Murder, HA! Death is part of life

Or did I just give up? Because it's starting to become pointless.

*farrows his brows* Why would you associating yourself with such a foul, disgusting creature? Why are you telling me this?

Let's not make the goal to be his death just yet, Bryony. If he dies, he dies. If not, well at lease we have our just do's in the process.

Don't tell me to hush.

#chats #bryony

I'm going to try and make myself fat.

Well, now I’m going to wear sweatpants, considering the information you just gave me.

That’s unfortunate. I wouldn’t mind torturing the boy to send a message, though- your daughter needs to learn that she can never be happy, and Theodore needs to learn not to take what is not his.

I’m sure it makes your tummy flutter.

#chats #bryony #cries 5ever because bro it hurts

Wear what ever you want, Bryony. I'm not your fucking mother now am I?

*lets out a small smirk;than lets it fade* So if I were to get him captive. You would gladly help me? Maybe, if we are lucky enough. He will die during. What a dream that will be. This is why I picked you to help me. Everything I feed you. You take.

My tummy? We aren't five here, Bryony. Brush up on your vocabulary a bit.

I'm going to try and make myself fat.

Maybe so. I’ll have to remember to wear clothing at night now.

Have you ever wanted to kill him? There are so many people in this place you could send to Azkaban for it… He has no right, and I don’t want him taking credit for anything I do.

Because it’s you, Brennus. Robotic lack of emotion fails me when it comes to you.

You lack of clothing has never bothered my in past. So, please. Don't change one bit.

It has crossed my mind a few times. But I could never kill him. He is the closest thing I have to a friend. As what normal people call them. I don't like him taking my work as his own either. Maybe we should torture that boy of his. I can't stand the kid anyways! He made my Rhyan...feel....special. That she is worth the life I gave her.

Really now? What a treat to hear.

#chats #bryony

I'm going to try and make myself fat.

Oh? Boo, I thought I was onto something.

We are on the right track. We’re making something beautiful happen, Brennus. Everyone in our cause lies dormant but we… We’re changing the game- it’s in our hands right now.. And that’s thanks to you.

I don’t like it when you do that. It hurts.

I’m glad to hear that.

Maybe you were and I just pulled back before it was too late?

*smirks;straightening up* I'm glad you can see all the work I put forth. Theodore tends to take all the credit that I do. Sometime even what you do. *picks up and glass* It just erks me how he could take my work and say it's his! *breaks the glass in his hand;than lets the shattered glass hit the floor* But it's okay...because he is one of us. I must share my workings. Or so I'm told.

I thought you had no emotions? How could it possibly hurt?

#chats #bryony

I'm going to try and make myself fat.

Well, now I know how to repel you next time you try to get- [laughs] nevermind. Well, we talk about said killings all the time, but I suppose another endless back and forth about it all will do us good, won’t it?

How could you say that? I’ve sold my heart to you and my loyalty, and everything else you’ve wanted from me. I gave you my home for a headquarters, I have done so much. How dare you.

If you can’t trust me, Brennus, kill me.

#chats #bryony #its so true bro

*just looks at her with no expression* No, it actually won't. *lets out a sigh* With this whole thing with the Ministry. Has caused me to think something. We are on the right track. Don't you agree? It means what we are doing is showing effects.

You know I like to reassure these things with you. If you like to...get some food. Feel free to do so. Just...keep it on the wrap.

I can't kill you, Bryony. Your blood is too much worth.

I'm going to try and make myself fat.

Oh, boo hoo, Brennus. I can eat as much as I want to- it doesn’t affect my ability to work. While I travel into the world of fresh baked goods, what might we have to speak about?

I did everything you wanted me to already. I thought I’d have at least a few hours to myself.

That shit will go straight to your hips and cause you to look like my wife. Trust me. No man wants that. It's disgusting. *groans* The manner of the killings we have done over the past months. You should know this.

