by salemboy » Friday 30 May 2008 2:54:51pm
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh," Damien said as he opened his eyes. His chest was sore from where the curse had hit him, and he was sure it was bruised. Then he realized where he was and jumped up, wand aimed at the man who had cursed him. He saw that it was his own dad.
"WHAT ON EARTH WAS THAT FOR?!!" he yelled. He kept his wand ready as he checked his potion jacket for any broken vials. Two vials of vinegar were all that were broken. He sighed in relief. If certain vials were broken and the contents mixed, it would be disastrous. He repaired the broken vials, and put the vinegar back in them. Then, having second thoughts, he took the second vial and drank the vinegar. He shivered as it went down his throat, but it woke him up the rest of the way.
Then something came from the young woman. She screamed out, "Leave me alone!" and then started to laugh maniacally. Damien recognized that laugh. It was a hard, cold, icy laugh. He knew that laugh, because he heard that same laugh from Voldemort. As he recalled the memory, and what Voldemort had done to him, he turned to the woman. There was the man kneeling over her. But then he saw the woman's face again, and he forgot everything else. He forgot his father, Suge, Tomo, Potter, and even Japan. All he remembered was Voldemort and what he had done to him.
He remembered how he had been on his knees pleading. Begging Voldemort not to kill her, crying for him not to kill her. Then Voldemort laughed, and killed her. Like that. He remembered seeing her cold eyes looking at him, dead, almost accusing him of not trying to save her. He remembered that cold, evil laugh.
Damien drew his wand, and used it to slam the man kneeling over her out of his way and into the wall, and advanced on the woman. He was going to finish this. He was going to use the words he'd saved for Voldemort, and only Voldemort. This had to end. He had to have his revenge. He looked down on the young woman, and directed his wand at her. He looked into her eyes, wanting her to know the hatred and anger he felt. Then he saw something. It was in her eyes. It was fear. Not the fear Voldemort could feel, he had an almost pitiful fear, but was to prideful to show it. This was different. He saw the fear of a young girl, not of a sadistic killer.
Then he realized it, no matter how much he hated it. He could not kill this girl. She was not Voldemort, no matter how much Damien wanted her to be. He would never get his revenge, for Voldemort was dead. This was not Voldemort, and even though she seemed in many ways to be him, he saw still a child. Still, even though she was not Voldemort, Voldemort had some type of hold on her which Damien could feel. He turned his back on her. Then he left the house. Suddenly, people apparated in a circle around the death eaters, who were still fighting, and the fight continued with more verocity. Damien recognized the newly apparated wizards as members of his order. Damien joined the fight, ducking and weaving, and cursing. As he was fighting he saw death eater by death eater go down, unconscious, until there was one left.
This last one was fighting with a fierceness that was terrifying. Everybody, Potter, his friends, Damien, his order, were all cursing at him, but each curse failed to incapacitate the deatheater. Eventually, Damien found that even more death eaters were apparating in, and the fight suddenly became ten times more hectic. Damien found himself fighting alongside Ryu, one of his best friends. Ryu was laughing at the death eaters. Damien took down yet another deatheater and laughed himself. They started systematically taking down deatheaters, some of their allies actually standing by to watch. They started cracking jokes in Japanese as they fought. Damien thought it was ironic. Most Aurors who're in their forties were all serious, yet here they were, making fun of people who could easily kill them.
Finally, it was over. The deatheaters were out cold, and every one else were sweating like pigs. Laughing, Damien looked around for Suge. He couldn't see him. He called out, "Suge?" He didn't come. He called him again, and again, and again. Nothing. Now, very panicked, he dashed over to the house where the man was at. Suge had to be in there. He had to be.