Tell me how much you want it…
Wet shoes skidded on polished wood as the man dripping from the spring rain struggled to take off his raincoat. The black coat drenched in rain huddled against the wood and without better judgment the man stepped over the coat and continued on. His hands continuously caressed the camera wrapped around his neck as he hurried toward the computer, his shoes leaving soggy footprints once he stepped onto the brown carpet.
His back was sore and when he sat down on the harsh chair he moaned. He was out all day today. His soreness of his back continued onto his knees and thighs. It was because he spent the good portion of the day crunched behind a trashcan, the smell of rot testing his nausea. The rotting food itches away from his knee was enough to make him gag but he was too professional for that. No, he just kneeled there, camera held steadily in his hands as he waited. He waited patiently, watching from his hiding place kids playing on the playground, people walking around carrying bags, none of these people are what he was waiting for. When the person finally emerged, walking down a hollow staircase, looking lonely and desperate, the man smiled and starting taking pictures. By the end of the day his knees were bleeding and his hands were bruised but he still held a smug smile upon his face.
Now sitting at his computer, his camera plugged into it he waited with a clenched mouth as the pictures slowly made their way on his screen. His eyes burned from the lack of sleep and even his eagerness couldn't erase his drowsiness. His eyes closed and his head slowly went to the side, and he almost fell asleep if his computer didn't beep at him. He shook his head and stood up glancing at the screen for a minute before limping into the kitchen.
It takes two potions to erase the pain; it takes another to relieve the drowsiness. Lee takes all three of the potions one after the other before walking back to the computer. The pictures made him happy and therefore he can lose himself in the pictures for one more day, one more day, and then he wouldn't have to rely on the pictures, no he will have the real thing.
An hour passed, and he finally found a picture that satisfied him. Printing the picture, he turned the lights down smiling at the figure. He walked into the living room which smelt a mixture of vodka and cat piss and flopped down on the couch that's stuffing was oozing its way out. The figure in the picture was smiling just for him. The picture was perfect, perfect person, perfect position, and his, all his. The plans for tomorrow circled in his head as he traced the outline of the person before caressing his own body, going lower and lower before his hand finally was blocked only by the waistline of his boxers. That problem was soon solved. His hands kept looking until he found the pulsating organ he was looking for. Groping and teasing the organ he imagined that his hands were replaced by a mouth, a mouth that was too eager to do the deeds. He smiled even more, tomorrow his hands will be replaced and after that he will never have to use his hands again
12:30 PM
The taste of a metallic substance made his mouth dry and his throat sore. The smell of death and blood was ghastly; the smell caused him to reach a consciousness he wasn't ready to reach yet. He was still unconscious but in a weird state of unconsciousness where his eyes were too swollen and heavy to open but his ear was burning from overhearing his name being said. It made him all that much more embarrassed to hear his family speak of HIM and the rape. His body ached at various spots and at various times causing him to believe that he was dead and this was his hell. His legs itched from the dried blood and the bruises traced its way up and down his inner thigh. A bite mark made his left leg feel funny, it burned, and the crust from the blood seemed to tickle the edges of the bite. Blood fell from his wrist, tickling the wrist, his hand, dripping from his fingernails, spilling on the floor, his naked skin. His head sounded like a drum, pounding continuously, making him tired and hurt. Hurt…pain…god he couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted to lie down, just lay down, but the handcuffs bounded him to the wooden chair, erasing any thoughts of escaping. He almost cried again.
His ass hurt and he scooted uncomfortably in his chair immediately regretting it as pain rushed though his body. He gasped and his eyes opened, without knowing it he screamed. Whimpered, his eyes resting on the glossy eyes of his mum, he wanted to shut his eyes again. He turned his head, his breathing rapid, and was that wheezing that he heard also, and whimpered at the sight of Fred, his Fred. He scooted in his seat again causing feverish pain to race though his body and he wanted to scream. He would have screamed but he managed to hold it back by biting his lips, as he continued on scotching until he could easily rest his head on Fred's shoulder. He stayed like that for a while, staring up at his brother from this weird angle. Fred was tense, his mouth in a harsh frown, his face chapped from the freezing cold. Fred was shivering and George's head kept slipping from his shoulder only to find balance a second later. He nuzzled against Fred's shoulder and let out the tiniest of a whimper and took a deep breath. He stared at Fred's face again, memorizing it. If he should die today then the only thing he wanted to see for the whole day was Fred and even if he had to keep his eyes closed for the rest of the day Fred would be the last thing he ever saw.
George nearly fell asleep again, taking in the intoxicating smell of his brother when Fred jerked a little. George snapped his eyes open without knowing he even closed them as he felt hair tickling his nose. He blinked and looked up at his brother who was staring down at him. Their eyes locked and Fred smiled and rested his head on his brother, kissing the top of his head in comfort.
"It's going to be okay. I promise you. We will get out of this." Fred kept whispering, almost religiously as though he actually believed that. Fred didn't, George didn't, they knew what was waiting for them when this was over. They only hoped that Lee will have mercy on them. He smiled up at his brother as his eyes watered and the eyelids were slowly coming together and before George fell asleep Fred whispered, "I have to tell you that…that…I love you." George nodded, not caring; he had no energy to care right now.
2:22 PM
A scream of frustration and the waving of chains scraping against the back of chairs were like a symphony of death in the silence tomb of the living room. The only other noise was the ghost jousting around in the attic. Ginny watched her brother struggling against the handcuffs, his head still resting on his other self; she wished he would have giving up already. There was no point.
The clock was ticking and when the hour hand strikes six they will forever be locked in this tomb.
