To be detailed or not that is the question. Honestly I was trying to decide how detailed I should be and what should be included in this chapter and I think I did the best I could. My beta still is missing but what ever life goes on. My word document erased this chapter on me and so this is my rewrite and it isn't as good as the first document but here it is. Enjoy!
December 25
12:01 AM
Lee stood calmly beside the hollow corpses of the three oldest Weasley children, the screams of terror humming from the prisoners made him crush his wand in his hands, this wasn't how he planned it, he wasn't planning on killing anyone this soon. He wanted his introduction to be smoother yet that wasn't going to happen now. Maybe this was better, his prisoners know how solemn he was now, he didn't need to have any false chivalrous. Yes this was so much better…he stared at the Weasley family with excitement, nearly jumping up and down with eagerness.
"George, tell me about your family," Lee asked looking up from his homework to see the puzzlement on George's face, "it's for this stupid project for muggal study," Lee lied.
"Immediate family?" George asked with a shrug looking lazily back at his homework wondering why he still wasted his time on such meaningless issues.
"Of course."
"Okay I guess I will state the obvious. I have two parents, still on a high of love that is amazing, I have no idea how they are still so in love with each other. I have six siblings as you already know, one sister who I love and adore, and five brothers who I also love. But you know this already Lee." George said and Lee smiled and looked at his paper again acting like he was reading the project description.
"I am supposed to ask which of the siblings you are closest too, your twin doesn't count."
"If I can't say Fred I would probably say… Ron. I know I am always harassing him and I am always so cruel to him but I can honestly say that he is the second closest sibling I have." George replied without thinking immediately wondering if he was mistaken and he should have said Charlie. One look at Ron sitting beside Harry with a look of worry on his face as he scribbled rashly his homework and he knew he chose correctly. Ron always made him laugh.
12:31 AM
Lee strolled easily toward the circle snapping his fingers toward a couple of his thugs who went to deal with the bodies of Charlie, Bill, and Percy. He stopped behind Fred and focused his attention on the other hostages memorizing each anguish ridden face, and secretly smiled. He ran a coarse hand though Fred's hair comparing his hair to his brother's. George's hair was always soft like silk, the softest and smoothest silk ever. His hair was much like a newborn's soft and as light as a feather. It was heaven to touch, even when tangled and full of tight knots or thick patches of dried blood. Fred's hair felt like sand paper, it was hard to touch, it was so hard to stand that Lee nearly jumped; it felt like needles pricking at his hand.
Lee hated it.
Lee couldn't help but hate Fred all the more for the difference. He wanted their hair to feel the same, needed it to feel the same, yet the differences made him sick. He released his hold on the messy hair smacking Fred harshly in the back of the head in the process getting a shocked cry from the frightened boy.
Lee snarled and licked his lips at the sweet screech echoed from the alarmed lad. Oh he loved it when they scream. Still showing the elder twin, now the oldest sibling in the family his canine teeth Lee stalked up to George. He laced his hand though the unruly hair loving the small jump and whimper he got as a reply. He was right; their hair was as different as he thought. He felt like his hand was touching feathers, comforting and rewarding, there was a note of true pleasure in how good his hair felt. It was heaven; he never wanted to let it go. He kept his hand in George's hair grabbing and yanking a hulk of his hair for a reminder that George was here, that George is back with him, and that George will never ever leave him again. He bent down slowly in front of him rubbing his cheek sweetly like a lover would do and leaned in for a kiss. George shot his head back in the chair and twisted his head away from the lips that invaded his personal space, the sound of his family cursing and threatening lost to him.
Another set of hands jerked his head straight again and George lowered his eyes not ready to admit the fact, the truth, George knew he had to accept it...he was too close. Lee laughed a little his hand yanking and pulling on George's hair forcing the paler boy to give up his lack of a fight and connected his lips with George's, the reaction was electrical. It was like a pulse of pleasure that moved though Lee and made his knees buckle and his hands shake. It was the pulse of horror and disgust that tweaked though George making his stomach rot and his mouth feel like Lee just shoved fresh feces into it. It was the rush of excitement that vibrated though John, making him keep a eye on Molly as he moved his hands down to the fabric that touched the tip of George's shoulders and pulled on it. He wanted that damn shirt off. Lee moaned with a spark of excitement and arousal that he had almost forgotten about. George tried desperately to release himself from the clutch of Lee's bruising kiss but the lips wouldn't let him go. It wasn't until Fred screamed with hateful outrage, "stop," that Lee released George who was feeling a excruciating illness from the harsh taste of a stranger's salvia in his mouth, felt the salvia falling down his chin, his head spinning with despair and sickness. He gagged from the foreign salvia still in his mouth, he refused to sallow the salvia, and because of his stubborn attitude he ended up hacking.
Lee didn't pay notice to George, his hollow eyes glued to the enemy, the competition. He released George with a push and walked over to Fred, his eyes red with revulsion, Fred's eyes sparked red with pride and the need for reprisal. Oh, Lee sure had plans for little Freddick, plans that will prove to the other twin exactly who he belonged to. Oh this was going to be fun.
Still he pulled up an empty chair in front of Fred and leisurely sat down staring at Fred with satisfied eyes. Fred stared up with slanted eyes, his breaths coming out in puffs, his anger overpowering his logic. Lee wondered how he should start the whole thing out; once it starts the rollercoaster is not going to stop. He knew he had to start this thing out but what to say? Fred was already opening his mouth, insults sitting on the tip of his tongue begging for their chance to shine.
