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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jun 28, 2015 12:48:50 GMT -5
It was like any other day really, woke up around seven and let Vitalia sleep in. He walked into his office first thing, just like he does every morning, only to find a letter with the family seal on it. So it had to be from Marisol since she was the only one who bother to use the seal... Only he didn't see her perfect handwriting written over the page. No it was from a servant that worked in her home... telling him that she was gone. Someone came into her room while she was sleeping and killed her, the curse that was used on her he knew well., having said it many times himself. Marisol had died by the hands of a man willing to use the killing curse on her.
His perfect little sister, the light of this family. So bright and beautiful was gone, murder in her bed in cold blood and if he was the sort of man that would cry he would have. But no he wasn't a common man, tears were a waste on the dead anyways. Revenge was the only thing on his mind, anger over the death of his sister consumed him. The people who did this would pay and he knew that there was only one family that would dare to have harmed his sister. One family brave enough to send him this sort of message.
Those filthy O'Brien's had to been the ones behind it all. Well if they wanted to play dirty they can play dirty. Enzo had no problem fighting fire with fire.
He got changed quickly and didn't waste time saying goodbye to Vitalia before apparating to the school. He had already formed a plan in his head, bust of course he wasn't the sort of man to get his hands dirty and he had been watching his son closely, feeling it might be time for him to prove himself. He wasn't too sure, his son always being a source of disappointment in his life, so River and Pietro could come along for the ride as well.
It can be a good family bonding activity.
The twin boys would both in their classroom respectively and he summoned them both, having a house elf go and summon them. "Oh and... James Novak too." Enzo said pouring himself a drink and taking a seat at his desk, well what a way to start the new school year.
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jun 28, 2015 16:45:57 GMT -5
Pietro heard a pop and looked up from the essays he was reading, a little furrow forming in his brow. First thing in the morning and he was being summoned to Uncle Enzo's office? This couldn't possibly be good. He leapt up from his chair, pulled on his suit jacket, and was out of the classroom, a heavy weight beginning to settle in his stomach. He gave a polite knock on the headmaster's door, then let himself in and made his way over to the desk to bow respectfully over his uncle's hand.
"Uncle," Pietro murmured in Italian, "I received your summons. Is something the matter?"
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Post by River Antonucchi on Jun 28, 2015 23:42:49 GMT -5
River arrived as soon as his brother was greeting his uncle. He immediately bowed his head respectfully first before saying in his fluent and beautiful Italian purrs, "Is there anything you might want me to do to relieve your pain?" he turned his head and nodded to his brother in acknowledgement. Pietro was here, which meant it was serious because it didn't take two to tango torture for information, especially when it was them doing the torturing.
He had been summoned by an elf as he was just finishing up grading the last 'F' on his paper. All of them except for four of his students had gotten a failing grade. Serafina Latini, Theodore Keating, Samuel Smythe, and James Novak, the three students who he didn't hate... as much as the rest of them. Samuel was a special case, he didn't like the way he looked like. He always served his uncle's calls immediately, always leaving what he was doing to answer the summons. You really didn't want to test the patience of Enzo Antonucchi.
River knew this was serious business when it was both him and Pietro in the same summoning. Unless it was an 'uncle and his nephews bonding' time, River always kept his mouth usually tame, which was almost impossible to think of. But he had respected his Uncle Enzo, he found himself much rather closer to him than his own parents. But that's basically because River could empathize more with him. He was rather so much more interested and respectful with his Mafia 'father'.
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jun 28, 2015 23:56:57 GMT -5
The door opened and he watched the twins boy walk into the room. Enzo set down the glass and folded his hands together on the dest, the words having trouble leaving his lips but he had to say them sooner or later. At least he knew they could both handle the news and then carry on with the plan to follow. River was a natural at pushing down his emotions and bring up the anger he needed to fight and Pietro... Well Pietro was everything he wished his son to be but wasn't, now imagine if Emilio was more like him, god he could only dream of that day.