At six death will be visiting. While forcing food and water down unwanted throats Lee informed them of the less than happy news. Ever since then Ginny couldn't stop staring at the clock, the clock that was quickly ticking away, teasing them with the fact that the end was coming too quickly. Ginny were certain that she wasn't the only one looking loathly at the clock.
And the clock ticked loathly back at her.
"Louis, Lee, listen to me the only way to make sure that a woman loves you is to make sure that you are the only one she has. That's what I did to your mother when I first met her. God she used to be beautiful, well…I thought she was beautiful, chocolate brown hair a nice shade of black and eyes the color of sand. She was the first woman who I met that acted so strong-welled. I thought she was the greatest woman I would ever know. I didn't know at that time about how much of a slut she was."
"No, mum isn't a slut." Louis screamed and Lee just bit his lip and tried to clear any signs of tears that he might have, daddy always hated tears.
"Louis, don't pull that bullshit with me. Your mom is a whore, her mother was a whore, her friends were all whores. Women are whores, worthless little whores. They make you fall in love with them and then bite you in your ass with your own goddamn friend." Ryan whispered staring up the stairway with rage.
"What do you do when your woman dares to cheat on you?" Ryan asked his sons and after getting no reply from his sons just started to laugh.
"You have no idea do you kids? I bet that whore of mine just reads you her fantasy books all day long. I don't know how she can read those romance book, no nice and handsome man is going to come and swept her off her feet but she feeds you two that bullshit and makes you two believe that love is this great magical thing. Its not, love is bitter and hurtful and unrewarding. When you love someone you are as vulnerable as a fucking little baby, depending on that one person far too much, and end up with them ruining your life. No in real life you either get sucked up in that fake shit or you stay realistic. I'm realistic."
"That's not true, love is like the romance books, it can be nice, and you can be the nice handsome man and find someone just as nice in return." Louis screamed staring at his father with fear and disgust. He refused to think that women are just whores and that love is a parasite, sucking the life right out of you. Lee stood at the sideline torn between the words his father spat, which he was unsure how to react to such ugly words, and the love and devotion he felt toward the old drunk.
"Louis shut up you son of a whore. You are too young to know anything about love so shut the fuck up. Now I have a special treat for you two, a big treat, and a treat that you can never take back." Ryan hissed before standing up and slapping his sons on the back while leading them into the meat factory they never wanted to come to. While Ryan was pushing his sons into the giant factory Lee grabbed Louis's hand as tightly as he could and gave it the squeezing of a lifetime. Louis just gave his brother a weak smile and pulled the younger boy into his arms wishing that god would strike Ryan down.
4:00 PM
Ron was shaking.
Shaking with the need to urinate, Ron glared out the window; his reflection was the only thing that he focused on. Although not a mirror, the window with the fading sun shadowed him with a nearly translucent image of himself. He could barely make out the swollen eyes and chapped lips and the paleness casted by the nausea of the food he digested. He was cold, he thought, although truthfully he could barely feel much anymore due to the mental trauma that had made him numb.
Numb
He liked the feeling. No horror, no fear, no anger, no sadness, just emptiness, he hoped that at six he will stay this way. Numb. The only thing that he still felt, and at best it barely registered, was love for his two kids, two kids named after people who didn't even make it to their twenty-fifth birthday. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if by giving them those names he had doomed them to a horrible death. Yet he also remembered that names are but names and millions of people named Cedric and Alicia have lived full lives and died and he shouldn't be thinking such ill thoughts about his own kids. He couldn't help but wonder also if somewhere a Ron was being born or a Hermione was being born and he tried to think about the lives they will have, full of happiness and love. He wishes them well.
His mind wouldn't focus and he almost didn't care. The clock's teasing seemed all too loud for him and he refused, yes he refused, to pay attention to that damn obscene object. The clock used to annoy him as a kid even as a teenager and he always tried to peel that damn thing off that damn wall.
He used to spend hours glaring at it.
He would even scream at it.
Now that clock was playing its part in murder, a plan it developed a long time ago when people stopped playing attention to it. The clock's ticking was the only thing Ron could hear and the silence of the room frightened him, and he wanted to make sure his family were still okay yet he couldn't bear to move his head in case he should see his mum laying there her eyes forever open and a pitiful scream plastered on her gray face.
He closed his eyes and listened to the ticking of the clock, always ticking, he could almost smile as he whisper, "tick tock" and silently counting the ticks. It's been already thirty minutes and the time is so slow that it's dreadful yet too fast for comfort. It's just a lose, lose situation and in the end the clock will eventually reach six and then he will never have to hear that damn thing ever again.
He almost smiled and the ticking continues.
"Please don't do this. I love you Ryan, goddamn it I love you" Carla screamed, her wails bouncing off the walls in the hollow room, her eyes downcast to the grinder, her legs kicking and trying to draw up upon itself and stop the tip of her foot from touching the still blades.
Ryan watched his wife struggling and barely controlled his laughter. He knew she never loved him, just acted like it, he knew because he didn't even love himself, why would she? His anger and his rage peaked as he remembered his friend's warning, "Your wife is a little too close to your son's teacher, don't you think?" Ryan could remember laying flat against a flowerbed, watching as his wife drank wine while the teacher held her hands. He remembered his rage when she smiled a smile that he never received from her even after she became broken and obedient. He remembered her laugh, a laugh that he thought he broke the night he first broke her. He snorted and shook his head staring at his wife.
"And finally I hope you never fall in love kids. Love is the most evil thing in this world. It blinds you from the evil of the world, makes you vulnerable. Love will be the death of you one day kids, love will be the death of everyone." Ryan spat out taking out the butcher knife that he had so carefully hidden in his pants pocket.
