Thread: Adderstrike(HP)Church/Moon

Blake let out a relieved sigh at the knowledge that Zach hadn't been with anyone, though he didn't know why he would expect for him not to be with someone before Blake. It wasn't a surprise to him to hear about his flirting. He had already known that he was extremely flirtatious. At first it had bothered him but it was clear that it was just the type of person he was. It actually made him wonder why he hadn't had sex before Blake. He watched Harry walk away before shutting the door and locking it before his little adventure to the roof and back again. Raze startled him, thinking he was in trouble before the man started speaking, noticing about how little they cared about what they did with their time, as long as they were following the rules of the house. The dark-haired boy seemed fairly uninterested as they moved through the halls, seeing the crowd gathered and was glad he was tall enough to see over most of the others gathered around Harry and an adult he had never seen before. He watched the man intently, jaw clenching a little as blood spilled from the gash and onto the carpet. A miserable way to die. Harry was just putting on a show to keep everyone in balance and had obviously grown numb to the killing. Zach had been so adamant about killing, part of the reason he didn't believe that he could have tortured anyone. Blake wondered what Harry would be like without the pressure of being a 'King' and having to take care of a bunch of kids when you were a kid yourself. The crowd cheered as the elder male fell to his knees and then on his face, Harry still putting on a show. It did seem like he cared about all the kids, especially since the only rules were centered around them pretty much, that much he could tell was real. Raze began speaking again as if everything was normal and nothing had happened out of the ordinary, Blake pretty much tuning him out until he mentioned the brutal murders of any child rapist, something Blake didn't necessarily have a problem with given his background. Then a woman was mentioned. It felt like a rock was stuck in his throat that had cut off the air from his lungs and left him stuck there for a few moments before regaining his apathetic front, glad that Raze hadn't noticed his momentary falter. His head was spinning, and if he thought he wasn't listening before now he wouldn't even be able to tell if the other was speaking English if asked. They were in line for food and he looked up at the man you know what? I need to run back to my room to grab something, thanks for the tour or whatever, I'll come and check back in with you later he told him, walking through the room right past Harry without looking at him. It didn't take him long to get all his things on his person, having all his belongings and putting the jacket on, taking the advantage of it being meal-time to leave without being noticed. When Raze would go by the key would be taped to the outside of the door, along with a note hastily written on parchment. It was addressed to Harry. ' It surprises me that you would blame someone for a murder when you are one yourself, slaughtering a woman and leaving her child an orphan to fend for himself without anyone to look out for him. It probably didn't cross your mind if that man you slaughtered today had children either. Children that will never get to see their father again because you wanted to make an example and prove you were a 'leader'. Compassion is a more remarkable trait by far to violence. I'll be visiting her apartment where she was murdered if you'd care to pay your respects. ' Blake wouldn't expect him to come, he probably had much better things to do but for some reason he felt like he needed to include where he was going in some lost sense of hope that someone else could care about him even if they weren't fucking him. He climbed the fire-escape up to the window, opening it and stepping inside the apartment, a rush of memories flooding him. He hadn't been here since he'd seen her body laying there on the floor. There were few good memories from here, a birthday when he had gotten a cake and she hadn't been strung out and it was just the two of them and he was actually able to sleep the whole night through. The smell was just the same, except maybe a little stale. A squeak sounded and the male backed up, looking as a man came up behind him. He moved away and others came into the room, looking at him without saying a thing, they just kept him from running away. A one-legged, one-eyed man approached. He was very ugly, with a strange fake eye in his other socket that flicked around strangely. There was a tall, burly black man as well as a woman with neon pink hair. There were others as well but they weren't nearly as remarkable as these three. Aurors, he knew that much. Zach had spoken about mad-eye before. His eyes glanced up at the ceiling and then towards the kitchen, though his body language was relaxed and he seemed bored. Don't worry about the roof caving in or the kitchen exploding. Zach's magic wasn't very well hidden, though traps had never been his specialty the man began, looking at Blake for some sort of emotion to flash upon his face, disappointed when he was given nothing. Blake had learned well to keep his thoughts off of his face, saving him more than once. Where is Zach by the