Barker extreme

"You know I won't eat," She snapped at Barker. "Give it to the child." She wanted to go over and throw the plate in his face, but she stayed frozen in the back of the cell, unmoving. What she really wanted to do, for some reason, just was not going to happen. She looked and noticed the new cell. God, he was making a freaking collection. Just what he needed. She wondered who was coming next. Wait...a new cell? That didn't make sense...unless...

Her mind was still amazingly sharp, she was surprised to find. If it had been another woman, he'd have simply either shoved her into this cell, or enlarged this one before adding her. No. A new cell entirely. This new resident was going to be a male. That was out of his normal pattern too. Was this a good thing or a bad thing? She wasn't sure. What the hell was he up to?

"Oh Kitty, I only hurt you when you don't do as I say.. and you aren't eating.. I guess I'll just have to be not nice to you.." he said lightly and pointed his wand at her. "Get up.. and walk over here, yes, I want you to walk, I know your feet hurt, and if you don't walk, I'll make you, so better do it now.. before I lose my patience." He said a forced smile on his face. He didn't feel like carrying her into the room again. For her to see the new blood on the floor, and to see Elijah Krum, who was currently chained to the wall in view of Khaat's new holding spot, which was against the opposite wall. "Come on Kitty Khaat." He said lightly, his voice now strained. "I'll feed you when we get into the cell.." He said and then groaned. He'd have to take her into the cell by force. Ah well. "Stupify." he said losing his patience quickly, not wanting to bother with her right now.

He went into the cell, picked up Khaat, and then carried her to the room, where he propped her up against the wall, locking her into place, and standing so that Elijah wasn't in view of her quite yet. "Enneverate." He said gently, pointing his wand at her, and then at Elijah, who woke up at the same time from his stupified slumber. "Good morning children." he said lightly, and moved out of the way of the two of them so that they could see each other. "Welcome to my home.." He said and stood away from the two of them, so that they could realize the situation they were in for a moment.

Khaat woke, slower this time. There wasn't as much of her left today as there had been. She opened her eyes, and she found it took her a moment to focus. She looked and saw that she was chained to the wall. And chained to the wall with her was none other than Elijah.

"You bastard!" she raged, struggling against the chains with all she had. She had every intent of tearing Barker apart. "You've got my son!! They aren't even going to find a little puddle of you when I finish with you! I'll kill you with my bare hands!"

Barker had made a serious misstep. If he thought for one moment that she would not kill him, he was sadly mistaken. Eli would quite realize that. Eli knew all too well there was a side of Khaat that had changed, that was extremely capable of murder now. Eli would not laugh this off nearly as quickly as she already knew Barker would. Barker could not help himself. His ego got in the way. However, Khaat had in fact seen a vision of Barker behind bars. And once a wizard was there, no one ever thought about him again. Who was there to stop her from murdering him? Her father, no. Wasn't going to happen. Jen or Rob? Hell, they'd be there to help. No, Barker's time was limited now. And this virtually sealed it, as far as Khaat was concerned.

Somewhere in the back of his head where the bloke was unscrewing the screws (that would be him) there was the kink that blew everything out of proportion and turned everything into innuendos. He was working on the other side of the box Elijah was trapped in and he was having a whale of a time, giggling to himself and wondering just what would happen in Barker’s bedroom. The more rational side of his personality was interested in what would unfold too. He knew his body was in a hell of a lot of pain and the little bloke on the other side of the walls wasn’t happy. Neither were the various interpretations of Elijah’s personality and they’d all picked up a screwdriver.

The sex fiend and the scholar weren’t working so well together. Somehow the sex fiend had got it into his head that he wanted to bed himself, or the scholar version of himself, and was now pursuing him. The child that had been left when Alice died was sobbing in the corner of the box, being comforted by the fatherly side. Now, the brains of the operation, Elijah’s intelligence, was watching this unfold and was really beginning to understand them, or, rather, himself. It was bedlam and the sex fiend was really beginning to grope the scholar. There would be a fight in a minute, intelligence was sure of that. The rage that was in the other corner beating the living daylights out of their box was getting angrier by the second. Intelligence really didn’t understand how Elijah dealt with all of these parts of his personality.

“Oh! We’ve got something!”

