Silent Screaming

Hm...He was a novice, she thought. One cruciatus was all he had in him? Well, maybe she might get out of here after all. He was resting. Thinking. That wasn't an all bad thing. Well, if that was the way it was, the hell with him. She hadn't been in the mood to take many chances with him before, but now, well, she didn't have a whole lot to lose. Not as she figured it. She ripped the tape off her wrist and tore the needle out of her vein, letting the blood pour from the unsecured vein--the the blood streamed everywhere. As long as they were experimenting, she wanted to know how he would cope with that. He didn't seem to be very long on patience, and that wasn't a good thing for a torture man. Weren't they supposed to have the patience of Job?

Well, then, maybe this just wouldn't last very long then. She pulled herself up off the floor and sat back down on the bed. At least he'd have to work a bit harder to kick her up there. She leaned back against the wall, never taking her eyes off him. She had lost being outraged at him at the moment. She just didn't feel much of anything. If it was a chess game he wanted, then a chess game he would get. And what he apparently didn't know was that she really did not like to lose. Ever.

Felix observed her quietly, she obviously didn't realize she had her voice back. And probably wouldn't for that matter. But he watched as she ripped the needle out of her arm and watched as the blood hit the floor lightly. She obviously had no patience, but he would wait, wait for something to happen. Then she looked at him and he saw it. She wasn't going to give up, and that's when he knew that he had to break her. She thought that she could survive this place? How could she get out when there were guards at every entrance, guards in the hallways, all of the nurses wore the same thing, and all of the patience did too. So well guarded it would take a dragon to get this girl out of here. But he wasn't going to let her escape, not now, and not ever.

He pushed himself off the wall and watched her carefully, moving closer to her and then tilting his head to the side slightly, as though thinking. "I see..." He said suddenly, as though he had just learned a LOT in a few short minutes. He walked around the bed carefully, watching her from every angle. "Loved ones back home.. family members, weakened by giving your life force to your father.. I see.." He repeated and then stopped at the head of her bed, watching her carefully. He didn't move his wand for a long moment, until he lifted it, but only to tap it against his palm again, unsure of what to do to her. The blood coming out of her arm was all fine and well, but the inner madman in him wanted to see more, more and more.

"I think.. I shall loosen your tongue first.." He smiled and pushed the rack that had had the IV away, and it slid across the room where it hit the wall gently. He whistled and then stood there, waiting for a moment until there was a gentle scratching at the door, and he went to it, sliding his finger across the white surface, it slid open and a huge dog came in. More wolf like then doglike, it stared at Khaat with hungry, dark eyes. Fixed on the blood that was running down her arm. It stood against the wall and licked it's lips hungrily, it's eyes trained on Khaat. "Meet my friend." He said with a grin. "Hyde" He grinned and went over to Khaat, and sat next to her on her bed, kicking out with his foot, so that it hit her leg with each hit. He contemplated what he should do for a moment before smiling and looking at her carefully. "Crucio, I'm tired of the silence." He muttered with a grin.

She was a bit wary of the dog, but she just kept waiting. Didn't move. Didn't antagonize. And then he struck her with the crucio again. She crumpled on the bed, hearing a sound of a bit of a small pitiful cry. then it regisitered with her. The spell to take her voice had been reversed. She had sound again, words again. That was what he meant! He wanted to hear her misery. She used everything she had to suck up her pain as far as she could. She curled up as tightly as she could to try to minimize the pain. She refused to cry out any more than she could possibly help. And restraining it all inside caused her whole body to shake violently. It just wasn't going to take all that Khaat was trying to demand of it. She wasn't a superhero, but she sure was trying.

Muggles believed that a hostage needed to just go along with the hostage taker. She was utterly refusing. It was against every muggle rule there was. She was angry and frustrated with her own body that it just wasn't standing up to what it was being put through. The morning her father had been hurt, she would have been able to withstand this for far longer.

When the crucio wore off, she fell utterly limp again on the bed, now soaking wet with sweat, not to mention the blood that still ran from the IV. She was exhausted. She knew she could speak and there were a lot of things she wanted to say. Right now, though, she didn't see that any of the things she had in her mind would be helpful, thought. So she stayed silent again--for now.

Felix's eyebrows flicked up into his hairline and he watched her as she writhed on the bed, a soft sound escaping her lips, and he smiled. "Ah, so there is a voice." He grinned and watched as she shook violently on the bed, sweat pouring off her figure. "Oh, we can't have that now can we?" He said and smiled, pointing his wand at her again after the spell had worn off. "Aguamenti. Time to cool off a bit don't you think?" He asked grinning as icy cold water rushed across her heated skin. He let the spell last a bit before ending it and realizing the bed was now completely soaked. All the more misery for her.

