Cruel Christmas

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The permanent residents of the fifth floor were unusually quiet. There were the normal mutterings of the worse off patients of course and a moan or a groan here and there, but that was it. It was as if they were silently waiting for the horror that was coming. The horror that no one could have predicted. A horror that could only be caused by an evil that had been dormant for near two decades. One that the world had not even realised was missing, but soon they would see what they had for so long over looked.

A girl that had been in this facility for nearly as long as this evil had been gone lay in her bed seemingly speaking to herself. Most people never thought twice about her. She had no family or friends. No one ever came to visit her, and she hadn't spoken a single word of sense to any one in many years. She seemed to be lost in a world of her own making talking of magical experiments, and of overthrowing all forms of government. The only thing she ever said that took anyones interest was two names. Jack Riddle and Zhen Ji at first the healers only recognised Jacks name and thought that she must have seen it in a paper some where. Up until a month earlier they had believed Zhen Ji to have been made up until her name appeared in the paper.

A nurse poked her head into the room just to check on her. As the woman went to leave the girl shot up in her bed and cursed loudly. The nurse went to push her back onto the bed when the girl looked her directly in the eyes, and grabbed her by the front of her robes. "Get your hands off of me." She growled at the nurse who jumped back in shock. This girl had never spoken to anyone directly since she had come there nineteen years earlier. "W.. were you talking to me?" The nurse asked in a paniced voice.

The girl jumped up from her bed and got up right in the womans face. "Who else would I be talking to? I don't see anyone else here do you?" The nurse backed up into the wall stumbling over her words. She fell silent afraid to set off the girl. They had been warned when she was brought there that if she appeared to be aware of her surroundings that she would be at her most dangerous. This danger could be seen in the dark look on the girls face. Before the nurse could decide on how to act the girl struck her hard in the face knocking her unconscious. The girl stooped and picked up the nurses wand. It was time for her to go free.

[jack]

The ornate emerald box sat still and quiet beneath the bed of a man who had suffered the dementors kiss. It was just a body an empty shell, but one of interest. The body itself still held one power that did not leave with the soul. It was a metamorphagus so it's features changed randomly. The box beneath it's bed was not there by accident. No it had been placed there for a specific purpous that was about to be revealed.

It had happened the bodies of Zhen Ji, and Jack Riddle fell to the ground dead a few miles away and the box's lid shot open. With a great howling sound a black smoke rose from the box and went directly into the body above it through the mouth. As the last of the smoke entered it's eyes shot open.It sat straight up and swung its legs over the bed. Hestood up and smiled as he looked down at his hands. With a quick turn he tossed the bed over and picked up the box from with in it he drew a ring and put it on his right index finger.

He lightly tapped the ring to his hospital gown and it changed into dark grey wizard robes. He then pointed his fist at the door he knew to be locked. "Difindo" With a loud ripping noise the door split in half one part falling to the floor while the other swayed on it's hinges. He walked through the open door with a wide grin upon his face. "Damn it's good to be back." He yelled. A healer down the hall turned to see the man, and he ran towards him. What his intent was no one will ever know for the man raised his fist. "Avada Kedavra." With a flash of green the man fell to the floor dead. A small puff of black smoke exited the mans mouth and went into the box held in his other hand. He pointed his fist at the box and it vanished with a faint pop.

The man looked around and noticed all of the decorations around the hospital. "Christmas huh?" He chuckled darkly at the thought of the holiday. Few would find this holiday to be very cheerfull now that he had been released. He kicked in a door and found an elderly man lying in a hospital bed with his wife at his side. They both looked up in shock. He raised his fist, and in another green flash the mans wife fell from her chair dead. He sat at the foot of the mans bed who looked utterly terrified. "Tell me something old man. You think that the people here might enjoy it if I sang them a christmas carol?" The man didn't speak but looked from his wifes body to the man and back again. "Don't mind her you'll be joining her soon enough any ways now answer the question." He spoke with a tone of impatience. "Umm.. yes?" The old man whispered in a horse voice. "All right then." Another flash and he to was dead.