He ripped his knife though the rope and laughed as she fell heavily against the grinder barely missing the sharp blades. John laughed again and grabbed his kids, smacking their shoulders.
"I have another surprise for my brilliant family here." Ryan announced in a fake amused voice walking over to a small locker where the company keeps the emergency equipment. Louis and Lee immediately ran over to Carla and tried to unwrap the ropes but it was pointless.
The sound of grunting and moaning made all three turn their heads and they were shocked to see a man tied up in chains being held up by Ryan. Lee screamed when he realized who that person was. It was his teacher, his teacher, and daddy had him bleeding and hurt.
Carla also gasped screaming out of desperation, "What are you doing?" Ryan just laughed, easily amused, the tears of his sons was priceless, the horror written on his wife's face was so refreshing. He turned to the man in his arms and he growled.
"What am I doing? I'm getting rid of unwanted tension." Ryan snapped throwing the smaller man to the floor and smiling when the man screamed out.
"What?" Carla screamed completely stuck with illness..
"I know everything Carla. I fucking know everything. I know that you are fucking this bastard." Ryan screamed, his voice getting higher and higher with every second.
"What are you talking about?"
"I followed you to this bastard's house, I saw you two holding hands, I saw you laughing at this bastard's jokes." Ryan screamed before picking up the man again.
"What are you doing?" Carla asked terrified and Ryan just smiled.
5:00 PM
An hour to go, just an hour, a little hour and everything will be over. George stared at the ceiling, counting down in his head following the ticks of the clock. A smile traced on his face, a memory crossed his eyes, and he held onto that memory as a salvation.
"Fred, George play cards with me." Ginny begged desperately, wishing for something to do in such a dull day. The twins stared at each other with uninterested looks, they didn't want to play with their sister, not because they don't like her, but because they were working on a new charm and didn't want any distractions.
"I'll play Ginny." Ron offered with a cheesy smile. George lost his smile as he glared at Ron. Ron always used cards to get something of Ginny's that he wanted and George was sick of seeing Ron take advantage of Ginny like this. Fred must have been thinking along the same lines for he offered loudly, "we will play too." Ginny smiled and jumped up and down in excitement, smiling as she runs off to find cards. Ron shrugged at his brothers. The twins exchanged looks and Fred whispered into George's ear, "Let's get a little payback with Ron." George smiled and waited for Ginny to come strolling back.
When she does and the group sits in a circle Fred volunteered happily, "lets make a little bet. The losers of this game will have to do the winner's chores for a whole week."
"Okay." Ginny agreed happily. Ron smiled smugly, not even thinking of losing.
"Okay then. We are playing Poker, three hands. The winner has to win at least two out of three." Fred volunteered and after his siblings agreed he nodded and grabbed the cards. He smiled to George who winked and tapped his wand against the cards slowly and carefully so Ron and Ginny didn't see it.
Ron looked so shocked when Ginny won the first hand. He was dumb stucked when she won the second hand, and when she won the third hand he was big eyed and horrified. Fred and George barely could surpass their laughter at the defeated look on Ron's face. Although they felt a combination of pride and sadness at the extreme gleam upon Ginny's face. She was so happy to win a game, it was the first time she did, and the twins wished she won without them cheating just so her happiness could last longer. Then again, the twins officially screwed themselves over as well, and the next day Ron and the twins walked into Ginny's messy room and groaned. Still, it was worth it, Ron never took advantage of Ginny again and Ginny was gloating for months afterwards.
6:00 PM
Time was up.
Ron couldn't stop the shivers that ran down his body; his numbness seemed to vanish as fast as it began. He could barely breathe as he watched the axe spin easily in Lee's hands. Lee just smiled, completely mad, completely lost it. The other bastard was kneeled beside Molly, a gun rested in his hands. He turned to Harry who just sat there, unmoving, just staring. Ginny looked deathly ill and Draco was crying destroying that tough man act that he used to pull in Hogwarts. Ron saw his father's clenched hands, saw Fred gritting his teeth as he again tried to break the handcuffs, refusing to give up. George was shaking so much that his handcuffs were swaying in fear. Ron sighed and closed his eyes, its six, death will be quick right?
The axe had stopped its spinning and Lee became withdrawn and still, like a statue, a statue of death. He nodded his head sadly. He stared once more at the captives and with fear Ron stared back. Lee picked up the axe again and Ron watched his every move, memorizing it, like a boy would idolize a soldier. Blinking, he watched as the axe was raised and Ron laughed with terror, the axe was pointed at him.
If death was near than Ron would welcome it with happy thoughts.
He forced into his mind memories of Hermione, the first time they kissed, the first time they shared a bed together, the moment they went on their first vacation, the pyramids of Peru where they had sex under the watch of a million stars. He thought of Cedric and Alicia still babies, and the horror of knowing that he won't be there to see them grow to be adults. Still he thinks. He thinks about how Alicia will be as smart as her mother and as pretty as her mum. Alicia will grow up to be loved and will find a nice kind man who will treat her right. Maybe she will be an auror, wouldn't that be something? She will have a family who is as perfect as she will always be. Cedric will grow up as an excellent quiddrich player, no, he will be a star of an quiddrich team, and will be a professional player. He will be rich and have a wonderful wife who is beautiful and sweet and they will have a good life and never have to worry about anything bad that life could bring. Maybe they will…
He felt the wind from the swing of the axe and all thoughts vanished from his mind and he closed his eyes only seeing Hermione's face smiling at him. A scream forced his eyes to reopen and Hermione vanished.
Ron shook as blood spattered against his face and his breathing became rapid. The screaming continued and he just realized that it wasn't him that was screaming. He grasped as agony gripped him, caused him to double over as black spots raced across his eyes.
