Kyra Reid
Hammer
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 16, 2015 2:22:41 GMT -5
"Well thank you Pietro." She said with a playful and devious smirk that was just itching to get this going as she watched the man stagger to the door. She shook her head slipped her arm around the man, sure he did have a good bit of height on her but she was tall enough and strong enough to support him. There was the warm excited feeling building in her stomach, and she didn't know if that made her a little bit twisted but she didn't care. All she cared about was making Pietro understand exactly how she felt, to know the fear that her little sister now lived with not knowing if he was going to murder her next. She wanted him to know exactly what he took out of her life, the brother she loved more than anything in the world. The one that use to pull her off the street when she had been outside selling papers for too long. The one who cried when she came home from france, both so mad and so proud that she dared to do something so stupid. And one one that helped her disguised herself as a boy so she could live her dream of being a dragon tamer. She would make sure that Pietro suffered for everything thing he did and took away from her...until he would be begging for death but no. Death was too good for this man.
She wanted him to be kissed by a Dementor, only she was the dementor.
She took him round a corner and looked around, no one yet. Round another corner and then she could make out the figure of a man and she smirked. It was time.
With a shove she basically slammed Pietro body into a wall before saying "Incarcerous!" Ropes appears right out of thin air and tied around Pietro hands and feet. The man was now sitting on the ground all tied up and Krya licked her lip, oh how badly she had waited for this and she was going to savour every sweet sweet moment. This would feel just as good if not better than the time she killed and tortured the son of a bitch that total advantage of Aibreann. With a low whistle so Fin knew that it was safe to come over she pressed her wand into Pietro neck and looked right into his eyes. "You know it's a shame you are a swell drinking buddy Pietro. I almost feel bad for what we are about to do... almost."
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jul 16, 2015 2:38:26 GMT -5
"Wass this, a shortcut?" Pietro caught his shoe against the wall as he turned the corner, then blinked hard, several times, as he looked down at it. Huh. It was all scuffed. That was really a shame.
Damn, he was drunk and something was starting to feel ... not right. Off. Weird. "Hey Baude- Baudela- Baudelaire. Hey thass a tricky name but uh ... you sure this is a shortcut?"
And then, out of nowhere -
THUD!
"Incarcerous!"
- he was on the ground, back against the wall, and his hands were tied in front of him but he made a grab for his wand anyway, reaching into his jacket pocket with surprising grace and speed, only to drop it into the mud. Something was pressing against his neck ... he was stuck ... oh, God ...
He was bound. He had never been bound. It was completely unfamiliar and his heart started to race as he looked up at Kyra and saw that her face had transformed, that there was a sort of lust written all over it, and that lust ... that lust was for his blood ...
Who the hell was she? Why was ... what was ... how ...
"What the hell is this?" he growled, glaring up at her, eyes hard as steel.
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 16, 2015 3:01:18 GMT -5
"Incarcerous!"
Well, sounded like Kyra and the bastard had arrived. Stepping out of the shadows, Fin starred at Pietro on the ground, his face stony, impassive. His eyes however, those charming, crystal clear, sky blue eyes, those burned with an unfathomable hatred for the man who was tied on the ground. Tilting his head, Fin listened as he stammered over his words, tilting his head, Fin's hands curled into fists. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Looking to Kyra, he nodded, "Get his fucking wand."
Fin stepped forward slowly, stalking towards the man on the ground, each step short and measure. "Evening Professor Holland... Oh wait... It's Pietro, isn't it? Pietro Antonucchi." Stepping up to him, Fin Grabbed a handful of Pietros hair, and jerked his head up. "Tell me Pietro... You enjoy your job? You proud of what you did? Torturing a little girl? Hmm?" AS Pietro went to speak, Fin stepped back lashing out with his foot. The toe of his mud covered shoes slammed into Pietros temple, covering his face in mud, and knocking Pietro over.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING SPEAK TO ME YOU WOP MOTHER FUCKER! WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF MAN DOES IT TAKE TO TORTURE A LITTLE FUCKING GIRL! AN INNOCENT STUDENT WHO LOOKED UP TO YOU! YOU GOD DAMNED BASTARD!" Dragging Pietro up by his hair, Fin punched the man in the face again. "WHAT IS IT, PIETRO!?!? DO YOU FEEL STRONG TORTURING GIRLS? DO YOU FEEL POWERFUL!?!? DOES IT GET YOU OFF? YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF FILTH!"