The man pointed his fist to the ceiling. "Let Cruelty Reign" The nights sky above the hospital suddenly burned with the firy light of a smiley face but with a cruel smile. A mark that any close to him would recognise as his own cruel joke. A mark that hadn't been seen in over nineteen years. He then lept from the old mans bed and pointed his ring at his own throat "Sonorous." He stepped out into the hal and began to sing his own cruel carol.

"Deck the halls with lots of bodies
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
'Tis the season to be naughty
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Don me now death eater apparel.
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Troll the cruel and unusual carol.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.
See the blazing people before us.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Kill the weak and join the chorus.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Follow me in deadly measure.
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
While I tell of a bloody treasure.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Slow and painful the person passes.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Kill all of the lads and lasses
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Sing I you're all dead together.
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Headless bodies none to teather.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la "

He sand this song as he walked through the halls killing people in various ways. His voice magicly magnified so not only could the whole hospital could hear it but someone a mile away would have heard it as well. Some people were torn in half like the door. Some were blasted into pieces. Some were vicously murdered by the beds they lay on. He even turned some of the dead into inferi and sent them to kill other patients, and their loved ones. By the time he started the song over for the third time half of the hospital had been slaughtered, and he knew that people both with him and against him would soon be arriving.

[Robert Victor LeBlanc]

Robert had to make sure Jack was dead. He cared less about Zhen but, it was a good thing she was dead too. Jack was all he cared about. Even though Robert had kicked the lifeless body, he had to make sure he was dead. Robert wanted to hear it straight from a Healer, he wanted to psychically see the death certificate be written out. Then, that chapter of crap could be closed once and for all. Robert could go back home and not have to worry about Kelsey being kidnapped...or something. Robert went so far, as to transport the dead body of Jack Lestrange himself. He wanted to make sure it arrived and was stolen for some weird resurrection ritual or something.

Robert dropped the body off to where ever it went. He sat and waiting for someone to tell him yes, Jack Lestrange Riddle was dead. Robert even watched as the Healer signed the death certificate. He breathed a sigh of relief. Since he was here, Robert dropped by the nursery. The two little beds once occupied by his grandchildren were empty. He shrugged, and went to Kelsey's room, finding it empty. Confused, he went to the desk. Kelsey went home a few hours ago. It must have been while he was at that stupid party. The best part of his evening was when Jack died. Best day ever.

Instead of just apparating home, he decided to just take a few moments and walk down to the entrance of the hospital. He needed to wind himself down, take a moment, drink in the fact that Jack was dead - finally. Of course, this meant that if someone said he did, Bellatrix would probably want to kill him. Ah, oh well. It wouldn't be the first time. Robert sighed, feeling rather joyous with al the Christmas decour. He even started whistling a Christmas tune and he took the stairs.

He heard some screams, thinking that must be normal. Robert happened to glance up, as a body came tumbling down the stairs. That was not normal. That was disgusting actually. Robert stepped out of the way and watching the body roll down to a stop. He held a 'what the hell' expression and decided to go investigate. When he reached a hallway, he came across a bloody mess. The smell of blood was all too strong. Robert tilted his head as his eyes cross a familiar figure. He up-righted it, and was instantly confused. Who was this whack job?

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[cassr]

Some how the st. mungos defense system seamed to jump out, not letting Cass enter the magical way so she got as close as she could. A cloud of smog appeared in a ladies room a couple blocks from the magical hospital, freaking out some muggle women who quickly ran out, yelling something about fire. Though there was no fire, just fury. Cassandra realized she could just walk through the streets looking the way she did, pulling the mask off her face. She made a silent promise to her self and then she changed with a finger snap and then she took off towards her current target.

It was as with ease that she pushed through the barrier and through the hospital doors, there were no attendants at the front desk which should have thrown up a red flag, but it didn't faze her at that moment. All she cared about was killing Robert Lestrange. At that moment she didn't feel fear towards him, just hatred. How could he, why would he. Rationallity had not kicked in yet, all she wanted to do was revenge. Her vision blurry with the tears she was holding back with all of her might, she missed the dead body in the hallway.

