Title: "Now What?"
Author: Batsutousai
Rating: PG-13 - R-ish
Warnings: Character death, a bit of talk about blood and other kinda nasty things
Word Count: 216
Disclaim Her: You know the drill.
A/N: Discussing view points in English and this little shit bit me. I finished it in Psych while we were discussing drugs. That should give you a couple ideas of what was running through my head while I wrote this.
You stand there in the middle of the field of blood. You're covered in blood too. Your own, and others'. As red as your eyes. As red as your enemy's house.
And he stands there before you, mocking you. He's glaring - hurt. You've managed to kill everyone he cares about, and yet he survives. The last resistance.
He's managed to slip through this world of blood and guts and curses and pain and death relatively unscathed. He's no longer innocent - that child who defeated you the first time - but he's clean. Untorn robes and unbloodied hands.
And the battlefield seems to fall into silence around you. Your world narrows until it's just you and him. Dark Lord and Saviour. Devil and Angel.
And you both raise your wands - new ones that wouldn’t clash like your original ones - and cast the same curse.
And your curse hits its mark while his puffs from sight. You knew he didn't have the heart to kill anything, anyone.
And you've found that you've won and the battle's still going on around you.
And your reason for going on is gone. Your enemies are losing and you find yourself alone like so many time before and so many times that are sure to come.
Now what?
Author: Batsutousai
Rating: PG-13 - R-ish
Warnings: Character death, a bit of talk about blood and other kinda nasty things
Word Count: 216
Disclaim Her: You know the drill.
A/N: Discussing view points in English and this little shit bit me. I finished it in Psych while we were discussing drugs. That should give you a couple ideas of what was running through my head while I wrote this.
You stand there in the middle of the field of blood. You're covered in blood too. Your own, and others'. As red as your eyes. As red as your enemy's house.
And he stands there before you, mocking you. He's glaring - hurt. You've managed to kill everyone he cares about, and yet he survives. The last resistance.
He's managed to slip through this world of blood and guts and curses and pain and death relatively unscathed. He's no longer innocent - that child who defeated you the first time - but he's clean. Untorn robes and unbloodied hands.
And the battlefield seems to fall into silence around you. Your world narrows until it's just you and him. Dark Lord and Saviour. Devil and Angel.
And you both raise your wands - new ones that wouldn’t clash like your original ones - and cast the same curse.
And your curse hits its mark while his puffs from sight. You knew he didn't have the heart to kill anything, anyone.
And you've found that you've won and the battle's still going on around you.
And your reason for going on is gone. Your enemies are losing and you find yourself alone like so many time before and so many times that are sure to come.
Now what?
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Date: 11/11/05 20:37 (UTC)~LK
Hey Vols, necrophilia is an option; preferably while the body is still warm.
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Date: 12/11/05 20:13 (UTC)OMG! Icon!! *falls over again*
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Date: 13/11/05 00:44 (UTC)~LK
It's crazy LeIk wH04!!1oneoneeight
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Date: 13/11/05 02:11 (UTC)no subject
Date: 11/11/05 21:28 (UTC)LOVE.
it's so true. that is the only reason why i don't want voldemort to win the war. he would be alone. the two people that could actually stand up to him would be gone.
beautifully written, bats. < 3
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Date: 12/11/05 20:13 (UTC)no subject
Date: 11/11/05 21:31 (UTC)Hugs,
Floss
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Date: 12/11/05 20:15 (UTC)no subject
Date: 11/11/05 22:00 (UTC)You o.k.? I know things are going on with your sister and all but ... worried. ._.
Hugs.
Different viewpoints indeed.
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Date: 12/11/05 20:17 (UTC)*hugs back* The Kitty is doing mucho fine. A little more psycotic than usual, but still fine. ^.^
*sniggers*
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Date: 12/11/05 02:12 (UTC)This piece is incredible. ♥
One part of me wants to scream "Tom/Harry! Why didn't you two fall in love while you had the chance?!" Where the other more sensible part just adores this piece, because, omg. It's just... *fails* No words. It's beautiful. Beautiful in a very depressing way.
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Date: 12/11/05 20:18 (UTC)*grins* Thank you, m'dear.
^.~ Glad you liked. And I can't write everything as Tom/Harry. I'd never get a novel published.
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Date: 14/11/05 10:44 (UTC)no subject
Date: 15/11/05 01:41 (UTC)Hn. Own publishing company? That has promises.... XD
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Date: 15/11/05 06:22 (UTC)It does, doesn't it? *bounces excitedly*
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Date: 12/11/05 13:23 (UTC)cloe
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Date: 15/11/05 01:42 (UTC)And, anyway, if it were a children's story, either Voldemort or Harry would have to be a gal if they was gonna get together. Damned majorly Christian world.