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Ron Weasley ([info]bd_ron) wrote in [info]beyonddark_rpg,
@ 2007-06-22 23:41:00
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Entry tags:* june 2005, - complete, - npc, ron weasley

RP: We have unfinished business...
Date: June 22, 2005
Characters: Ron, Mark Rosier (NPC)
Location: Streets of an unknown town
Private/Public: Private
Rating: NC-17 for violence
Warnings: Violence, murder
Summary: Ron wants to settle a score...
Completion: Complete

Ron had been trailing the man since yesterday, but he was already getting bored. He had a fairly tight routine, for a Death Eater. Got up at six o'clock. Left by seven-thirty to go off and do his Death Eater business (or that was what Ron assumed he was doing, anyway). Back home to the family by five for dinner, and then off to the pub at eight. Frankly, the man was rather boring, and Ron was getting tired of watching him. He was just grateful that the man's home wasn't unplottable, or under a Fidelius charm.

Today would be the day. Ron casually strolled up the pavement across the road from the man's house at five o'clock. Just to make sure that he came home as he did yesterday. His hair was charmed blond, and he'd used a glamour to cover his freckles. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the man walked up his front walk and disappeared into his house. And then he made his way back to the room he'd rented in a small inn at the village nearby.

He'd no idea what his polyjuice form would look like. Intimidating he hoped, but that might be a bit much to ask for. He had gotten it from Draco, ages ago. Before Draco had any real reason to want to keep his arse alive. He wouldn't have been surprised at all if he'd ended up five feet tall, and skinny as he usually was. To his great relief, his hair turned a dark brown, his complexion darkened, and his body bulked up rather nicely. He did lose a bit of height, but he'd had it to spare. He looked nothing like himself.

He was halfway between the man's house, and the pub he seemed to frequent, at eight o'clock. When he saw him coming up the road, Ron rushed over. "Excuse me sir, but I seem to be a bit lost. I'm to meet a friend for dinner, but the directions he gave me are bad. If I want to get to Barney's pub, do I turn right up here at this fork, or left?"


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[info]bd_deatheater
2007-06-22 15:40 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Mark Rosier was not in a good mood - hadn't been since he'd discovered the tail yesterday. A blonde man, showing up at all kinds of places, trying to be discrete, but not being discrete enough.

At first he hadn't paid attention to it, rememebering seeing the him before, he had thought of hexing the man. Then he remembered Snape and hesitated. Rodolphus and Bellatrix were getting more paranoid by the day and if Snape had been proven to be a spy...no, he couldn't hex the man. If he was a Death Eater in disguise then his life would be useless.

So instead he went about his business as he always did. More so even - doing the exact same thing two days in a row - forgoing his meeting with his cousin Clive (just in case it was not a Death Eater but an Auror memeber) and his meeting with his mistress. The last part was the most annoying.

Hence, when he was approached by a bulky dark haired bloke asking for directions to the pub, he was not amused. Or especially trusting. His wand close by he sneered.

'Who's asking?'

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[info]bd_ron
2007-06-22 15:53 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Great, the man was a suspicious bastard. This would be so much easier if he'd just give him the sodding directions and be on his way. Once his back was turned, Ron could put him in a body bind, ask him a few questions, pour the fucking potion down his throat, and get his arse home.

"Er... Mark Jacobs." Ron told him, feigning confusion. Fuck, he hoped he wasn't complete rubbish at this acting shite. He made sure not to reach for his wand, but it was easily in reach up his sleeve. "So... er... right or left, mate?"

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[info]bd_deatheater
2007-06-22 15:54 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
The man actually hesitated on his own name? Oh fuck this was the one that had been following him, of that he was sure.

Moving far quicker than a man his age was supposed to be able to, he had his wand out and pointed at the man, as well as his hand tightly clasped around his neck.

'Who sent you? Bellatrix? Rodolphus? Ogden? Robards? Who?' he growled, deciding it must be Bellatrix or Rodolphus. Didn't one of her pet killers work this way? Seek dissenters up in or close to bars, get in fights and kill them? 'You can tell the insane bitch that I'm fucking loyal! I'm doing what she ordered me too do and if either of those snots Malfoy or Nott are telling her differently then they are the ones whose loyalty she should question.'

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[info]bd_ron
2007-06-22 15:55 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Good bloody Merlin! Was the man touchy, or what? Ron tugged on the man's arms around his neck. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about! I just wanted some fucking directions!" he shouted. "I don't have nothing to do with any of those people! If you don't want to tell me where the pub is, I'll ask someone else."