"Daddy." Someone screamed and there was crying, crying, and Ron couldn't see who was crying. The sound of a hysterical screaming should have made him rip apart his eyelids; he didn't want to see anymore, didn't want to hear anymore, and doesn't want to feel anymore.
Arthur was screaming, his voice weak and full of pain and the first person was still screaming, "daddy," and Arthur was still screaming, screaming and wailing, the sound of blood dripping and a unnatural bump was heard. Ron forced his eyes to open.
He screamed. The axe.
The axe was covered in blood, and on the floor, on the floor was…and Arthur…the…the leg sawed off and left in a puddle, a puddle, of blood, a puddle of blood. Arthur was pale, breathing haste, eyes dilated, he was wheezing, and tears traced his eyes. Ginny was screaming hysterically and Harry was trying to calm her but it was pointless.
The axe was picked up again. Ron this time screamed as Arthur squealed, blood escaping, pooling out of Arthur's mouth as the axe tore though his left arm. Ron shook, terrified, as the arm fell to the floor. Ginny was still screaming, and one of the twins was still screaming for daddy, Ron guessed he was probably screaming too. Arthur was gasping now, his puffing for air became faster and deeper now and Ron felt his heart stop as the axe was brought up again.
Arthur screamed, a scream mangled and lost with the sound of gagging and rattling. Ron dropped his head focusing on the floor beneath his feet, at the scatter of blood that was staining the white carpet red. The screaming was mangled with pain this time, a little softer, a little weaker. The screams from the others intensified as finally Arthur stopped. Even without his screams, the room was ripe with terrified screams and depressed sobs. Ron raised his head.
The axe was left in the body, its blade harbored deep inside the flesh. It was stationed in between the 3rd and 5th rib cage. Blood was motionlessly dripping from Arthur's still mouth, his eyes dilated and discolored, his skin pale, his chest failing to rise. Tears ran down Ron's eyes as he turned to Lee who was standing there, chest rising and falling fast, a crazed smile smacked onto his face. Ron shivered, oh god Lee enjoyed it!
"I am going to show you how to deal with cheaters sons. I will show you how to stop them from ever fucking cheating on you again." Ryan screamed loudly smacking the man across his face harshly. Carla screamed.
"No, please don't hurt Jim." Carla begged hands together, kneeling in front of her husband, tears flowing down her face, washing down the makeup that kept her bruises covered. Ryan ignored her, Jim gasped as the bruises became apparent.
"Please don't hurt Jim, he is the love of my life, I fuck him every night, he is the reason I am pregnant again." Ryan mocked Carla punching the man, Jim, across his face. Lee screamed not wanting to see his teacher hurt and Ryan slowly turned to his younger son, face enveloped in evil.
Jim dropped to the floor. Ryan stepped over the tied up man arm raised, shoulders tense, breathing as aggressive as a harassed bull. Louis's eyes widened as he grabbed his brother and swung the younger boy behind him. That only angered Ryan even more.
Carla gasped and continued to try and get the ropes off of her, she needed to get free, she needed to protect her children. Ryan stepped up to his two sons and glared at Louis offering a rude, "get out of my way boy." Louis just stood straightly and took a shaky breath backing up toward the corner, where his brother could stay safe. Ryan started to shake with rage and within a heartbeat grabbed Louis by his shirt and pulled him to him.
"I told you to get the fuck out of my way." Ryan hissed and Louis scared shook his head, he wouldn't let that man touch his brother.
"No, I won't let you hurt him." Louis screamed and Ryan found his hands clenching.
6:15 PM
Draco liked people to think of him as a strong person; he liked others to think they were beneath him, because that made him feels worthwhile. Now, with swollen cheeks, and crusty eyes Draco never felt so destroyed and knew that he is as important as the corpse he is staring at. The corpse that was seconds ago a live person, a guy who lost his wife Shorty before he lost his. Draco wasn't strong now, no, he is crying and begging for his mum and daddy because they were the only people he ever had.
He looked over at Harry, his enemy, the person he secretly always wanted to be friends with. Harry was sitting here with an enraged look upon his features and Draco knew that the murders were killing him. It must be awful having your parents die and then the family that always took you in and cared for you is dying right in front of you and there is nothing you can do to stop it.
Draco wished he died first because he would whether die than watch a good family be murdered one by one and knowing that he will eventually be murdered as well. It's like being in death row and watching one by one the prisoners are brought to their executions. It's like seeing the person in the cell next to you being led off to their executions and you are horrified because you are next one.
He stared down at his feet, his feet resting on soggy carpet, he felt nausea when two shoes appeared in his view. Draco lost all air as he slowly raised his head. The shoes changed to teal pants which turned into a lose black fabric top which changed to a crazed face covered in sweat and blood. Draco closed his eyes.
The darkness turned into a woman, a woman with laughter in her eyes and the silkiest of brown hair. She was leaning over a counter smiling at him, seducing him with her rich voice. She giggled as she turned back to a costumer and Draco turned himself staring at her backside, of the perfect curves of her body, the way she shifted to her left leg while talking to the costumer. Man was she pretty. When the costumer left she turned back around to him, her smile warmed his heart. She smiled.
"Let's do something sometime." She said in a warm way, shifting to a more comfortable position. He smiled and nodded dumbly already knowing how out of her league he was.
"What?" He asked dumbly holding a romance charm in his hands. She laughed.
"You know as in you and I doing something together, just the two of us." She hinted her smile never faded. He smiled at her already planning an evening out, an opera, just the two of them, and damn it he knew that this could be a start of something beautiful.