Finally he inhaled a breath and the words left his lips. "Your Aunt Marisol was murder last night, killed while she slept in bed." With this he stood up and walked to the other side of his desk. There was a heaviness to his voice even though it was cold and calculated. No time for emotions to get in the way of what they needed to do to prove they won't take this lying down. "The O'Brien's are behind it I am positive. They are trying to scare us into submission but we will not drown silently." With a snap of his fingers another house elf appeared and he said. "Bring Miss Maureen White to my office please." Once the house elf was gone, the door shut again he looked between the twins and inhaled.
"I believe we need to send a message to our dear friends the O'Brien's. Now we are just missing one person to help us in our little plan. You see a while ago someone tipped me off that Miss Maureen White was really part of that O'Brien scum of a family. And I believe you need to fight fire with fire." Now where in gods name was Emilio? He give him the chance to prove himself and he shows up late. Tipical....
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Post by James Novak on Jun 29, 2015 0:04:47 GMT -5
This might have been one of the worst weeks of his life. Mostly because thanks to fucking Delia he was stuck questioning everything he knew. Everything he believed to be true about himself and others had been totally flipped around and well... Maybe it was for the better in a odd way? Maybe this was the good sort of chance people were telling him about the kind that needed to be embraced. James sighed as he tapped his quill against the notebook on the table in front of him... He couldn't even focus on his work not that he really wanted to. God damn blue haired girl, can't even focus because of her.
He was then called front his seat in the library to the headmaster's office. God damn what did he do this time? The only time his father wanted to see him was when he was going to get yelled at for 'Not living up to his potential...' and yelled at was a understatement. He sighed and gather up his things and took the corridor down to the office, a walk he knew all too well.
He open the door and found not only his father to be there but both of his Professors and cousin as well.
"James." His father said with a smile as he closed the door. What was going on? "How lovely of you to join us James... Or should I just go back to calling you Emilio now?" Okay now he was pretty confused what in gods name was going on?
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Post by Maureen Brady-O'Brien on Jun 29, 2015 0:13:35 GMT -5
“Miss White, your presence is required in the Headmaster’s office.”
Maureen’s head jerked up from the book she was studying. Had she … had she misheard? Why was she being called to the Headmaster’s office? She frantically ran through her recent actions in her mind. She hadn’t done anything to get herself in troub – oh, no, wait. She had. She had confronted that stupid Michael and he’d acted like a complete jerk and so she’d kicked him right in the family jewels.
Her stomach dropped down into her toes. What sort of punishment was standard for such an attack? Would she be able to bargain down the trouble by explaining the extenuating circumstances, the vicious slander Michael had perpetrated against her? Oh, no, she was going to get detention, her parents were going to find out, they were going to be so angry with her ...
And, worst of all, she had to go meet with the man who frightened her most in the whole world: Enzo Antonucchi. She didn't believe that he knew her real name, but that didn't change the fact that the things she'd heard about him were absolutely bone-chilling. She knew far too much about this man to want to be in his office.
Unfortunately, she had no choice, so Maureen gathered up her things and made her way to the Headmaster's office, feeling as though her stomach were trying to escape from her body. She knocked on the door, heard him invite her inside, and made her way in, head hanging in shame. She closed the door behind her, looked up ...
Well, certainly this was not standard for ...
They were all staring at her ...
In a flash, it hit her, and Maureen turned back to the door, fully intending to flee.
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jun 29, 2015 0:23:16 GMT -5
"Oh don't acted shocked Emilio you knew you couldn't say in hiding forever." He said narrowing his eyes some at his son. If he messed this up it might be it. It might be over for them and he could forget about being named the next head. "Today is the day you prove you are ready to me and to your cousin! You, one day, will be in charge of this family. Now is the time to show me that all these years of training had not gone to waste." Oh course River and Pietro looked just as shocked at Emilio did. He couldn't blame them really. Everyone thought the boy to have died when they send him to school under a different name, but if they were going to war with the O'Brien's he needed his son now more than ever.
The door clicked open and Maureen walked in and Enzo narrowed his eyes at the red headed girl. At the sight of the four men staring at her she made a beeline for the door but Enzo had already locked it with a flick of his hand. "I'm sorry Miss White, oh no I'm sorry Miss O'Brien but... We need to talk about something." A smirk came to his face as he looked at Pietro and said. "I want her tied to a chair in the middle of the room right now."