Oh good god, the neurotic one was shouting, again. There was a loud bang and Intelligence turned around to see Rage take out one wall of their cage with Brute Force flanking him. They’d destroyed one panel of the back which was pretty useless but all of the parts of his personality felt one thing come back into their control, his voice. Intelligence jumped to his feet and clapped his hands together, elated that the idiots were actually doing something useful. He kicked Sex Fiend roughly and glared at the pouting version of Elijah. He pointed to the other side of the room where neurotic was and begrudgingly, sex fiend made his way over there.

“Well done boys but we’ve got a few more to go!” Intelligence shouted.

Everyone went back to work immediately but it didn’t last long. There was a bright flash and the inhabitants of the box grabbed hold of each other in an attempt to stay standing. Intelligence was hauled back onto his feet by Ignorance and he looked up to see the light however dim it was. He was awake again, the body was awake again. Now they had something. They had Elijah’s voice. Intelligence shouted across the room, calling for Wit and Sarcasm. The body was beaten and blooded but the mind was sharp and it was gaining back what it had been robbed of.

“Perhaps we’ll get him to Crucio Elijah,” Greed said from beside Intelligence. Intelligence pursed his lips and hit Greed around the head with the spanner he had although why he had it he wasn’t entirely sure. “It was a suggestion!” He defended himself.

Intelligence narrowed his eyes at the pathetic excuse for a part of Elijah’s personality. It was a midget, barely anything. Selfishness was bigger than greed was. Greed had no standing. “Go back to where you came from, Greed, and get back to work. I want this thing operational.” He ordered. Greed scuttled away and Intelligence looked up. “Wit, Sarcasm...you better do what you do best or I swear-”

The two cut him off with, “Aye-Aye Captain!” and two salutes. Intelligence smiled and looked through the eyes of his body. He stared at Barker from within Elijah’s mind. This man would die even if it was the last thing Intelligence ever ensured.

“Why Barker!” Wit’s speech left Elijah’s mouth and curiously enough that mouth contorted into a smirk. “How I’ve missed you, sweetheart! If you undo my belt then you can finish what you started can’t you? You’ve left me in a sticky situation, lover, and I so desperately want you...I need you.”

That wasn’t strictly true but if Sex Fiend was anything to show for then Elijah was as horny as a dog after a poodle on heat. His voice was oozing with Sarcasm, something Wit’s twin supplied, yet it was wanton at the same time, as if Arousal was hanging about tampering with something. Intelligence crossed his arms over his chest. He needed them to work harder. He needed them to bait Barker and keep the arrogant arse talking. Arrogance...that was it.

“Arrogance! Here now!”

The large version of Elijah’s personality, one that was easily three times the size of a rugby player, got up and jogged over to intelligence. He was about to give intelligence an order when Khaat spoke. Wit and Sarcasm stopped conversing and the whole team stopped working and looked up through Elijah’s eyes to look at the screaming woman that had just called him her son. Even the sobbing, child-version of Elijah was staring up in awe.

“Well shit,” someone spoke up, probably Profanity, from the back, “What do we do now?”

Then, there was bedlam. Everyone was panicking, either crying or running around bumping into each other. Intelligence and Scholar were stood there completely dumbstruck. Intelligence brought his fingers to his mouth and whistled loudly. The personalities stopped what they were doing and turned to look at their leader. Wit and Sarcasm sniffled at the same time and Intelligence looked at Arrogance who’d decided in his infinite wisdom to pass out during their moment of panic.

“I’VE GOT A MOTHER!” Elijah’s abandoned child version screamed his words across the room and he was promptly hit around the back of the head by Brute Force. The boy turned slightly, his eyes rolling back into his head before he fell onto the floor. B!tch, who had remained calm throughout their panic snorted and muttered “Good riddance.”

“It’s okay Khaat,” Elijah spoke and Intelligence turned to find out who had decided to speak. Provoke and Soothe had. “There’s nothing that dirty bastard can do to hurt me. He is a half-blood after all.” Oh no, that was Blood-Snob wherever the bloody hell he was. “He’s half the wizard you and I are...”

“We’re dead!” Neurotic wailed. “We’re deader than that guy that fell off his broom when he got hit by a Bludger in 2010!” Intelligence rolled his eyes, that guy happened to be their sperm donor.