A punch delivered to his already upset stomach caused the image to fade and in place was a pissed off Lee and diseased bodies. Lee bent down and smiled at the boy before picking up the axe again.
"I always hated you. You were and still are the worst human being on this planet. You were so smug with your loving parents and your fucking huge house; you never had anything shitty ever happen to you. You fucking bitched though, and you fucking belittled people, you made people cry, you helped hurt people, helped kill people. You should have been nice, you had everything and you turned out so fucking rotten. You didn't have to deal with your mum dying and your dad becoming such a bastard that you actually had to end up running away." Lee kept on screaming, the axe shaking in his hands.
"What did your attitude get you Draco? Where did your fucking attitude end up taking you? It took you here with me, with them; your fucking attitude ruined your fucking life. If you would have been a good person, if I thought there was a spark of humanity in your spoiled soul I would have let you live." Lee screamed rising the axe once again.
"Please Lee don't do this, please don't do this. I didn't mean…I was…please I can't die. I can't die on her." Draco begged the image of the beautiful girl was back, the smile on her face, the gleam of happiness in her dark eyes.
Lee nearly dropped the axe.
"You have a woman?" Lee asked and Draco nodded.
"Please I promised I would take her to France next week. Please don't let me let her down." Lee saw the honest look in his eyes, the tears of grief rolling down the younger man's face. Lee looked down at the axe remembering the words of his dad.
"Love kills." Draco stared up at Lee in shock as Lee stood up and closed his eyes before smiling.
"I'm sure she will be fine without you." Draco screamed when Lee swung the axe. Draco gasped as the axe found its way into his stomach the lovely woman was there smiling at him, her eyes still gleaming as she whispered, "I mean as in a date. Draco, I think I had fallen for you." Draco remembered the warm feeling that had spread throughout his body and how her lips felt as he spun her around and give her the most passionate kiss she had ever received. Tears sprung into his eyes as the lady danced to the music of jazz as she swept the floor of the shop. She was perfect and she was almost his. He groaned as the pain spread across his body and he was surprised at how fast the coldness was settling in.
Eyes too heavy… "Ver…" He never got to finish his statement.
Louis put a hand to his cheek as he stared at his father with saddened eyes. Lee was crying in the corner, the side of his face covered in fresh bruises, blood scatters on the wall. Carla smacked Ryan harshly against his cheek, the ropes which once had bounded her was ripped apart on the floor. Jim lied on the rough floor, his eyes widened at the scene he is witnessing. Carla lets out a blood turning scream as Ryan grabbed her by her hair and smashed her against the wall before picking up Jim again. Smiling madly at his family he threw the younger man on the belt before turning the switch. Louis shook as he wrapped his arms around his brother and forced Lee's face into his chest before resting his own head on top of Lee's. He didn't, no he couldn't let Lee see that, he didn't even want to see that.
Carla's screams echoed in the tiny room and her kids cried while Jim pleaded, and Ryan laughed.
6:45 PM
Laughing, Lee brought the axe down cutting the top of Draco's head this time. John poked at Molly not paying attention to the scene around him. Lee yanked the axe out of the head before bringing it down again, still smiling, still laughing.
"Stop it." Lee kept at it and the surviving victims turned away in disgust at the sound of crushing bones.
"Stop it." The axe went down again.
"You fucking asshole stop." Lee paused his actions, blinking again as reality set in and he turned his attention to the person who spoke.
"What the fuck did you say?" Lee asked though gritted teeth.
"I said fucking stop it." Fred hissed and Lee noticed how George stared at Fred with large scared eyes. Lee dropped the axe.
George bit his lip as he watched Lee coming closer to them and he shook his head and stared at his brother in fear.
"No, no, no. No don't, please don't." George cried out, fighting against the handcuff, screaming in agony as the handcuff wouldn't come lose. Lee stopped.
"No don't, please don't." Carla begged, grabbing onto Ryan's leg and pressing her forehead into his huge legs.
"Get off me whore." Ryan hissed slapping her harshly. She hit the ground harshly tears running down her face as she watched an innocent man get closer and closer to the grinder. With a scream she ran over to the button determining to turn the power off but to her horror she found that it was pointless.
6:50 PM
Fred's head went to the side as Lee punched him harshly. George was screaming again cuss words spilling out of his mouth. Lee didn't even glance a George, his eyes glued to Fred, a hand forming into another fist again.
"You fucking asshole, I fucking hate you." George screamed and Lee paused and Fred growled. The room was silent as Lee glared at him. His hands were shaking with anger while George was shaking with fear.
"what the fuck did you just say?" Lee hissed, his fist closing, his arm held up high. George just shut his eyes.
"I hate you." George whispered and suddenly his head went to the side as Lee punched him harshly. George stayed silent, blood falling from the corner of his mouth, Fred was screaming, Ron was crying, Harry was silent, and Lee just raised his hand again.
"I hate you." George said again and again he was slapped. A smile lights up his face as more blood ran down his mouth. Why did blood matter, Lee was going to kill them anyway, so George wasn't afraid of how much blood he was losing.
"I hate you." George whispered and the satisfaction of saying those words felt like ecstasy to him. He didn't even care when he was punched so hard that a tooth fall out of his mouth. Teeth don't matter, Lee was going to kill him, nothing matters anymore, he wasn't going to escape alive, not this time.
Lee growled, and grabbed the gun from John, pointing it at George's head. George stared unemotionally at the object, he didn't care anymore, he just didn't give a ass anymore.
"What…did…you…say?" Lee hissed and George smiled again.
"I…said…I…fucking…hate…you." George hissed out with the same intensity. Lee took a deep breath before grabbing George's hair and bending his head down, the gun pointing at George's ear.
