Just a note; This is a first draft and in this case not where the story starts but just where I wanted to start writing, this is the first Death Eater encounter, where they thought they were just out to kill a couple muggles and a mudblood for sport. Thankfully Mr. Riley believes in being well prepared and has at this point made a few friends in the wizarding world, including a certain eccentric headmaster and a couple of very creative and very dangerous Goblins who have little love for wizards, and even less for Death Eaters.
His entire world was pain, but that was okay, Cameron Riley was no stranger to pain. Ten years in the Special Air Service had seen to it, and if not that then losing his wife two years ago had definitely made him and agony old buddies. The important part was that his mind was still his own. The very important part was they thought it wasn't, they called themselves Death Eaters but he knew better, They were bullies and fanatics, arrogant and full of pride, and as everyone knows, pride comes before the fall. The big one they called Shmitt was still talking.
"Now muggle filth, watch as we hunt down and execute your precious little mudblood princess." He nodded to the other three and they left the room to search but the big dumb bastard just kept going, "you filth think you can just come into our world and usurp our heritage and we will do nothing? My blood goes back centuries, my ancestors were some of Slytherin's first pupils and you think - " He turned back around just in time to see the Glock 9mm come level with his face, then his head exploded.
"I think you talk too much, and now your blood goes all the way back to the bookshelf at the end of the room." Thank God for the Goblins, those crafty little buggers have more gadgets than Special Projects Division, and for fairer price too. Who would have guessed that they had a way to resist the Imperious curse? Certainly none of the wizards he'd met... maybe Dumbledore, but he plays it pretty close to the vest. He could hear a commotion down the hall as the other three rushed back to the front parlor where he had been. Riley however had begun to move the second he pulled the trigger, but not before leaving a present for them by Shmitt's suddenly much more pleasant to be around body.
Desdemona Blackburn stormed into the room she had just heard an explosion in, only to stop with shock to see Avery Shmitt's headless corpse lying on the floor. "What sorcery is this?" She demanded to an empty room "How did this come to pass!?" A crackle of static drew her attention to a small black box on the ground beside his body, the other two gathered around as the strange box began to speak.
"It's not sorcery, it's called tech-nol-o-gy. And if you ignorant fucks weren't so busy inbreeding and beating off about how much better you are than us muggles this wouldn't be such a surprise."
The way he spoke set off every alarm possible in her mind. "Protego Totalu-"
The claymores detonated. Stevens and Nigel both disintegrated, the only thing that saved Desdemona from annihilation was dumb luck, her barely completed shield spell would not have kept her from the full fiery wrath of that room but she was standing almost atop of one of the mines, the blast wave hit her shield and flung her clear before the shrapnel and fire could wear it down. She was still charred, scarred, and wounded, but she was alive.
Well I wouldn't want to live long term in a house wired with eight separate explosive kill-zones, but it does have its uses. Cameron Riley thought to himself as he made his way to the panic room in the basement where his daughter had holed up. He could already hear sirens in the distance and he didn't want to be here when they showed up.
Well that's it for tonight, a little short I know, but I promise much more to come. Leave a comment as to which of the three you like so far and why, or why not, just follow the golden rule, constructive criticism is always appreciated; trolling, bitching and general douche baggery is not.
Thanks
Captain Maximus.
Desdemona Blackburn stormed into the room she had just heard an explosion in, only to stop with shock to see Avery Shmitt's headless corpse lying on the floor. "What sorcery is this?" She demanded to an empty room "How did this come to pass!?" A crackle of static drew her attention to a small black box on the ground beside his body, the other two gathered around as the strange box began to speak.
"It's not sorcery, it's called tech-nol-o-gy. And if you ignorant fucks weren't so busy inbreeding and beating off about how much better you are than us muggles this wouldn't be such a surprise."
The way he spoke set off every alarm possible in her mind. "Protego Totalu-"
The claymores detonated. Stevens and Nigel both disintegrated, the only thing that saved Desdemona from annihilation was dumb luck, her barely completed shield spell would not have kept her from the full fiery wrath of that room but she was standing almost atop of one of the mines, the blast wave hit her shield and flung her clear before the shrapnel and fire could wear it down. She was still charred, scarred, and wounded, but she was alive.
Well I wouldn't want to live long term in a house wired with eight separate explosive kill-zones, but it does have its uses. Cameron Riley thought to himself as he made his way to the panic room in the basement where his daughter had holed up. He could already hear sirens in the distance and he didn't want to be here when they showed up.
Well that's it for tonight, a little short I know, but I promise much more to come. Leave a comment as to which of the three you like so far and why, or why not, just follow the golden rule, constructive criticism is always appreciated; trolling, bitching and general douche baggery is not.
Thanks
Captain Maximus.
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