As she finally spotted him, it wasn't just him that she saw as she got close, there was blood every where. It stopped her in her tracks, as she looked around the hall. It was like walking into a haunted house, not what you expected to see on christmas. But then again this was the worst christmas ever. When she looked back at the still man, that her revenge was put on hold with she followed his gaze. Some crazy looking man was killing people left and right. Something felt familliar as she looked apun the bodies. Frozen in her place she didn't know what to do, she couldn't believe what she was looking at. Softly she whispered one words that made even herself tremble as if answering Roberts very thoughts.

"Jack."

Outfits; Clicky
Notes; ughs.
Lyrics; Unknown.
Credits; Riddleshop

[jack]

Jack being completely and totaly involve in his fun tearing people apart had not noticed that a man had just entered the hallway in which he was busy killing people. He had stopped singing his cruel carol being sure that it had terrified all the occupants of the hospital. He kicked in another door to see two small children huddled in a corner crying. "Merry Christmas kids. Look what the dark prince brought you." He pointed his ring at them and large bugs came out of no where burrowing beneath their skin causing them to scream out in pain. "Thats right Scarab beatles have fun."

He turned away, and his eyes fell upon the man. He pointed his fist ready to kill the man when a woman appeared behind him. He froze for a second his cruel expression changed to one of adoration. With a simple flick of his hand a blue see through barrier appeared around the man. It was a shield charm but around the man so that he couldn't interupt him. The woman then spoke his name, and her voice was exactly how he had remembered it.

"Cassie." Nothing else mattered to him now. He didn't care about all of the people still breathing. He didn't care if the entire ministry of magic was coming for him. All that mattered was the woman in front of him. The woman he had spent four glorious years with before he died and was trapped in the horcrux. The woman he had thought of constantly for near two decades.

He forgot about all that was around him, and he ran to her. He scooped her up into his arms and held her close to him. "Nineteen years I've waited for that wretched body to die so that I could be with you." He said knowing she had no idea what had happened. He didn't know what the imposter had done, but he needed her to know that it was him who loved her, and cared for no other. "I love you sis." He spoke as he put her feet back on the ground. Then he leaned forward, and kissed her long and hard.

[cassr]

The expression changed when this shaggy haired man, who was either really good copy cat of magic, or just some crazy man whos last spring had sprung, changed when his eyes met Cass's. All of a sudden he looked at her addoringly which kind of creeped her out. She took a small step back as he walked towards her, but he didn't seam to notice. Almost as if he was unfazed, or fixaited on her. It sent shivers down her spine and if not all the hair on the back of her neck was already standing, this made them reverse direction. The look made her remember a time so long ago, that was like a dream. A blurry memory of Jack in the hospital bed, as she paced beside it as a doctor told her he was dead the first time. Then he was fine, it was like magic and she had accepted that.

'Cassie.'

As this stranger said her name, she let confusion take control as he came close to her. Casssandra opened her mouth ready to defend herself, to try and figure out what was going on he broke the silence with his words, which made a mess of her thoughts. 'Nineteen years I've waited for that wretched body to die so that I could be with you.' Raising an eye brow she glanced at the blue robert, with a look of pure confusion. She wished today could have ended with the beginning of the dance, she wished she could just wake up and everything be different. But she knew that wouldn't happen, no her life was going to be hell.

'I love you sis.'

Then he pulled her into a kiss, her eyes stayed open for a couple of a seconds. She kissed him back for a minute or two this was different, but something tugged that it was familliar. Though she knew this couldn't be true, she coudln't trust this, this man, or this kiss. Quickly she pulled away, and used her free hand to smack him clear across the face. In less then a few seconds she disapeared into a smog and reapeared on her feet a few feet away. Her arms stayed at her side, her wand at the ready, threatening. But if this was Jack he'd know she didn't need it to cause damage. Ready do defend herself and her feelings.

"HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU PLAY THIS."

