[032] Afterwords
Title: Afterwords
Author: cookie_pixie
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Fisher, Anderson, Death Eaters
Genre: dark? in more ways than one...
Warnings: swearing, death
Word Count: 389
I'm not sure how tagging works here - someone please correct me if I did something wrong!
Fisher and Anderson were in deep shit.
At the end of a long, tiring shift, capped with a most dubious report submitted on behalf of their obliterated car, the two men now found themselves in a clearing lined with thick trees. Torches lit with green-blue flames were the only illumination, but it wasn't enough to identify the dozen shadowy figures that hovered around the edges of the glade.
The men were barely dressed - Fisher in a white undershirt and faded boxers, Anderson in only pajama bottoms. All they knew was that they had gone home, back to bed, hoping to write off the nightmare, and suddenly they were here.
Fisher and Anderson weren't sure what was going on yet, but they were sure it was deep shit.
One black-cloaked figure finally emerged from the edge. If it was possible for the silent clearing to get any quieter, it happened now.
The two men instinctively shrank back as the person reached up and pulled back the hood of his cloak. A pale white face and eyes that literally glowed red faced them. He did not look the least bit pleased with the two Muggles before him.
Anderson's pajama bottoms darkened.
"Three of my loyal followers are dead," said the man - was it a man? - to Fisher and Anderson. "You are the only witnesses. Who killed them." It wasn't a question; an order, a quiet demand.
"W-we don't know what you're talkin' about," Fisher managed to stutter out. "Where are we, who're you?"
"I want names," the man stated calmly. "Who killed them."
"Look here," Anderson suddenly burst out. "We're honest men, so what're we doing here and who're you - "
The man's eyes flicked to the side. There was a beam of bright green light, and Anderson was dead before he hit the ground.
Before Fisher could absorb this fact, his vision was suddenly swamped with the glowing red eyes of his captor. He stared helplessly into the hypnotic grip, not quite sure about what his mouth and voice were doing, but he was pretty sure it was his last prayer.
"Elvendork," the man finally said, sounding somewhat disappointed but unsurprised. He turned his back on the officer. Fisher fell to his knees, suddenly released from the powerful grip those eyes had.
"I don't have time for these games, there is a war to be won. Rookwood."
"Avada Kedavra."
Elaine//Ravenclaw
Author: cookie_pixie
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Fisher, Anderson, Death Eaters
Genre: dark? in more ways than one...
Warnings: swearing, death
Word Count: 389
I'm not sure how tagging works here - someone please correct me if I did something wrong!
Fisher and Anderson were in deep shit.
At the end of a long, tiring shift, capped with a most dubious report submitted on behalf of their obliterated car, the two men now found themselves in a clearing lined with thick trees. Torches lit with green-blue flames were the only illumination, but it wasn't enough to identify the dozen shadowy figures that hovered around the edges of the glade.
The men were barely dressed - Fisher in a white undershirt and faded boxers, Anderson in only pajama bottoms. All they knew was that they had gone home, back to bed, hoping to write off the nightmare, and suddenly they were here.
Fisher and Anderson weren't sure what was going on yet, but they were sure it was deep shit.
One black-cloaked figure finally emerged from the edge. If it was possible for the silent clearing to get any quieter, it happened now.
The two men instinctively shrank back as the person reached up and pulled back the hood of his cloak. A pale white face and eyes that literally glowed red faced them. He did not look the least bit pleased with the two Muggles before him.
Anderson's pajama bottoms darkened.
"Three of my loyal followers are dead," said the man - was it a man? - to Fisher and Anderson. "You are the only witnesses. Who killed them." It wasn't a question; an order, a quiet demand.
"W-we don't know what you're talkin' about," Fisher managed to stutter out. "Where are we, who're you?"
"I want names," the man stated calmly. "Who killed them."
"Look here," Anderson suddenly burst out. "We're honest men, so what're we doing here and who're you - "
The man's eyes flicked to the side. There was a beam of bright green light, and Anderson was dead before he hit the ground.
Before Fisher could absorb this fact, his vision was suddenly swamped with the glowing red eyes of his captor. He stared helplessly into the hypnotic grip, not quite sure about what his mouth and voice were doing, but he was pretty sure it was his last prayer.
"Elvendork," the man finally said, sounding somewhat disappointed but unsurprised. He turned his back on the officer. Fisher fell to his knees, suddenly released from the powerful grip those eyes had.
"I don't have time for these games, there is a war to be won. Rookwood."
"Avada Kedavra."
Elaine//Ravenclaw