"I am going to win." Lee spoke up causing Fred to close his mouth and making everyone else hush down, his words sounding harsher than he intended it too but that only made everything so much more exciting, for Lee that is.
"What?" Fred hissed out pushing his head out hoping to smack Lee across his head. Lee easily dodged the head butt and cackled.
"I am just telling you how everything is going to end." Lee whispered the last part his face more toward George than to Fred.
"Lee how come you never tell me about your family?" George asked throwing down his pencil and staring at Lee. Lee smiled at George.
"If I did than I will have to kill you." Lee announced than seeing the frown on George's face started to laugh, "just joking. God you are so gullible."
"No really tell me about your family." George said again and all humor died from Lee's face.
"Fine you want to know about my family I will tell you. They are bastards, both my dad and my mum. My dad is a trash not even a man, who had no wits and should never have been a husband and definitely not a father. My mum was a whore fucking neighbors and strangers like she had never had sex before, she always smelt like cigarettes and sex. My older brother is an emotionally fragile boy who just…his mental health isn't strong enough to be a independent and is far too easily to overpower. I hate them George, I hate each and every one of them and I can't wait for all three of them to die."
1:00 Am
"Who to start with…who to start with…" Lee nearly sang staring from one person to the other with bored eyes before finally realizing what he should do.
Perfect, brilliant, absolutely wonderful.
Lee stood up and started to walk away before changing his mind, picking up his foot and swinging it roughly
Fred cursed out loud as the foot connected to his tibia.
Lee released another round of laughter, stopping, blinking, a smile assaulting his features.
Lee spun around joyfully, false joy, and hopped over to George where he bent close to the boy and whispered personally, "it's going to start with you." George stared up at Lee with terror as he felt John undoing the handcuffs that bound him to the chair. For a moment he found himself enjoying the freedom that his hands just received and he shook out his hands. He shook his hands continuously until beefy nails dug into his skin. Lee turned back to Fred with a smile before turning back to George with a hungry stare, John holding George in place.
"Georgie…how do I ask this? Umm… us or him?" Lee asked sweetly running a finger down his cheek before giving him a quick kiss. George stared wide eyed at Lee, his head shaking at a hundred rapidly and Lee just smiled sweetly at him.
"Come on George, I am trying to give you everything you ever wanted, you should really take it." Lee said quietly and something went off in Fred's head and he stared at Lee in horror.
"Us or him." Lee tried again and George let out a very shaky, "please don't, just kill me, kill me, just not that."
"Us or him." John blurted in and George stared terrified at the older, rougher looking man, he swallowed the bile that threatened to escape and lowered his head.
"Answer us…"
"I'll do it." Fred screamed cutting off Lee's threat. Lee glared at Fred and George struggled to stop the onset of terrible words that he wanted to say, needed to say, and desperately wanted to mutter. John and Lee exchanged disappointed looks before John slammed the younger man against the counter. George didn't fight back, could barely function, he just stood there shock white and shaking miserably.
Fred felt sick and the click of the handcuffs being taken off only made him jump. John tried to lift Fred from the chair but Fred wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Standing up he marched toward George, his fingers shaking so much that you would have thought he was going though a seizure.
"Strip." Lee ordered to the twins and Fred glared at Lee, his hands vibrating with the terror and the stress that was being forced upon him. George lowered his eyes as John slapped him across his head, "you heard him you stupid fuck, strip." George felt tears filling up in his eyes, burning him, making him feel like someone jabbed acid in his eyes.
Fred watched his brother the entire time as he shakily unbuckled his belt buckle. George just laid there pressed against the counter shaking like an autumn leaf blowing in harsh winds. Fred shut his eyes as he pulled out his belt, he knew he didn't need to pull it out but he wanted to waste as much time as he can, not wanting to do the nasty deed that was going to be done. Fred didn't have the heart to look at his family, he didn't want to see their reactions, he didn't even want to see George's face.
"Strip damn it." John shouted again and Fred shot his eyelids up to see John smack George across his face, Fred immediately shouts, "no," and John turns to him.
"Fucking strip already." He hissed and Fred quickened up his pace, his fingers though was to shaky to pull apart his pant's button. When he pulled his fly down it sounded too loud in such a big room and the whimpers of pain that his brother expressed made him feel queasy.
"You fucking useless asshole if I tell you to strip I expect you to strip." John ordered again and George just stared back at him his mind too overloaded to function correctly. Fred stared at the scene, his hands trying to work on pulling the zipper down, his eyes narrowing as he watched John raise another hand. Fred released his zipper, his hands forming into sweaty fist and he took a step closer to the middle-aged man, his eyebrows rose, his breathing coming out in uneven gasps and when he got close enough he raised a fist.
Slap!
He found himself on op of John, his hands grabbing and pulling on John who was still dumbfounded from a perfect handprint slapped onto his face. With one hand still pressing George onto the counter he connected his other hand to Fred's nose sending the boy to the ground in a single punch. George called Fred's name and in a sprite of terror and anger he bit John's hand harshly causing John to cry out and wail about his fist again aiming straight for George's face, he would have made it, he would have damned made it if Fred hadn't kicked him in the small of his back making him cry out, his hands snaking over the pained skin. Fred smiled with the small victory at the sight of John screaming in pain forgetting all about Lee.