Felix watched as Khaat went on a rampage, and the small part of Krum's sanity spoke, trying to insult him. Felix stood there for a moment, smiling at his two captives. "I'm sorry Kitty, but I don't see you in the position to tear me to shred with your bare hands.." he said glancing over at Elijah. "Now, remember how you wouldn't eat breakfast this morning?" He asked, holding up his wand, and pointing it at Elijah. "Now.. you want to see him tortured, or do you want to eat?" He asked lightly. "Elijah doesn't seem to be thinking very well right now.." He said lightly, moving over to him and putting his hand under his chin, looking into his eyes for a moment. "Not much there, but when has there ever been much there? I mean really, when I picked up this guy, he was smooching on two women, and I thought he was still with that chick he knocked up.."

Felix shrugged and looked at Khaat, going over to her this time. "Want some breakfast luv?" he asked holding a piece of toast under her nose. He leaned against the wall next to Khaat, and pointed his wand at Elijah. "Crucio." he said simply, pouring hate for them both into the curse, so that it would really hurt. He hadn't tortured Khaat yet, but he would get to that, this would be enough for now he though, a completely unhindered view of her 'son' being tortured right in front of her. "Scream Elijah, scream for your... mama." he said with a laugh that was so chilling it made his own spine tingle.

Logic flooded from somewhere back into Khaat's mind when she saw the cruciatus striking Eli. A maternal instinct, combined with the instinct of a warrior. She wanted Eli to survive, even if she did not. And she was plotting on how to do it.

"Lots of big talk from a little boy," she snarled at Barker. "For a man that can't get any female but a little girl to pay any attention to him. You must be pretty bad in the, shall we say, charm department? Otherwise you'd have a real woman. What's the matter, Barker, never had the chance to get it past the hickey stage? You do realize the list of charges I hae against you is only getting longer all the time? And I do intend to prosecute you on every single one.

"Felix," she called in an evil little whisper to get his attention, "I will kill you. You've made a very serious mistake by bringing my son here. You have no idea what you have done. Prosecution will be the only form of mercy you ever, ever get out of me. I'm not bothered by murder anymore. My next target is you, and I'll get you when you least expect it. Hell, I might even put that little girl of yours out of her misery. What do you think? Would you both like to share the same matchbox? How about that?"

There was something chilling about Barker. He wasn’t nearly as scary as Jenifer could be and he wasn’t nearly as disturbing as Rob when he started talking about the Liquid Cruciatus that was one-hundred times stronger than the spell itself. Potioneer idly wondered if Barker had picked up anything but he doubted it. Rob never let them sell after testing. They were too violent. If they fell into the wrong hands then the Ministry would be too easy to wipe out. The chills Barker gave off were making Kink and Arousal go nuts. Sex Fiend, however, was rather subdued, preferring to make gooey eyes at Scholar from across the room.

It was all too pretty for Morbid’s liking. He and b!tch were lingering in the shadows, waiting for everything to go tits up. When it did, Intelligence would only have himself to blame. Morbid reached down and laced his fingers with b!tch. He was worried, yes, and they shared a bond, a much closer one than that twat and his buddy that thought they could provoke Barker. Clearly that was going to backfire.

Intelligence watched Barker warily. Why didn’t Khaat comply? Why!? “Scholar...” He said absently. “Where’s Masochistic?”

Then, it hit them. The Cruciatus took Elijah quicker than any of the personalities expected and as it did so another one of the walls came down. In confusion they didn’t recognise what had been restored, if anything and they scrambled around to find Masochistic.

“Will someone please tear this sodding half-blood’s bollocks off!?” Blood-Snob shouted.

Then, the screaming began. Morbid clutched b!tch to him and he watched as Masochistic came into the ring of people that had control of Elijah’s voice. Then, the two personalities felt it, as did everyone else. That’s what they had back, feeling. Their screams mingled with the ones that were already leaving the mouths of the personalities and one loud, guttural scream left Elijah’s mouth. Masochistic gripped intelligences arm and squeezed, laughing as the pain washed through him.

Tears blurred the vision and it moved upwards. The person on the other side was reacting to the pain also; apparently he’d gotten the start of the curse. Elijah was pulling at the chains on the wall, or at least his body was, and Intelligence clutched his wrists, feeling the shackles rub painfully against them. They were too tight, much too tight. But Morbid, he was loving it.

“Woo!” His voice left Elijah’s mouth. It was gruff from the scream and the eyes widened, the tears disappearing. “Do it again! Again, again!”