He stood up and moved to the dog, gently stroking it's head as it growled low under it's breath, his eyes on Khaat. "Go on, take a lick, I can tell." Felix said smiling as the dog got up and moved to Khaat, his tongue moving up to make it's nose wet and then licked her bleeding arm, and instead of doing odd voodoo that would make the wound heal, it made it worse, made it look almost green and seemed to widen the cut. It looked at her and almost seemed to grin, before trotting back to Felix, who resumed his casual petting of him. He waited for her to calm down a bit, not wanting her to pass out again, not wanting her to have a moment of rest, now that he had started, he wasn't going to let up any time soon.

The icy water had been a cold blast, a shock. It had, in its own way numbed her a bit. She didn't know if it had hardened her or if she was just not caring at the moment about what he did to her. She sat motionless as the foul canine he had with him came over and infected the cut on her arm. Just what she needed, she sighed. Great. She laid on the soaking wet bed and as she shivered, waiting for whatever he would do to her next, her mind began to wander off due to her exhaustion.

Remus's voice seemed to come to her again. His coachings from long ago. If there was anyone who ever knew how to suffer horrible pain and endure it, it had been Remus. Part of her didn't want to think about him and how much she still missed him, how fresh the pain of losing him felt right at the moment. It was something she had never ever gotten past. Never.

Sometimes life moved on, like when she was with Brian and he made her world seem right. But when she was alone and it got dark and ugly, her heart ached for Remus. She refused to cry. She made herself remember his words. He coached her about taking advantage of resting while one could do it, even if it was just for a moment. He had told her exactly how to do it and precisely what to focus on. He had forced her to practice, even though she had thought it was dull and boring at the time. He told her that someday it would save her life. How had he known? Had he known years ago when she was small that he would have to prepare her for this moment?

He seemed to have drilled her enough, over and over, hard, like bootcamp, that he seemed to be able to reach across time and space to her again and again right when she needed him most. She closed her eyes. His face became so real to her, his reddish brown hair, his smile showed how much he loved every moment he breathed, his sound of his voice and his laugh that alway warmed her heart, that he felt for a moment like he was here again with her. She almost could smell that familiar old odd Turkish spiced aftershave he liked so well. The scent she had sometimes drunk in like water, and other times overlooked. It was there again in her senses. He seemed so heavy about her that she had not realized that a single tear of grief, again from his loss from her life, had escaped her and had dripped down to the pillow. And for a moment, she could almost feel his hand again on her hair, soothing her as he had done when she had had nothing more than a bad dream as a small child. A part of her reached out for whatever pieces of him she could feed on for the strength that they always brought.

Perhaps those pieces would be be useful now. Perhaps he would help her survive. She was making up her mind quickly that no matter what he did to her, she was going to do her level best to not speak or make any sound. She knew he would most likely take it as a challenge, but she did not intend on giving him any satisfaction whatsoever if she could help it.

Felix was getting annoyed with her now. She sat and shivered, and was boring in every way shape or form. They had given him permission to do whatever he wanted, except kill her of course, but right now, she wasn't giving him what he wanted, and it was slowly staring to piss Felix off. He growled under his breath and let his hand fall off of his dogs head. He strode over to Khaat and stared her in the eyes. Then grinned and slowly lifted his wand. He placed it very gently on her leg, and where his wand touched, a small cut appeared. A very controlled magic, he ran his wand over her leg, almost like a knife, cutting into her leg. "Let me hear a nice good scream darling, and I'll walk out of this room.." He grinned and pulled his wand away, looking at the cut with satisfaction. It almost seemed like he had made it oddly cut, and rough looking on purpose, less likely to heal without a scar anyway.

Smiling into her face, he lifted his wand and placed the tip of it just above her collar bone. "Come on sweet heart, don't make me let Hyde have a time with you, he won't be as nice as I am at all." He grinned and heard Hyde whimper behind him. He obviously was waiting for the command to attack, but was very good at keeping orders from Felix, lest he want a punishment. He smiled as the wand gently pushed a cut across her chest, and then moved back from her, pointing it at the cut and saying softly. "Crucio." He loved the smell of blood, the way it filled the room with a wonderful fragrance of pain and suffering. Especially when it was the blood of Khaat Lupin's. Everybody's favourite little hero. How he despised the people who pretended to be all wonderful and great, when really they were no different then anyone else. He poured his hate towards stupid, muggle loving, heroes into the crucio curse. He felt himself sneer as he watched her before flicking his wand back and releasing the spell.

She wanted to resist, and the crucios were getting stronger on her. She wasn't sure why. Flashbacks of uglier times were flooding her mind. And she saw brief flashes of the people she loved who had come to her rescue when she had needed them most. In those moments when she could not fight the world by herself. She wanted to do something. Anything. Something was starting to feel very, very different now, and she wasnt sure why.

She saw the blood, her blood, and she didn't feel anything. She just looked, blank. She looked at him, her mind just as blank. She felt almost nothing but a bit of curiosity now about all of it. Who was he? Why was he doing this? Why did he hate her? Did she know him from somewhere?

And then he struck her with the crucio again. Nothing but the slightest wimper escaped her lips. It wasn't that she didn't want to cry out. It was that the sound would not come. No sound. No matter what she wanted to cry out or say. She had seen him lift his enchantment that had bound her voice. So that was not the cause. but for some reason, nothing would happen. She was truly confused. Stunned, numb and blank.