He didn't care that she was a student, didn't care that she had no part in the fight between him and her uncle. She would learn soon enough anyways that she wa just a pawn in a greater plan. And when her uncle made a move, he would make a move back and sadly he was going to lose this little pawn. "The you are up Emilio."
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jun 29, 2015 0:34:36 GMT -5
Pietro was all for getting revenge for the O'Briens' vicious act, but ... on a girl? A child? One of his students? He felt acid burning in his stomach. Maureen? Really? But she was no threat, she was only a fifth-year and a girl and ...
No. He needed to keep his composure. He needed to play the role he always had: steadfast, true to the family and to his duty. He sinned only in service of the greater good. Pietro had his game face on; it was far different from his regular face, his compassionate professor's face.
She had tugged her wand out of her pocket and was fumbling with it, hands shaking, clearly intending to unlock the door. Pietro's hands, though, were steady.
"Expelliarmus!" Her wand rocketed into his hand, and he dropped it on the floor before approaching the redheaded teenager.
"Professor Holland," she breathed, a heartbreaking expression of betrayal in her eyes. "Please, don't ... "
Yes, he had always liked her. A fairly good student, and a pleasant child. He almost hesitated - almost - but no. He couldn't think of her that way. She wasn't Maureen White, she was an O'Brien. Pietro reached out, grabbed one of her wrists, and tugged her forcefully over to the chair, dumping her unceremoniously into it. "Incarcerous!" Ropes shot out of his wand to bind her where she sat. She looked at him - betrayal, anger, pain, fear - but he remained silent and stood in the corner of the room where she could not see him.
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Post by River Antonucchi on Jun 29, 2015 0:45:49 GMT -5
He had a stoic look even as said that his dear and lovely Aunt Marisol was killed. That same aunt that pinched his cheeks and made sure he had an extra cookie before bed when she was baby-sitting them. But inside, he had gone cold and his eyes showed no deceit for revenge. Revenge on his mind and coldness in his heart as his family stand, threatened by a run-down rival that had their years of dominance over New York city dried up more and more each day that passes.
His emotions were wiped except what he had left in his eyes. He wiped away hurt, he wiped away confusion, and he wiped away anger and revenge. Revenge removed in all but his eyes. To destroy the O'Brien clan, to avenge his aunt, to taste the satisfaction of power for their family. River didn't look at anywhere but his boss as he explained to them what would be happening, Maureen White... He knew her, he knew each redhead in the school and paid close attention to them, redheads typically reminded him awfully about the Irish, though not all redheads were Irish, he knew. He didn't care that this victim was a student, a little girl. Her family had done sins to his, she was a pawn in the game... She had to pay a little price for that. It was barely anything she would pay off. Their revenge needed more than just a death, they needed to pay back the O'Briens two-fold. This was nothing, just a warning.
Now when James Novak arrived, that was when he allowed himself to briefly slip off the stoic mask and adopt a shocked look. But it was brief, enough for Enzo to see, but it quickly disappeared. It wasn't professional, but still... Emilio Antonucchi. The dead heir, now alive in front of his eyes. All grown up... He was surprised, but he was also glad. At least he wasn't like his idiot students, and was rather a refined guy. Thank Merlin, that's for sure.
He had a straight face on as the girl was being tied up, her expression was of distress and betrayal. He had grown used to the look, it was just a look to him, no matter who wore it. His hands itched impatiently, he wanted to see the madness and the torture that was to come. Excitement was slowly mixing in with the thirst for revenge. He wanted to see action, the blood, the pain. The face this lovely girl would make when her skin would crawl, sounds of her cries and screams... Perfect melodies that would let him sleep in perfect peace and give him delightful nightmares. And he wanted to see Emilio do it, the deed that would make him a man worthy to lead their family. River wanted to see his potential, and the sickening aspect of doing it to his fellow student just a few years younger.
