Post by Admin on Aug 2, 2020 3:03:48 GMT
The Party Continues Part 1
(combined threads from previous site)
(OOC: Continuation of Everywhere Else, Jackal's Pets)
DAMIR
Damir hated Apperating, but it was the quickest way to get to the shack. He chuckled when he saw evidence the place had actually been cleaned up a bit. There wasn't as much dust and the table, chairs and counter in what was once a kitchen area had been wiped down. Interesting! . Damir pulled on the leach and shoved Marco to his knees on the floor. "On your elbows and knees, pet, I am tired." Marco lowered himself so he was resting on his elbows and his backside was on his thighs. Damir pulled out one of the chairs from the table, sat down and put his feet on Marco's back. "Much better. I figure we only have a few minutes to wait. It took longer than I thought with the woman. You were quite a hit. Did you enjoy yourself? Oh, I forgot..." Damir reached forward and ruffled Marco's hair. The man was gagged. The woman had complained about his yelling.
Damir threw his head back and laughed. The doctor had poked and prodded and stuck needles and rods in places which had made Damir cringe. When the man said he had enough of Marco's body fluids and had other samples, Damir had taken Marco to the Breading Center. He had given five woman permission to use Marco, with the end result hopefully a pregnancy. A pregnancy would insure each of the woman's change to the birthing centers which were actually very nice apartments with all the luxuries. The woman would stay there during their pregnancies and even for one month after. Then they would be returned to the Breading Center. If it had been their third live birth, they would be allowed to marry as they saw fit or be sent to a work station, if they couldn't find a partner. There life would be a bit better than those who had never given birth, but not much.
Marco had been well used for the hour and half he had been tied to a bed in the Breeding Center. There could very well be a bumper crop of little Marco's in nine months. Damir reached down and ripped the sticky tape off Marco's mouth. "So Marco what did you think of our little Breeding Center. When we finish with our little party, I am planning on taking you back there, by popular request. I think Brennan will be going also. The boy is young and should be able to satisfy the woman for most of a day. What do you think?"
MARCO
Out of the corner of his eye, Marco saw they were not alone. The young man was inching closer meaning to help. Marco shook his head and tried to distract Damir from the seventh year Slytherin's presence. He jerked himself from under Damir's feet. "Brennan won't be your pet Traitor!" Marco yelled as he tried to motion the young man hiding in the corner to head for the door that lead to Hogsmeade Village.
Instead the stupid kid tried to charge Damir. "Release My Head of House!"
Marco shook his head though something about the way the young blond charged reminded him of his brother Leo. Marco had to get the kid out of harm's way. Grabbing the kid by the nap of the neck Marco headed for the door. "I suggest you forget what you saw kid!" He'd gotten his hand on the door as he was pulled back by the leach around his neck. His hands had gotten tangled in the boys clothes, so the boy followed him backwards.
DAMIR
Damir had relaxed back on the chair. He was actually comfortable. When Brennan showed, he would look like he was relaxing, but Damir was ready. Marco's move caught him off guard. By the time he had gotten to his feet, Marco was headed for the door with a young man hard in tow.
Damir yanked on the leach, stopping Marco in midstride. When he pulled back, the boy Marco had came with him. Quickly Damir used the leach to hogtie Marco's hands behind him. Then he grabbed the skinny kid and threw him against the wall, knocking the wind out of him. Reaching in his pocket he removed one of the two sets of handcuff's he brought with him and shackled the boy's hands behind him. He shoved the boy to his knees and backhanded him. "So you thought you would sneak up on me and take part in my little party, boy." He grabbed the kids hair and backhanded him again, then threw him to the dirty floor, next to Marco.
Damir let out a growl and kicked Marco in the ribs. "It looks like we have another guest at our party. The boy is going to learn what it is like to put yourself where you don't belong." Damir stood up, chuckled and kicked the boy in the backside. "It has been a while since I trained and innocent. I just might enjoy this." He picked the boy up by the back of his shirt and threw him against the wall. "If you know what is good for you, you will stay right there. If you don't know what is good for you, you will stay right there, but you will be in a lot of pain. Your choice?"
