclaimer: I make no claims toward ownership of Harry Potter. I do,
however, claim ownership of Ange. 'Cause they're mine.
WARNING: This is rated R for a reason. Should you choose to ignore
said reason, read at your own risk. Masochism, sadism, sensuality,
graphic violence, and harsh language. Possible male/male
relationships, and definite female/female. Quite probable threesome
relationship between any of the above. Ye hast been warned. Should
any of the above be objectionable to you, there is a back button on
your browser, a convienient hyperlink back to the main Harry Potter
section of the site, and a simple right-click will reveal an option
for "back", if your computer works like mine. Can't help mac users
there.
Spoilers: OotP, GoF, PoA, CoS, SS.
Chapter Twenty:
????, ????. 1322, January 31.
Raye's fingers twitched. They danced, absently playing an invisible
piano, and occasionally impacting either the gun at her side or the
knife buried in her left leg. She had chosen to do it spontaneously,
and the look on her pupil's face had been priceless. The blade itself
was not touching her leg, no, her clothes were indestructable. Instead
the material of her pants was rammed deep, and the blade pinned by the
pressure.
The castle--she didn't understand the wizarding fetish with castles.
They were impractical, isolated, and most of all, exposed. It would
have been wiser, in her opinion, to take up residence in the middle of
a crowded city, where the obedient wizards would be unable to attack--
loomed to the east. It was a rather poor attempt at looming, she
thought. Primarily because it was in the afternoon, and thus shadows
were cast on the castle, not by it. Furthermore, it was in a state of
perfect repair, and looked far more like a castle the knight in
shining armor would return to, not attack--something Raye approved of.
And finally, it was not lit with flickering torchlight. In fact, it
was lit with flourescent lightbulbs.
Unforgivable. There was no way such a travesty could loom over anything
with half a brain.
Raye's inverted eyes flicked toward Luna, who stood silently. It was
beginning to annoy her, how despondant the girl was. She had only
killed someone, and in no particularly traumatizing way. Her own first
kill had been so much worse.
She laughed. Better, technically. So much better.
"Luna," she hissed, drawing the girl's attention, "we are going to
enter at one thirty. The old monkey wants to make sure no one is going
to escape, so he's having some of his put up wards." That was annoying
her to no end. The old man thought she was going to do less than
perfectly. And she couldn't play her game of seeing how long she could
take and still exterminate everyone whilst they were inside the
fortification. "In any case, you are to stay behind me. Observe,
nothing more unless I explicitly tell you to. When I tell you to do
something, you do it. Immediately. Are we clear?"
She waited for the girl to nod before continuing. "You are not allowed
to defend yourself. You are not allowed to attack anything. You are not
allowed to talk. I do not care if Cthulhu himself is preparing to
jump on you. You will be eaten if such is the case, do you understand?"
Nod.
Raye laughed manically. "Just to test you..." She tore the knife from
her leg, "Carry this. Do not, under any circumstances, drop it. Do not
use it. Do not allow it to be taken from you. If you die, I want to
find you holding this. Do not bother nodding. If Cthulhu eats you, you
carry this into his innards. You will, however, not allow it to harm
him. Do you understand?"
A nod.
"I said not to nod!" And the weapon peirced the girl's arm.
The dull throb drew Luna's attention, and she tilted her head curiously
to look at it. Blood seeped from around the blade, which was yet
immaculate, unstained. Of course, Raye had made it, so that was to be
expected. Luna's brain switched into a loop, and her thoughts stuck for
several minutes.
"Time. We go in now."
Luna was not thinking clearly as she started to follow, or at least she
was not until Raye's hand struck the knife in her arm, driving the
blade into her side. More blood leaked out, and when Luna at last
pulled her arm away a brief gush splashed out.
Raye halted, her head arched, eyelids fluttering, eyes rolled up in
their sockets, mouth open slightly. Her hands convulsed, and with the
unnatural speed that had saved her life all of once, one shot out and
curled around the girl's bicep.
"Fix it!" She snapped, turning her head to peer around her own arm. She
didn't want to lust too early, that ruined the anticipation.
"Fix it...?" Luna wondered dreamily.
Then there was the sound of bones breaking, flesh ripping and burning,
and something Luna could not quite put words to.
Then the hand was gone from her arm--leaving a red mark that Luna knew
wouldn't bruise--and there was sudden pressure against her side. Less
than half a second passed, and then the pressure had...
Not so much gone away, as reversed itself. It took Luna a full second
To realize exactly what had happened, was happening, and then the arm
that was not impaled latched onto Raye's in a futile attempt to remove
it.
"Focus!" She heard, and then lost the thought.
An eternity passed, and then she was on the ground in the fetal
position, panting heavily.
"What...?" She asked softly.