Slap!
Fred collapsed beside John, his sight unfocused as he felt pain itching across his face. A sound of ripping reached his abused ears and he shook as clothes fell on top of him, he felt sick, needed to throw up, oh god he needs to throw up, shit he can't do this. A hand in his hair forced Fred to stand up again screaming in agony as he felt his hair being ripped right out of his skull, it hurt like a bitch.
Slap!
In full out dizziness he fell against the counter, blood teasing him, escaping out of his mouth, mocking him as it disappeared across the counter. A hand picked him back up, another hand found its way to his zipper, and with the sound of zipping his pants slid down his thighs, his boxers protecting him against the icy coldness that the environment promised him. A cry, a wail, and Fred laid relaxed, his head against the counter his eyes skidding across his family, the captives, and the look they gave him made him hate himself, and the look that his reflection gave him, the one that stared back at him from the little mirror against the wall made him feel tired.
Another slap emitted pain across his back and he knew what they wanted and he grabbed a hold of his boxers and pulled them down, over his thighs, sliding over his shaking legs, and finally pooling against his feet. He let out a muffled sob as they slapped him across the side with a long stick and he pushed himself away from the counter and staring at the nude form of George. Eyes closed, lips clenched together, nails digging into the skin, blood pooling across the tightly woven fists, his skin white, shivers vibrating across his body.
"Well…do it already." Lee ordered pushing Fred against George causing both to jerk and cry out.
"I…I can't do this." Fred managed to spill out of his chapped lips and Lee nodded before shying.
"Cant get hard?" Lee asked and George let out a wail of despair, the word to disturbing to grasp.
"I can help you." Lee said in what sounded like a pleasant voice as he pushed Fred back against the counter before grabbing onto George even if George struggled against him.
Slam!
George landed to the floor harshly and George let out a mute cry as Lee ordered, "on your knees boy." Fred froze at the words, the unspoken words making him even dizzier and he shook his head.
"No, wait, I don't…I can get hard just need a second to connect my thoughts." Fred spoke out and George looked up at him from his knees, his eyes slanted, his face green. Lee stared at the scene, secretly taking in every last detail, this is too sweet for words, he is going to ruin the twin's relationship, this was perfect.
"I agree, anyways if he sucks you off you might get a bit too carried away, couldn't have your seed running down my boyfriend's face can I?" Lee replied twisting his hold on the locks and lifting George back up and leaning him over the counter again.
"Do it Fred, do it now," Lee hissed before pointing to John who smiled, "or he will, and he hasn't been laid in so long that I can promise you he won't go easy." Fred shut his eyes as he positioned himself against his brother, he let out a grasp, he doesn't want to do it, please don't make me do it, please just let us go.
Lee just laughed and Fred couldn't tell if he had spoken that out loud or not. He did a mistake and stretched his eyes out to his family and the disgust they threw his way made him feel even more distressed. He found himself whispering in his brother's ear, trying to comfort the boy who was not going to be comforted by mere words. Looking at the little mirror he frowned and let a tear escape mixing in with George's tears.
"Forgive me George."
"George, are you okay?" Fred asked jumping to his brother who cradled his arm in his hand, his mouth instantly widening to a smile.
"Just a scratch." George replied and Fred shook his head.
"You lie George, you are such a liar." Fred said as he gently brushed aside George's good hand as he stared at the hurt arm.
"I'll be fine." George added again and Fred noticed the broken bone as another voice spoke to them.
"Fred, George, are you alright?" Fred and George spun around to see Alicia running over to them followed by Angelina.
"God George what happened?" Angelina asked looking at the broken bone with fear.
"We were practicing and my broom just stopped working, weird huh?" George asked cradling his injured arm once again.
"I will get Harry." Alicia said not once glancing at Fred before running off.
"You have to be more careful I don't want any of my friends getting hurt." Angelina added and both twins nodded.
"Still why did your broom just stop working?" Fred asked in alarm. George just shrugged as Angelina and Fred exchanged looks of worry.
"Maybe it needed a nap." George replied and Fred rested his head against his brother's chest.
"I hope so."
"George, Fred." Harry shouted and the three looked on to see Harry running over to them his wand already out.
"He better not use the spell that Lockhart used on him." George mumbled and Fred laughed genuinely and rested his head back on his brother once again.
"Never." As Harry fixed his arm no one noticed Lee sitting in the blenchers watching them with hate, Draco sitting on the other side smiling as he watched the pain that George was in.
"Almost." Draco whispered, only to himself as he stood up. Lee smiled too evilly.
"Damn wrong one."
1:45 AM
Fred collapsed against George who had long last lost his mind, his eyes haunted, his mouth shaking, his eyes dropping tears, his nose red. George let out a strung of hushed words full of agony and pain and Fred, sweaty, crying, let go of George who just slopped to the floor. Fred put his face against his hands and sobbed not even bothering to stop them.
George curled up, his sobs mangled and twisted with the whispers he still was producing. Lee watched the scene with indifference, John was smiling, laughing, bending down to smack George roughly in the back of his head. Lee stared at the Christmas tree standing in the corner and he bent down close to George ands whispered, "see wasn't that fun. Was it everything you hoped it would be?"