Turning back to Marco he said, "On your knees, wizard. I think I hear Mr. Dawson coming." Damir took a knife out of his pocket and held it to Marco's throat then turned toward the door.
MARCO
."What are you planning with the kid? He was not part of the plan. Let him go. "
The pain in his ribs worsened as he was kicked. He looked over at the boy. The boy stared back at him. There wasn't the fear in his eyes, which Marco would have expected. His eyes looked familiar. They were trying to communicate something to him.
Marco was terrified that now he would be forced to hurt the kid. Something was off about the kid but Marco had yet to put his finger on it. He worked his leach bounds as he said, "Just let the kid go. I am sure we frighten him enough. He inwardly knew that kid should not be here as his mind showed him watching the kid's graduation last term. He would try to get the kid away before Brennan got there.
Marco felt off balance. If he tried to move too much the knife would bite into his throat as he fell to one side or the other. The traitor had set the scene so that Brennan would have to do what Damir told him to do. Brannon might take the chance on Marco not getting hurt, but he wouldn't do anything which might cause the boy to be further injured.
BRENNAN
Brennan read the note one more time. “Bren, 3 hours shack Marco”
Sherlock knew a few things from the note. The first was that Marco was forced to write it. If the note had indeed been Marco’s idea then he would have hand delivered it to Hank. Brennan could think of only one missing person that could have been used to insure Marco agreed to set Bren up. “Frankie” Sherlock knew that it was a set-up cause Marco would have given a name and most likely a reason for the meet.
He turned to Hank as he said handing back the note, “Hank, Marco wanted to raise red flags about this meet. He knows Fixer and so kept it short. Any word from Fixer? I still can’t believe he is allowing this meet especially knowing it is a trap. Maybe I should show that note to the Caretakers? I got a major lecture the last time I visited that shack without notifying them. I just wish Fixer told me who Marco was with, Hank. Do you know?”
Sherlock did know whoever it was Fixer was not liking Brennan being anywhere near. Bren had left a note with his partner Richard. Bren paused outside the door in the tunnel leading to the Shack. Sherlock etched another note in the floor. The note had everything he had learned from Marco’s note as well as the word “Special Wand Globe” Slowly he pushed the door leading to the downstairs of the shack off the tunnel. Measuring each step he walked toward the stairs.
Brennan's hand went to his globe and he activated it. Placing it back in his pocket, he headed up the stairs.
Brennan heard the word kid and drew his special Elvin wand. Sherlock’s only thought now were “Luke”. He pulled out his tiny marble recorder and whispered, “Caretaker, shack trouble might involve Luke or another child Marco sounds worried; Going in wand drawn, Sherlock”
He placed the marble back in his secret pocket of his father’s old robe.
Brennan said pointing to himself, “Protego” Then he turned the wand to the door and said, “Expulso ” After the door exploded he located the seventh year and said, “Imperturbable”. The kid would be protected at all cost. Bren then turned the wand towards the man that had a knife to Marco’s throat. Sherlock froze as the knife brought back to his mind, “Scotty’s Knife”. He remembered the Halloween he had dropped it into his best friend’s Scotty Trick or Treat bag. That Halloween was the start of years of torment for him. It was the reason he was a Code Red as it was the year that a clan of werewolves used him to ambush two Aurors and Scotty’s brother Jonathan.
Brennan stood frozen in the shack as a voice in his head from the past, “Run Bren!” Snapping out of the memory, Bren turned to run
DAMIR
Damir moved his hand slightly so his arm was under Marco's chin and the knife was poised to slice Marco open from his ear down across his throat. He waved his other hand through the air. The door to the room closed just as Brennan was about to go through it. Damir reached out with his hand, made a fist and pulled it back. Brennan came toward him backward. Damir turned his fist and Brennan turned to face him. "On your knees." Damir pushed his fist toward the floor. Brennan went to his knees.
As he held Brennan in position, his eyes were drawn to the boy cuffed and leaning against the wall. The boys features were changing. He was turning into someone else. Damir watched as Frank Cole now sat against the wall, glaring at him.
Damir shoved Marco to the floor and kicked him hard in a kidney. "Stay down pet, or you will see your friends hurting much more than you do at the moment." Damir laughed. "Welcome Captain. Glad you could join us. It is an unexpected surprise, but one I can deal with."
Damir reached out. "Finite" he said to clear the spells Brennan had set. He continued to hold his hand out, made a fist and magically dragged Cole across the floor toward him. With Brennan in one fist and Cole in the other he said, "Both of you remove the tracking devices from your pockets." He chuckled when they looked at him as if they had no idea what he was asking them to do. "I know about them. This is not the first time I have dealt with Caretakers and those they protect. Oh, and if I remember correctly, the last time Brennan visited by Step-father's island, he had a small marble which was also a recording/tracking device. I want those out and on the floor also. It I find you are holding back, then there are going to be painful consequences for the others in our little group. Now get them out."
Damir chuckled as two globes, two wands, and do recording marbles fell to the floor of the captive wizards. He raised his eyebrows, "Nothing else?" Receiving two no's he smiled. "Very well. Damir heard a commotion down below. "Ah it seems more people have decided to join us. I think we will not wait around though." He put his foot on Marco, grabbed Cole with his right hand and Brennan with his left. Then he said the one spell which would remove them from the room. As the room faded away, Damir saw several men at the door to the room. But they were too late.
(OOC: Continued in The Party Continues Part 11 (Markus' Island))
(combined threads from previous site)
(OOC: Continuation of Everywhere Else, Jackal's Pets)
DAMIR
Damir hated Apperating, but it was the quickest way to get to the shack. He chuckled when he saw evidence the place had actually been cleaned up a bit. There wasn't as much dust and the table, chairs and counter in what was once a kitchen area had been wiped down. Interesting! . Damir pulled on the leach and shoved Marco to his knees on the floor. "On your elbows and knees, pet, I am tired." Marco lowered himself so he was resting on his elbows and his backside was on his thighs. Damir pulled out one of the chairs from the table, sat down and put his feet on Marco's back. "Much better. I figure we only have a few minutes to wait. It took longer than I thought with the woman. You were quite a hit. Did you enjoy yourself? Oh, I forgot..." Damir reached forward and ruffled Marco's hair. The man was gagged. The woman had complained about his yelling.
Damir threw his head back and laughed. The doctor had poked and prodded and stuck needles and rods in places which had made Damir cringe. When the man said he had enough of Marco's body fluids and had other samples, Damir had taken Marco to the Breading Center. He had given five woman permission to use Marco, with the end result hopefully a pregnancy. A pregnancy would insure each of the woman's change to the birthing centers which were actually very nice apartments with all the luxuries. The woman would stay there during their pregnancies and even for one month after. Then they would be returned to the Breading Center. If it had been their third live birth, they would be allowed to marry as they saw fit or be sent to a work station, if they couldn't find a partner. There life would be a bit better than those who had never given birth, but not much.
Marco had been well used for the hour and half he had been tied to a bed in the Breeding Center. There could very well be a bumper crop of little Marco's in nine months. Damir reached down and ripped the sticky tape off Marco's mouth. "So Marco what did you think of our little Breeding Center. When we finish with our little party, I am planning on taking you back there, by popular request. I think Brennan will be going also. The boy is young and should be able to satisfy the woman for most of a day. What do you think?"
MARCO
Out of the corner of his eye, Marco saw they were not alone. The young man was inching closer meaning to help. Marco shook his head and tried to distract Damir from the seventh year Slytherin's presence. He jerked himself from under Damir's feet. "Brennan won't be your pet Traitor!" Marco yelled as he tried to motion the young man hiding in the corner to head for the door that lead to Hogsmeade Village.
Instead the stupid kid tried to charge Damir. "Release My Head of House!"