"You did it fast," Raye observed, "I didn't expect that. Thirty
seconds. But then, I was telling you what to do."
Luna remembered a voice that seemed to stretch for infinity, and almost
asked if it was Raye. The thought of Raye's answer halted the words
before they left her mouth.
Raye hauled Luna to her feet without apparent effort. "Come on then."
And Luna followed.
????, ????. 1329, January 31.
????, ????. 1322, January 31.
Raye went in the front gate.
Raye was not a particularly subtle person when killing large numbers of
people. She had no particular love of stealth either. She was bred for
war. She knew of only one Ange that had ever been made for assassination,
and she had not liked that person.
But then, she didn't need to be subtle.
She destroyed the immense double doors with one blow. Destroyed was, in
fact, not the right word. The force of the impact made them dissolve,
or at least shatter into pieces invisible.
The sole sentry on the other side looked vaguely surprised before she
seperated the top half of his head from the rest of his body.
Luna heard a strange sucking sound in the moment Raye carried the
skull. Then it was gone, and she had crushed the head.
An alarm went off, and Raye laughed. It was a sound of pure joy, that
of a small child who yet has no real worries, made obscene only by the
circumstances.
The Action Express vaporized a man's head, and Luna took a moment to
investigate the body.
Nothing interesting, she thought, and then followed her mentor once
more.
Raye's arm wrapped around a man's neck--he had been foolishly
bombarding her with spells until she was too close--and she pulled him
in front of her, not so much to use as a shield as for convenience.
A mouth opened on her throat, and it bit down on the man's spinal
column, gorging itself on the blood and fluids within his body.
He died in a flash of green light, and Raye howled with rage, the mouth
in her neck sealing--flesh appearing full of burn scars for an instant.
Then she was moving again. The wizards were still resisting, or at
least the stupid ones were. The more intelligent ones were running, and
those Raye considered the smartest--though in this case an undesirable
quality--had either killed themselves or resigned to their fates.
The magazine of fifty caliber magnum ran dry, and the slide locked into
the open position. She promptly tossed it, and the ten inch barrel
split a man's head not quite cleanly in two. A laceration spell struck
the side of her face, and she laughed as it did nothing. She had fought
for longer than these insignificant--yet the most important things in
the world at the moment--beings could imagine, against weapons that
moved the speed of light, and faster. She had dodged them, taken hits
that would have killed a lesser being, and walked away.
These spells could do nothing to her.
Her eyes burned passionately, and the stupidest men slowly realized that
they were against something beyond their imagination.
Luna considered asking Raye if she knew her face was on fire. She
decided against it, though not because she had remembered Raye's rule,
something she wasn't quite sure the woman intended to be followed, but
rather because she didn't want to spoil the woman's fun.
Raye's tore half of a man's face off, and shivered with unimaginable
pleasure at the memory of it being done to herself, and better.
Raye couldn't remember how long she had been killing now. She yet
remembered, however, the face of every person she had destroyed, as
completely as she had seen them. Some were fragmented, though that was
largely because she hadn't seen them before their death, and they had
been none too whole afterward.
The flesh of her arm parted, and she whipped it around, splashing the
crimson fluid across the world. Stones hissed and melted beneath the
heat and akali nature of the liquid.
Human beings stood nowhere near an equal chance. One moment they were
standing, whole, cursing...
And the next they were quite holy men indeed.
One mouth was not enough to express her happiness, and so she made more.
????, ????. 1420, January 31.
????, ????. 1430, January 31.
There had been sounds for an hour, thought the prisoner. Laughter
welled in her throat, and she gave it voice. It was born of histeria,
she was panicking, and laughter was the only way she had to express
the madness now.
They were going to kill her at last! Free her from this hell! And now,
now there was this interruption! And she was still alive!
The thought, agony in size nine shoes, slid over her mind, and she
laughed again.
Then the door imploded, and she averted her eyes to protect them from
any stray shards of wood. What in the world...?
Then she looked back, and stared into the raging inferno that was the
intruder's face.
She screamed.
"Ooou! What have we here?" Raye murmured.
????, ????. 1435, January 31.
Dntfckwifme--FFN deleted you? Those unscrupulous buggers! I did wonder
what happened to your reviews. I feel so... loved. Are you salivating
on me? St. Helens? Marks down on 'cities NOT to firebomb during
world domination'. Raye's a freakin' lunatic. Problem being, she's a
somewhat intelligent lunatic. Masochists (or at least submissives)
running around in this: Raye, Kyaku, Luna(tic), Severus... Heh. On
a side note, would ye prefer to be called Dntfckwifme or Relle during
responses? On another note, what's your favorite Potter-slash pairing?
I feel like writing something slashy, might as well make it a gift
piece, neh? Mind, it'll be a one-shot.
imthaman--It'll go up on my website, the link to which should be in my
profile...