Reminders

Trying to write more for my story - Waiting , and it appears cold medicine has made the plot bunnies rabid, and althought this didn\'t fit in with the story at all - it refused to not be written. Inspired in part by a challenge on an lj community, in part because of a discussion in the rpg I run, and in part cause I am doped up on meds. So here it is. 581 words, 25 minutes of effort, so it isn\'t much...


Red heads slammed together by delicate feminine hands, amazingly strong despite their appearance.

Soon they were on opposite sides of the room, facing each other - bound and naked on stiff wooden slabs. The dark haired woman walked back and forth between them, striking with a heavy wooden mallet she hefted in her hand quite easily - enjoying the way it sunk in slightly when it hit the sensitive and utterly breakable pieces of bone that cracked so delightfully when she struck them.

Sharp cries of pain came from their mouths, and their faces twisted into almost identical grimaces of pain.

She focused her attention suddenly on one of them, dropping the mallet with an echoing thud on the cold, stone floor. She pulled a knife from the folds of her gown and ran it lazily down the boys stomach, grinning darkly as the flesh split open and they both screamed loudly - one in pain, and one in anguish for his twin. Ah, what fun this was. She thought absently, even as she brought the knife to his cheek and slashed again, marring the perfect face with something akin to glee shining in her own face.

A shout sounded from the other boy, and she turned around swiftly and stalked over to him. \"What did you say to me?\"

He met her gaze and repeated what he had said. \"You are a sick, twisted woman, and you\'ll pay for this!\"

Gales of insane laughter spilled forth from her mouth then, and she slammed her hand into the boys face, licking her lips as the bones were crushed underneath her hand and blood spurted forth from the boys face. She brought her now bloody hand to her mouth and licked the blood off of it slowly. \"At least you\'re Pureblood - doesn\'t taste so horrible that way.\"

Screams came once again from their throats and now she began in earnest. Slice after slice, until she had given up on the knife all together, dropping it carelessly on the floor, and swung her hand casually - back and forth in a sick rythm - creating gash after gash in each of their bodies until the blood ran in rivers onto the floor.

She focused on the first one again - eyes flashing from within her head as she grabbed his flacid penis in her steel grip, squeezing until the tears ran down and mingled with the blood.

Summoning the knife to her, she caught it in her free hand and swiftly dug it into the boys ear, grinning in satisfaction as his eyes took on that blank look she so loved to see.

She pulled the knife from his ear, the squelch it made causing her to immediately become wet, and made her way over to the other one - who\'s face was a mask of utter terror by then.

She stuck the knife in his stomach and then with a quickness that would have startled most people, she shoved her fingers into his eye sockets, blinding him immediately.

Satisfied she had made a point with them, she left them as they were, near death and bound, and went to go get Goyle and Crabbe to take the decimated bodies back where they could be found.

They might die before they were found, but that wasn\'t her concern. She had done her Lord\'s work, and those that were not loyal would be reminded that none of them were safe.