If I give you even just a moment to yourself. You will surely come to your senses and out me and the others. How can I trust that you are heading to the kitchen and not plotting to take myself and the others down?

#chats #bryony #Tarryn

I'm going to try and make myself fat.

Am I alone in this or can I trust someone to join me in the kitchens?

#chats #would this count as bryony? idk man xD #i'm going to count it #bryony #Tarryn

The last thing you need to do is stuff your mouth, Bryony. We have work to speak about.

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Her time to go? What kind of shit is that? No one deserves to be killed. No one deserves to die that young.

If that is so. Why did she die so young? Why was she murdered?

#chats #darien

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Wait…Mouse?

Yeah, it was her time to go. Can't change that now. No matter how much you cry.

#chats #darien

She was just an innocent caught in the cross fire of the Devil ll Whitlea & Brennus

She cursed inwardly at herself as she flinched hearing the loud crashes from his rage. Honesty was always the right policy wasn’t it? Then why did she feel so terrible now? She had just gotten Mr.and Mrs. Nott in more trouble than they needed to be. All because of her stupid big mouth and inability to keep her speculations to herself. She tried to backpedal although the attempt was very feeble at best. “She.. she could be happy for some other reason. She never actually mentioned t-t-hat Mr. Nott had anything to do with it. Maybe it was just coincidental and she was happy beca-cause of something else. Besides once she heard someone mention th-that Slytherin boy who died a couple days a-a-go she wasn’t very happy after that.” She rambled trying desperately to fix her mistake. She didn’t want someone to be hurt because she was a naive idiot. Whitlea bit down on the inside of her cheek as the blade grazed it.

She felt the ropes around her start to loosen. He was really just going to let her go? He must have known how truly afraid she was to say anything about what happened. She hated herself for it. She was a coward and he knew it. “I.. I don’t know sir. I’ve never thought of k-k-k-killing someone before. So nothing really.. um.. comes to mind.” She left out the part that she never wanted to kill someone only because she feared that he might use that against her.

He just ignored all her rambling and stuttering. All it did was put him on the edge of no return. "Shut up!" he yelled. "Just shut up before I cut your tongue out to make you." he grunted as he kicked the table that was now on the ground. When she rambled about killing someone. Brennus just let out a heavy sigh. "Fine, you are no more use to me." he hissed as he walked over away from her. He pointed his wand at her. Casting a spell to make her forget that he was the one who placed her here. But to make her remember what had happened here. As a good bye present in his mind. Once she feel asleep. The man swung her over his shoulder and left the room where he had his torture.

He looked to see if the coast was clear. With that he walked to the Hufflepuff Common Room. Placing her limp body on the ground for someone to find her. He bent down and placed a single black rose on her chest. Crossing her arms over her chest. He then left a locket by her head. This was all apart of the plan. He stood up and walked away from the situation. Making her helpless and to await for some house mate of her's to find her.

She was just an innocent caught in the cross fire of the Devil ll Whitlea & Brennus

Whitlea braced herself for more pain, but time passed and nothing happened. Was he finished? Was he satisfied for the moment? She took the time without pain to try and catch her breath. Not knowing if he was truly finished or just admiring his work like an artist at his easel. She wasn’t prepared when once again she was hit by the spell her body writhing in pain. Her doubts had been surprisingly correct over whether head fulfilled his needs or not.

She flinched as she felt his arms around her and she could sense that his face wasn’t far from her own. She was glad she didn’t have to look him in the eye right now. She didn’t think that she would be able to now. If he knew about what had happened between AJ and her then you could know anything about her that he wanted. It was really the only secret that she had ever kept. She drew in a sharp, pain-filled breath as she tried to search for the right answers for him. “I-I-I have never.. really um.. spoken to your daughter, but she seemed a lot happier during class today than I’ve ever seen her before. So I suppose that he could be the reason why.” She stammered quickly. She almost started laughing at his second question, but she was able to resist it out of fear. The man had just tortured her and put her through an incredible amount of pain, and now he wanted to know what she thought of him? It just seemed a little comical.. perhaps she was coming unhinged herself. “You’re terrifying.” She finally blurted out before flinching. Just waiting for him to react and hurt her once again. Though knowing the that the pain was coming didn’t seem to dull its sting.

