Tsyilna Llyria: Great minds think alike, no? lol. It was my first song too! Then I heard Make a Move... I liked it too...
I'm back!
Love, Keta
Chapter 6: Nevermore
I'm gonna burn this theater down
And pray to God for the strength to help me
Face the crowd,
I wanna live like I lost the script
And scream every line
Like "this is it!"
-Theater (Icon for Hire)
Snowy Holly smiles up at the once-naked man, Peter Pettigrew, who is suspended from the ceiling of the chamber. The rat animagus' face is red from the blood that rushed to his head during his time upside down, painting a lovely target for the frost that wants to rip into him. "I want to hear something from you..."
"H-hear wh-what?"
"An apology for getting my parents killed..."
"I'll g-give it, jus-just l-let me g-go."
"Well, that's not going to happen," the dementor drawls, his sicker, darker half reveling in the fear rolling off of the pitiful human. "I have something I so desperately want to do, Peter."
"W-what's that?"
"Torture you of course!"
Luna sits up in her bed with a smile plastered to her face. She feels deep within her heart that her Azkaban-raised friend is getting the revenge he so rightfully deserves. The she thinks of the present lying on the side of her desk. It's for no reason that she can disconcern, but she wants to give it to Snowy Holly. She feels that it belongs with him.
A scream permiates the air as a blade of ice slices through flesh and bone, making the now worthless left hand fall to the ground. "Aww," the assaulter croon, a half-mad chuckle on his lips. Blood runs down in thick, copious amounts staining the stone and enticing a very dormant part of both Markalis and Snowy Holly, something that exists in all demenors but almost never finds its way out: bloodlust. So his hand reaches out to catch some of it and bring the crimson delicacy to his lips. A moan of pure delight falls from them as his tongue laps at it, scaring his captive further. "Does it hurt?"
Peter Pettigrew pleads through the gag, wishing that the boy would just let him die. He hangs his head, sobbing loudly. He just wants it all to end: the pain and torment.
"Oh, it does hurt! Why didn't you say so, Peter?" Mismatched eyes glow with intoxicating amounts of power as a pale hand reaches up to touch the wizard's red face. "Shall I numb your pain?" Snowy Holly asks, ice creeping from the point of contact and chilling the other to his core.
While Peter writhes in agony, a shiver of pleasure runs through the dementor. "God this feels good!" The tension that he'd been carrying for far too long melts away, leaving a pleasant, 'empty' feeling. His core feels like it's melting away the permafrost that's been plaguing him for years. For once, he feels truly alive.
The stump where Peter's hand used to be freezes solid, and the frost travels up through his flesh, bursting veins as it travels. But the boy pays him no mind. He's too busy chasing his own illusive high, the high of freedom.
Just as it reaches the betrayer's heart and mind, Peter's body explodes in a rain of bone and bloody flesh, and under the shower, the boy's laughter echoes.
"Good morning!"
Luna turns around to see her chipper friend. "Good morning to you too."
"Isn't today glorious?"
"Are you high?"
He giggles. "I don'no! But I feel great!"
It suddenly hits her. "How did killing that bastard feel?"
"Wonderful~," he purrs. "I never knew that it would ever feel like that. I never knew how exhilarating it would be."
Luna smiles darkly. "I've wondered before..." Her smile becomes lighter. "I have a present for you."
"A present?"
"Yeah!" She presents him with the small black box, grinning brightly. "You should wear it!"
"Wear it?" He opens it carefully, halfway expecting that something's going to pop out and eat his face. "A ring?" It's a rather intricate banded ring with a beautiful, blackish stone that carries a symbol he doesn't quiet recognize, but it fills him with addictive power as he slips it onto his finger. And in his head, laughter echoes...
Silence overcomes them as they walk out of the school; until Luna decides that it's time to ask, "Will you take me to Azkaban this summer?"
"Why?"
"So I can become a dementor."
AN:/ Tada! Cliffhanger! The end of the third one: I should have the first chapter of the fourth up by the end of next week now that school's out. But I am starting my college classes soon... Damn...