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Death...Or Something Like It
Abyss - Chapter One
A sharp, fiercely cold wind whipped at her body, causing her cloak to thrash widely about her slender body. A particularly icy gust caught
her off guard, stealing the hood off of her head and causing her rich, dark red locks to spill down her back. The tip of her foot caught on a half
hidden tree root and she went sprawling, landing hard on her knees.
"Fuck!" She yelled into the night air, exhaustion pulling at her.
She knelt on the snow ground, the frozen water slowly the fabric of her black muggle jeans. She clenched her hands as she slowly rose to her
feet, the thick material of her pants heavy with freezing liquid. She scrunched her eyes up, trying to fight the anger welling up inside of her soul.
She raked her fingers through her loose hair as she started off again, muttering darkly to herself under her breath.
"So they just had to send me off in the middle of bloody winter. This fucking mission isn't even that important! I'm not collecting any damn
intelligence or anything. I bet it's just to get me outta their hair for a couple of weeks. Fucking why though? They could have at least sent me to
some place warm..." Her grumbling continued her words swept away by the wind.
For several long moments she trudged onwards, attempting to brave the weather for the improvement of the Order. The snow began to fall harder
and she turned her pale face up to the sky. Little flecks of frost settled on her icy cheeks, melting into tiny puddles of water. She silently wished
for the clouds to pass so she could feel the gentle moon caressing her flesh like it had when she had been back at Hogwarts. Her arms slid around
her waist as she hugged herself tightly, deep nostalgia for her school days past coming over her. A very quiet sigh slipped out of her as she
started looking around for a place relatively free of trees where she could find asylum from the forces of nature. Within seconds a suitable clearing
caught her eye and she walked quickly towards it, drawing her wand from the innermost pocket of her thick robes as she went. With a simple flick
of it, a portion of the snow disappeared and a black bedroll materialized on the patch of yellowish grass. Without a second thought she settled her
aching form beneath the heavy blanket, casting a few shielding and protection charms before quickly falling asleep.
A twig crunched beneath foot and the tall dark figure of a young man stopped suddenly, several others drawing to a close behind him. He,
in a voice so quiet it would have made any eavesdroppers think it was just the wind, spoke to his companions.
"Do you smell it?"
The others nodded. "It is hard not to. Its reek of mortality and fragility permeate these woods."
"It will be perfect for the Choosing in a moon's time."
The four males shared a relatively frightening smile. The first one, the youngest, began walking forward again. He appeared to be the leader of the
bunch and as he silently slipped between the snow laden branches, his followers dispersed. He paused once again when he came upon a small
clearing in the trees. He peered through the heavy boughs and when his silvery hues caught sight of the form curled in a simple sleeping bag, his
breath caught in his throat. Locks the colour of freshly spilt blood spread over the black of the bedroll and onto the snow, contrasting deeply with
the infinite whiteness. Her flesh reflected the gentle moon light, her face glowing softly with some inner light. His eyes widened as he saw his
comrades closing in upon her prostrate form.
The sound of a small branch being crushed shook her awake and her sleepiness vanished in an instance. The Auror part of her brain berated
her for not putting up adequate protection and hiding spells, silently screaming that it would be entirely her fault if they were killed on such a
stupid mission. She took a deep breath, calming the shrieking voice and trying to listen to the far more sedate one that was waiting to be heard.
She slowly lifted herself from her bedroll and crouched on the snow beside it, listening as hard as she could for any sign of someone following her.
Nothing revealed itself and she tried to fight the nagging suspicion that there were more than one people surrounding her meager camp site. With
her free hand she caught her wind swept hair and held it had her shoulder, letting the chin length locks hang free around her face. After several
moments had passed and she was just about to ease herself back into the warmth her bag provided for her, when she could have sworn she heard
someone, a man, laugh very quietly. Her body became extremely still as the first, frigid tendrils of fear began to slowly freeze her heart. A twig
snapped to her right and she pointed her wand in the direction of the sound. She never had time to cast a single spell before three dark shapes
lunged at her, tackling her willowy form to the ground. A soft cry escaped her lips when her back hit the wet snow, her head slamming into the
earth hard enough to make her vision blank out for a moment. A hand was pressed against her wind pipe when she was able to see relatively well
again and she blinked hard, trying to make the silver eyes above her change. When the colour clicked she let out a sudden gurgle of instantaneous
terror that seeing the arch nemesis of your long time crush, brother, and closest female friend, the very same person who had humiliated her time
after time at Hogwarts, standing over the one keeping her silent.
"So it recognizes me..." He tried to keep the sudden disgust at what was about to happen out of his voice. "Well, you know what to do...Remember,
don't kill it."
She tried to struggle away from her captor, but a dark chuckle froze her in place. The hand around her neck grew tighter and her tentative grasp
on reality slipped, plunging her into the abyss.
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Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel