„Oh, my dear..." (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how to end things once and for all...

T.R.

She was moving again. 

Walking. 

Running. 

Faster and faster towards him. 

How? She was supposed to have given up by now. She was supposed to be broken. 

But instead, she was still there. And coming closer. 

His brother felt it too. He could tell by the way Mattheo slowly lifted his head, one hand still holding his bleeding nose, eyes wandering up and down the dark corridor. 

„You really thought you could break her, huh?" he chuckled weakly, sniffling through the blood. „You thought you could beat my girl..."

The room was small and dark, only brightened by the little light coming from the moon outside.

Tom scoffed, pulling out his wand from his robes. „Your girl..." he muttered coldly. „Your precious little plaything is nothing but an annoying little pest."

„She is everything." Mattheo gave back, the blood from his nose running over his fingers down his wrist. „But I doubt you'll ever understand such thing as human emotion."

„Emotions are nothing but annoying. They are useless distractions." Tom gave back, leaning against the doorframe to overlook the corridor. „You'd know that if you were a true Riddle." 

„We'll, luckily I never wanted to be a Riddle in the first place." Mattheo spat out with a bit of blood. „That name is a disgrace to the magic world."

A flick of Tom's wand, and Mattheo curled up in pain against the wall again, hissing and wincing. 

„Bastard..." he gasped out.

„Watch your tongue little brother, if you want to witness your girlfriends end." 

The tension in this narrow space was so think it was almost visible.

„You can't kill her." Mattheo spat out, even more blood running down his face. 

„I should've killed your little toy right before dinner when I had the chance to. Now, she just caused me, you and herself even more problems. It's time to get rid of this girl once and for all." 

Mattheo gasped in pain, every bit of colour draining from his face.

With raised eyebrows, Tom watched his little brother trying to lean back against the wall. „You really are pathetic."

„Oh yeah?" Mattheo gave back. „At least I don't need world domination to balance out my inferiority complex." 

Tom sighed heavily, tapping his wand against his palm. „Don't make me kill you before she arrives, hm? Would be such a waste of fear and desperation." 

„You're sick."

„I'm mentally advanced." 

„Yeah... you keep retelling yourself that."

„Don't you have a single ounce of respect in your body, little brother?" 

„Respect? For a sick bastard like you?" Mattheo let out a weak laugh.

Shaking his head, Tom crossed his arms over his chest and kept looking out into the hallway. „She's taking her time, it seems..." he chuckled coldly. „Maybe she just decided to safe herself and leave you to die."  

Mattheo just scoffed quietly through the blood. Dead silence swallowed the two of them once more. 

Then, there was another chuckle. But this one didn't come from his brother.