Something seemed to be stirring inside her, and she threw herself, flung herself, really, at him. attempting to rip any piece of him off that she could get ahold of. It was the best she had left.

Felix watched her as she whimpered and stared at him. Nothing, only a small whimper here and there, and he could feel the hatred bubbling up inside of him. Stupid people like her, the ones who always got all of the attention, all of the glory. Whenever he had tried to be nice to someone, he was shot down, abused, told that he was stupid, pathetic, and didn't deserve to be like THEM! He had come to hate THEM, the heroes with their wonderful tales of winning against the person who was always bad. The person who was always HIM. He was the bad person, not because he chose to be, but because THEY had made him. And now, he felt sweet satisfaction, and also a fleeting stab of panic, as she flung herself at him, and he tumbled backwards.

He could feel her nails ripping into his skin, and he savored the feeling of the pain, realizing that he could very well let her kill him right now. Let her take over, let her win, and he wouldn't have to deal with the heroes anymore. He wouldn't have to deal with the people who were always right, the people who made his only escape from THEM, to come here.. here of all places. The place he hated to love. THEY had forced him here, and now SHE was attacking HIM for doing what her kind had taught him to do. They had shown him how to hate, they had shown him that he was dirt, and that he didn't matter at all. And now, she hated him, because she had made him. He was her worst fear, because he had hurt her, it could all be over in a few minutes.

But instead, Felix raised one hand, and snapped, and Hyde the Siberian Husky/Wolf, flung himself at the raging woman on top of Felix.

Khaat felt teeth ripping at her shoulder--the tearing of flesh, the crunching of bone. She heard the vicious growling the dog made, and she felt, for some reason, no fear whatsoever. She didn't know why. Any other time, being mauled by a vicious dog would have terrorized anyone in their right mind. Was that it? Was she no longer right? She turned and began to swing at the dog like he was a mere annoyance, something to take her rage out on. Well, in truth, the werewolf she'd grown up with was far more terrible, so perhaps in some way she wondered if she were beating the daylights out of the curse that had, ultimately, in a round about way, been responsible for her beloved Uncle Remus's death. But now, some great rage had been unleashed, and she heard, after a moment or two, the beast wimper. She' figured she'd caused it some sort of pain. She could hear the sound of blood dripping onto the white tile floor. Just a steady drip, drip, drip. She had no idea who's it was.

She was not able to stifle the rage she felt. She turned the same viciousness on her captor now. She was intent on spending her last spark of life energy if that was what it took to annihilate her captor. She began beating him with as much strength as she had. When it combined with her rage, it was not as small as it might have been if she had merely been fighting him off.

He had no idea what he had tapped into. He might have had some reason of his own that made him feel entitled to keep her against her will and cause her pain, and she figured most of it was money in a Gringotts account. But what she felt had not one thing to do with a single sickle anywhere. Her rage came from hideous things in her past that she had never been able to heal. Things this foul man knew nothing about. For some reason, he had tapped into the core of it all, and she was rebelling with every spark of life she had left. She saw herself, almost from a removed vantage point outside of herself, just hitting him over and over and over now. But was she really hitting him, or was she just wishing she could? Had she ever really hit him at all or just simply wanted to? She wasn't sure. Had her mind finally snapped, or was it some odd part of her seer's abilities working overtime when she needed them the least?

Felix saw Hyde recoil from a hit he had received from her, and he felt his whole body flare up in anger. People could hit him, people could beat him up, throw torturous curses at him, do whatever they liked, but Felix only had one thing in his life, and that was Hyde, no one.. NO ONE hurt Hyde. Felix whipped out his wand and pointed it at the enraged woman who had turned back to him. He flew to his feet, and kicked at her side angrily. Hyde was against the wall, liking at a hurt foot, that she must have hit hard, and it looked like it might be broken. Blind rage ran through his body, as he stood over her, his wand pointed at her form on the ground.

"I could kill you right now wench.. I could kill you right now, I could make you totally lose your mind. We've finally caught your father love. We've caught him, and there isn't a thing you can do to make us let him go! We'll torture you in front of his eyes, and then watch as your torturous mind attacks HIM, because you will hate him Khaat Lupin, you will HATE the man who put you in this position. I will make sure you do! CRUCIO! " Felix had lied in his anger, had lied about having caught her father, but hey, if it caused her that much more pain, then all the power to him.

Cutting off the curse, he stared down at her and swung his foot again. "You don't hear him scream at night Khaat Lupin, you don't hear him scream in pain as I torture him even worse then I'm torturing you, he WISHES he were dead, yes, and knowing you are here with us, that just brings us all the more delight. Sometimes even my boss tortures him, shows him the bloody pictures we've caught of you, shown him what you look like in this pitiful room with no escape. He is dying Khaat, and there isn't a goddamn thing you can do about it." He growled and pointed his wand at her again. "Crucio!"