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Post by James Novak on Jun 29, 2015 1:20:33 GMT -5
Within second of being in the office he had been outed as the heir, told that it's time for him to prove himself and he swallowed. Oh fuck what was he going to have to do now? And in front of people too... goddamnit he was already feeling sick to his stomach. The Maureen walked in and he knew, he knew the second he saw that red hair and those freckles. His mind rushed back to thoughts of Hannah, the other red head girl he was forced to torture. Pietro already had her tied up and his father walked over where he was standing, his father's hands ended up placed on his shoulders and he inhaled. The screams of the girl pulling him back to a time when he felt even more powerless than he did now.
"You know what to do. I want her to suffer the way her uncle made your aunt suffer when he killed her." Wait her uncle killed Aunt Marisol? But... he felt his heart drop at the thought that this woman was no longer in this world. That she was gone from this world, he would never hear stories about his grandfather or the old country again. And now to get back at them he wanted him to torture a girl? Like he had no problem hitting around a girl to put her in her place but torturing one... And one that looked so much like Hannah he couldn't. His father stepped to the side as he looked at Maureen, he shook his head slightly and looked back at his father.
"I can't... she just a girl. Father she has no part in this, just let her go." But he saw the anger flare up in his father's eyes, the wand slowly being pulled out and a bright red flash he had grown all to use to seeing as his body hit the follow. The words didn't even need to leave his lips anymore he was so skilled at the cruciatus curse, having used it many times on his enemies and his son.
"I don't think you understand Emilio, I'm not asking you to torture her I am telling you." He could barely focus on the words as the sensation of 100 white hot knives pressed into his skin, the pain fueled by his fathers anger as he was pulled up by the collar. "Now torture her."
His breathing was heavy, chest tight as he raised his wand with slightly shaking hands and closed his eyes. "I'm so sorry..." He mumbled hoping that no one could here him as he whispered the words he wished he had never learned, never used. The unnatural act of inflicting pain on the innocent seemed to have this way of affecting him more than his own torture.
"Crucio..."
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Post by Maureen Brady-O'Brien on Jun 29, 2015 1:45:48 GMT -5
At first, she was simply too shocked to string words together. She failed miserably at unlocking the door, begged pathetically when her favorite professor grabbed her by the arm and tied her up, then stared wide-eyed at the evil Headmaster and ... his son? James Novak? He was ... God, he was a Prefect! He had caught her practicing cosmetic charms outside of class time and given her a detention! What was he ... no, he couldn't ...
"James!" she exclaimed, "James, please ... you don't have to do this ... I don't know anything! I swear I don't know anything - "
And then the Headmaster - his father - shot a jet of red light at him, and James was on the floor, and Maureen knew exactly what was about to happen to her. She started to scream, desperately hoping that someone would hear her and come to her rescue: "HEEEEEEEEEELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! HEEEEEEEEEELP!" And he was being hauled back to his feet, and her eyes were filling with useless tears even though she didn't want them to, didn't want to give them that pleasure.
Oh, how she wanted to be brave and strong like her brother.
It was the thought of Fin that lit the fire in her chest, and when she saw James close his eyes, heard his whispered apology, Maureen spat at him. "Look at me, you fucking coward," she growled. "Look at what you do, you spineless pig-shit - "
That was when the curse hit her. Her eyes went wide for a moment, then closed, and everything was fire and rage. She felt as though all the bones in her body were breaking, shattering into tiny pieces that worked their way into her veins, slicing her open, viscera pouring out of her. Her screams were tearing her throat, her feet were liquefying, her heart was made of granite and refused to pump.
- She was five years old, catching snails and trying to play with them, but Fin found her.
"Maureen, you can't play with them that way. You kill them when you put your thumb in their shells."
"Oh. I didn't mean to kill them." -
She lurched, and the chair tipped to the side, and her head hit the floor as she screamed in mortal agony.
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jun 29, 2015 2:12:27 GMT -5
He couldn't help it he was livied with Emilion just the fact that he let this happen. Let the girl insult him, closed his eyes and said sorry... He couldn't deal with it for a second longer. "I knew it." He said with a shake of his head as he flicked his wrist again sending his son back onto the ground in pain. "I knew you were weak and pathetic, you are a waste of the family name." Enzo exhaled and looked over at Pietro and said. "Have fun with her... I don't want her dead, Just barely alive."