His fist pounded on the table when she claimed Rhyan being happier than before Theo. "I KNEW IT!" he screeched. He quickly popped himself up and started to thrash in the room. Knocking over all the knives on the table and flipping it. "THAT LITTLE FUCKIN' SLUT! I SWEAR ONCE I SEE HERE NEXT!" he picked up one of the knives on the ground and threw it against the wall. It stuck into another table set up by him. It was a flat wooden board that sat against the stones. He turned to her fastly, as he picked up another knife. "She lied to me!" he yelled once more. With that he went back over to Whitlea, slitting her cheek open with the knife. "You know what it feels like to be lied to, Brant? It sucks! And they slimmed by and I feel for their lies!" he screamed once more. He dragged the knife down to her neck. Blood was covering the blade. It was for sure to be stained now. He threw the knife and he closed in once more to her. "That little slut and that boy are gonna get it this time." he whispered in her ear. "I'm done spearing her life. Nothing my nephew can say will make me not kill her now." he pushed aside himself as he began to pace the ground beneath him.

"Good, I want that from you. I want everyone to fear me. To think I'm terrifying. If not I will show them!" he turned back to her, bending down to get the knife back in his hand. He then cut her ropes loose. "Tell me one more thing before I let you go. How should I kill her and Theodore the second?"

ooc' You alright?

Um...yeah. Why would I not be?

He was the Silent Slytherin after all, For that he won't be missed // Brennus & Oberon (Self Para)

He tricked the Seventh Year quiet Slytherin into his grasp. He was easier than Brennus could manage to contain. Oberon came to him like a lost puppy to his owner. It was perfect and Brennus wanted a challenge, but at the same time. He really didn't. Why he picked this soul to be the one to take a dirt nap? It was simple. He was a half blood and even though he had pure relatives. Oberon caught Brennus on a bad day. Yeah, he had a lot of bad days. But, two days ago was not the day to be messing with the Langston. Oberon should have kept quiet like he has been over the seven years he had been here.

Crevan grabbed the seventh year while he was walking down the corridors alone. The youngest brother then slipped a needle in the neck of the teen and it caused him to sleep in his arms. Crevan wasted no time to bring him to his older brother. Entering the dungeon. Crevan dropped the limp body to the ground. Which caused him to awake in the dark, wet, cold room. "Where am I?" he asked. The two men stood over him as Oberon came to his knees. "You should've kept quiet that day, Lovepoole. You thought it was funny to whisper under your breath about me. How you suspected I was involved with these murders. Now, my brother and I will have the last laugh." Brennus smirked as he raised his wand to the young boy. With that he licked his lips, "No one loved you, Lovepoole. So your death will mean nothing more than a boy. Avada Kedavra!" the green light flashed and Oberon's body feel to the ground.

The eldest Langston looked to his brother. "You know what to do next, Crevan." The younger brother nodded as he gripped tightly to the weapon in his hand. He got down on his knees and smacked the sharp object into the body of the boy. Repeating this several times.

"That's enough!" Brennus yelled as he stared at his brother. Crevan looked at his brother, blood on both of them. "We need to clean up, Brennus. Then set the body parts of him in the Common Room of Slytherin. Like we planned?" Brennus nodded, "Like we planned, brother. Like we planned. Show these students we are not to be messed with or to be exposed." he smirked as he yanked his brother up and set off to clean off.