Dragging Pietro into the alley, he threw him face down, and stepped on the back of his neck, forcing his face into the mud. "How does it feel Pietro? Not being able to move, to breath. Betrayed by someone you trust!"
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Kyra Reid
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 16, 2015 3:52:40 GMT -5
She did want she was told, grabbing Pietro wand and playing with it some. It was quite heavier than her's and had a lovely design in the handle and it was also used to take her brother's life. She tucked it away in her pocket for right now until it would be used again, oh her and Fin had plans, lovely lovely plans. Fin got his fun first, he could to force him down into the mud and yell at him for hurting his little sister. His foot was pressing on the back of his neck and she could hear him Pietro coughing and gasping for air and she smiled some. "I think that's enough of that for now Finn." She said with a smile watching the man take his foot on the back of his neck as she grabbed Pietro by the collar and pulled him up out of mud and threw him back up against the wall.
"He has a point you know... Being betrayed by someone who trusted you. Like my brother... You should have heard the way he would talk about you." With that she place her wand on his chest and making each of the button on his shirt slowly pop off. "Out of all the teachers in the school he trusted you the most, thought he could turn to you. He trusted you with our youngest sister and what did you do! You killed him right in front of her eyes. Do you know how many nights I have watched that girl cry herself to sleep terrified you would kill her too. You ruined my family that day and for that Pietro, I will not only make you suffer... But I will find that pretty little Italian whore of yours and I will make you watch as I crush her soul to dust."
Now it was her turn to get a punch in, a good one right in the jaw and she felt it shatter under her hand. She shook her hand out a little but never broke eye contact, never stop looking at him with that desire to hear his screams and see his blood. "So Fin, what should I do to him first?" She said looking down at the man bare chest, running her wand along it with curiosity now growing. It was one thing to think twisted things and it was another to perform them.
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jul 16, 2015 4:08:30 GMT -5
Finley. Finley O'Brien.
Well, he had asked Maureen to give his regards to Finley ...
The first hit: a kick to the temple. An explosion in his head, and he was down on his side in the mud, but Finley just hauled him back up to punch him in the face.
God, here it was: the shame. The guilt. Did Finley really think he had wanted to torture a teenage girl? Pietro had spent the past weeks castigating himself for that very act. It was the height of cowardice, the epitome of evil, the absolute worst thing he had ever done in his life. When he was Don, little girls wouldn't be tortured.
You'll never be Don ... they're going to kill you.
I'm so sorry, Uncle. I'm so sorry.
Serafina ...
Then he was face down in the mud, Finley's foot on the back of his neck. His mouth was full of grime and his chest seized but each attempt his body made to cough resulted in more mud entering his nasal passages. Choking on the mud ... but he knew this wasn't how he would go. Finley wasn't about to let him choke to death on mud in the first minutes of their encounter.
Sure enough, he was lifted from the mud and hurled against the wall again, only to have his jaw shattered by Baudelaire ... no ... Reid. Good God, how could he have been so stupid? How could he ...
"You ruined my family that day."
And then ... then she threatened Serafina. Thank God she would never know who his sweetheart was.
Serafina ...
He tried to speak, and found that his mouth had filled with blood that trickled over his lips and down his chin. She was opening his shirt ... why was she opening his shirt?
"You would," he muttered, and the pain that shot through his jaw was pure agony, but he needed to say this ...
"You would harm an innocent young woman? Hypocrite."
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Finley O'Brien
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When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 16, 2015 4:30:46 GMT -5
"Why did they do this to me? What did I do? Fin ... Fin ... please don't leave me ... "
This bastard had tortured his sister.
This worthless excuse of a man had betrayed the people that had trusted him. "WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR HONOR, YOU BASTARD!" Fin stepped back, standing to the side, as Kyra set him up. Reaching over, he plucked the wand from Kyra's pocket, and twirledd it in his hand. Fancier than Fn's was,about the same weight, it didn't surprise Fin though. He was a practical man, always had been, Pietro was about the pomp and circumstance.