"Fine don't you dare admit it. I though, found the performance whether enjoyable" Lee replied watching his 'boyfriend' still crumbled against the marble cold harsh floor. Then he turned to Fred seeing him barely staying on his feet, his face pale with disgust and disbelief, what did you do, and Lee smirked and turned his head again,
Draco smirked as he saw the approaching figure, he found himself pushing away from his friends, if you would like to call them friends, and sprinted toward the approaching bastard who dared to disrupt his joyful celebration. The approaching figure also quickened his pace, his wand held tight in his fist leaving indentions in his palms. When they both stopped they where nose to nose glaring at each other, daring each other to make the first move.
"What do you want Griffindor?" Draco asked with hate pasted on his snobby face. The other boy smiled his eyes hardening into toxic snake's eyes.
"I want to know why you are such a bastard." Lee shouted and Draco straightened up his face turning to a sneer and he opened his mouth wide.
"What did you call me?" Draco asked vigilantly, his friends getting closer, wands held high, feeling just as insulted as Draco.
"You heard me I called you a bastard." Lee shouted once again his eyes shining with rich hatred that shocked Draco.
"Why am I a bastard?" Draco asked, his voice low, his words laced with poison that only made Lee smile.
"You walk around school like a god. You insult anyone who even dares to glance at you, you smile when someone gets hurt or you purposely hurt people just for the hell of it." Lee said calmly attracting attention from passing students which shocked at the depiction they witnessed.
"You don't know me." Draco replied darkly before turning around, after all there was no point in fighting against Lee. Lee was a nobody, not even wanted by his own family and Draco was loved by not only his family but by his peers too.
"I know you enough to know that your parents don't care enough for you and you weep and scream for their attention but they just keep ignoring you." Lee replied and Draco spun around, his mind blaring with anger.
"You little…" Draco never finished his sentence for Lee hit Draco painfully under his chin leaving Draco with tears in his eyes and a bruised ego.
"Listen you little snot if you ever laugh at my friend's injuries again it will be the last laughter you will ever muster, understand?" Lee demanded pinning Draco against the wall. Draco stared back in shock at the darker boy before nodding and Lee smiled dropping the younger boy.
"Good, now get the hell out of here." Lee demanded and Draco didn't need to be asked twice but before he did Lee grabbed a hold of him again.
"Listen your family may be rich but my family are murderers. If I was you I will watch what I say to my friends, and that includes Harry as well, if you don't I will find out. Trust me; I will be watching you and I can't wait for the moment that you let an insult slip from your little mouth." Lee finished before walking away. Draco stared at the older boy in shock, did he just say his family was murderers? Draco made a note not to say anything around Lee ever again.
10:30 AM
"Oh look this one is for…Ron, from Mum and Dad. Oh how cute, lets see what they gave you, I bet it is once again a sweater, as they always seem to make one for you every year." Lee announced as he tore apart the wrapping paper. He pulled out the sweater and unfolded it showing it to Ron.
"Ron look what your mama gave you, isn't this great? You should thank your mum Ronny." Lee said examining the giant letter R that was woven on the purple sweater. Ron turned scarlet as he turned to his mum, her face drawn into an embarrassed scowl, not happy to have her sweater that she spent days on torn apart and abused.
Slap and a "tell her thank you, you ungrateful little brat." Ron glared at Lee as he mouthed brokenly, "go to hell." This only caused Lee to smile before hitting him once again.
"Mum thanks for the sweater." Ron said and Molly opened her stressed eyes to stare at him.
"You mean it?"
"Of course, I always had loved the sweaters."
"Oh how cute, okay look this one is for Georgie and it is by…oh how cute Ginny and Harry. Shall we open the gift George oh shall we wait until later?" Lee whispered to George who had seemed to be spaced out.
Lee waited for a reply, once he received none he shook his shoulders, "oh well we will still open it." Lee replied tearing apart the wrapping paper with alacrity.
"Look they gave you a picture." Lee said softy showing George the picture of his family, before the war. George head went to the side again as he struggled to keep his eyes open, he was just so damn drowsy.
"I don't think he liked your gift much." Lee spoke up turning to the newlyweds who both had tearstains down their face. Lee sighed before turning to Molly and Arthur.
"God what is wrong with everyone? You guys act like you haven't slept in days." Lee added and yawned in response, he hadn't slept in a day, stupid him, he was just too darn excited to sleep.
"You know what, I think everyone could use a nap, I know I could." Lee responded and everyone stared back at him with exhausted bodies.
"God can you believe that Toad, how dare she become headmaster." Fred shouted and Harry butted in with agreement.
"Honestly that bitch shouldn't be headmaster she is completely crazy."
"No, she is a Nazi." George corrected and both Harry and Fred broke out in laughter.
"Stop it, stop it now. She isn't a Nazi and she definitely isn't crazy, she is just unethical." Hermione said breaking the conversation up and making the twins turn to her.
"You know what is crazy? She is giving Filch the right to use more severe punishments." George added and Fred turned to him.
"I know, Filch is going to murder us." Fred announced and George giggled.
"Yeah right, we are too good for that."
"You guys are always being caught." Hermione warned and both twins turn to her shaking their shoulders.
"Yeah but that just means that we are just going to have to smarter and be quicker than usual."
