The Consequence Of Power

Perfect Time To Kill

Draco watched the clock hit midnight. Show time. He walked out from the dark woods into Hogsmeade, he knew exactly his plan and how fun this would be for him. It was very dark, cold, foggy and evil lurked in the dark, him. What a perfect night to kill. He made sure to wear the cloak Rhiannon gave him, it had grown on him. He hated it in the beginning but now, he saw it as a mask, a different identity. The run-down motel appeared in his view, he needed to think how he would mask their screams for help, for mercy, the things they would not be getting. He stood in front of the room they entered, his heart was beating fast but his anger and excitement drowned it out. His hand found the doorknob, he took a deep breath and opened the door, the door sounded so loud but they didn't wake up. He took a step inside, closing the door behind him and stood still for a moment, long enough to feel his fingers wrap around his blade. The men slept in separate beds, this made it easier for him. He slowly walked to the one side of the man's bed, he was dead asleep and the smell of alcohol was all Draco could smell, disgusting. He moved the guy's hair out of his face with the tip of the blade, he wanted to see who he was killing, who tortured his Rhiannon. He had lots of scars and a bare face, he shaved often, bushy eyebrows but nicely groomed. Too bad he wouldn't be able to enjoy his looks much longer. He took the hood down, he wanted him to see his face as he took his life, he wanted him to see the person who served justice. Dracos hand covered his mouth as he quickly jabbed the dagger into his throat, his eyes snapped open, he dug the dagger deeper, Dracos ears rang and his jaw clenched. He reached out to Dracos neck, he was struggling, he never expected this to be easy somehow. His arm was covered in warm blood, he pulled out the dagger when he saw the life leave his eyes, pathetic. He walked over to the other man, blood dripped from his hand and blade, it was once silver now it was red, as red as Rhiannon's beautiful cheeks, this was all for her, every last person he made bleed, he did it for her. He would do the same to this pathetic soul. But this time, he didn't kill right away, he wanted him to know what was happening. He made sure he had no weapons or his wand, he covered his mouth and he woke up "Don't think about it" Draco said with the cold bloody dagger pressed against his throat. His eyes glanced over to his dead partner on the other bed "He is dead, so it's just me and you now" Draco smiled, pressing the dagger deeper, drawing his blood "Now, with you I want this to be as painful as you like to do to others" The man's breathing quickened with fear, he knew he would die, Draco made sure to show no second chances. "I am going to remove my hand, when I do, if you scream I will make your fate come faster, understood?" The man slowly nodded his head, he took his hand off but still had the blade against his throat "What do you want? money?" The man whispered, out of breath "No, I want revenge, to bring peace to someone I love. Someone you tortured. There is no point in lying because I know it was you two who did it. You both are monsters. How dare you touch someone so pure and innocent. A girl, a girl who couldn't be saved from you" Dracos eyes started to tear, emotions flooded his body, picturing what they did to Rhiannon, no he couldn't look weak. "Wait, the mud blood?" the man's eyes squinted "Don't you say those words" He sliced some of his neck, just enough to make him wince "Okay okay Im sorry, who are you even? some hitman?" Draco eyes scanned his face until the words rolled off his tongue "Me? I'm the person who will end every last death eater who harmed her and caused her fear and pain. I am also the man who took your life" Draco slit his throat, blood splattered all over his face and clothes. The ringing in his ears slowly stopped, it was silent. He needed to leave a message, something they were familiar with, a carving. He cut open their shirts, now they were bare-chested, he drug the blade along the man's chest, hearing the ripping sound of their flesh and seeing the blood leak from each stroke. His heart sank, knowing this was the pain Rhiannon went through, just picturing her defenceless and struggling made him feel sick. He carved the other man and he backed up, looking at his work, it was perfect, it fit. He smiled at the words carved into their chests "Puremud". The job was done, he put the hood back on and left the room. He knew Rhiannon told him not to do anything but he couldn't resist the offer, the satisfaction of killing the men who hurt her. He walked back into the school as if nothing happened, the corridors were extra silent tonight, very silent. "Hello?" He heard from behind him as he walked, he hesitated to turn around "Draco?" it's Goyle. He turned around "How did you know?" He put the hood down and Goyle's eyes widened "Draco, you're covered in blood! what happened?" Goyle jolted in shock "Don't worry about it alright, I just need to get cleaned off and we both pretend that you never saw me like this" He started to walk away "Draco wait" Draco stopped and turned around "What Goyle?" He rolled his eyes "You didn't hear this from me but, watch out for Pansy, she is uh, acting weird lately" He scratched the back of his neck "What exactly do I need to look out for?" Draco crossed his arms "Just, look okay. I can't speak on her behalf so just watch out okay" Goyle walked away. Why was he so worried about Pansy? Goyle knew how much of a pest she was so he definitely didn't like her.