Intelligence pushed Masochistic out of the way. He could get involved when they were being faced with spells. Movie Buff bounced in front of Intelligence and grinned at his superior before opening his mouth and taking Elijah’s voice. “His ego is like this big and his equipment is like this big!” He repeated the words that were familiar to all of them and Arrogance pushed him out of the way. “Relax Khaat. He’s just jealous. I was ‘smooching’ too women and if your words are anything to go by, his got a child in his bed? Bravo man. Are your balls smaller than I originally thought? Can I do you a favour just so I can see?”

The vision blurred slightly as Elijah batted his eyelashes. Intelligence smiled. Kink couldn’t resist speaking next. The man on the other side that had control of the rest turned Elijah around in his chains so he was looking at Barker upside down. “C’mon...Feeelixx...” the purr left Elijah’s mouth. “I’ll be your male escort...I’ll be really, really good...” His eyelashes were batted once again and Intelligence kicked Kink back to where he’d come from. Elijah’s body was moved back around so it was situated properly and Intelligence decided he was going to take helm.

“So who was the ring for?” Intelligence asked through Elijah, gaining nods of approval from some of the more inquisitive parts of his personality. Neurotic cut him off here, “Not the little girl that Khaat mentioned? Darling, I’m insulted. You wouldn’t leave me for a whore would you? Why would you do that!? I love you! I promise! I do, I do, I do, I do!” Neurotic was grabbed from behind by Brute Force and was quickly bound and gagged by Ignorance. They were in trouble. As far as the grown-ups were now concerned, Elijah had lost his mind. That was true in retrospect but there were just so overexcited parts of his personality getting to speak. “Do tell...” Intelligence continued. Gossip decided to speak here. “We’re dying to listen.”

Felix wasn't at all concerned about these two trying to kill him. The kid was overexcited, it was easy to tell from the tent in his pants, he was obviously not in control of his own body, and Felix felt as though he couldn't stop laughing, though he kept it to a smirk as he watched the kid fight with himself. They kept insulting his ability to get a woman, as though that were going to hurt him. Felix felt his eyebrows fly into his hairline as he turned to stare at Khaat. "Oh Kitty? You aren't bothered by murder anymore." He said lightly, going over to Elijah and patting him on the head. "So you wouldn't mind if I killed him right now? He's annoying me with his insane rattling, and nonsense questions.. I bet it would do BOTH of us a favor, actually the WORLD a favor to get Elijah Krum off the face of the planet.." He said holding up his wand to Elijah's throat. "What do you say doll?" He asked watching Khaat carefully. "Will the Kitty eat? Or will Elijah die? Because obviously you don't care weather or not he does.." He said with a shrug.

Felix moved away from Elijah for a moment, then pointed his wand at him and removed whatever traces the Imperius curse had left on him. He hadn't realized it was still in effect, but he had a feeling it might have been still. Maybe that was what was driving the kid insane, he wasn't sure, but it was almost scary the sounds coming out of his mouth, and the different personalities they all seemed to have. "Krum..." He said shaking his head. "The horny little manwhore... I've heard ALL about you.. you disgrace Slytherins, but most of all, you disgrace that little girl you loved when you were a kid." He said moving closer to Elijah again. "What was her name? Alice right?" He asked with a grin. "Oh, I know all about Alice luv, that muggle attack, it wasn't actually a muggle attack kid." he said glancing over at Khaat as though waiting for her to try and stop him from talking to Elijah.

"Insane is so much better then dead in my opinion.." He said absentmindedly. "But my friends just wouldn't let me torture her more.. more then we did anyway.. She did magic, and that was the perfect excuse to torture her out of her mind, and then kill her, with you there... but then, of course we wiped your memory, and made it all seem like it was just an innocent muggle killing of a little girl who was different." He said smiling. "I mean really, how old was she again? I can't even remember it was a while ago.. but that was why I was sent to Azkaban the first time." he said with a bark of laughter. "As you can tell, that place doesn't help ya much.." He said with a snarl towards Khaat. "Kitty is trying to make it more homey I heard, isn't that great Elijah?" He said and then looked at him carefully.

"But more recent then Alice..." He said and pulled out that same dagger he had used on Khaat the day earlier. "What about that chick Chase of yours? I heard you got her good and knocked up, then cheated on her and she left you? Does that make you feel manly then? You go after chicks, They get up the duff, and then they dump you.." He said with a cold laugh. He looked over at Khaat and smiled, as he very slowly pushed the dagger into the same spot it had been in Khaat the day before. Very slowly he eased the tip through Elijah's shirt, then through the first layer of skin, before it slid in like a sheath into his side, not hitting anything important, but causing a lot of pain in the process.

