Post by mandy on Dec 27, 2010 9:54:47 GMT -8
Of all the things that were weakened by torture and being chained to the wall, only one thing remained firmly entrenched. If her obedience was an ingrained trait, then Mandy's reaction to the order was the Burke's last laugh from the grave.
She looked directly at Trevor, as ordered.
Her immediate response was a pulling sensation in the back of her mind, and then the cell and Williams were gone. She was back in Texas, five years old and running amok on the five acres her parents owned. She was seven, and watching her father study demolitions manuals. She was eleven and buying suplies for school. Twelve and learning Parsletongue. Seventeen and in jail. Twenty five and getting tortured. Twenty seven and battling death eaters in front of a quidditch shop.
Memories flowed around her in a disjointed blur, and began melding from one to another. A trip to an aquarium resulted in the sensation of flying sharks overseeing the raid on the Order safe house. Her conversations with Casey were now deep in a kelp forest. The cell she was currently in was lined with crabs and filled with jellyfish.
At this point, Hermes stepped forward and changed everything. The broken, disorderly, and uncontrolled flow of memories and emotion shifted into a room. Circular in form, the room was paneled in dark wood and filled with books. Sitting on the dark red carpet was an equally dark red couch. The back was to Trevor's perspective, and a flaming red head of hair indicated that someone was sitting on the couch. The figure stood and turned.
To call her clothing Grecian would have been the best description, but the details were slightly off of authentic. The girl's red hair was waist length and held back with a gold headband that was patterned with two entwined snakes. Indeed, the glitter of gold all down her arms indicated two armlets of entwined serpents. This was Hermes. She stared derisively at Trevor with black eyes. No iris, no pupil, no whites. Just black, cold, and inhuman.
She spoke in parseltongue. An almost immediate translation echoed from the walls, making her voice seem doubled.
"You should not be here. No, don't look around. I'm talking to you, Williams. Go too deep in the digging? Her mind is like that...you think its solid ground, and then you realize its more like quicksand..."
She was still shorter than him, but she approached with no fear. She stood less than a foot from him and cocked her face at him inquisitively.
"So now you may have guessed why Teague said there were two of us...Ever do Legillimancy on someone with dissociative identity disorder before?"
She looked directly at Trevor, as ordered.
Her immediate response was a pulling sensation in the back of her mind, and then the cell and Williams were gone. She was back in Texas, five years old and running amok on the five acres her parents owned. She was seven, and watching her father study demolitions manuals. She was eleven and buying suplies for school. Twelve and learning Parsletongue. Seventeen and in jail. Twenty five and getting tortured. Twenty seven and battling death eaters in front of a quidditch shop.
Memories flowed around her in a disjointed blur, and began melding from one to another. A trip to an aquarium resulted in the sensation of flying sharks overseeing the raid on the Order safe house. Her conversations with Casey were now deep in a kelp forest. The cell she was currently in was lined with crabs and filled with jellyfish.
At this point, Hermes stepped forward and changed everything. The broken, disorderly, and uncontrolled flow of memories and emotion shifted into a room. Circular in form, the room was paneled in dark wood and filled with books. Sitting on the dark red carpet was an equally dark red couch. The back was to Trevor's perspective, and a flaming red head of hair indicated that someone was sitting on the couch. The figure stood and turned.
To call her clothing Grecian would have been the best description, but the details were slightly off of authentic. The girl's red hair was waist length and held back with a gold headband that was patterned with two entwined snakes. Indeed, the glitter of gold all down her arms indicated two armlets of entwined serpents. This was Hermes. She stared derisively at Trevor with black eyes. No iris, no pupil, no whites. Just black, cold, and inhuman.
She spoke in parseltongue. An almost immediate translation echoed from the walls, making her voice seem doubled.
"You should not be here. No, don't look around. I'm talking to you, Williams. Go too deep in the digging? Her mind is like that...you think its solid ground, and then you realize its more like quicksand..."
She was still shorter than him, but she approached with no fear. She stood less than a foot from him and cocked her face at him inquisitively.
"So now you may have guessed why Teague said there were two of us...Ever do Legillimancy on someone with dissociative identity disorder before?"