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Post by Lord Voldemort on Jul 9, 2010 13:43:04 GMT -5
Voldemort swam through her visions as Jack apologized, looking through to see if there were any solid proof of her suicide.... visions were popping up sporadically, and true he did see what she saw... but that did not mean that these were guarantees. Jack himself had never seen Syrine here, he had said it. And Tom Riddle knew damn well that the future wasn't guaranteed, and that you could stop certain things from happening.
Syrine Bonaparte's suicide was easily one of them, especially with Caldwell at Hogwarts.
He broke out of her mind just as Jack finished saying good-bye. Voldemort hadn't paid much attention to the words he said, but it was unusual for him to even hear something so heartfelt. That only made what he was about to do much sweeter.
Jason Caldwell watched as Jack said his goodbye to Syrine, as his Dark Lord was rummaging and pillaging through her fragile mind. Suddenly, Jason felt a sickness spreading in his stomach. Killing Jack would hurt Syrine - and why did his Lord want to hurt a girl like that? He couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl suddenly - and images of something from his childhood suddenly flooded his mind.
A boy and a girl, walking through the woods. The boy was Jason himself, all of 10 years old, just months before he received his Hogwarts letter. The girl... he couldn't remember the girl's name. She was pretty, blonde, and had a cute laugh. It was a pretty spring day when one of the older boys in the neighborhood stepped out from behind a tree. He had just finished Hogwarts and had been quite a troublemaker, that's all Jason knew about him. The girl looked frightened and began to run the other way. Confused, Jason followed her. Suddenly, there was a flash of green light... the little girl fell to the ground, her body limp and lifeless. "REBECCA! NO!" Jason screamed.
He never saw the older boy again.
Jason stepped back in shock, having forgotten about that for many years. Rebecca.... his childhood best friend... the images disturbed him.
Voldemort stepped forward, smirking. Without any further words, the Dark Lord was getting what he wanted. "Avada Kedavra!" he yelled, and his wand flashed the all-too-familiar green light that sent Jack Deblanc to meet his fate.
Jason reached out, not to stop Lord Voldemort - there was no stopping him, and Jason still felt loyal to his Lord - but for Syrine. Before he could even take a step, Riddle had already done the deed.
Jack was dead.
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Post by Syrine Bonaparte on Jul 10, 2010 12:54:31 GMT -5
Syrine's heart stopped, she was certain, the room seemed to slow down. She recoiled away from Jack as the green light flashed, and then he was there. She picked up his hand again it was cold. She sat kneeling over the man she had cared for, and never really got to know. Jack Deblanc, his last words had hit her like a truck. She couldn't move, couldn't let go of his hand just sat there starring at his lifeless face.
And just like that breath returned to her body and she took one, and then another. The room returned to normal. Her eyes focused again, hard as it was with the tears she didn't even realize streaming down her face. "I promise, this was not in vain", she whispered, more to reassure herself, but also to the form that was once Jack Deblanc. She squeezed his hand, almost expecting the guesture to be returned before. Dropping it.
She wasn't sure she could get to her feet, she stumbled in her first attempt to try, but her gaze returned to Voldemort. It was cold and hard, something had turned to ice inside of Syrine, but even so, she wouldn't let that make her hollow, she wouldn't become what Jack had been when she had first met him. She was herself, she was Syrine, she had seen and felt great tradgedy, but there were things more important then herself, Jack had realized this, Syrine knew it, Voldemort had no idea.
She struggled to stand again, wanting to appear strong, but her body would not comply.
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Post by Jason Caldwell on Jul 22, 2010 8:42:12 GMT -5
Both Jason and Riddle stared, watched Syrine at the moment of Jack's untimely death. Voldemort had a smirk on his face, satisfied with what he had done, satisfied with winning. Syrine was now his, and there was no more interference from Jack Deblanc. The filthy would-be-traitor was dead.
When the girl turned to look into his eyes, Voldemort smirked back at her. She was a foolish girl, but soon she would learn. As she watched, he turned towards the door to leave, the snake Nagini following her master but carefully eying the dead body on the ground, hungry. At the door, the man turned to Syrine and spoke.
"You'll do great things with me, girl. You'll see, this was all for the greater good." His words were harsh, spoken in his typical nonchalant lethargic tone, with still a wisp of malice laced in his voice. Riddle was not one to be sympathetic.
With those short words, Riddle and Nagini left the room. The door slammed shut with a crash.
Jason saw Syrine struggle to walk, and it pained him to see. He recalled the little girl in the forest, how he had ran to her.... she hadn't gotten up, she was cold.... how he curled up next to her, crying, and fell asleep.... Jason shook his head. He couldn't think of that right now.
He stepped forward. "Let me help," he said softly, pure sympathy in his voice, as he bent down and grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up gently. Jason leaned Syrine onto him, just slightly so she would have balance, as she gained her strength in her legs back.
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Post by Syrine Bonaparte on Jul 23, 2010 11:43:31 GMT -5
In a daze she was pulled off the ground, for a moment she thought Jack had come to life again, and his kind voice was in her ear, but then she realized there was something wrong with the way the voice sounded, her face went from content to confused and then shifted to angry, as she gained her feet, she spun on Jason. "Don't touch me", she swore the bitterness in her voice was enough to stop someone dead.
She recoiled away from him, into the wall and stood with her back against it, her legs attempting to give out at any moment, her mind felt so bruised and beaten, it hurt to look at even the dim lighting in the room. "You bastard", she heard herself say, "you fucking bastard". She slid down the wall as the tears threatened again. What a perfect time for a vision to hit.