He was dying to know what the Lestrange bitch had 'ordered' him to do, and just how often Draco talked to his lunatic aunt. Or how loyal that bastard Nott was to the woman. But he certainly wasn't in a position to ask. And it wasn't what he'd come to learn anyway.

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[info]bd_deatheater
2007-06-22 15:56 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
'Don't play fucking dumb with me! I know she sent you - she's a paranoid bitch and those snots are working together and pulling the wool over her eyes! They're probably protecting that fuckig traitor Snape too,' he hissed, baring his teeth and tightening the grip around the other man's throat.

Not that he knew anything about what they did - ok so well he knew more than most since he'd been investigating the two little brats behind Rodolphus and Bellatrix backs, but he didn't know if they were or were not protecting Snape or if they were the ones who caused Bellatrix to send her killers after him. But right now he needed to save his life, tell the man as much as he could so that suspicions would be thrown onto them and not him.

'Tell her I have proof of them fooling her. Nott has been having meetings with McGonagall even, just as Snape disappeared.'

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[info]bd_ron
2007-06-22 15:59 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
No wonder the man was so touchy. He was probably lucky that he'd gotten to him before Draco or Nott could. He spared a moment to wonder if he could tell Draco about this without doing any favours for Nott, as the man apparently wasn't going to kill him straight away. He reckoned he was lucky the man mistook him for a Death Eater, but if he stood there spilling his guts all night, the polyjuice was going to wear off, and the fucking bastard would know exactly who he was.

Continuing to play dumb didn't seem like his best bet anymore. "You have proof, eh? What kind of proof? And would you mind letting go of my fucking neck? I'd hate to tell Bellatrix how I got these sodding bruises."

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[info]bd_deatheater
2007-06-22 16:00 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Hesitantly, Mark losened his grip, his wand still pointing at the man as he backed up and let go completely. 'I'll show her the proof, when I have more of them,' he sneered. 'I won't have you or anyone else taking credit for them while leaving me dead.'

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[info]bd_ron
2007-06-22 16:01 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Well, he wasn't saying anything more, but at least he'd let go of Ron's blasted neck.

"That so? I reckon you think this makes you valuable, or some such rubbish, don't you?" Ron cocked an eyebrow. "And just what am I gonna tell her while you're out lookin' for more 'proof'? You know how cranky she can get when we don't follow directions."

Then Ron had an idea. Hopefully the man would buy it. And didn't ask him who he was referring to. "And don't fucking try anything. My mates still watching you. You try to hex me and he's going to take it out of your arse."

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[info]bd_deatheater
2007-06-22 16:10 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
'You tell her what the fuck you want, that's not my problem,' he snorted, not lowering his wand. 'And I'm not going to hex you unless you try something,' he snorted. 'I'm not that fucking stupid.'

He didn't like that he was still being followed. He would still not be able to see his mistress if that was the case.

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[info]bd_ron
2007-06-22 16:11 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Fucking paranoid bastard. Ron still hadn't even pulled his wand yet. But the man sure as hell didn't seem inclined to lower his.

"Not my job to come up with the fucking excuses," he muttered just loud enough for him to hear. Leaning forward, Ron sneered. "You'd better hope this is worth her while. Because if you make me look like I just didn't care to do what I was sent here to do, I'll personally crucio your arse into next week."

Stepping aside, Ron gestured down the road. "Well, go on then. Get yourself off to the pub." Merlin, he hoped the man actually did. He didn't really fancy seeing if he could get a hex in on the man when he already had his wand drawn.

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[info]bd_deatheater
2007-06-22 16:12 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
He still didn't trust the man, but he sure as hell wasn't going to hex one of Bellatrix pets. Snorting, he glared at the man, then decided to be on his way - standing here wasn't doing him any good. He'd just have to trust the protective spells he cast before he left home, and hope that the man wasn't going to try a killing curse, but then that wasn't Bellatrix's style.

'If you try something you will regret it,' he snorted, before turning and starting to walk away, his wand still in his hand. He was just relaxing when he felt the tingling of the protective spells and threw himself to the side.

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[info]bd_ron
2007-06-22 16:13 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Well thank fuck for that. Ron waited until he'd turned to leave before he drew his wand, and then sent a Petrificus Totalus in his direction. Unfortunately, he threw himself out of the way before it reached him. Tricky bastard. Ducking behind a bush, Ron threw a jelly legs jinx in his direction, and hoped to hell this one hit.

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[info]bd_deatheater
2007-06-22 16:19 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Bloody hell, his shoulder hurt from the fall. He simply wasn't that young anymore, but his protection spells were strong, and he managed to deflect the curse before it hit.

Growling, he made the bush the man was hiding behind burst into violent flames, hoping the man would catch on fire too.

