AS - Alice Series - Crucio
Name: Crucio
Prompt: Series, no prompt table as of yet.
Genre: Gen/Violent
Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Frank Longbottom, Alice Briggs (other DEs mentioned)
Rating: PG-13, for violence.
Word Count: 778
Summary/Author's Note: The first of a series. When Good Muses Go Bad. Well, something to that effect, at least >.>
There was a cracking of bones as knuckle collided with cheek bone. Then another. Then another. Finally, Rodolphus dropped his victim where he had been holding him off the floor by the collar. Frank rolled onto his side and spluttered, choking for air. Rodolphus rose from one knee and backed off. He flexed his broken, bloody fingers with delight in his eyes. Bodily harm was the sign of a good interrogation.
A figure, someone who had been hidden from sight during the beating, stepped out of the shadows. With a flick of her wand she removed her mask and tilted her head at the man on the floor.
“Are you going to talk now like a good little doggy, or do we have to bring Dolohov in? I’d be happy to oblige because he’s been hankering for a kill all week. Don’t lie to us, and we’ll kill you now.”
Frank rolled onto his back and gasped for breath, “And what… kind of… incentive… is that… ‘posed… to be?”
“A great deal of incentive,” the woman continued, “A few weeks ago, Dolohov successfully managed to hang, draw and quarter and man and make him live through the pain for three days after wards. It was quite spectacular.”
Rodolphus folded his arms and jabbed Frank swiftly in the side. Another man entered the room, unmasked, and stood on the opposite side of Frank.
“You took you’re time,” his brother stated.
“Indeed I did. I had things to attend to,” Rabastan returned, folding his own arms across his chest.
Rodolphus raised an eyebrow and smirked, knowing full well who Stab had been with. He began to hum the Cuppycake song. Rabastan did not say anything, but there was a slight twitch at the corner of his lip.
The woman ignored both of the me and arched an eyebrow at Frank’s lack of speech.
“If you really value your intestines, I suggest you speak.”
Frank coughed again and did his best to lift his head.
“Never,” he heaved.
The woman tutted and hovered a pointed heel over Longbottom’s heart.
“You know, back when I was forced to have Muggle tendencies, there was this film. For Muggles, it was quite an achievement. Red Dragon, I think it was called. Towards the start two men, one a genius, one incredibly annoying, are trying to kill each other. The genius has the other at knife point and says, ‘Remarkable boy. I do admire your courage. I think I'll eat your heart.” The lady, with a hard poke at Frank’s ribs, took a step back.
“Now, I’m definitely not admiring your courage. It is futile and is just a waste of my time. I’ll leave your heart for Rosier, I think, he’s an excellent cook. For now, you are going to tell me where the Potters are hiding, and you are going to tell me whether you like it or not.”
She raised her wand.
“One…”
The Lestrange brothers did not move, they looked bored already.
“Two…”
Frank banged his head against the floor in frustrated thought.
“Three… Are you still trying to get yourself killed?”
“You’re not going to kill me.”
“I know…. Crucio.”
There was a snapping of bones as the body of Longbottom contorted. Rodolphus went back to inspecting his knuckles and Rabastan checked the time.
A few minutes later, Alice dropped the curse.
“Are you going to talk now?”
There was silence.
“I think you got a bit carried away,” Rabastan stated. His brother stooped to check Frank’s breathing.
“Yeah, I think you did,” Rod said, nodding.
Alice swore.
“Dolohov isn’t going to talk to me for weeks,” she said, frowning.
“He will, just visit the animal shelter and buy him some new toys.”
“You know he prefers bigger toys to play with,” Alice slid her wand down her sleeve. “Oh well,” she shrugged.
Rabastan frowned at the body, without looking up he said to his brother as Alice left, “Have the Carrows pick up Pettigrew. If he fails to tell us we’ll go for the wolf.”
He stamped on the dead man’s stomach. A rush of air escaped from the carcass’ lungs and gave him a momentary look of life. Rabastan walked over to the door, disgusted, before turning to his brother and saying, “Either have someone clean this up, or do it yourself. We don’t want the rat dying of shock before we can do anything with him.”
“Indeed.”
Rodolphus tilted his head at the bloody mess on the floor. Grinned a little and began to whistle. The Cuppycake song in fact, he found it was a good song to keep your mood up when getting rid of evidence.
