``too messed up <Cora/Death Eaters>

[girlingreen]

"I'm sorry," Cora muttered as she continued forward, wanting to hug her brother, but knowing that there wasn't time for it. They reached the bottom of the stairs and walked into the Entrance Hall. Cora flicked her wand at the doors and they opened for the twins. She then stored her wand in her pocket and checked her watch. Four minutes left.

[littlebit]

Dean took long strides to keep up with his sister, she seemed to be rushing to get somewhere and was nearly late. He felt his heart hammering inside his chest quite nervously, he didn't like not knowing what was going on around him. Dean was no expert, but it just didn't feel right. "Cora, you do realize we're heading into the forest, right?" said Dean, noting the trees getting closer and closer. He didn't like this, not one little bit.

[girlingreen]

Cora bit her lip slightly as they entered the forest. Dean seemed to be as nervous as she felt, though Cora was sure that she wasn't showing her fear nearly as much. "Yes," she replied shortly, not trusting herself to say anything more. At least Dean was still following her. She had half expected him to run at the sight of the woods. But they were twins, and Dean trusted her. Cora could only hope that Isabelle didn't hurt him.

[gaspevil]

"Well, you have proved that you are capable of performing simple tasks, well done, Eliza-Coraline," said Isabelle, tone well-oiled with sarcasm. They were both nervous, Isabelle could feel it in the air, hear it in their abnormally quick pulses. She fixed her burgundy eyes unblinkingly on Dean. If the girl bring herself to do the next part of her task, Isabelle would gladly initiate her, and if she proved to be trustworthy, give her the Dark Mark. Isabelle gave Dean's knee a swift, but very powerful kick, so he wouldn't be able to run from them.

[littlebit]

Dean gave a yell of pain as Isabelle's stone-like foot collided with his knee. For a split second, his leg bent backward, and then it buckled beneath his weight and he fell to the brush-coated ground. His eyes watered in pain, he had probably broken several bones and tore all the ligaments in his knee. The pain was agonizing. He looked up at his sister in disbelief. "How... Could you?" Dean managed to gasp out, trying to refrain from screaming again.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle allowed a small smirk to tug the right corner of her mouth upward in watching the boy's obvious pain. She enjoyed doing this to people, all of the years when people called her a freak, hated her, quite literally tortured her soul. One day they would all bow down to her, the person they had poked fun at, now immortal, practically invincible. "Put your wand on him, hurt him, your brother, your flesh and blood. Cause him pain." Isabelle said coldly. Her cold eyes flashed in almost excitement.

[girlingreen]

Dean's words cut her more deeply than any injury could, and Cora very nearly screamed as he fell to the ground. It was like a nightmare, what Isabelle was telling her to do. Anyone else but Dean would be fine, but he was her twin brother. Cora looked wildly between the two of them, but was unable to meet either one's eyes. How could she hurt Dean further? And yet how could she not? Isabelle would kill them both if she didn't point her wand at her brother and hurt him. Cora was determined not to show the vampire how hurting her brother would hurt herself. She drew her wand from her cloak and slowly pointed it at Dean, finding herself near tears. She mouthed sorry to him, though Cora knew that he was not going to forgive her for this. "Crucio," she whispered and hurriedly closed her eyes, but she could still hear his screams.

[littlebit]

The curse gripped him relentlessly, he had never felt a worse pain in his life. It was as if every bit of him were on fire, a force was shattering every bone in his body, and there was an immense weight on his chest that made it hard to breathe. The pain was blinding him, and Dean was certain that he was screaming more loudly than he ever had in his life. He wanted to die... And then nothingness as the torture ceased. Dean knew he wasn't safe, but all he could do was lay there, and allow the tears of agony to run down his face.

[girlingreen]

Cora released the spell as quickly as she thought Isabelle would allow her too, praying that Dean wasn't hurt too badly. She turned back to the woman who would probably soon become her leader, finding herself incapable of even looking at her twin brother, whose screams had tortured her more than any type of physical pain. Her mind flickered to Bradly. He would kill her if he knew. And what of his pregnant girlfriend, Angel, or whatever? Sure Cora wasn't particularly close to her, but she sure wouldn't like to see a pregnant woman get mad, especially such a gifted witch. And yet, Cora didn't think she could stop. It had to be easier to torture someone else.

[gaspevil]

Isabelle nearly relished in the screams, they made what she was doing worthwhile. She wanted to punish the whole of the earth, nobody would be safe from her, spare for her faithful followers. "Good, Eliza-Coraline, you have held up your end of the deal," said Isabelle. She whipped out her wand and wove a spell that caused a Death Eater mask to appear in front of her. Isabelle held the mask out to the girl, and then put her wand upon Dean. "Sectumsempra," she said aloud.

[littlebit]

Dean yelled in sheer agony as eight deep gashes cut their way across his chest. He instantly felt hot blood gushing from the wounds, rapidly staining his shirt and seeping onto the ground. Dean could only breathe in short, stuttering bursts. This would never amount to any of the physical pain he had ever had, or probably ever would have. Dean would much rather that Isabelle killed him than subject him to such horror. And Cora, he had never felt more betrayed in his life.

[girlingreen]

Just after Cora took the Death Eater mask from Isabelle, Dean screamed again. She jumped and looked over, to find her brother on the ground with huge gashes across his chest. It was one of those moments when Cora wished she knew some healing spells because she would have risked it all to stop the pain. "Please stop," she said evenly to Isabelle. "Anyone else you can take from me, but please don't hurt Dean any further."

[gaspevil]

Isabelle wasn't listening to the girl, which probably worked in her favour anyways. The smell of the boy's blood permeated the small clearing where they were, it was close to being repulsive. Nevertheless, Isabelle knelt by Dean's side. Quickly, she dipped her index finger into one of his wounds, and examined the dark burgundy blood on the end of her finger. She licked it and thought a few moments, as if she were sampling fine wine. He tasted as repulsively as he smelled. Isabelle stood and looked to Cora. "Leave him, we have to find the others, no doubt Bellatrix needs our assistance with those idiots." said Isabelle, taking a few steps slowly so Eliza-Coraline would be able to keep up with her.

[girlingreen]

With one last fleeting glance at Dean, Cora slipped on her new Death Eater mask and hurried after Isabelle, trying not to make the vampire angry. She didn't want to have to face that kind of power. Cora doubted that Dean could do anything about his situation, so she promised herself that she would come back for him to try and make things right, or as right as she could. Dean would probably never forgive her for becoming a Death Eater, but he was just going to have to live with that.

[littlebit]

Dean wanted to shout at his sister, call her horrible things, but breathing was already difficult, he didn't think he would be able to even talk, let alone scream. After the both of them had vanished, Dean though through his options. He was wandless, alone in the forest, incapable of standing, and would most likely bleed to death if nobody came for him. In a burst of adrenalin, Dean pushed himself along the ground with his uninjured leg, he did not stop until he reached the point of utter exhaustion. He had at least, made it out of the trees, but could not move another inch. Dean allowed himself to cry from the sheer agony, every breath caused him pain, he knew that unless by some miracle, he would die here, betrayed. Dean's mind began drifting between waking and unconscious realms. Death, it wasn't such a bad idea to him anymore...