Her head tipped upwards, her mouth opened in a gasp and her eyes clouded over. The man with the angel face, shrouded in darkness was there again, the darkness consumed him, it wrapped around him, there was no light anymore, only his face, his angel face. She knew him now, Jason, the corrupter, the betrayer of her at least. His features softened and the darkness around him shifted moving off of him, then he was there. Younger perhaps, yes he was much younger. Death was following him, she watched as it passed him up, it hit another. Green flash. A falling girl. This had already happened, she tried to remind herself it had already happened. "Face the dark", she whispered, "Beneath is light, only if there were flame to fight".
"Stop!" she said as she sat up suddenly. She didn't want to see anymore, she didn't want to hear anymore, she didn't want to know anymore about this man, this twisted creature of a man he had become. She brought her knees up to her starring into the distance. "Do you know who killed her?" she asked in a monotone voice. "I do."
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Post by Jason Caldwell on Jul 23, 2010 15:47:15 GMT -5
For a split second, Jason thought that Syrine was just going to let him take her to a room in the house for some rest, but then she turned angrily at him. He watched her back away from him, screaming. It didn't bother Jason, it just made him sad. What was wrong with him?
By now, Jason was familiar with how Syrine looked when she was having a vision, but he thought it'd be best not to pull her out of it now. She needed to see her visions for his Dark Lord, even if it exhausted her.
He knealt near her, just at arm's length away, and watched her, ready to help if she needed it, allowed it.
When she asked if he knew who killed her, Jason was taken aback. He stood up, stepped back. He looked at her, incredulous. How did she have a vision of her? She died a long time ago... 13 years... was it normal for Syrine to have a vision of the past?
He turned to her, eyes stone cold, jaw set hard. "Who are you talking about?" he demanded, his voice shaking just slightly. Maybe she wasn't talking about Rebecca. She couldn't be... could she?
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Post by Syrine Bonaparte on Jul 23, 2010 16:31:50 GMT -5
Syrine looked up at him, "You know who i'm talking about", her eyes looked tired and her arms were hanging limp like she couldn't gather the strength to move them. "Was she the first death you saw?" her words were growing more and more fierce, "Did it seem ok to kill after she had been ripped away from you, is that what snapped, is that what made you", she spat.
"You think she'd want you like this?" now she was just being cruel, "twisted and dark, just like the one who took her", she breathed, "You can't remember him, but I saw him clear as day", her face turned painful, she didn't want to ever see that sadistic smile again, never, never.
She closed her eyes trying to remember the words that she was feeling, the names, faces, places, "Rebecca", she breathed. She was hardly keeping her head up anymore, it swayed as she sent it against the wall.
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Post by Kryssi FOREVER on Aug 2, 2010 19:56:12 GMT -5
Jason stood there, frozen, staring at her, nearly shaking in anger and fear. What had Syrine saw? She said she knew him... knew the murderer of Rebecca. His beloved childhood friend.
"Yes," he said gruffly, angry at her cruelty but understanding why she felt the need to lash out. Jason had become difficult and moody and cruel to former friends for a period of time after her murder.
"She was the first murder I ever saw. It made me angry.... if I could remember..... I would kill him," Jason said, his voice quiet but gruff and angry. Jason didn't care if Rebecca would want that - Rebecca was destined to work for the Dark Lord too, her family was Pureblood also and despised Muggles and Mudbloods, just as his parents did. Rebecca would understand.
"Do you know him?"
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Post by Syrine Bonaparte on Aug 10, 2010 9:55:41 GMT -5
"No I have never seen him before", Syrine admitted, "But you have." She closed her eyes. "He felt, close to you, like a mentor, like a father, something of that sort", she breathed before opening her eyes again.
"And he's coming here", her eyes were unfocused now, starring at something that wasn't there, she was controlling her site this time, weaving a path for the man she was looking for, "soon", she added. That was all she could tell. She didn't know why she was telling Jason any of this, the man was a monster, he didn't deserve to know he deserved to be haunted for the rest of his life. Jack was gone... There was no one to save her now, no one to help her. She felt like curling up again, never moving, just waiting for death to take her too, but she had something to finish, something to do. She had to become Jack Deblanc, and she had to do it better. Finish what he could not.
"Jason", she said her voice barely a whisper, "I would like to go to Jack's room, my room", she said still starring off into some invisable space.
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Post by Jason Caldwell on Aug 12, 2010 15:39:54 GMT -5
He was coming here, soon? Someone Jason knew... looked up to. No, Jason refused to believe that. How could he not remember the murderer of the only person he had ever truly cared for aside from his parents? How could he not know who he had been seeking for the past 14 years?
Jason was quiet, he didn't even respond to her. When she asked to be taken to Jack's old room, he nodded. He looked at her, tired and exhausted, her mind having been rummaged through and having witnessed her first of what was sure to be many murders close up and personal.
He silently scooped the girl up gently and carried her to Jack's room, thinking all the while of Rebecca. Jack's room wasn't far off from this room. He pushed the door open with his foot and set her on Jack's bed. Jason felt no remorse for following his Lord's orders, but he did not like seeing Syrine like this.
"Thank you.... and... I'm sorry,' he finally said to her after laying her on the bed. "Goodnight."
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Post by Syrine Bonaparte on Aug 12, 2010 20:31:40 GMT -5
Syrine didn't protest this time she allowed him to scoop her up, she rested her arms around his shoulders to keep herself upright her mind was exhausted as was her body. Physical pain couldn't describe what the girl had just gone through.
She didn't reply to his apology or his thanks, she didn't speak after he told her goodnight, she simply curled up into and a ball and faced away from him as soon as he left the tears started forming in her eyes, and she let them fall, clutching the blankets as she cried herself to sleep.
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