6:00 PM
The sun was set when Harry cracked open his eyes and stared around. Molly and Arthur were already up blinking and glaring at everyone and everything. Ginny was still asleep, her body still tense with the stress. He wanted to move his hands, they were hurting him badly and he couldn't stand the way that the ropes were digging into his wrists. His bladder was too full and the tension upon it made it even more difficult to keep the liquid inside of him. His stomach was in shock as well; it growled and ached for food that was just out of reach, the smell seducing him, making him salivate. His throat ached with dehydration; it felt like his throat turned into sandpaper, making him feel like begging for water.
He switched to his side and sighed at Draco who was awake and staring at Fred with a sick stare. Harry looked too although he wanted to avoid it as much as possible. Fred looked while…just miserable. His eyes were puffy. His eyes were red and had that haunted stare that he had only seen before on George. George…he couldn't bear to turn to him right now…not now…not after what they were forced to witness. The sound of snoring was loud in the room and he turned to find Lee curled up on one of the couches, a peaceful expression plastered to his face, Harry hated him, hated him, he wanted to kill that fucker.
Molly wept; Harry wondered if she ever stopped, and he shut his eyes wishing to be at some faraway place where only Ginny and he were there, oh how great would that be!
Wait something is wrong.
The snoring…
Harry narrowed his eyes for a better look, the sound of snoring was still produced but it sounded more faded like the person was far away not nearly next to the circle. His eyes were narrowed and narrowed eyes stared up and he immediately slid down his chair breaking contract mumbling under his breath. He felt tickling on his neck and he turned to his wife who was whispering something, her warm breathes giving him Goosebumps.
"It's going to be okay." Ginny kept whispering these words over and over again as if she was desperately trying to convince herself that everything would be okay. He took a breath and forced a smile.
"It's going to be alright." It was those five words that sent a series of actions and reactions in seconds.
It started off with Ginny nodding her head, tears skiing down her pale dehydrated skin. It took a second for Molly to break into begging and curses, crying out for her dead sons and damaged kids. She set off Arthur who immediately fought against his binding, moving his body around pathetically trying to cause some form of reaction. He set off Fred who declared quite foolishly, "he hates your guts." It took another for Lee to jump from the couch, wand high in the air, mouth foaming with murderous rage. It stopped with a sentence though, "stop."
Everyone stopped, their heads purposely not turning to the person who spoke those words. Lee had stopped too, although looking interested at the family as if he was observing a family of weasels at the zoo. A thought came to him finally and he had a murderous smile on his handsome face that a stalking lioness would have as he tiptoed to the kitchen.
When he came back he was holding a butcher knife and a bubble of laughter oozed out of his mouth making his captives sweat and feel nauseous.
"If she finds out you two are doing she is going to punish you." Hermione warned the twins who all but rolled their eyes, identical smiles lighting up their faces.
"Hermione you are going to die at a young age if you don't start learning how to relax." Fred sprinted out.
"Honestly Hermione I think I see gray streaks already, in another year you will be a old lady." George jumped in securing the charm that he mastered in his vest pocket.
"You are right, if I have to kept worrying about you two all the time, which I do, I am going to die of old age.
"Don't worry about us we are untouchable." Fred nearly sang pointing to himself in a conceded way.
"He is right; we are god-like no one can touch us." George replied happily.
"Guys…"
"George we are done talking to the nag queen we will be leaving now." Fred announced pushing his head up like Draco would do and strolling out of the room of requirement. George watched his brother go with an amused smile before he was forced back to reality when Hermione hugged him.
"George please be reasonable, she gave Filch the right to use brutal force, I don't want to see you get hurt." Hermione tried and George gave her an honest smile before shrugging.
"Whatever my brother wants me to do I will do it without hesitance. Anyways that bitch deserves it." George replied as he started to walk away.
"If he told you to kill yourself would you do it?" She screamed back and George spun around and gave her a look she had never seen before. It was the look of lack of control and the lack of care.
"I would ask how would he want it done and do it without question. Goodbye Hermione, see you later." Hermione watched him go with worry evident in her face as she ran a finger though her hair.
"I probably am going gray already. I swear one of these days those twins are going to be the death of me."
7:00pm
"Okay I am going to try this one more time what did you expect me to do?" Lee yelled at George threatening him with the knife, the knife itself held steadily against his pulsing throat. George whimpered once more as he stared at the others for help but no one, not even Fred, would even look at him. Everyone was either staring at the ground, the ceiling, facing another captive, or kept their eyes tightly shut as if by doing so they would be spared of the horrors.
"Answer me." Lee shouted again raising a hand. After a minute of silence he smacked George and George let out a little whimper of pain. George honestly had no idea what Lee was going on about.
"George I am giving you one more chance, if you don't answer I swear you will never again be asked another question by anyone." Lee said in a small threatening voice. George tried to focus his thoughts but it was like his thoughts were all on fire, and kept running into each other or running too fast to give his mind a minute rest.
"Lets try this one more time what did you expect me to do?" Lee asked the knife now playing harshly with the nip of the skin, the knife dragging its pointy end from the top of the neck to the bottom. It didn't stick its claws in yet but once it did it would be certain to end the life of the host. George stared up at Lee in astonishment before muttering.
"I…I just don't know." George kept his eyes on the knife, his stomach turning, his sight dizzy, he just wanted to lie down. Lee sat back on the chair he scooted up and thought about something for awhile.