Marco shook his head though something about the way the young blond charged reminded him of his brother Leo. Marco had to get the kid out of harm's way. Grabbing the kid by the nap of the neck Marco headed for the door. "I suggest you forget what you saw kid!" He'd gotten his hand on the door as he was pulled back by the leach around his neck. His hands had gotten tangled in the boys clothes, so the boy followed him backwards.
DAMIR
Damir had relaxed back on the chair. He was actually comfortable. When Brennan showed, he would look like he was relaxing, but Damir was ready. Marco's move caught him off guard. By the time he had gotten to his feet, Marco was headed for the door with a young man hard in tow.
Damir yanked on the leach, stopping Marco in midstride. When he pulled back, the boy Marco had came with him. Quickly Damir used the leach to hogtie Marco's hands behind him. Then he grabbed the skinny kid and threw him against the wall, knocking the wind out of him. Reaching in his pocket he removed one of the two sets of handcuff's he brought with him and shackled the boy's hands behind him. He shoved the boy to his knees and backhanded him. "So you thought you would sneak up on me and take part in my little party, boy." He grabbed the kids hair and backhanded him again, then threw him to the dirty floor, next to Marco.
Damir let out a growl and kicked Marco in the ribs. "It looks like we have another guest at our party. The boy is going to learn what it is like to put yourself where you don't belong." Damir stood up, chuckled and kicked the boy in the backside. "It has been a while since I trained and innocent. I just might enjoy this." He picked the boy up by the back of his shirt and threw him against the wall. "If you know what is good for you, you will stay right there. If you don't know what is good for you, you will stay right there, but you will be in a lot of pain. Your choice?"
Turning back to Marco he said, "On your knees, wizard. I think I hear Mr. Dawson coming." Damir took a knife out of his pocket and held it to Marco's throat then turned toward the door.
MARCO
He shoved the boy to his knees and backhanded him. ... He grabbed the kids hair and backhanded him again, then threw him to the dirty floor, next to Marco.
."What are you planning with the kid? He was not part of the plan. Let him go. "
Damir let out a growl and kicked Marco in the ribs
The pain in his ribs worsened as he was kicked. He looked over at the boy. The boy stared back at him. There wasn't the fear in his eyes, which Marco would have expected. His eyes looked familiar. They were trying to communicate something to him.
Marco was terrified that now he would be forced to hurt the kid. Something was off about the kid but Marco had yet to put his finger on it. He worked his leach bounds as he said, "Just let the kid go. I am sure we frighten him enough. He inwardly knew that kid should not be here as his mind showed him watching the kid's graduation last term. He would try to get the kid away before Brennan got there.
Damir took a knife out of his pocket and held it to Marco's throat then turned toward the door.
Marco felt off balance. If he tried to move too much the knife would bite into his throat as he fell to one side or the other. The traitor had set the scene so that Brennan would have to do what Damir told him to do. Brannon might take the chance on Marco not getting hurt, but he wouldn't do anything which might cause the boy to be further injured.
BRENNAN
He handed the letter to one of the guards and said, "Send this by Owl to the Hogs Head. The bartender will know how to get it to Mr. Dawson.
Brennan read the note one more time. “Bren, 3 hours shack Marco”
Sherlock knew a few things from the note. The first was that Marco was forced to write it. If the note had indeed been Marco’s idea then he would have hand delivered it to Hank. Brennan could think of only one missing person that could have been used to insure Marco agreed to set Bren up. “Frankie” Sherlock knew that it was a set-up cause Marco would have given a name and most likely a reason for the meet.
He turned to Hank as he said handing back the note, “Hank, Marco wanted to raise red flags about this meet. He knows Fixer and so kept it short. Any word from Fixer? I still can’t believe he is allowing this meet especially knowing it is a trap. Maybe I should show that note to the Caretakers? I got a major lecture the last time I visited that shack without notifying them. I just wish Fixer told me who Marco was with, Hank. Do you know?”
