"23rd Adam Street, Liverpool" Ead read once more. The address was written in red ink, in a tiny, dirty piece of paper. Ead adjusted the sleeves of his leather jacket and looked up to the building before him. It was a messy backstreet house, piles of trash on either side of the rusty iron door, along with cigarettes and hypodermic syringes. A couple of containers stood between a decrepit sidewalk and the building.
At first sight, one wouldn't believe there might be any living soul around the damned street, except perhaps the vermin, but the fact that the windows were broken from the inside, the sound of a radio tuned to shady station where 'DEATH TO THE MUDBLOOD!' appeared to be some sort of masthead title, and a quick check with Homenum revelio convinced Ead he had tracked down his latest prey.
His name was Jacob Wyrva, a recently-graduated Dark Follower who, thanks to his parents' generous financing of the Death Eaters, got himself a position among the cold blood assassins. To find him was not too hard, but entering Jacob's hideout could be. For what Ead knew, Jacob probably wasn't alone, and if he was caught sneaking his way into the building, it could prove to be rash.
Perhaps, the door was the fastest away in. Ead picked a recent-looking pizza box, adjusted his jacket again and, lifting a closed fist toward the entrance, knocked at the door. At first, there was no response. Ead almost thought he could have been mistaken, but finally a voice was heard:
"Who are ya? We ain't expecting nobody."
"My name is Tim. I'm here to deliver your pizza, sir."
The voice growled with contempt, and answered:
"Go away, loser!"
"I'm sorry, sir. But it's marked for your address." Ead replied, trying to sound as natural as possible.
"I said it already, we ain't expecting no pizza!"
"Listen, sir. I have a date tonight and I need to get this delivered. How about you get this pizza for free, and get to tell my boss it is done?"
For some moments, the only thing Ead could hear was the radio inside Jacob's safehouse. It took long, but the guard in the other side of the door seemed to have succumbed to gluttony.
"Leave it in front of the door." the rude voice ordered. Ead didn't question the command, he dropped the pizza box instantly and hid himself behind a wall of garbage containers. He pulled his wand out, observing the slightest movement in the street.
The guard waited at least five minutes before slowly opening the door and peeking into the street. Sensing no danger, he curved his upper body to pick up the pizza box. Ead jumped from his hiding place and aimed his wand right at the man's head.
"Stupefy!" he uttered. His target fell to the ground, senseless. Only then could Ead see how he looked like. The guard seemed a middle-age thug, unshaven and unwashed. With his rude facial traits, pale skin and dirty clothing, Ead wouldn't find too surprising to know that he was werewolf.
There was no time to think about it, though. Ead jumped over his body, trying not to touch it. As he entered inside the house, he noticed that it was just as horrible-looking as the outside. Dusty, decrepit, undecorated, damaged by nature, it wouldn't be his first choice for a house. The only pieces of furniture were a table with less 1 leg and a
ugly clothes-hanger. Between the dust and water falling from the ceiling, Ead saw the stairs that led to the upper floor.
Good thing they were so dirty. That away, the sound of his steps as he walked upstairs wouldn't so noticeable. As he reached the first floor, Ead began to hear sounds coming from one of the nearby rooms. With a certain amount of care, he reached to the doorknob. We could now hear distinct moans and whispers coming from inside. Realizing he didn't have that much time before another Death Eater would come along, Ead lifted his wand, stepped into the room and braced for what was inside.
Jacob seemed to be having fun with two all-but-innocent girls, and he surely wasn't expecting anybody. The moment he saw Ead, his wand pointed toward Jacob, the young Death Eater's eyes almost popped out of his head. The girls didn't find it very amusing either, for they slowly back away into the toilet, leaving the two men alone.
"I'm sorry, Jacob. I didn't mean to startle you. Also, I'm sorry. Death Eater doesn't work out for everybody."
Jacob reached for his wand, which was under his pillow, but it was too late. Ead aimed for Jacob's throat, and with a fluid movement, shouted:
"Diffindo!"
by Ead Gabromic Tue Jul 23, 2013 9:53 pm