Hearing Kyra threaten him, Fin looked up and smirked. The bastard had managed to find a woman willing to bed him. "Tell me Pietro... What kind of whore stoops low enough to fuck a murderer, and an animal like you?" Watching his shirt fall open, and hearing kyras question, Fin steps up, and draws a knife from the back of his belt. A wicked looking weapon, its handle made from brass, and sporting knuckle gaurds, with a doubled edged six inch blade. A trench knife, Finley's person favorite weapon during the war.
Slowly he dragged the blade across Pietros chest, slicing through the last of the clothing covering his chest. "Hmmm... looks a bit too clean for an animal like him... Kyra, darling... would you mind, I think a nice memory of this night is in order... perhaps a reminder of who and what he fucked with... Fuccking brand the Wop." Fin turned and looked at Pietro, and grinned wickedly, as Kyra got ready.
"Oh no... make me mistake Pietro... I won't touch her... I won't even ask who she is..." Looking down at the knife in his hand Fiunley shrugged. "I have killed a lot of people... Tortured even more... I am a monster, I have no delusions of that... But at least I have morals. No women, no children.... I always llived by that law..." Stepping back, Finley swings, dragging the blade across Pietro's face.
"After all... I'm a monster, not an animal."
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Kyra Reid
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 16, 2015 5:01:34 GMT -5
She was still knelt down to the left side of him, smiling still and making sure that everything was slow and gently. It was like conducting a opear, and this was the overturn. It was the slow build up, the strings are just starting to come it to the soft beat of the drum, the wind section would flutter by with the gently striking of the chimes. She loved it, every last little second of it. It was beautiful in it's own way, each moment was a new note and each sentence the start of a new phrase. "See that is the thing Pietro, I never said I wasn't."
Because when someone wrong her family she didn't care who she had to step over. Man, woman or child... they would all stuffer at her hands if they needed to, until she felt totally vindicated. She looked over at Fine who had a weapon she had seen before out in the battlefields of France, "A trench knife..." Oh that was sick and twisted. Those were the most deadly things in the world, she had seen the sort of things they have done to men before. Okay maybe she was wrong about Finn the first time she saw him Fin was great in her books now. The cuts made over Pietro body made her smile as she ran her fingers over the trail of blood that was running down his chest and then gently licked it off her fingers, leaving some dripping from her lips. "Mhm..." She tilted her head and just smiled sweetly at Pietro before turning to look at Finn.
"Yes Fin dear?" She said smiling over at him and when he said to brand him Kyra lit up some. "With pleasure." She said pulling out her wand and running it over his chest a few times before getting to work. With perfect cursive the word 'O'Brien' was now scared there, followed by taking the time to perfectly put in the harp of Erin. "What do you think Finn?" She said looking over her work and smiling as she wiped away the blood to get a better look at what she had done.
Fin started too on about moral, about how he wouldn't hurt any girl of his and Kyra just smiled and shook her head. "Oh see that's the thing... I don't, not when it comes to my family's." She said pulling back on Pietro hair and exposing his neck as she lean in close. "Just wait... I am going to make you beg for me to slit your throat after I am done with you."
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jul 16, 2015 5:18:15 GMT -5
The knife in his chest left a trail of fire as Finley tugged it ever so slowly. Flesh gave way before the blade, and at first it didn't feel like much, but somehow the first trickles of his warm blood dripping downward set the cut stinging.
Pietro had done this. He had stood over pathetic, cowering men and he had searched their eyes for the exact ways to break them. He had inflicted suffering. He had tortured, maimed, killed ... and this was what it felt like for his victims.
Powerless and afraid.
The blade met his face and he couldn't watch it; he screwed his eyes shut. He could almost hear his skin tearing. Despite his best efforts, his eyes were watering, but he wouldn't give in, wouldn't break. If he was going to die here in this muddy alley, he was going to die like a man. His jaw fell open and the pain of it made him want to yell but he knew that would only make it worse.
Self-control ... pride ...
Serafina ...
And then the burning began in the center of his chest and spread, and Pietro gritted his teeth against it, pushing back as hard as he could against the wall even though he knew there was no escape or solace to be had there. Finally a wrenching bellow escaped him as he let his head fall back against the bricks.
He hadn't even gotten to kill his mother yet ...
He hadn't gotten to give Serafina the ring in his desk drawer ...
He should have hugged River more ...
He hadn't spoken to Suki in weeks ...
Everything hurt ...