Sherlock did know whoever it was Fixer was not liking Brennan being anywhere near. Bren had left a note with his partner Richard. Bren paused outside the door in the tunnel leading to the Shack. Sherlock etched another note in the floor. The note had everything he had learned from Marco’s note as well as the word “Special Wand Globe” Slowly he pushed the door leading to the downstairs of the shack off the tunnel. Measuring each step he walked toward the stairs.
Turning back to Marco he said, "On your knees, wizard. I think I hear Mr. Dawson coming." Damir took a knife out of his pocket and held it to Marco's throat then turned toward the door.
Brennan's hand went to his globe and he activated it. Placing it back in his pocket, he headed up the stairs.
The pain in his ribs worsened as he was kicked. He looked over at the boy. "What are you planning with the kid? He was not part of the plan."
Brennan heard the word kid and drew his special Elvin wand. Sherlock’s only thought now were “Luke”. He pulled out his tiny marble recorder and whispered, “Caretaker, shack trouble might involve Luke or another child Marco sounds worried; Going in wand drawn, Sherlock”
He placed the marble back in his secret pocket of his father’s old robe.
Marco felt off balance. If he tried to move too much the knife would bite into his throat as he fell to one side or the other.
Brennan said pointing to himself, “Protego” Then he turned the wand to the door and said, “Expulso ” After the door exploded he located the seventh year and said, “Imperturbable”. The kid would be protected at all cost. Bren then turned the wand towards the man that had a knife to Marco’s throat. Sherlock froze as the knife brought back to his mind, “Scotty’s Knife”. He remembered the Halloween he had dropped it into his best friend’s Scotty Trick or Treat bag. That Halloween was the start of years of torment for him. It was the reason he was a Code Red as it was the year that a clan of werewolves used him to ambush two Aurors and Scotty’s brother Jonathan.
Brennan stood frozen in the shack as a voice in his head from the past, “Run Bren!” Snapping out of the memory, Bren turned to run
DAMIR
Damir moved his hand slightly so his arm was under Marco's chin and the knife was poised to slice Marco open from his ear down across his throat. He waved his other hand through the air. The door to the room closed just as Brennan was about to go through it. Damir reached out with his hand, made a fist and pulled it back. Brennan came toward him backward. Damir turned his fist and Brennan turned to face him. "On your knees." Damir pushed his fist toward the floor. Brennan went to his knees.
As he held Brennan in position, his eyes were drawn to the boy cuffed and leaning against the wall. The boys features were changing. He was turning into someone else. Damir watched as Frank Cole now sat against the wall, glaring at him.
Damir shoved Marco to the floor and kicked him hard in a kidney. "Stay down pet, or you will see your friends hurting much more than you do at the moment." Damir laughed. "Welcome Captain. Glad you could join us. It is an unexpected surprise, but one I can deal with."
Damir reached out. "Finite" he said to clear the spells Brennan had set. He continued to hold his hand out, made a fist and magically dragged Cole across the floor toward him. With Brennan in one fist and Cole in the other he said, "Both of you remove the tracking devices from your pockets." He chuckled when they looked at him as if they had no idea what he was asking them to do. "I know about them. This is not the first time I have dealt with Caretakers and those they protect. Oh, and if I remember correctly, the last time Brennan visited by Step-father's island, he had a small marble which was also a recording/tracking device. I want those out and on the floor also. It I find you are holding back, then there are going to be painful consequences for the others in our little group. Now get them out."
Damir chuckled as two globes, two wands, and do recording marbles fell to the floor of the captive wizards. He raised his eyebrows, "Nothing else?" Receiving two no's he smiled. "Very well. Damir heard a commotion down below. "Ah it seems more people have decided to join us. I think we will not wait around though." He put his foot on Marco, grabbed Cole with his right hand and Brennan with his left. Then he said the one spell which would remove them from the room. As the room faded away, Damir saw several men at the door to the room. But they were too late.
CLOSED
(OOC: Continued in The Party Continues Part 11 (Markus' Island))