"I should fucking…"
"Leave him alone you sick fuck." Lee released George and turned to Harry who just went bug eyed, oh shit what did he just say?
Louis screamed as their mum bent over Jim trying to pick him up or throw him off the belt but he was too heavy and she was so weak. The blades were so close now and their mum was begging Ryan to help her, help him. Ryan ignored her, watching her decent to death. Louis was screaming, just screaming, needing to get his mommy out of the danger. He couldn't live if he lost her.
And Ryan laughed and laughed and Carla gave up and just sat beside the man who was the only person who believed that Lee could be something. He was the first person who believed that Lee could do amazing things in his life and he could live life wonderfully. She needed his words, she needed to know that someone besides her cares and believes in her sons. She gave up, staring at Ryan as the blades became closer and closer.
"Ryan if you love me you would stop this." She stated because deep down she knew he loved her. Somewhere deep inside this monster, the one who stole her from her parents, she knew he loved her. And he would stop this and save both her and her friend. After all he kept her alive for ten years now, because at night he always whispers in her ear, "I love you," and because at times he was sweet. She wouldn't let her die.
He would.
He laughed, giggled as he spat back, "I never loved you."
7:00 PM
Lee was manic.
His laughter cascaded though the room as he stood in front of Harry, the gun held steadily in his hands. Harry stared at the gun with intensity, he refused to give up, he refused to believe that he will die. He switched his view from Lee to Ginny, his Ginny, and released a shaky breath that he didn't know he was holding.
Harry turned to look at Ron, his best friend, trying to get out of the bounding. Harry gave a smile to Ron and Ron halted and stared back his face tangled with emotions. Harry could hear the safety being taken off and Harry looked to Fred who was sitting there lip busted and frustrated tears rolling down his face as he struggled against his handcuffs. Harry looked to George who was just sitting there eyes closed. Then Harry looked at the corpse of Draco. Harry shut his eyes.
"I never could tell if I hated you or not. There was times where you were kind and caring and you showed compassion when others just shown apathy. Then there was times when all I wanted to do was throw you off the astronomy tower. There was times where you made me feel like shit and times where you made me feel worthwhile. Still, looking at you know, looking at everyone here…I see the real you. You are just a pathetic man who should have died years ago. Looking at everyone here…no one here deserves to live. You are all so pathetic and disgusting; it will be a crime to let anyone leave this place alive. And now Harry, and now… I'm going to be the one; I am going to be famous all because of you. I am going to be known as the person who killed the chosen one and everyone he damn cared about." Lee's voice echoed throughout the room and Ron looked stupefied and Harry felt a chill rush though his body as Lee's words echoed inside his head.
Lee winked at Harry, raising the gun toward his head, and Ginny was squealing like a kid. Ron was crying, screaming with frustration as his bounding refused to release him. Harry stared at the barrel of the gun, his eyes closing as Lee's hands brought back the trigger.
Lee slapped Harry across his face causing Harry's eyes to open again. Lee was close to him and harry had goose bumps when Lee whispered almost lovingly, "I can't shoot you yet. I need you to suffer first." Harry's eyes widened as Lee, not moving from his spot, pointed his gun…Harry cried out…it was pointed at Ginny.
The trigger was pulled and…it missed…Harry held back his breath as Lee pulled the trigger again and…missed again…Harry rolled his head back a bit as Lee cursed. The trigger was pulled again and Harry was so sure he'll miss again…the scream of pain admitted by his wife made his heart stop and his head snapped up. Blood rushed from her chest.
"Ginny? No, no you fucking…Ginny don't die. Please baby, don't die on me. Fight it Ginny, fucking fight it Ginny…" Harry's sob infested screams was cut short when Lee backhanded him with the side of the gun before laughing.
"Isn't this beautiful? Watch her trying to fight for life. Look at how fast her little heart is beating. Look at how fast the blood is spreading. Look at her looking at you, so hurt; she is so hurt that you are not saving her. Look at her trying to speak. Oops it looks like the blood loss is too much for her look at how her eyes are closing. Look at those beautiful little lips of hers still making movement. Harry, she needs your help so much. Oh look I think she understands that you are not going to rescue her, look her defeated she looks. You defeated her Harry; you defeated your own wife, what kind of bastard does that to his own wife?" Lee asked, slapping Harry again and Harry was just frozen watching his lover dying. She was wheezing now, painful grunts making its way though her open lips. She was breathing too fast and her chest was slowing down and pretty soon her wheezing halted and her chest unmoving and her eyes closed.
Lee was laughing again slapping Harry across his back and his question sounded so far away, "was that enough suffering for you or should I kill another?" Harry wanted to know why it mattered, they were all died anyways.
"Okay then, I think that was enough for you." Lee replied and the gun was back to him again. Harry just went back to look at Ginny, memories rushed though his mind. Ginny walking on the beach of Maui, Ginny in the wedding dress, Ginny saying I do, Ginny kissing him. Ginny hiking with her brothers, Ginny wearing a throng and nothing else rushed into his mind and he smiled. Most importantly he remembered what she told him during the war, "it doesn't matter if I die or you die, it just matters that the person who didn't die does everything in their power to survive." Harry opened his eyes, he can't die, he had to survive for Ginny.
He already knew that Lee was an awful shooter so if he tried hard enough, if he leaned to the side at the right moment…Lee was at an angle to his left…if Harry stayed in this position it would hit his armpit. If Harry went to the right it would hit his chest…if Harry went to the left…it would hit him in his arm if anything.