Khaat yawned with boredom. "You're a one trick pony, Barker," she said in a sleepy voice. "You do the same things over and over. You do realize that Eli's brain has shut down. He's not hearing you anymore. You can use him for target practice all you want, and it isn't going to make any difference. His body will respond, but his mind won't register it. It really is a waste of your time. This isn't even a matter of his lights being on. The lights are off and everybody in there is running around in the dark.

"If you were a healer, you'd get that. Actually, I'm quite glad for it. He's so far out of your clutches, you'll never reach him. There isn't anything you can do to him right now to bring that back," she laughed, completely pleased with the fact that Eli had checked out of his brain for a bit. At this point, it was a win/win. She was getting to rest, and Eli wasn't aware enough to know what the heck was going on.

It was strange having bits of your personality torn away from the main piece of fabric. Elijah’s mind was being riddled, turned into absolutely nothing as the personalities ran around in his head and he could hear the banging now. Intelligence hadn’t bargained on it being him on the other side of the walls had it? Everything Felix said before he released Elijah from the Imperius was slightly muddled and it didn’t make sense in his own head. When the Imperius was taken off of him, everything was sucked back in and it made Elijah feel nauseous. That feeling soon past as he regained control of his own body.

He’d not banked on being aroused, however. He hung there gasping and panting for the breath he’d had but hadn’t appreciated and thought desperately of his mother, in particular his mother naked. That took care of that problem. Those jeans were expensive; he couldn’t afford to make a mess. Plus, he didn’t want to give Felix the satisfaction. His reaction, he was putting down to something somewhere fantasising about something.

Elijah could feel everything pounding down on him. He could feel the organs inside of him, the bones and the blood but more specifically he could feel his own weight bearing down on him. He knew he wasn’t light but it wasn’t fat for goodness sake. Quidditch toned every part of his body from head to toe but he had his weight and to have to hold that after mental and physical absence was more excruciating that the little bit of the Cruciatus that he’d felt. He couldn’t hold his own weight. His muscles felt like goo and he could feel the bones in his wrists giving way.

Of course like all great villains who met their eventual demise, Felix needed his own monologue. This began and it hit a nerve, one that Elijah could feel well enough. He lifted his head and glared at Felix. “What are you getting at?” He demanded his voice still hollow from the scream. The Cruciatus had caused him to sweat as his body attempted to combat the spell. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his face and his neck and no amount of jerking his head would get it off. “Oh just cut to the chase you stupid prick. I haven’t got all day.” Elijah snapped.

Alice. He was saying he killed her. That he and his bastard friends killed her. Elijah didn’t believe it. No. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. For someone so proficient in memory charms (those being probably the only ones he could do) would he not know that he’d been Obliviated. Wait no, he knew he hadn’t. If he closed his eyes he could still feel the death grip on his arms, the way it felt to feel his arms bruise as he pulled against the man holding him back in an attempt to get to Alice. Felix hadn’t been there. No way. He remembered everything about that night. Bits were vague now and he’d locked many parts away so he didn’t have to relive it himself but he heard her screams, he felt the grip on his arms. He remembered holding her in his arms, feeling the blood, her blood, stain his clothes.

And now that bastard wanted to take credit for killing her. No chance. He’d kill him just like he’d killed them. He’d kill Barker for even suggesting he’d done it, for even making light of it.

“She was eight-years-old you sick f*ck!” Elijah shouted, pulling back and throwing himself forward in an attempt to get to Felix. He didn’t get that far, obviously, as the chains restricted him. Elijah gasped and closed his eyes. Her screams filled his ears and he opened his eyes with a start. A tear fell from his eyelashes and dripped onto the floor. Elijah bit down hard on his lip and screwed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to hear this anymore. He wanted to go back to being abstract. “I hate you...” He whispered, his voice breaking. They were little words; nothing as far as Felix was concerned.

“You leave ...Chase alone,” Elijah’s voice took a tone of coldness and he lifted his head to look at Felix. “You can’t have her. You want someone then you can have me. Take me, have your fun. I’ll stay alive and sane for as long as you want me. You’re not to touch her, though. You touch Chase...” Elijah smirked. “And you die.” It was as simple as that. “I didn’t cheat on her...” He growled to himself, as if he felt he needed to prove it to himself. He didn’t. He loved her. He still did. It was safe to say that in that little thumping organ there was a bigger piece missing than there was before.