Kyra leaned in close to him, and in a brief moment of clarity, Pietro balled his fists and thrust them upward to strike her in the throat. It was a good, solid hit ... too bad it was likely to be the only one.
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Finley O'Brien
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 16, 2015 5:41:03 GMT -5
"is it going to ... go away? Someday? Fin?"
His eyes were burning as he held back the tears keeping them from falling. A low growl slipped from his throat as he watched the brand burn into Pietro's chest.He deserved everything he got. He had brought this punishment on himself, he had earned this by being the bastard he was. Stepping up, he launches his fist forward, driving the brass knuckles into his chest. Fin smirked as he heard the crack of bones, and the slight deformation of his chest bone as the bones broke. Stepping back, Fin playfully punched Kyra's shoulder. "Oh that is a master piece, lass."
Stepping back, he smiled pulled out a cigarette, lighting it without match, or word, he looks at Pietro, and smirks, listening to the scream, "Oh... Like a fine music... Is this Beethoven? Or Bach?" Fins words were cut off though, when Pietro uppercut Kyra right in the throat. "Wel.. looks like wonder boy, has some fight.... That won't do at all." Fin stpped up, and swung agao, another blow crashing into his chest, more cracking bones.
Dropping Pietro into the mud, Fin stepped over to Kyra and helped her up. "All yours, Kyra, my dear." Fin stated cheerfully, stepping bakk as he did.
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Kyra Reid
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 16, 2015 6:04:33 GMT -5
"Why thank you Boy-o." She said smiling, wiping away more blood on his chest and looking at it dripping off her hand before licking it some and then wiping the rest on her pants. Fin then hit his chest with the brass knuckles and she couldn't help but giggle some at the sound of the bones breaking. It was like the start of the climax of the music, the drums were rolling and the pace had picked up, screams that were like the larghetto punctuation made by the trumpets. She lived for it!
"You know it's a pretty neck too. Do you just love it when your little slut kisses up and down it? What are you going to do when she sees it all sliced open, blood pouring out and your tracia ripped out? And you know the worst part you won't be there to stop her tears you Italian..." Her words were cut off by a swift punch right to her throat and she let go of his hair to grab at her neck and coughed and, gasping for a decent breath of air. Okay he's dead more than dead, they will not be able to tell it is Pietro's body when she was done that is how fucked up this man will be.
Fin came over and help her up and she glared at Perito, there was no more lust in her eyes just rage now as she grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the ground before straddling him. She threw one punch right into the side of his face and said. "That is for Maureen." Another punch. "That is for my brother you killed you fucking bastard," Another. "For my little sister who had to watch!" And then one more right into the other side. "And that is for me, because I had the perfect life and because of you it's gone to fucking shit. Fuck you! Fuck you and I hope I will get to watch you, and your fucking whole family burn in fucking hell along with that little fucking whore of yours!" She was breathing so hard, just like she imagine Mozart would after he finished conducting as she got up and off up Pietro, looking over her bruised and battered knuckles.
"Anything you want to do to him before we kill him Fin dear?"
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jul 16, 2015 6:17:19 GMT -5
Cracking. All he could hear were the sounds of his bones cracking. Those sounds seemed to liquefy, to travel through his veins, to fill his head with a resonating screech that rang in his ears and made him tremble. He had no breath, and he gasped, finally feeling some of the tears break free to roll down his face. Every part of him was crying out in agony. The blows were unending and seemed to come from everywhere, all at once, raining down on him ...
Thoughts were ... impossible ... nebulous ...
For some reason, he began to feel warm. It started in his chest and spread.
The words internal bleeding drifted across the futile morass of his brain.
I'm so sorry, Uncle.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 16, 2015 6:34:23 GMT -5
Fin leaned back, taking a drag from his cigarette, and wiping the blade off his knife. Watching Kyra rain blow after blow down on Pietro, Fin moved slightly to keep from having mud and water from splashing his clothes. Waiting he had finished his cigarette, Fin reached down, and pulled Kyra off. "Oi, lovely, my turn."
Dragging Pietro out of the mud, Fin holds him against the wall. "You know... in France... we had this way of making sure prisoners wouldn't run off..." Drawing his knife back out, Finley hooked it behind Pietro calf. "We'd take our knives, bayonets, razor blades... what have ya... and well... do this." The blade cut deep into the muscle and tendons on the back of the leg, and Fin watched as Pietro crumbled.