He waited, the trigger was pulled back and Harry scooted quickly to the left. It glazed his arm and he struggled not to let out a cry as he drew his head down. He needed to look like he had been shot in his chest. The position was awkward and his body was rejecting the position but if Harry wanted to stay alive than he can't move and he cant move his chest. He had to stay still. That was such a hard thing to do and he wondered if Lee would fall for this at all.
Louis yanked his brother to him again and turned them around so they wouldn't have to watch their mom meet the grinder but still…they could hear it, the crunching of bones, they still heard it when the screams finally died away, and they dad's laughter intensified.
"And see that, that bitch will never ever cheat on me again. That whore got everything she deserved." Louis just hugged his crying brother and tried to hide his own. It was hard, when their mother's hand was still not quite in the grinder yet or the grinded up meat coming from the grinder. And their father was smiling, "two assholes died today."
7:30 PM
The body count kept rising. Three left, three people still alive. It was enough to make Fred shit his pants. His eyes burnt from the leftover tears and his mouth sore from the continuous screaming. If he survived this hell his eyes will eventually stop stinging and his throat will be fine once but the trauma from this experience will forever stay. He hated this, the feeling of being a failure never easing. Ginny's death hit him hard. She was his baby sister and he always thought that out of all his siblings Ginny would be the one to reach great heights.
Ron's head was bent but Fred could still tell he was bleeding. George was too looking down the bruises on his face just so damn horrible that it was eerie. They were all at this point just too overwhelmed to really think logical and all they wanted to do was just…die. Which was funny because they didn't want to see anyone else die, they all wished that they would die first therefore they wouldn't have to see the others dying.
Lee…Lee was still staring at Harry, looking for any sign of life, because Lee was too suspicious and Harry died so fast. Finally Lee turned to the remaining Weasleys, seeing how they sat there shaking and their eyes were just so destroyed that it was breathtaking. Lee smiled, "three more to go."
"Who should be next?" Lee asked the surviving victims and the victims just sat there heads downcast. Lee laughed at the group.
"Fine be that way. I will just have to do it myself. Let's see…I know everyone pick a number from 1 to 1o." Lee announced happily. The victims barely looked up.
"You have to play the game unless I will have to find another game for everyone to play. You wouldn't want that would you?" Lee asked again, loading his pistol once again.
"One." George finally croaked out and Lee smiled, of course George would always be wrong, at least in this game.
"Eight." Fred whispered and Lee shrugged, Fred would unfortunately always be wrong as well.
"Four." Ron said calmly and Lee smiled. Ron would have been correct regardless of what number he picked.
Lee smiled, lifting his hand with the gun and smiling at Ron, "you sir are correct." George screamed when the leaver was pulled, and Fred shut his eyes tightly. It hit Ron in the collarbone, but the force caused him luckily to pass out, so he looked dead to both the twins and the killers. Still it made Fred cry and it made George scream and it made Lee smile hungrily.
"And then there were two." Lee whispered.
Lee was just staring at the grinder, his face unreadable, and Louis was staring at the wall, his face full of misery. Their father had left, leaving them alone, locked them in the room for a whole night. Louis was about to lay down and get some sleep when Lee bursted out in tears again. Louis wrapped his arms around his brother and hushed him down.
"Its okay Lee." Louis whispered, kissing his brother's forehead before sitting them both down facing away from the grinder. The two kids were silent for a while and Louis nearly fall asleep if it wasn't for Lee's cracked voice.
"Louis?"
"Yes Lee?"
"Why did daddy kill mum?" Lee asked and Louis fought back tears.
"Because he's a bad man Lee."
"Oh well I don't ever want to be like him." Lee whispered and Louis fought back tears.
"I'm happy to hear that." Louis replied brokenly, his teary bruised face showing the pain he felt on the inside.
"Louis…if I ever turn out like dad…"
"You won't Lee." Louis hissed and Lee smiled at his brother.
"I know…but if I do, you will stop me right?"
"What?" Louis hissed staring at his younger brother in shock.
"If I am like daddy when I'm older you will do whatever it takes to stop me from hurting people right?" Lee pathetically asked looking straight into his brother's dark eyes. A tear made its way down Louis's cheek and Lee wiped it away.
"I would stop you, you know?" Lee said looking down at his feet.
"Please, make sure I never hurt anyone." Lee begged and it only caused Louis to break down and cried again.
8:50 PM
George leaned against Fred, his body shaking like a leaf. Fred with tears in his eyes rested his head on George's and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. They didn't know that the bullet missed Harry completely. They didn't know that Ron was only shot in his collarbone and that he too was still alive. The younger men sat with their heads bent, and had managed to calm their breathing, knowing that by faking death it was the only way to live. Maybe if the twins knew this they wouldn't have lost all their hope.
"I love you." George whispered and Fred immediately nodded against him.
"I know babe, I know." Fred replied and he couldn't look away from the blood on the long t-shirt. Nor could he look away from the dried blood on George's thighs. George could feel his brother's eyes on him and he bit his lip to keep the sob from escaping as he nudged his head into his brother's shoulders again and tried to not focus on the dreadful pain.
Fred bit his lips too as he listened to Lee talking over something with John about their fate. It wasn't fair. Fred nudged George again as he whispered brokenly, "I'm so sorry. I failed, I failed at protecting you." George just sobbed and closed his eyes, nodding against his twin's shoulder.
"I'm so sorry. I ruined everything." George replied brokenly staring at everyone he cared about…dead. He couldn't stop the sob from escaping and he wondered if Fred was sick of him already.
"Fred, can you please…"
"Please what?" Fred asked brokenly. George closed his eyes.
