Monster

Parchment 40: Drawn In and Escape

"You know Draco, I never thought it would turn out like this.."

"Turn out like what?" her white hair gets moved to the side and there is a face peeled of skin, nothing but muscle is showing. Draco gulps in fear at this image. This isn't the picture he would want to have of Nebula.

"Like this, I gave part of me to you, so you could live..." slowly and surely her figure starts to disappear. He wraps his hands on her shoulders and holds the vanishing person ahead of him.

"But why.. You can't leave now.." A smile comes on her face, one single tears drops from her right eye.

"Because, I care for you more than anyone else in this whole world..." her energy gets soaked into his body, and it starts to glow..

Tears go down his face as he clutched his sides trying to imagine him embracing her one last time.

Draco awakens from his dream, sitting up he rests a hand on his forehead. He runs his free limb over his eyes and notices the wet tear stains that are left. He was actually crying.

"Well, that's the first time another male has dreamed about my daughter.." Draco jumps in his bed, Mr. Quest emerges from the shadows, his skull shining in the moon light coming from the open window.

"Now, why were you dreaming about her? Why Draco?"

This is what my mother was warning me about...

"I don't know, sir." he finishes. Mr. Quest lets out a crazy laugh and stares at him with big, red eyes.

"Oh I know exaaaaactly what that dream meant." He says with a smile growing on his lips. "You love her. You love my daughter. You love my worthless, pointless, and useless daughter." Draco clenches his teeth, trying not to give in to the words that were spoken.

"No I don't."

"Oooooh, denying it are we.. Well, let me see.." From underneath his cloak a small ball is in his hands. "Do you want to know where she is? Do you want her to be safe? Do you want her to live?"

Draco's heart pounds at the questions, mentally he answered all yes but if he lets him know, she would be his greatest weakness.

"Oh your face, your face reads yes, oh your eyes, they just have this emotion that's so strong! Ooo! Please say it!" Draco lets out a held breathe and answers.

"Yes." then Mr. Quest comes up to him and holds the ball before him. He stares, the mist and fog slowly subsiding. A faint picture, a broken down house with one light on. It leads him inside that light and there on the rack type object is Nebula. Sweat and blood mixed together, cuts and bruises covering her once flawless body. The white skin comes to his view, a wand in hand and his mouth moves, the corps moving slightly by the spell.

The faint words come from the white figures mouth.

"Will you give in.."

The bleeding corps opens their trembling mouth and quietly replies.

"No."

The house begins to go clear, Draco clings on to the ball like a mad man, wanting to know more about her whereabouts.

"Now, tomorrow we will begin.." Mr. Quest glides back into the shadows of Draco's room and disappears. He is left alone with only one thing in his mind. Nebula was in pain, and she was with Voldemort. And he was going to kill her, very slowly..

Getting up from his bed bitter tears form in his eyes.

I just accepted something that will change my life forever, and those around me. I am no long Draco Malfoy. I am a Death Eater. I am no longer a son of Lucius. I am no longer able to protect Nebula. I am no longer able to see her. I am no longer able to show my true emotions to her. I am no longer myself.

My world is changing because of one choice, one that I was forced to make. One I didn't want to do.

To become a Death Eater.

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"WHY WON'T SHE GIVE IN!"

"I don't know sir.."

"I'VE TRIED EVERYTHING WITHOUT FULLY KILLING HER!" Voldemort screams pacing back and forth. I hang off the vertical platform with the chains keeping me secure on the wooden board. He's been raging and acting like a maniac for, well, a very long time. I don't know how long specifically, but an extensive amount of time.

It's quite pointless if you ask me.

But then again, I'm broken in almost anyway possible and it's hard to put someone like me back together again. Guess things will never be the same after I leave this place, if I ever do..

"Nebula, you need to accept the masters offer-"

"Yeah, bloody hell no." I reply straightforward, there's no way I'm going to join him or his little minions. Then he clenches his teeth and walks away, leaving me alone (Voldemort left due to a childish temper tantrum).

"Well, this is odd," I say looking around, my surroundings are just in an abandoned house, an old one too. "If I could be wrong a trapdoor may be near by.. Call it cliche or a good hunch. I think that's my best way out of this place.. But first I need my wand.." I eye around the whole area, thin and pointy object, no where to be found. "Well that's a disappointment."

I wander about my own body, how was it able to take in all of the pain and suffering, I guess it's the same as mental torture then. But that can be far worse.

The part reptile man is screaming or letting out loud sounds near by, well, someone isn't getting what they want. To my surprise I find the chains attached loosely, they will probably tighten them later on tonight. I guess this is my only chance to break out.

"Now to break a chain.. I need that giant green guys strength, he's a very odd and weird muggle..." I mumble to myself. I get an idea, it came from one of those master escape artists books I read when I was a child, it's the one where if you move your hand just right repeatedly then it will slip out. But that's normally with rope, I can try something new. 

I twist and turn my wrist around in very uncomfortable ways, earning groans and small yelps.

"Come on, just got to get this, ah!" I slide my one wrist free. "That was painful but worth it." I repeat what I did my first time, success again. Once free from those bonds I scan my hand over the room, I will find my wand and get out of here.

Running my hands over the desk where many torture tools were placed I dig my hand in a drawer and open it. My wand being on the very top, do all evil characters think through what they do?

Honestly.

I just wish I could have thought of this sooner.

With wand in hand I slide out that trap door, which is a board in the wall that's very well disguised, but the wind blowing through it was a huge give away.

And out of that house I go.

Though once I get out I take in the area surrounding the house. It's a house in the very middle of a dead forest, with barely any trees, and a dense fog that covers plenty of space.

"He's a snake inside his swamp.." I give my smart remark and go off.

But something tells me..that won't be the last time I meet him.