#para #oberon

She was just an innocent caught in the cross fire of the Devil ll Whitlea & Brennus

She tried to think of other things. Happy things. Anything that would distract her from all the pain that was spreading through her body like a wildfire. AJ. Ivy. Her parents. The evening at the carnival. Christmas. A birthday. Anything to keep her mind off of things, but she couldn’t find anything distracting enough. “No. No. No. Mr Langston sir, please please, no.” She whimpered knowing it was futile. Still she couldn’t give up the slightest hope that he might take pity on her and stop. Or somehow come to his sense. She let out a shriek as the knife dug into her skin once again her hands turning into fists. Her nails digging into the palms of her hands likely leaving marks of their own.

"Y-y-yes." She whispered her voice barely audible between her sobs as her body shook. "I won’t s-s-say a word to-to anyone.." She couldn’t bare to. It wasn’t something she wanted to relive even just in her memories.

Brennus smiled down at the wounded girl. "Good," he hissed back as he stood up from her vision. "Wouldn't want their blood to be on their hands now. Now do you little miss skank?" he walked back and forth at the bottom of the table she lied on. He felt as if she had her doing finished. She was losing a great amount of blood. He had his need meet, but for some reason. He felt as if he wasn't done yet. He went back to retrieve his wand. Once again pointing it and attacking the young girl on the table.

After the last curse hit. Brennus slammed both hands on each side of her. "I need to know something and you best tell me. If not.." he looked at the knives at the table than back at her. "You will spew more blood than you ever imagined." he closed into her face. He felt as if this was going to be a lost cause. Since she was so little on details. But it was worth it, "Does my daughter actually have feelings for that kid she married under my account?" He pointed the end of his wand against her temple. "Best not lie or beat around the bush, Brant. I want the truth. You can also inform me on another matter." he swallowed. "What are your thoughts on me?"

She was just an innocent caught in the cross fire of the Devil ll Whitlea & Brennus

He left her no time to protest. She cried out as she felt the blade rip through her skin she could feel her warm stick blood start to trickle down her arm. She just wanted it to stop. Perhaps she should have gone to Beauxbatons when her parents offered her the chance. She would be laughing along with Ivy in France.. But then some other poor student would be here in her place. Someone who didn’t deserve it. Someone who hadn’t been as stupid as she had been lately. “Please stop.” She choked out as she began to cry harder even though her swollen eyes made it difficult for the tears to escape.

She let out a blood curdling scream as pain rip through her once again ten times worse than before. She didn’t even know it was possible to get worse. Everything burned and felt as if she was being cute with thousands of knives. “Please- please- please- stop.” She begged before screaming at the next wave of pain. She wanted to die. She was so afraid that she had gotten to the point of wanting her own death, but she still wanted it. She wanted the pain to go away. She couldn’t handle it.

He cries only encouraged him to do more. He knew at this point she wasn't worth killing. She wanted it now and that was something he couldn't do. Refused to have. He wanted her to be in the pain he was causing her. He pleads only made him want to do more. He moved to the other side of her. Her other arm. Clean, un attended. This wasn't allowed. Not now. "How about we make this side match the other. Sound good?" he laughed evily as he yanked her arm up. Using the knife this time. He craved the words, 'Halfblood slut' and when he got to the 't.' He duged the knife further in. Then yanked out outwards. He slammed her arm down. As he moved to her head. He leaned in closer to her. His breath was fresh, not the breath of a killer. He had an imagine to maintain after all.

"I hope you like your souvenirs of this lovely visit, Brant." he placed the blood blade against her throat. The side of the blade pressing against her skin. "Now, if you don't want me to turn the blade. You best keep quiet. If you don't. I will end your life quicker than you can think of your next shag with your boytoy. We have a deal?" he asked as he leaned in closer.

She was just an innocent caught in the cross fire of the Devil ll Whitlea & Brennus

Whit’s hands instinctively moved to cover up her eyes, but were stopped short by the chains and rope that held her trapped. Her breath picked up even more as her eyes started to swell shut. She couldn’t see anything, she could only follow the sound of his voice now. Not knowing where he was didn’t calm her but made her fear worse her body starting to quiver at what plans he had. She had never been so terrified of one person in her life, even his father who frightened half of the school and his daughter who made first years cry were not this terrifying. She just wished she could say the magic words to make him stop, to end this horrific nightmare.