"That is wrong Georgie-boy. The answer is much clearer than you think. Keep on guessing." Lee said with an amused smile, he never had so much fun before.
"Umm…I don't know." George spoke again his eyes begging each of his family for help, help that he didn't get. Lee followed George's panicked eyes darting from one person to the other and smiled as he watched the family stare away, a look of disgust evident in their faces, it was downright breathtaking. Gently taking George's chin between his fingers he forced George to look at him giving the frightened boy a look of pure love. It only made George feel dizzier.
"They wont look at you baby, not yet, hey, hey baby dry those tears. This is a supposed to be a good day, its Christmas after all. Georgie, please stop crying, it kills me when I see you crying. Oh George I wish I could take away your pain." Lee said wiping away the traces of tears threatening to escape from George's puffy eyes.
"Why?" George asked pathetically closing his eyes and opening them, trying without success to calm down. He just needed to calm down then he can think, think, think, calm down, why couldn't he calm down. Lee gave him a sad look and ran a finger though ginger locks once again happy to be able to do this again; he always loved George's hair.
"Baby I asked you the same question, answer my question and you will answer your own." Lee said softy bending down to take those lips he loved so much in another quick kiss. He swore those kisses were just as addictive as drugs.
"I…I don't know." George said quickly his mind still spinning around different thoughts, images popping though his head that made no sense, nothing was making much sense right now.
"Fine I did it because simply I love you." Lee said softy bending down close to George's ear, the knife tapping on the prisoner's neck.
"That's bullshit." Ron blurted out and everyone turned to him.
"Excuse me."
"You tie us up in the living room and made my brother fuck his own twin, your 'lover' because you love him?" Ron shot back making Lee laugh.
"No I made them fuck for Georgie here." Lee finished with a smile and George paled in revulsion and Fred stared at Lee with deep loathing.
"Oops was that little thing still hidden in a closet somewhere. Oh well…wait, that gives me an idea its truth and dare time." Lee announced happily and George was still staring bugged eyed at Lee and Fred kept his eyes on Lee trying for the tenth time to find a way to escape.
"Any volunteers, come on don't be shy, someone must want to play with me." Lee said before pouting and turned to John with puppy eyes, "they don't want to play with me." John laughed before stepping forward.
"I'll play."
"Yeah, we have another player." Lee said bubbly jumping up and down, "okay chose who to go first.
"Lets go with little Fred." John announced and Lee smiled turning to Fred and gave a charming smile.
"Truth or dare." He laughed jumping up and down with pure excitement; Fred lowered his eyes and kept his mouth shut, his silent refusal to take part in this ridiculous game.
"Fine if you won't chose we will for you. Let's see you chose…"
"Dare." John decided for Fred and Lee gave a wink and walked over to him, taking apart the handcuffs before handing Fred the knife.
"I dare you to…cut off your sister's middle toe." Lee finished and Fred stared up at him in shock.
"No." Fred screamed suddenly, his screams echoing though the room, his eyes hard with sickness.
"You can't say no Freddie. You either chop off her toe or you will be chopping off one of your brother's dicks and shoving it down your own throat your choice." Fred shook his head as John released him and slapped him on his back ushering him on. Fred was shaking as he made his way to where his sister was sitting fighting for her life against the chair, shaken and nauseous. Fred kept his eyes glued to Lee as he got to his knees and relaxed the knife on her toe. After a minute of pausing, the knife held unsteady over her toe, Lee hit the counter which he was standing by alerting Fred to do his deed. Biting down his lips and ignoring the plead coming from the family not to do this he sliced though the toe. The sound of bone breaking and blood spilling to the ground made him queasy, he felt like he just drank ten beers and needed oh just needed to stick his head in a toilet and release everything in his stomach. It didn't help her wailing either, those heart wrenching sobs and pain-filled screams brought tears to his eyes and the toe bloody and abused fell to the ground by his knees. He jumped from the object turning around and throwing up, the knife still in his hand, covered in flesh and blood. He barely noticed it when Lee slapped him on the back and said "job good." He didn't feel it when he was led back to his chair and tied up again. He didn't hear him asking the next person truth or dare until he heard a shaky yet strong reply.
"Dare." Fred screamed in agony, not his mum.
"Okay, I dare you to...take the toe off the floor and make one of YOUR kids, not the two unrelated ones, eat it." Lee said cheerfully as if he was asking her to make them some cake. Molly was frozen in her spot, a sick feeling coming over her but she bent down and picked the object up, feeling the toe in her tightly woven fist and she had to grab onto a chair to keep her from passing out. She stared at her kids, feeling sick, no, she can't do this.
"Please, don't make me do this." She begged tears rip in her eyes. Lee shook his head, god this family are freaking all crybabies.
"Lady do it now or else something more drastic will happen, it's just a toe, its not like we told you to force a organ down on of their pretty little throat." John announced suddenly and Molly took a step forward and Lee knew who she had in mind and stopped her.
"Choose another person woman." Lee ordered and Molly stared back at him with madness.
"You asked me to choose and I chose someone." Molly announced and Lee smacked her harshly making the toe fly out of her hand as she went to cradle her jaw.
"I told you to choose another." Lee yelled and even John seemed scared of the anger that Lee was expressing.
