Darkness - MF/OW
Title: Darkness
Author: krissi2
Characters: Marcus (Marcus/Oliver implied)
Rating: R
beta: gregisamazing, as always the best xD~
Summary: "All his life he had been a person that had to see everything. He never believed things other people told him, until he had seen them."
A/N: This is for july_v, for… OMG... Everything? *loves*
He felt every bone, every fibre and every cell of his aching body. He didn’t know where he was or how he got here. His whole body was covered in bandages but what freaked him out the most was that he couldn’t see. He could only feel the itchy fabric covering his eyes and it scared him. It scared him not to see anything happening around him. He could not see the person caring for him, easing his pain, giving him food and water. He couldn’t see anything. And it scared him! It scared the hell out of him.
He wasn’t ashamed of being scared and he was pretty sure that by now no one was.
All his life he had been a person that had to see everything. He never believed things other people told him, until he had seen them. That was why he had been even more surprised as finally saw Hogwarts in all its beauty. He hadn’t believed his parents as they had told him about the lights that broke through the dark night and about the majesty that this castle emanated. But then suddenly he could see it and he believed.
As he grew older he didn’t care much for school, but he was still fascinated by the castle he now lived in. He spent much time in the air, enjoying the view, as dumb as it sounds. He loved the view over the forest and the lake and he just couldn’t understand how he should ever leave this place.
He had never believed that there could be someone who loved Quidditch more than he did it, until he saw him. A little boy, younger than him, small and skinny. Now, after all these years he couldn’t even remember where he first met him, or why, or even when. But he knew that he hated that kid from the first moment that he had seen him.
And as he heard that his little bastard, as the boy was dubbed by him and his friends, would be in the Quidditch-team of Gryffindor he couldn’t believe it until he saw him coming out of the changing rooms towards him. And with that, his little bastard became his little enemy.
He couldn’t believe the stories that were told about the Dark Lord. The pale skin, the snake-like slits for nostrils and the red eyes. He also never believed that the Dark Lord could really talk to snakes and he never believed that getting the Dark Mark would hurt that much. Until he saw it. Until he felt it.
He saw the creature standing in front of him in all his disgusting appearance and it made him want to throw up. It was almost impossible to recognize the human parts of his new ‘Master’ and he wondered if this was the person he would die for. He felt the heat burning his flesh, felt the form of the Dark Mark replacing his skin and he screamed in pain like never before.
As the years went by he started believing he would never see his mother happy. And just as he grew used to her crying and hiding from her husband-his father-died. And suddenly he could see how beautiful his mother was and so he started believing that death comes to people who deserve it. And he believed it until he saw war.
He saw lights flashing charms that recoiled from trees, walls and houses and he saw those charms that hit people, made them fall and killed them. And he saw people crying; women over their children, screaming and pleading and men over their wives, mourning, hovered over their bodies.
And he saw familiar faces on the other side. Looking at him with pure hate and though he was used to it he felt anger rise even more inside him. And as he sent the charm, as the green light erupted from his wand he felt release. He would not see that face again, he would not lose himself in those eyes again. He would not see the other win again. Because he won in the end.
And as the body fell to the ground and some wizards around them started to yell but all he could do was grin. He felt the sensation of killing a person, of ending someone’s life. But suddenly his smile faltered as he realised who he had killed. And he felt his soul break, his heart being ripped apart. Because he knew exactly that he killed the only person he would ever love.
Marcus Flint had always been a person of sight. And as he saw the person he loved, he started to believe that some people are just not made to be happy or to be good or to be in love. And so he knew that he would die in this war, because there was nothing left for him…Why should he stay?
And now, as he lay here, his eyes covered in itchy bandages he knew it was time.
But Marcus Flint never believed that the dead person you loved would wait for you on the other side. Until he saw it…
Author: krissi2
Characters: Marcus (Marcus/Oliver implied)
Rating: R
beta: gregisamazing, as always the best xD~
Summary: "All his life he had been a person that had to see everything. He never believed things other people told him, until he had seen them."
A/N: This is for july_v, for… OMG... Everything? *loves*
He felt every bone, every fibre and every cell of his aching body. He didn’t know where he was or how he got here. His whole body was covered in bandages but what freaked him out the most was that he couldn’t see. He could only feel the itchy fabric covering his eyes and it scared him. It scared him not to see anything happening around him. He could not see the person caring for him, easing his pain, giving him food and water. He couldn’t see anything. And it scared him! It scared the hell out of him.
He wasn’t ashamed of being scared and he was pretty sure that by now no one was.
All his life he had been a person that had to see everything. He never believed things other people told him, until he had seen them. That was why he had been even more surprised as finally saw Hogwarts in all its beauty. He hadn’t believed his parents as they had told him about the lights that broke through the dark night and about the majesty that this castle emanated. But then suddenly he could see it and he believed.
As he grew older he didn’t care much for school, but he was still fascinated by the castle he now lived in. He spent much time in the air, enjoying the view, as dumb as it sounds. He loved the view over the forest and the lake and he just couldn’t understand how he should ever leave this place.
He had never believed that there could be someone who loved Quidditch more than he did it, until he saw him. A little boy, younger than him, small and skinny. Now, after all these years he couldn’t even remember where he first met him, or why, or even when. But he knew that he hated that kid from the first moment that he had seen him.
And as he heard that his little bastard, as the boy was dubbed by him and his friends, would be in the Quidditch-team of Gryffindor he couldn’t believe it until he saw him coming out of the changing rooms towards him. And with that, his little bastard became his little enemy.
He couldn’t believe the stories that were told about the Dark Lord. The pale skin, the snake-like slits for nostrils and the red eyes. He also never believed that the Dark Lord could really talk to snakes and he never believed that getting the Dark Mark would hurt that much. Until he saw it. Until he felt it.
He saw the creature standing in front of him in all his disgusting appearance and it made him want to throw up. It was almost impossible to recognize the human parts of his new ‘Master’ and he wondered if this was the person he would die for. He felt the heat burning his flesh, felt the form of the Dark Mark replacing his skin and he screamed in pain like never before.
As the years went by he started believing he would never see his mother happy. And just as he grew used to her crying and hiding from her husband-his father-died. And suddenly he could see how beautiful his mother was and so he started believing that death comes to people who deserve it. And he believed it until he saw war.
He saw lights flashing charms that recoiled from trees, walls and houses and he saw those charms that hit people, made them fall and killed them. And he saw people crying; women over their children, screaming and pleading and men over their wives, mourning, hovered over their bodies.
And he saw familiar faces on the other side. Looking at him with pure hate and though he was used to it he felt anger rise even more inside him. And as he sent the charm, as the green light erupted from his wand he felt release. He would not see that face again, he would not lose himself in those eyes again. He would not see the other win again. Because he won in the end.
And as the body fell to the ground and some wizards around them started to yell but all he could do was grin. He felt the sensation of killing a person, of ending someone’s life. But suddenly his smile faltered as he realised who he had killed. And he felt his soul break, his heart being ripped apart. Because he knew exactly that he killed the only person he would ever love.
Marcus Flint had always been a person of sight. And as he saw the person he loved, he started to believe that some people are just not made to be happy or to be good or to be in love. And so he knew that he would die in this war, because there was nothing left for him…Why should he stay?
And now, as he lay here, his eyes covered in itchy bandages he knew it was time.
But Marcus Flint never believed that the dead person you loved would wait for you on the other side. Until he saw it…