Prompt: Series, no prompt table as of yet.
Genre: Gen/Violent
Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Frank Longbottom, Alice Briggs (other DEs mentioned)
Rating: PG-13, for violence.
Word Count: 778
Summary/Author's Note: The first of a series. When Good Muses Go Bad. Well, something to that effect, at least >.>
There was a cracking of bones as knuckle collided with cheek bone. Then another. Then another. Finally, Rodolphus dropped his victim where he had been holding him off the floor by the collar. Frank rolled onto his side and spluttered, choking for air. Rodolphus rose from one knee and backed off. He flexed his broken, bloody fingers with delight in his eyes. Bodily harm was the sign of a good interrogation.
A figure, someone who had been hidden from sight during the beating, stepped out of the shadows. With a flick of her wand she removed her mask and tilted her head at the man on the floor.
“Are you going to talk now like a good little doggy, or do we have to bring Dolohov in? I’d be happy to oblige because he’s been hankering for a kill all week. Don’t lie to us, and we’ll kill you now.”
Frank rolled onto his back and gasped for breath, “And what… kind of… incentive… is that… ‘posed… to be?”
“A great deal of incentive,” the woman continued, “A few weeks ago, Dolohov successfully managed to hang, draw and quarter and man and make him live through the pain for three days after wards. It was quite spectacular.”
Rodolphus folded his arms and jabbed Frank swiftly in the side. Another man entered the room, unmasked, and stood on the opposite side of Frank.
“You took you’re time,” his brother stated.
“Indeed I did. I had things to attend to,” Rabastan returned, folding his own arms across his chest.
Rodolphus raised an eyebrow and smirked, knowing full well who Stab had been with. He began to hum the Cuppycake song. Rabastan did not say anything, but there was a slight twitch at the corner of his lip.
The woman ignored both of the me and arched an eyebrow at Frank’s lack of speech.
“If you really value your intestines, I suggest you speak.”
Frank coughed again and did his best to lift his head.
“Never,” he heaved.
The woman tutted and hovered a pointed heel over Longbottom’s heart.
“You know, back when I was forced to have Muggle tendencies, there was this film. For Muggles, it was quite an achievement. Red Dragon, I think it was called. Towards the start two men, one a genius, one incredibly annoying, are trying to kill each other. The genius has the other at knife point and says, ‘Remarkable boy. I do admire your courage. I think I'll eat your heart.” The lady, with a hard poke at Frank’s ribs, took a step back.
“Now, I’m definitely not admiring your courage. It is futile and is just a waste of my time. I’ll leave your heart for Rosier, I think, he’s an excellent cook. For now, you are going to tell me where the Potters are hiding, and you are going to tell me whether you like it or not.”
She raised her wand.
“One…”
The Lestrange brothers did not move, they looked bored already.
“Two…”
Frank banged his head against the floor in frustrated thought.
“Three… Are you still trying to get yourself killed?”
“You’re not going to kill me.”
“I know…. Crucio.”
There was a snapping of bones as the body of Longbottom contorted. Rodolphus went back to inspecting his knuckles and Rabastan checked the time.
A few minutes later, Alice dropped the curse.
“Are you going to talk now?”
There was silence.
“I think you got a bit carried away,” Rabastan stated. His brother stooped to check Frank’s breathing.
“Yeah, I think you did,” Rod said, nodding.
Alice swore.
“Dolohov isn’t going to talk to me for weeks,” she said, frowning.
“He will, just visit the animal shelter and buy him some new toys.”
“You know he prefers bigger toys to play with,” Alice slid her wand down her sleeve. “Oh well,” she shrugged.
Rabastan frowned at the body, without looking up he said to his brother as Alice left, “Have the Carrows pick up Pettigrew. If he fails to tell us we’ll go for the wolf.”
He stamped on the dead man’s stomach. A rush of air escaped from the carcass’ lungs and gave him a momentary look of life. Rabastan walked over to the door, disgusted, before turning to his brother and saying, “Either have someone clean this up, or do it yourself. We don’t want the rat dying of shock before we can do anything with him.”
“Indeed.”
Rodolphus tilted his head at the bloody mess on the floor. Grinned a little and began to whistle. The Cuppycake song in fact, he found it was a good song to keep your mood up when getting rid of evidence.