"One more thing." Fin grabbed Petros wrist, and laid his right hand flat on the ground. Drawing Pietro's wand, Fin smirks, and drives his hand down, driving the wand down through the back of Pietro's hand. Snapping the wand in half, Fin stuffs the handle into his coat and stands back up, before looking at Kyra.
"Right... kill him together?"/font]
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Theodore Keating
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Post by Theodore Keating on Jul 16, 2015 18:57:08 GMT -5
It had been one of the most stressful few weeks of his life. Let's do a quick little recap; he had sex with Vinayak, was told his best friend was going to have a fucking baby, got his ass beat by Aedan, and then had to confess to V that he wasn't a virgin when they had sex. So to say that this night out was not warranted was the understatement of the fucking century, and of could he had to get Searfina out and away from the school. She was just not her normal self, and to see the stress that had been placed on her it was just no good. So he got her all done up, hair laid for the gods and her makeup... it made him jealous that he couldn't look as perfect as she did that night.
So they were off, linked arm in arm like they had done so many times before. Once they were out of that school all their troubles just melted away, laughing and joking around and dancing and drinking. It was moments like this moment of regret crept into his mind, sure he was so so so happy with Vinayak, like it was the first time everything in his life felt right. But if was able to will himself into loving Searfina... then she wouldn't be having Pietro babies, and he wouldn't have to live with the knowledge that more than half the school wanted him dead because they thought he was gay.
The night was starting to draw to a close, and him and Searfina weren't like totally wasted but they both were far enough gone that every second word they said made them laugh and he was starting to get... Handsy. Yeah that's like the classy way of putting it. He hand his arm around Serafina as they started to leave the bar when suddenly there was "Professor Auttenberg?" Turns out she was out that night too and she was a little less than impressed finding the head boy and the head girl totally just gone and wanted to walk them back up to the school. Okay well as long as the professor was with them Theo was gonna have to try and keep his hands to himself. Maybe he will see if Vinayak awake, he normal is since he's like always studying, always... Yeah Theo was pretty sure a study break would be needed.
"Well this isn't the worst way to night." He whispered to Serafina before helping her up and onto his back. After all she didn't need to be walking through this muddy sidestreet drunk and wearing the cutest pair of shoes ever. As they turn a corner and then Theo heard something. A voice that made him tilt his head in confusion. "Professor Baudelaire?" There was no mistaking the red headed woman all dressed up in boy closes. She had suck in his head so because she was like the perfect blank slate for a makeover. But what was she doing down in the darkness of that alley? Theo stopped before gasping slightly. "Professor!" He said a bit louder than he meant to as he saw the broken body of Professor Antonucchi. Oh no no no...
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Post by Serafina Latini on Jul 16, 2015 23:55:40 GMT -5
Every single thing about the last week or so had been absolutely insane. Each petal had been plucked from the dandelion that was Serafina's life to leave behind nothing but a bare and confused stem without the faintest clue on how to keep on moving forward. The events that had taken place in the dining hall had pushed her away from Pietro for a matter of a day, but her love was too strong for the man in order for her to remain away from him. Then, the day after she went back to him, she was informed by a tiny, blonde Aqua that she was carrying two tiny life forms in her uterus - a secret she had only shared with Theo... Oh goodness, her lovely, sweet Theo. Samuel - no, Aedan was apparently his real name - had beaten him to a bloody pulp, and had it not been for her running to collect Pietro, her best friend likely would have been murdered in that crowded hall...
But, despite the horrendous week the two of them had experienced, Theo was always the one to pick her up when she was feeling down. It was sad that he could dress her and fix her hair twenty times better than she could herself, but that was one of the many reasons she loved him. He was her life support, and nothing could tear them apart for as long as she lived. So, after dressing up appropriately, the two had made their way out to the Italian speakeasy. After all, it was the easier place for them to get into, and after what was happening between the two warring families, she figured she definitely ought to steer clear of the O'Briens at all costs. She wasn't sure of what they were capable of anyway.