Cass didn't leave time for him to respond. "You run off with that, that whore, you know the mother of your child. Then you make up this cockamany statement like you've been gone for years, when we all know you've been here this whole time. You've dragged me accross this god forsaken eart with your plans, and how do I know your you huh? Your probably some whack job for all I know who found out my Jack is dead, and thinks that you could become him. Good luck, but no one can fill those shoes." the salt ran into the wound for her as she spoke glarring at Robert. Blaiming him for the death with ever fiber, even so she couldn't leave him this way. Though she hoped that he couldn't hear her at the same time.

Narrowing her eyes at this man standing in front of her she snapped her fingers, the blue melted from Robert like a water fall it spread down the hall making blood wash away. She felt alone in that moment, more alone then normal. Now with this impersonator, her heart was no where near repair and she didn't any more stomping on it. She crossed her arms across her chest shying away from this, she promised herself to fall apart later not now, not infront of these two. One who was not only her boss, but the vision of good at that moment. She kind of had respect for him, and she loved her library which he could take away from her with a snap of his fingers. The other a man she had never laid eyes on before, pretending to be her jack. Who she was already very fustrated with, which must have been some surprise to this imposter.

Outfit; Clicky
Notes; Careful.
Lyrics; Unknown.
Credits; Riddleshop[/font]

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Tira left the ward killing everyone inside of it brutaly. The vicousnous that she exerterted inside of it wore out her gloomy mode, and a wide innocent smile spread accross her face. She skipped down the hall listening to the odd carol. By the third time it was sung she was singing along with it. A few people ran past her shooting her weary looks as they went. They of course knew that it was not her voice echoing through the halls but for her to be singing along was a bit offsetting.

The song stopped and she was sure that someone had run into the real Jack Riddle and was giving him trouble. Yes she knew exactly who it was she had known for a while of the horcrux, and knew as soon as the body died that he would return. She tried to head towards where she had originaly heard the screams and eventually she found a pile of bodies, and she knew she was on the right path. She began to sing "Follow the bloody trail, Follow the bloody trail," over and over she sang the words to the tune of follow the yellow brick road.

She turned a corner to see three people. She knew all three, one only through Jack, and Zhens eyes, another she had once ran into in person, and the last was deffinately the real Jack. "Robbie poo!" She called out in a childish tone. "You broke my puppets tonight. That wasn't very nice." She skipped down the hall way till the was only a few feet from them. She turned to cass and wiggled her fingers in a childish wave. She then turned back to Rob ignoring the true Jack. "You should be punished. It's a no no to break some one elses toys."

[Robert Victor LeBlanc]

"Jack."

Robert turned slight and saw Cassandra standing there with a frozen look on her face. Robert was confused. Jack was dead, Robert saw it. He was a witness, but he didn’t do it…completely. He flinched and grabbed his wand as a wand was pointed at him. Really? Did he really have to …oh, nope. The stranger’s attention was grabbed by someone else – Cassandra apparently. Robert’s confusing continued to increase. Before he knew it, one of those stupid shields was around him. He rolled his eyes. This was lame, very lame. He could easily bust out of this one but, Robert didn’t. It was probably the wise choice. Instead, he watched, trying to figure out what the hell was going on here.

Robert scratched his head. I love you sis? What did that mean? But, Cassie and said Jack, and then…sis…and…ew, they were kissing?! Robert turned away disgusted and just really confused. Jack was dead. Dead, dead, dead. He made sure of it himself. He thought this was all over. Robert just wanted to go home and see Mandy and his grandbabies. He didn’t want to be here…to witness…that. While he was trying to wrap his head around the Jack concept, the shield feel, and Robert turned around to see what was going on. The hall was clean, sparkling clean. No more blood. Wait, where was Cassandra in all this? Who’s side was she one? Robert didn’t even know.

Robbie, poo!
Robert spun around. Who the fuck was calling him ‘robbie poo’?! No one, absolutely no one ever called him that. No one. Not unless they really wanted to die. Clearly, this person did…who ever she was. Robert blinked. ”Who the fuck are you?” he said with a frown. ”What are you even talking about out?”

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