She sucked in a sharp breath at the mention of the knife. Was he going to cut her deeper this time? Perhaps he would kill her and end her misery, but she was beginning to suspect he wasn’t that merciful, he couldn’t be. “Th-th-th w-w-w-wand.” She forced out. “Please. The wand.” It would be quicker than the knife. It would be at least a little more bearable.

When she stuttered those words out. Brennus took a deep breath in and out. She wanted the wand, but should he listen to her? He thought not. He was going to do what he thought was best and that was both. "Did I hear you wanted both? Well than. Ask you shall.." with that he took her arm and dragged the blade up her arm. The front of her arm was now bleeding. The side with her veins was for the wand and must be clean. He licked the knife that dripped of her blood. This wasn't sick. At lease in his mind it wasn't. He chucked the knife across the room and went to receive his wand. With one pick me up he hurried back to her. Taking the now blood arm of hers and pressed it to her arm. "Let's give you something that resembles what you are." he smirked. The wand started to form the letters and words together. 'Dirty Blood.' The blood oozed out and the words came out clearer than he ever imagined.

He stepped away looking at her. Nodding his head, "Looks great on you, Brant. Suits you well." He pointed his wand at her again, "CRUCIO!" he yelled as the curse hit the young girl. It cut her neck open enough to bleed, but not to kill her. Once again, he pointed the wand at her stomach now, "CRUCIO!" with that it sliced her there. Opening a fresh new wound. He was enjoying himself a little too much now.

She was just an innocent caught in the cross fire of the Devil ll Whitlea & Brennus

Whitlea squeaked with shock and pain as he slapped her once again, tears threatening her eyes once again already. It was so rare for someone to attack her physically. She had a very low tolerance for pain, in fact she felt pain just seeing others being hurt. She opened her mouth to apologize for apologizing, but quickly saw that it would only lead to more trouble. She stared at him wide-eyed but silent when he mentioned taking blood from her. This man had to be considerably insane. Who would just keep someone’s blood for the fun of it? She knew she shouldn’t be curious about such a man who was planning to do terrible things to her, but she wished that she could pick at his brain a little.

She bit down on her lip trying to quiet her whimpers as the blood dripped from her cheek. She shook her head wildly when he asked if she was ready for the “fun”. Watching him was hard, trying to figure out what his next move was, yet she continued to watch him not once removing her eyes from him. She swallowed hard as she felt the blade start to dig into her leg. She blinked huge tears spilling from her eyes as she tried her hardest not to make a sound. Not doing a very good job at muffling her pained cries.

He shifted the blade fastly as he pulled it away from her leg. She was in tears, pain, maybe even angry at him. Like he would care if she was angry at him. He wanted the girl to hate for once in her life. No one, no one could possibly be happy all the time and never experience anger. She had to have it in her. He was on the search for it. He placed the knife down on the table. He reached into his pocket and yanked out his wand. Pointing it to her, "Let's start off with a few spells shall we?" His smirk was dancing now. The sick feeling he got when he saw another in pain. This was the only way he had joy in himself. One thing to get this man going. And that was the pain of others. "Let's sight with your perfect vision, little Puff. Conjunctivitis!" the wand sparked some light as it went to her eyes. It was sure to damage her sight. "Now, how about a little spell I like very much. Furnunculus!" with that boils appeared on her once clean skin.

He back away a little, "Magic is something we will go back to another time. I want to do some other things. I do love my knife made by those muggles. At lease they gave me one good thing." he placed his wand down and picked up a eight inch knife. He touched the blade as he turned to face her again. He then picked up her arm. "Shall we give you a Langston type of tattoo?" he smirked wiggling his brows. "It's either the knife or the wand. You get to pick."