The night went rather well with a talented band playing, a splendid and sweet blonde bartender, and her best friend downing shots with her. It was no surprise to her that the alcohol got away from her after a while, and while they were both fairly intoxicated by the time they left the establishment, there was no doubt in her mind that she was probably a good bit worse off than Theo was - even if she wouldn't admit it. The two of them made competitions out of most things, and she wouldn't dare admit to being drunker than he was. Still, with his arm draped affectionately around her shoulders and both of hers wrapped around his midsection as she stumbled alongside him through the streets. What she hadn't realized, though, was that one of their professors - Professor Auttenberg - had spotted them and followed them outside of the establishment.
Why was she in there? She wasn't Italian, so was she an Antonucchi? Oh, that was definitely a thought to ponder when she wasn't trying so hard to keep from giggling too loudly or trying to prevent tripping over her own two feet. Luckily, Theo offered to carry her along, and she obliged happily - climbing on his back and clinging to him tightly. This was the first time all week she had truly felt like herself, so it was nice to just cling to him and relax a bit. "Well, maybe if you weren't so looooooud, we might not have been spotted," she teased, giggling like mad immediately after.
But then, both Professor Auttenberg and Theo seemed to be distracted by something taking place in an alleyway that they were passing. Serafina heard a woman's voice that was somewhat familiar, but she wasn't able to make it out until her best friend said the name. "Professor Baudelaire? Goodness, there are professors everywhere..."
Her eyes were slightly hazy as they trailed towards the sound of the DADA professor's voice, and before her eyes could quite make it, Theo screamed out in a distraught and mortified tone that snapped her to attention and caused her to jump slightly on his back. Eyes widening so that she could try and focus a bit more, she took in the redheaded woman and some other man she didn't recognize standing a few feet away from a man who looked like he had been through hell and back. Bloodied and broken chest, cut up face, what appeared to be a broken jaw that she had dreamed of kissing a million time since she was fourteen...
"PIETRO!" She screamed, finally realizing who she was seeing. The man that had stolen her heart and who unknowingly was the father of her bastard children and who always had so much faith in her and who was just her entire world... She scrambled down from Theo's back, fighting against his hands that attempted to keep her still. "NO! STOP!" She shouted at the other two as she attempted to get to his side, but Professor Auttenberg grabbed her firmly and shoved her back towards Theo with a mortified expression on her face.
With Theo gripping firmly at her arms, she flailed and thrashed violently in his grasp to no avail. Physical strength was probably her weakest point, and honestly, even if she did get away from him, there was nothing she could have done other than get herself killed in the process of trying to get to her lover. Why was all of this happening? These were O'Briens, weren't they? They were seeking revenge on Pietro for torturing Maureen and killing Professor Reid, she was sure of it, and while she had sympathized with them unlike Pietro, all of this was enough to wipe that away and replace it with pure hatred. "GET AWAY FROM HIM, GODDAMNIT!!"
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Kyra Reid
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 17, 2015 18:46:03 GMT -5
"Together sounds good." She said with a smile playing with her wand as her fingers ran over it. "You know Pietro, some people find great joy in the prospect of death. Some people, see it as the beautiful ending. A.. reward shall we say for having endured life. Me on the other hand, I don't think about it like that. Death is cold and final and all that happens is you body gets put in the ground to rot, until maggots eat you and your blood clots and turns thick and putrid. And everything you did or say no longer matters, your dead and that's it. And that pretty little slut you call a girlfriend, she'll move on and marry another and have lots of pretty little babies, and by the end of her life, she won't even remember your name."
She looked back over at Fin, wand pointed right at Pietro chest. "Slow and painful, or quick and easy. Either way he'll end up in the same place." She was waiting to see what the man picked when a voice, a sharp female scream made her lower her wand and look down the alley.
"PIETRO!"
She was not expecting to see students there screaming Pietro name. Begging to come over and save him and being pulled back by Nixie and the head boy holding her down. "That's her isn't it? You are fucking a student? Oh my god you are fucking a student?! What does your dear sweet uncle think of that." Now if it was just the students she would have no problem finishing off Pietro right here but no Nixie had to be with them. And the other woman looked hell bent on stopping them, stupid woman just had to be getting in the way. She tucked her wand away and looked back over at Fin, her voice a low tone so only he could here. "Don't fuck with Nixie alright? She'll probably just want to get him out of here. I'll finish Pietro off later don't worry okay."
She couldn't kill him now. So she would have to adapt and thank god for Serafina giving herself away.
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