He knew he could trust Pietro to handle it and not bat an eye, not appear weak. He would do what he was told and not say sorry or bad down. "As for you.." He said picking up his son by the collar again and tossing him down in front of River feet. "Do what you want with him River I have no use for him now. Just make it painful. I want him to suffer."
He didn't know what to expect really. Try as he might James just didn't have the fight in him that was needed, so he let the two twins deal with them and he knew that in the moment he found his true heir. Of course he was disappointed it wasn't his son but it was still family which was good enough for him. One day when he is ready to hand over control it would go to Pietro, and that was a promise. "Oh and Pietro, don't disappoint me."
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jun 29, 2015 2:43:29 GMT -5
Part of him had expected this, but he certainly wasn't happy about it. In Pietro's mind, women were to be protected only - never abused.
Unfortunately for him, the highest of all his values was loyalty to the family. He had to fulfill his duty, and his duty was whatever Uncle Enzo asked of him. Sometimes, that meant breaking some of his own strongly-held principles.
The time for regret would come later, during the sleepless nights that were sure to come. The time for tears, for desperate self-flagellation, for throwing himself at the feet of God in search of absolution ... that time would come.
Now was the time to follow orders. Now was the time for action. So he had stood in that far corner of the room, and he had blocked out the sounds of his student's screams, and he had prepared himself mentally for what was to come. And someday, when he was the Don, female pawns would never be tortured.
He bowed his head respectfully, said "Yes, Uncle," and made his way forward to Maureen. She was lying on her side, still firmly tied to the chair. Her face was covered in tears, her eyes squeezed shut against the terror of the outside world, her breaths heavy and labored. The human part of him had been turned off for the time being. Only the torturer remained.
"Maureen," he breathed, extending a hand to place it against her cheek, wiping away her tears. This was an essential part of it: making her think that perhaps the ordeal was over. "Oh, Maureen. Poor sweet thing," Pietro cooed, watching her cringe away from his gentle touches. "I need you to send a message for me. I need you ... to give my regards to Finley. ... ABSCINDO!" Her left thumbnail, pulled out by the root, came flying into his hand. Maureen screamed and flailed, banging her head against the floor. "Hmm ... probably not a strong enough message. ABSCINDO NUMEROSA! ... Ah, yes. That's more like it." Ten bloodied nails lay in his hand, and Pietro opened Maureen's palm, dumped the nails in, and wrapped her fingers closed around them.
"Hmm, now, that's a good start. Let's see ... look at me, Maureen. We must look at our professors when they speak to us. ... You will not look at me? All right, then. FRANGO!" Her tibias and fibulas shattered, leaving her lower legs useless and dangling at odd angles. "Now, dear, you will look at me, yes?"
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jun 29, 2015 3:42:59 GMT -5
Enzo watched as River apperated off with Emilio and he was glad that the waste of DNA was out of his hair. Now he can watch in peace as Pietro did he duty to the family, torturing the young girl as he intrusted. He was unmoving, didn't flinch or back down once. He did exactly what he was expected to do and Enzo couldn't have been prouder. All those hours spent training, all that time and money poured into Pietro was coming though at this moment. And he couldn't have been prouder.
Enzo walked over to Pietro and placed his hand on his shoulder. "That's enough my boy. Well done, now there is just one last thing we need to do." He said taking the young girls forearm and slighting back the sleeve. Prefect pale skin with a smattering of freckles over it, how young and soft and delicate. How much he couldn't wait to mark it.
He took out his wand and with clarity and focus, he pointed it at the girls arm and began the tender process of slicing letters into her skin. Enzo took her time making sure each one was deep and clean so it would scare over perfectly and the word "Antonucchi" would be left in her skin. "There now she is perfect." He said brushing back some of her hair and smiling. "Get your brother, we have a little event to hold in the dining hall in ten minutes." He said looking at Pietro and exhaling. "You made your family proud today.
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