way? Blake regarded him for a moment before speaking he's dead. Died a few days ago he remarked apathetically. The man almost seemed angry and the knowledge that he was dead, gritting his teeth as he looked at the arrogant boy in front of him. Why are you in my apartment? he asked the Auror, a little angry they would just break in. We were waiting for you to come back. We didn't think it would take this long. We knew your mother was Adderstrike though someone had gotten to her before we could and then when you disappeared we knew they had gotten to you as well. Blake feigned confusion well enough that Zach would have been proud. I have no idea what you're talking about he lied smoothly, not even making the movement to reach for his wand, knowing the people behind his back would have theirs at the ready. Don't lie to me boy. I've grown tired of being in this shit-hole looking for you. I know you know something he growled. Blake shrugged well since you're here and aren't planning on gang-raping me, I'm going to fix some tea for you guys since I don't expect you'll be leaving anytime soon. Mooney grabbed him by his thick hair, throwing him into the wall with a dull thud. Blake fell on the ground, groaning as he rotated his shoulder, making sure it was still where it was supposed to be. That was unnecessary he muttered That is just the beginning if you decide to keep fucking with me he threatened and pushed Blake into a chair. Ropes were tied around his legs and arms, securing him to the chair. He was stripped of his wand, knives and guns, glaring up at the Auror. He didn't have a chance of fighting back or running so he decided against that, thinking that maybe he could cut a deal with them so they wouldn't kill him or wipe his mind and take his magic. The end of a wand was pushed against his temple, suddenly feeling as if someone was trying to squeeze his head, slightly uncomfortable but bearable. The woman spoke he's been trained . Mooney shook his head Even after death he's still looking out for his little orphan bitch. Blake giving him a look filled with pure hatred. Tell me what you know and this will be quick and painless, Blake looked him up and down Well, you're a dumbass and clearly don't know how to do your job very well if all you could come up with is hiding out here until I decided to show up. I'm sure your boss wasn't too happy about that he said, the smart ass remark earning him the cruciatus curse. The pain flaring up in every cell in his body. He yelled out in pain, his body jerking tense until it stopped, sagging in the chair and panting a little. He had never felt anything like that before. It was terrible . Let's try this again, shall we? What do you know about them Blake? What do you know about your boyfriend? Blake was looking down, taking in a deep breath before looking up Fuck you. Screaming soon followed his words from his lungs. It was probably only seconds though it felt like minutes the pain coursed through his body, feeling like flames were licking along his skin and poured through his veins. Blake swallowed and enjoyed the oxygen flooding into his lungs once again. What did Zach say about the Adderstrike? Shit , now he would get slammed for giving them the truth nothing, he never said anything well, it was pretty much the truth. Aaaahhhhhh!!!!!!! His voice was already straining as it was being overused. You don't have to keep doing this to yourself Blake, you don't owe them anything. They killed your mother. He did have a point, but for some reason he was much more willing to protect the people who gave him food and protected young children than adults who wanted to torture the truth out of him. My mother was a crack-whore who pimped me out for money. If they killed her I should send them a gift basket he said though it was the furthest from the truth yet. He braced himself for the pain, though it was shorter that time, guessing that his answer hadn't pissed him off as much as the others. His breathing was labored and it was getting difficult to hold his head up on his own. He could take getting fucked in the ass and he would take that any day over this excruciating pain. Who is the King of Adderstrike? Harry Potter, not that you'll ever find out They have a monarchy? That's a little twelfth century, don't you think? This one was much, much longer than the others. His throat was getting raw, head rolled back against the back of the chair. The others were fairly quiet up until this point, only his speech stopping the onslaught of knives slicing him open, or so it felt. Moody, this is not our way the man said, looking at the poor teenage boy and back to mad-eye. Do you realize how many of us they have slaughtered? Even if he knows nothing he may be a good bait to lure them out to help him, giving us the chance to find them . Blake had grown tired, wanting nothing more to do with this. He wanted to pain to stop and it wouldn't take very much more for him to spill just to get it to stop. Please he begged, his voice hoarse and raspy. What, your buddies decided not to come and rescue you? And they're supposed to be so loyal. he mocked, looking at Blake and giving him about ten seconds, watching as the boy screamed out, his body taking more than most. Many would have already passed out before now, slightly impressed at his pain tolerance. shit, this is long. Lol