"Please, I know…you don't like me like how I like you but…I don't want to die without…it doesn't have to be long…" George was silenced when Fred pushed his lips against his. Fred pulled away quickly tears falling easily down his face. George was crying too.
"I love you." Fred whispered back.
"I love you so much." George said between sobs and Fred nodded not daring to say anything.
"Please…can you grant me another kiss?" George begged brokenly Fred nodded kissing the side of his brother's lips before pressing his lips fully on his brother's again. Fred knew…one French kiss wouldn't hurt would it? Fred opened his mouth wide allowing his brother, if he wanted, to French kiss him. It seemed like after hesitating for a few seconds George took advantage of the opportunity.
The kiss, although not uncomfortable, wasn't…Fred was only doing this for his brother, for one comfort before death. Still…it was awkward and Fred wasn't sure how to feel about it. The tongue in his mouth was nice… but then again…their kiss stopped as soon as George's chair was jousted backwards causing the chair to collapse on the floor. Fred screamed but instantly stopped when he came face to face with the cold metal gun. His eyes glanced to his right where Lee was glaring down at George, one hand in his hair, the other raised. John was screaming at Fred and the sound of Lee's slapping was too loud in the room.
"What the fuck?" John screamed smacking him across his face with the gun. Fred gasped.
"Why would you do that?" Lee screamed in between slaps and Fred bit his lip as he heard his brother whimper as a response.
"Fucking asshole." John hissed.
"You are mine bitch. You belong to me. I am the only one who is allowed to touch your fucking mouth." Lee screamed even louder punching George over and over again. George let out a wail and Fred was screaming again and Lee was manic and John wanted to be done with this already.
"Lee, it's eight, it's time to end this shit." John hissed, smacking Fred once more with the gun. John was scuffled out of way by Lee who took the gun from Lee and smiled madly at Fred.
"I have wanted to do this for so long. Every since I found out that he likes you and now, now you will never come between us." Lee said as he put the gun to Fred's head. George immediately screamed, fighting against the handcuffs with velocity but stopped once John kicked him in the head. He did let out a whimper of pain though.
"It looks like I won." Lee whispered and he went to pull the trigger.
"Lee." George screamed and Fred looked over and Lee went to pull the trigger. George screamed, fighting against his chains as he watched his brother go limp in the chair. He felt dizzy and he nearly lost consciousness. John was laughing, Lee smiled.
George screamed and John laughed and Lee just smiled.
The gun was dropped, unimportant, and Lee bent down to kneel beside George. Lee kissed his cheek, whispering, "See now I'm the only one you have left." George took a shaky breath and stared up at the limp form of his brother. He shut his eyes. Lee smoothed back George's hair before unlocking the handcuffs. As soon as the handcuffs were gone George, knowing that Fred would have wanted him to, immediately jumped up running to the door but John grabbed onto his legs causing his fall. George screamed at the pain as he landed harshly on his foot and the sound of his ankle breaking was so loud in the room. He screamed again as John kicked him. He stopped his screaming when John kicked him on the side of his head.
Barely conscious George felt someone picking him up. His nose was bleeding, his head was pounding and with the sound of a door opening he let the tears run again. His eyesight still bleary he saw Ron moving and he almost stopped breathing. Lee didn't see. George was so dizzy and he couldn't believe…Lee didn't plan on killing him all this time…and he didn't want to…he didn't want to be alive anymore if that meant being taken again.
His hands reach out trying to find something that he could grab onto, keep him here. There was the clock but he couldn't grab onto it never mind holding onto it. He tried one more time, at the front door to grab a hold of the doorframe and he had no doubt that he couldn't hold onto it but he had to try. He had to try…had to try…had to…the doorframe was five steps behind him now and he could do nothing but grip the air as he held back tears. And Lee was talking to him…smiling at him…and John was up ahead…and Fred was back there…and he couldn't reach him. Fred was…Fred was…
Fred wasn't going to save him.
Fred wasn't coming
Fred wasn't…
Fred wasn't…
He wasn't…
He can't…
Fred wasn't…he cant…Fred wasn't…he cant…
Fred was…
He can't stop them…
Fred wasn't coming…
They won…
Fred wasn't…
The villains won…
Fred wasn't…
Fred was not going to save him...
Yeah, first story done and completed. Oh my god I didn't expect it would take me this long to finish up this story. On a side note, I didn't kill off Fred, but I made it so if you want him to be dead than he is. He was actually shot in the ear; the amount of blood was large enough to make Lee believe he shot him in his cheek. Okay, I didn't kill off Fred so relax.
Okay so can we hear some reviews now that this is the last chapter? Not just from one to two people for once. It takes less than a minute to review it doesn't have to be long. I reached my goal of getting 50 reviews but it would have been nice to get to 75 or 100 or just plain 60. Then again if not than oh well right?
Okay and by the way, thank you everyone who were nice enough to review my story. I give you all high fives. Honestly reviews helped me keep writing the chapters when I was in a writer's block.
Thank you everyone who added my story to their favorites (10 people) I didn't think that would happen. I don't credit myself a good writer very much so it counts that people had enough faith in me to add my story to their favorites no matter how bizarre some of the chapters became. Thank you everyone who added my story to their alert system and for adding my story to their C2.
Is there anyone else I would like to thank?
Oh and if people want there might be a possible sequel to this story. Again, I have plans for it already but I'll like to know that people are interested in a sequel first before I start working on it. So if you would like a sequel than review or send me a message or something.
I hoped you liked my story and I hoped that no one was pissed about the ending…I was at first planning on killing everybody but changed it to this ending because I believe that this ending was more of a depressing ending than the ending I first thought of.
I'm done, finally, I can stop thinking about this dark story, honestly for a while I doubted my sanity.