"Please just let us go," Draco begged, "you can take George or kill him or whatever else you want to do with him but just let the rest of us go." His words sent a sense of unpleasant silence to fall over the group. Molly silently gasped, her face ripening with anger, as Lee smiled seeming to really think about the options. Fred was shaking his head, his eyes sliding to a enraged slant threatening both Draco and Lee who didn't seem to even consider him. In fact Lee turned to face George and George paled even more, his heart beating dangerously too fast for comfort, and he was beginning to think if the heart beat stays so rapid he is going to go into shock.
"Okay. If that is all everybody wants I would be more than willing to." Lee announced as he walked over to George and gave him a big smile before hugging him.
"Look George we have to leave already. Oh well, say goodbye to your family George." Lee said before nodding to John. John immediately went to work getting off the handcuffs and Lee sighed turning back to the grieving woman.
"I promise after he dies we will send you back the body." Lee said calmly as John pushed George up from the chair as George fought teeth and all but one body slam to the ground drowned the fight right out of George. He still was begging though, not begging the captors but begging his family for help.
"Please don't let them do this." "You have to stop them." "Fred please, I will do anything, just don't let them take me." Fred immediately shot out, "I won't let them. I fucking swear to god I won't let them take you. I will fucking tear them apart." John broke into laughter as he reattached the handcuffs so George didn't have an arm as he pinned him against the counter waiting for instructions. John had made himself oddly distinct from the hostage situation, this was all Lee, and Lee had to do this by himself. Man, though, was he sick and tired of the wimp's crying and moaning, he doesn't know how Lee could stand the boy, he wants to just wrap his hands around this lad's throat and squeeze until he fucking stops crying.
Lee watched Fred snorting for the hell of it. Molly stared at Lee her hand sneaking to the knife on the floor, if she could reach it than everything would be fine again. Just has to kill this asshole and her family will be safe again. Watching to see if he was paying attention to her or not she touched the metallic friend which would now be her savior and brought it up aiming for Lee's neck with anger.
"Lee watch out old witch has a knife." A voice shouted somewhere from the masked figures and Lee kicked Molly harshly in her stomach making her collapse to the floor the knife slipping from her gasp and landing next to Lee's feet. Lee stared at the weapon for a minute before giving a wink to John who smiled.
"I think the game is off John." Lee whispered picking up the knife and standing over Molly glaring at her as he pushed the knife in her hands again.
"Bitch you fucking made a huge mistake. You tried to kill me and ma'am that wasn't very bright of you. You could have killed you, you are a fucking murderer. You know what people say, once you kill then you will always be a killer. Once you try to kill someone than you are still always going to be a killer. What happens to bitches that bite a human Molly. We kill them. The same goes for human bitches as well. So here is the choice, you cut your wrists, here in front of everyone, or I will let John do whatever he wants with George. He had always managed to find such creative ways to kill people.
"No, no don't do this, you can't fucking do this." Arthur screamed, upset, feeling hopeless, staring brokenly at Lee who smiled and waited patiently. Molly stared at the knife in shock and didn't do anything else. Lee counted in his mind counting down from ten and when Moll didn't do anything he nodded his head and hit her again moving so she can see her son.
"See what you caused bitch, see what he is going to do with your child now." Lee hissed as John grabbed extra rope. She blinked before screaming loudly, "Stop." John did and Lee smiled down at her as she brought the weapon to her wrist and offered a mumbling statement as she cut though her skin.
"No, Molly, stop oh god stop." Arthur screamed, half-begged, half-ordered but Molly just brought the blade down deeper.
"Mum, why is this happening to us, please stop her. Fucking bastard tell her to stop." Ron screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Cut the other one now." Lee ordered and John watched in excitement his body still pressed against George, arousal evident in his eyes as he watched the scene in front of him. Too bad she had to die; he really wanted to try her out.
"Cut your fucking other wrist." Lee ordered. John placed a kiss on the neck, whispering promising words to a stressed out ear.
Molly screamed as she finally cut the other wrist and the blade fall from her hand as Ginny screamed and screamed in agony as she watched her mum slump to the ground, the blood rushing from her wound, her mouth open in a last minute pleas. Her eyes become dilated and whines escaped the whole captured audience, her eyes seemed to beg for help, beg for someone who fix her and make her whole again. She offered a last minute speech, barely pushing the words from her dying mouth as she whispered, "everything is going to be okay.
Lee smiled back at John before turning back to watch Molly fading away, her lips becoming blue, her eyes losing its lividness. Lee bent down and patted Molly before whispering almost to himself, "your right everything is going to be okay." Arthur looked lost, quiet tears fell down his face as he turned to his kids. He had to protect his kids now, had to, or else his wife's death would be for nothing.
John kissed George's neck again before being pushed off by Lee who growled at the older guy, "mine." John jumped back glaring at Lee before eyeing the body of Molly, he smiled and stepped toward the body leaving Lee and George alone, Lee, who immediately dragged George into another bruising kiss. John stood in front of Arthur and bent down so they were at eye level before smiling.
"I'm sorry about your wife; I couldn't deal if I lost someone who I cared about. In fact I had my eyes on your lovely wife of yours since I first saw her. Of course she is a little young for my taste; I was wondering is your mother still alive." John asked giggling at the broken expression that laced Arthur's face. John turned his head again watching Lee slam George over the counter and found himself smiling again.
