A Story of a Short Ending | T.R

Chapter 40 - The Terror

Jonah Kagen - God Needs the Devil

"We didn't choose this! It's not our choice whether we can do something or not!" Rosier threw his hands in the air, as he stood in front of Angeline, who clutched her stomach. Blood seeped through her fingers and onto the grass, but at the slightest attempt of the man in front of her to help, she raised her wand at him. There was no trust. Again.

"Sure you didn't, all of you were under the tip of his wand when he made all of you throw us here and play with us like some puppets!" She was matching his raised tone, the adrenaline still pumping through her veins, as she didn't back down even now, visibly injured.

"Yes! Yes! How many more times I can say yes! None of us wanted to do this and he knows it, you think he doesn't notice? You think he is oblivious?" Rosier was frustrated with the world, with himself and most importantly with Riddle whom he would love to choke to death right this very moment.

"You think he doesn't notice how we no longer want to be there anymore? How our focus shifted from following him around to following you, girls, around. How when he calls us for a meeting we no longer run there with our tails between our legs, but spend extra minutes with all of you before finally going? You think he doesn't see that?" Rosier breathed hard, but the emotions that pushed him to talk were alike to a storm that finally found its way out of him.

"You think he doesn't see how Lestrange no longer badmouths Laion? How he thinks more about her than about snapping someone's neck? How he no longer goes out of the Manor to hunt down the shorter skirt? How he fucking got himself and his temper together? Riddle sees that."

"How Viridian let's his right-hand duties slip away from him? How he doesn't care if someone else takes his place because he has who he cares about more than this? How he spends his time in the chambers with Emma instead of working on breakthroughs for Riddle? How he keeps watching her instead of listening to Riddle? He sees that."

"How Malfoy turned from a bully into a protector when it comes to Liese? How he would rather do the dirty work himself than let her get her hands dirty? How he no longer cares about what Riddle thinks, but only her opinion is important to him now? How he still apologises for the scars he left on her? Riddle knows all of that."

"How Travers keeps his eyes on Emily now instead of listening to what Riddle is saying? How he no longer cares or tries to prove he belongs here because he doesn't care as long as he has her? How he would rather sit in the library for hours with her instead of doing the potions work Riddle assigns him? Riddle notices all of that."

"Avery was always lover first and fighter second, he loves Dirca more than anything he has ever had. Because he knows there is nothing he'd rather have than her by his side. He would rather put himself into the ground than lose her. Once she joined the Manor the was no chance he was going to do anything against her. Riddle always knew that."

"And you think he doesn't know the history between us? How much I care about you and always did? How I keep following you around, stay with you and try to never leave your side when you need me? How I told Riddle to keep me out of this and he threw me in the cells instead? How I no longer care about anything else but you? How he threatened to hurt you all himself if we didn't do it? He isn't oblivious, Angeline, he knows!"

Rosier threw his hands into the air, his frustration taking over him as he shook his head. He had to blink several times to keep himself together and focus back on the world around them. The small clearing in the middle of the dark forest. It was already morning, the sun rising up somewhere on the horizon, hidden by the tall trees around them.

They were hidden from the human eye, from another living being, it was just the two of them and the dripping of Angeline's blood onto the ground.

"Let me help you. I'm begging you, let me help you." He said, yearning for her agreement. He watched her, hoping she would let him in, hoping she would understand that they didn't have a choice but to do this. It was either them or Riddle and if with them she was bleeding, after Riddle was done with them they wouldn't be breathing.