Thinking it Over (Allana)

Sterling was shocked that she did it. Wandless and defenseless he dove out of the way. He stared at her, pale and wide eyed. He had no power to bar the door anymore. "Allana, don't leave!" Sterling choked. He knew she would go anyway... but he couldn't bear to see her go. He pulled out his wand and screamed Petrificus totalus! non-verbally, hoping he could bind her before she knew it was coming. If he could just bind her there and talk to her a little... keep her there and fetch Catalina...

[[OOC: Duel please?]]

Allana snarled and threw up a shield charm. The spell rocketed off into the top of the tower and died out. "What do you want from me?"She yelled out springing for the door. She was ready to get out of there. She spun around and pointed her wand at him again. "Crucio!"She said angrily her hate for him pouring into the spell.

Sterling was terrible at getting hit by the worst possible spells at the worst possible times. Like when he had gotten the Tickling Jinx from Ben right when he had him... or when he got hit by Sectumsempra just as he was about to get close enough to distract the Slytherin girl he still didn't know the identity to... getting hit by the Cruciatus Curse right as he was trying to get Allana to listen to him...

He got hit in the chest by the spell. "Oh!" he screamed in immediate surprise just before the pain started. He fell backward and bashed the back of his head against the wall behind him.

It wasn't quite like anything he had felt before. Every nerve in his body started jumping, electrifying... it was a bit like the sensation he had when he kissed a girl... but there was nothing pleasant about his nerves standing on end. It was... literally torture. His nerves were alert like this for a split second before the pain started.

His nerves tried to jump out of his skin. "Ooh! Agh!" he screamed, the only recognizable screams syllables of screaming that escaped his throat before he started releasing the pain in incessant wails, stopping only to breath, but then screaming out again. He felt like he had been thrown in a fire... no, magma. It was excruciating.

He felt as if a billion needles were stabbing into him from all angles... swords, daggers, flamethrowers... he squirmed on the floor.

He didn't stop writhing. His overexcited nerves pushed him in every way, contorting him in positions that normally would have been too painful for inflexible muscles to handle... but that pain was by far outmatched by the pain of the curse. He felt tears streaming out of his eyes as he screamed. He couldn't think of anything through the pain, but somehow he managed to form the automatic word "Stop!" before he plunged back into his pain.

Allana laughed hollowly. His screams echoed around the room but they didn't affect her. Neither did his bellow of Stop! She didn't care. This was what she had wanted to see all along. The pain in his eyes made her happy that she was evil. She smirked and bent to her knees beside him her wand still pointed at his chest. "Does that hurt?"She hissed into his ear. She released the spell for a bit looking at him amusement glinting in her eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"She asked laughing coldly at him.

Sterling continued to writhe and twist against his will. She whispered something to him but he didn't hear it. All his senses were turned off. The spell lifted and the pain faded immediately. Sterling knew physical pain was temporary... unlike emotional pain. It would be felt for a moment, then fizzle away.

Do you want me to stop? he heard her ask. Sterling was angry with her, but he didn't betray it at all. He was panting at the leftovers of the curse, wincing slightly. "No, I really enjoyed that." he snarled at her.

"oh really."She said tilting her head to the side. She pointed her wand at the door and bared it and made it so no one would hear him scream. Pointing her wand at him again, her wand against his temple. "Crucio."She whispered letting her pain and anger through the curse at him.

Sterling ducked his head just as she said the magic word. He rolled away with agility. There were no aftereffect of the pain... it was all over now. "Stupefy!" he cried, pointing his wand at her after there was some distance between them.

Allana crumpled the second the spell hit her. She felt darkness close around her eyes. Her mind was able to think still though. He had gotten her? She had just been torturing him and he got her with a stupid little Stupify curse! She felt her conciousness slip and she lay on the ground unconcious.

Sterling felt relief course through him as the curse hit her. He fell to his knees... the pain coming back with a little less force, but it was definitely an aftershock. He gasped, he was on one hand and his knees, clutching his heart. He was panting hard... what was he going to do with this unconscious body? He pointed his wand at the limp body on the floor. "Mobilicorpus," he said quietly.

He then realized it might look odd for him to be hovering an unconscious body through the hall... he would get in trouble! He dropped the spell and sat, looking at her, thinking. He couldn't leave her unattended... somebody might find her... the person that found her might get hurt. Allana might escape. Sterling wasn't going to be able to get Catalina. He would have to deal with this himself.

"Petrificus totalus! Ennervate!" he said. She would be in a full body bind when she returned to consciousness... he could talk at her without her interrupting him or attacking him... maybe he could convince her to meet voluntarily with Cat. He knew Cat would be able to talk sense into her.

Sterling felt another pang of pity. This girl had been hurt badly... the day she was born. Another aftershock came and he fell over her body, clutching her shoulder as he gasped in pain. He rolled away from her again when the aftershock ended.

"Well. Now what are you going to do?" Sterling asked rhetorically.

Allana felt her vision come back, but she couldn't move. She felt her eyes dart around looking up at the ceiling. She couldn't talk or move, but she heard him say something. She let out a low growl showing she was angry, her hand still clutched her wand in her hand unable to use it it was useless, but it made her feel better. Being defenseless was the last thing she wanted.