"What do you want with us, why don't you just let us go?" Arthur asked shutting his eyes at the sound of a big slap harassed his ears. John too looked on nerves at the sound of the slap but smiled as he heard cups dropping to the floor.
"You know what; I am going to do it anyways." John announced and stood up turning and walking back to the body lying in the ground. Ginny groaned when she realized what he met, staring at him with horrified eyes as she saw him undressing Molly.
Lee watched in interest, stopping his assault, his eyes growing wide when John pushed his way inside her. He shook his disgust away as he focused on the warm body pinned down beneath him, fighting against him pathetically. He kissed his neck again, sucking on it roughly, hands circling the brand that he made moving his mouth down to kiss the brand. George was silent, in shock from seeing that bastard violating his mum, his newly decreased mum. It took a bite to his shoulder to bring George flying back to the harsh reality. He didn't know he was shaking until now, his mouth shivering so much that he can barely say anything. Lee…he kept whispering…whispering words in his ear…bad things.
"When we get back I swear to god I am going to punish you, you won't escape this time you little shit." It got worse when George could feel it, IT, pushing into his back and he let out another stream of tears.
"Please, please, Lee don't. I can't…please stop…I can't deal with this. Need to stop. Stop, god stop." George begged his words warping from the sobs. Lee just laughed as he pulled down his pants getting another whimper of complaint rolling out of George. Lee kissed the neck again as he positioned himself, George whimpering staring at his twin, begging for help. Fred stared at him with a weird look, a look that was a mix between embarrassment and was that hate he saw there too? George froze; shit does he hate me now? Does he blame everything on me?
He tried to stop the scream that he knew was coming when something…something sick and foreign, snaked its way between his legs and his breathing stopped and he looked around again trying to find a weapon, the feeling of weakness rushing though him. He can't scream, if he did it would draw everyone's attention to him, he can't let them see this, cant, wont. Shit, it slid though, the pain, the familiar pain, wait…was that a scream? Oh crap he knew that scream, it was his. Embarrassment raced though him as his eyes became blurry with tears and pain but he could still see his family staring at him and he couldn't deal with it anymore. He screamed again and then again and he thought for once he might never stop screaming.
11:00PM
Ginny couldn't stop crying, the agony of the day, the agony of yesterday, and the agony for tomorrow kept her awake. Fluids dripped down her mother's legs, down George's. The bodies were reeking. No one was talking, there was no reason to anymore, everyone was too exhausted to be able to do anything. Her foot was throbbing but she knew that others are probably feeling more pain than she ever had experienced. Arthur wasn't speaking, just staring between his wife and his abused son, tears forming in his eyes, eyes heavy with the need for sleep. Lee and John were resting, getting ready for tomorrow, promising before they left satisfied that tomorrow will be a grave day. Ginny let out a cry as she tried to break her bindings, Harry hushing her, saying comforting words to her and making here turn to him. He looked broken and that alone made her feel worse. She rested her head on his shoulder as he kissed her head; it was hard for both because of the uncomfortable chairs and everything. Fred just stood there glancing at his feet refusing to look at anyone or anything.
She shut her eyes as she listened to George once again, tied up again, feeling so much pain that it wasn't possible for him to close his legs regardless of how much he wanted to.
"Fred, Fred please look at me." George begged and she could tell he was struggling not to cry.
"Please Fred, look at me; please I need to see your face." George tried again desperate for attention. Fred sighed but kept looking down.
"Fred why won't you look at me?" George whispered before falling into tears again. He was uncomfortable in his chair and the feel of blood sliding down his legs was making him feel very uncomfortable. He desperately wanted someone to distract him from the semen and blood falling out of his body and the leftover smell of forced intercourse. He didn't know why Fred wouldn't look at him and he kept trying getting more desperate every time.
"Fred please…."
Fred was too disgusted with himself to respond, he wanted to die, and he knew tomorrow death will come quickly. He could have smiled at the thought and he whispered solemnly, a miserable excuse of a smile on his face.
"Death is the only thing tomorrow will bring."
My week has been shitty and I am so stressed out from school, I honestly need some sort of a cheer up.
My cheer up: one chapter left to go.
Respond, review, criticize me, whatever, just review. Also I had a complaint in a review from the last chapter-which I liked by the way; it's good to know what worked and what didn't… I know the deaths of Charlie, Percy, and Bill was fast and all but that was lack of creativity on my part and I wasn't happy with it but the ending that I was going to use needed them to die and I switched the ending during this chapter so they didn't really need to die now…I feel bad for killing now.
Anything else…I promise they all wont die, in fact probably only two or three more people will die and I cant imagine killing anyone else really because I like all the characters so much except for the bad people, so maybe there wont be anymore deaths or maybe I will switch my mind and go back to the first ending I was planning to do.
Oh and if anyone is mad at Fred and about to flame me about how Fred would never not talk or help or respond to George or whatever, he is in shock still from doing what he was forced to do and feels horrible and disgusted with himself for doing what he did. SO he isn't mad with George or disgusted or hates him he is just in total shock and doesn't know how to feel or what to do which unfortunately happens
Okay two people will die who should die? You can't choose the villains either because they don't count. Two people will die so tell me who shouldn't die or who you want to die or I will randomly chose two people from pulling names out of a hat or something.