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[info]bd_ron
2007-06-22 16:20 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Ron was not expecting the bush he was hiding behind to burst into flames, and wasn't quite able to get out of the way before his robes caught on fire. Bloody hell, that fucking hurt! Dropping to the ground, Ron rolled a few times to douse the flames, and then used a spell to wet the smouldering spots as quickly as he could. He didn't have time for this shite. And he was pretty sure that was going to leave a mark.

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[info]bd_deatheater
2007-06-22 16:21 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Moving as fast has he could when he saw the man roll around on the ground, Mark ran over and turned his wand on the man.

'Crucio!' he hissed, watching with pleasure as the man writhed with pain.

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[info]bd_ron
2007-06-22 16:23 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Ron had only just gotten his robes put out when he hit with the most horrific pain he'd ever felt. Dropping to the ground again, Ron curled into a ball and begged for it to stop. Or, he tried, but his voice didn't want to cooperate. It seemed to go on for hours, and when it finally ended Ron was panting for breath. It took him a moment to realize he'd dropped his wand.

Fuck. Ron felt around on the ground near him. Thanking Merlin when his hand closed around his wand. He shouted the first hex he could think of. A bat bogey hex. Merlin, he didn't even think Gin used that one in life and death situations. Well, he had just been crucio'ed.

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[info]bd_deatheater
2007-06-22 16:24 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
He cried when the curse hit him. They all did - high as low - though this one cried differently. That's when Mark realised he wasn't used to this. And if he wasn't used to it, then he wasn't one of Bellatrix's pet killers.

Furious he cried out, dropping the spell so he'd be able to ask questions. A moment later hoewver a bogy started to grow, flapping in his face. Growling, Mark Rosier stepped back, ending the spell without trouble as it wasn't a well cast one from the start.

He turned the wand on the man again, now up on his knees and pointing his wand at him, though he was still shaking badly and didn't seem to be able to focus. 'Who really sent you?' he sneered, casting a slashing hex at the man's wand arm before giving him the chance to answer.

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[info]bd_ron
2007-06-22 16:37 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Ron wasn't able to move his arm in time to avoid the hex. He gasped as his arm was split open, and nearly dropped his wand again. It hurt like a bitch, but he didn't have time to think on that now. If he lost his focus, he was dead. He tightened his grip and stood before answering.

"No one sent me. I came to take you out for a pint, but I didn't count on you being such a ruddy suspicious bastard."

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[info]bd_deatheater
2007-06-22 16:37 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
The blasting curse left his lips before he had time to think of it, throwing the man against the wall with a large thud. He could hear something cracking as he fell to the ground, most likely the bones of a foot or his leg, but he didn't care.

'Who are you and who the fuck sent you?'

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[info]bd_ron
2007-06-22 16:40 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Ron moaned as he landed--hard--on his leg. He could hear the crack, and feel the pain in his ankle. This had to end soon, or there would be no way he'd get the upper hand on the man. It was more than a bit unsettling to realize he didn't have it now. That needed to change, and fast. Telling him the reason he was there wasn't the way to get it, however. Ron was pretty sure the man would just kill him now and be done with it.

"No one sent me," he repeated, shifting his arm slightly so his wand was pointed at his ankle. Wordlessly, he preformed a charm to numb it. He'd still need to see a healer, but he couldn't think with the pain. The man had known he was going to cast a spell on him. He needed to get rid of the charms he had on himself. Not that it probably mattered much at the moment, he was looking right at him. "I came on my own. Don't you want to know why?" Hopefully the man was a curious bastard to boot.

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[info]bd_deatheater
2007-06-22 16:41 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Rosier sneered, glaring at the man. 'Tell me then!' he growled angrily, his teeth bared as he stared the other man down. He pondered killing him, but he wanted to know why and how - besides, there was a satisfaction in the knowledge of the man's pain.

Grinning he cast another hex, watching with pleasure as the man's face become distorted with pain as the feeling of being burned alive took him over. It was an illusion - this time - albeight a powerful one, and one which felt as real as the thing itself.

Lifting the curse he got close to the man. 'Tell me and I might kill you painlessly, otherwise you'll burn alive.'

Another flick of his wand and he could hear one of the man's ribs crack.

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[info]bd_ron
2007-06-22 16:42 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Ron glared. Fuck, he hated this man. Maniacal fucking bastard. Thoughts of his mother bubbled to the surface, and what it must have been like for her. Those last few minutes. He felt sick to his stomach just thinking about it.

And then the burning started. This was it. He was going to die. Fuck, he was such a fool. He thought about Hermione, and Harry, and his family. Damn it, he didn't want to do this to them. He swore that if, by some miracle, he got out of this alive, he'd never do anything so fucking stupid again.

He was a bit surprised to see that he was unharmed once the curse was lifted. He had it wrong, though. It wouldn't be Ron who burned alive. The bastard should have killed him when he had the chance. His grip tightened on his wand as he felt his rib crack. It hurt like hell, but he was already in pain, and he was determined now. "Expelliarmus!" Ron shouted, launching himself at the man as soon as his wand left his hand.

There was really only one way to do this. Ron was getting nowhere with the spells. Had taken all the damage in fact. But what was a Death Eater without his wand? Nothing, really. Ron would be more than happy to do this with his bare hands. Straddling the mans chest, Ron grabbed his hair and lifted his head, slamming it hard into the road.

"We've unsettled business," he hissed. "Have since Christmas." Gritting his teeth, Ron hit the man hard in the face. He needed to keep him disorientated. Merlin only know what kind of spells the man could do without his wand. Ron planned to rattle his brains hard enough he didn't have to find out.

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[info]bd_deatheater
2007-06-22 16:44 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
He nearly laughed when the man cast the expelliarmus - would have if it hand't worked, which it shouldn't have but still did. Confused he acted too late, the other man knocked the wind out of him as they both hit the ground.

He tried to get a handle of the situation, but the man slammed his head into the ground and the world began spinning. Before he was even aware of what was happening again the man's fist connected with his face and he could feel his own nose break at impact. Still he did not recognise his own cry as it left his throat, or sence that the blod running down his face was his own.

That's when the man's words sank in - Christmas - there had only been one attack then and he remembered it well. A grin spreading on his face even as he should have been frightened. 'A Weasley, eh?' he asked as well as he could with his nose broken. 'Your mother cried so nicely when she burned.'

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[info]bd_ron
2007-06-22 16:53 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Sneering, Ron slammed the man's head into the ground again. "Shut the fuck up," he said through clenched teeth. "If I were you, I'd forget about my mother and start thinking about your own arse."

Leaning forward slightly, he whispered, "You won't get a chance to cry while you're burning."

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[info]bd_deatheater
2007-06-22 20:44 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
He shouldn't laugh, he really shouldn't. He was on the ground, a furiously angry man with a grudge on top of him, slamming his head into the ground. But oh, he couldn't stop laughing.

Above him the man looked confused, and angry, but Mark Rosier just kept laughing - then he laughed harder when the dark hair started turning red.

The man - the Weasley - shoved his head into the ground again, and Mark was sure his head was going to crack sometime soon. Lifting his hand, he shoved it into the Weasleys chest, feeling the broken rib move beneath his hand.

He hoped it hurt.

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[info]bd_ron
2007-06-22 22:11 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
Ron's eyes narrowed when the man started laughing. What the fuck was wrong with him? Besides the obvious? Why was he even bothering to wonder? He was a fucking mental case.

Ron slammed the mans head into the ground again. He just wanted the fucking bastard to shut up. He groaned in pain when the bastard pushed his hand into his chest. His breathing grew laboured. Fuck this was bad. He shifted position so the mans arms were pinned to his sides.

Pointing his wand, Ron petrified the man long enough to reach into his pocket and pull out the potion. He remembered what Draco said about it not liking sunlight, so he was careful to keep his hand wrapped around it so as not to expose it to too much light. He quickly pulled the stopper, poured it into the man's mouth, shoved it closed, and placed his hand over the man's mouth and nose to force him to swallow once he lifted the spell.

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[info]bd_deatheater
2007-06-22 23:03 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
The laughter died in his throat as the Weasley petrified him, then there was a potion shoved in his mouth and he couldn't breathe.

He knew he shouldn't swallow, knew she should hold his breath until the man let go and then spit that potion down. Then it started to burn, and he couldn't breathe and he swallowed anyway, the burning only spreading down his throat.

His eyes widening, he tried to fight it, tried to scream as the pain intensified. But there was no screaming only blood coming from his moth as his insides burned to cinder.

As he drew - no tried to draw his last breath, only one though occupied his mind.

Merlin fuck I should have killed him when I had the chance.

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[info]bd_ron
2007-06-22 23:42 (link) DeleteFreezeScreen
As soon as the man had swallowed, Ron removed his hand and jumped up off of him. He didn't want to be sitting on him when the bastard went up.

He watched in horrified fascination until there was nothing left but a bit of ash, and then banished it from the street. He had to make sure he didn't leave behind any evidence, after all. The crispy bush would look odd, but otherwise, Ron decided it looked alright.

He took a deep breath, which caused a bolt of pain to shoot through his chest, and then limped off toward the inn. He hoped his healing charms would be alright, otherwise it was going to be a long night.

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