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Years spent in psychology 101 in college, brought up to mind a fact that a lot of people weren't knowledgeable about.
Humans adapted
They weren't one dimensional beings that would continue to follow a pattern and stick with it regardless of the better alternatives. No. They were multifaceted beings that could come to their own conclusions and realize limitations. That was the basis of human evolution- adaptability.
Emotions, a direct result of adaptability took many forms; the love that grows in our heart in order to further mate, produce offspring and ensure continuation of our species.The anger that rises when we try an approach and it doesn't work, urges us to seek better alternatives and finding a method in other to gain the best possible outcome. That same anger that reminds you the need to eliminate a threat. It shows up in the increased rush of adrenaline coursing through a person's veins, a boost we've adapted in order to kill and avoid being killed.
However, this anger can prove to be a detriment, a tool not properly used and so a person becomes like a bull chasing a red flag.
Spanish bullfighting, Corrida de toros, it was called.
Antonin Dolohov, the man that cast the Cruciatus curse on me was the bull and I was the red flag.
Another unpopularly known fact is that it isn't actually the color red that enraged the bull.A bull's vision is very similar to the vision of a human with red-cone color blindness, known as protanopia. To them, a red cape looks yellowish-gray. It is the threatening, waving motion of the matador's red cape that enrages a bull, and not the color.
The same way it did not matter to Antonin that I was not my father. He did not care. He just wanted my death.
I guess his anger was a bit justified. My father was one of those smart enough to escape the aftermath of Voldemort's death. Cowardly of him, but smart. He was a cunning man who had narrowly escaped the repercussions of Voldemort's death.
The family vaults had a lot to do with that.The Malfoys were very wealthy you see. It was a fact, just like the fact the sky was blue. Everyone knew that. My family was one of the reasons Voldemort was very successful in his war effort. A lot of money was funneled into the war. It was easy to keep wizards and dark creatures on payrolls and maintain the logistics of his army when the Malfoys just kept paying for everything, well other families were a part too but majorly the Malfoys.
They were considered favored in the ranks of the death eaters. They made sure the men were in high spirits, with the theatrics and grand gestures required for being the Dark Lord's favored. Voldemort would come back from raids with his army, captured women on one hand and with a loud voice, he would bellow "Give us a party, Malfoy!" and the Manor would have a grand night.
That was how the Dark Lord was according to Father; powerful, strong like a force of nature , and charismatic in how he would appeal to the hearts of the Old families and be the voice for them as he fought the war for purity of magical blood. The black family in particular loved him. Walburga Black in particular. He was like the son she always wanted. Once he had her favor, it was easy for the other families to fall in line.
The Dolohovs was one such family. Antonin Dolohov was considered a powerful wizard among the death eater ranks.He fought in the First Wizarding War, during where he tortured many Muggles, and wizards and witches who were not supporters of the Dark Lord. He had earned his place within the ranks of the deatheaters Along with four other Death Eaters, he participated in the murders of Fabian and Gideon Prewett. Dolohov loved violence for the fun of it but the dark lord kept him leashed.
Now he was here, mouth positively frothing with hunger for what his feeble mind construed as revenge.All these however didn't change the fact that he was going to die.
I walked forward, taking a step through the gap in the wall. I could easily feel the difference the extra AGI made in my movements as I stalked forward, my coordination had certainly improved and I felt faster. The tremors in my hand had stopped and I could hold my wand steadily again. Like Antonin, I was angry. I had been attacked and tortured for reasons beyond my control. Anger wasn't cutting it, I was livid. However, unlike Antonin, my anger had been channeled and my mind, sharpened with the intent to commit murder, I walked back the way I came.
I had just gotten back to the landing when I saw a wand peaking forward green light flashing on its tip. I had already spun out of the way, brandishing my wand. Ice coalesced in the air, forming long spears and they shot towards them fast, only to burst in steam as the wand owner conjured a wall of heat.
The steam billowed outwards towards me and I let out a burst of wind from my wand, pushing it back. He hurriedly banished the steam. I could see his face now. It was Antonin. His accomplice stepped out and fired a spell that I narrowly ducked. The spell slammed into the wall behind me, melting a large part of the stone into lava. Sensing an opportunity, I ripped the lava from the wall behind me and launched it towards them, Antonin blocked with a blue shield while his accomplice apparated and I was thrown off guard a bit.
This was jarring because to my resonance sensing, his apparition seemed like space had been torn apart and there was a clash of frequencies. It was vaguely disorienting. He reappeared a little ways behind me, wand glowing. I was already moving, my sensing warning me. Apparition was very striking but that made it obvious when it was used around me.
Now I had Antonin in front of me and his accomplice behind; they were trying to box me in; the fools.
I swept my wand in a tight circle, conjuring a thick block of fence in front that I reinforced . I wheeled around, seeing the accomplice still in the motion of casting, an elaborate motion with his wrist and arm casting a sickly yellow looking spell that I duck underneath. Behind me, I could hear the sound of spell fire raining down on the reinforced wall. I needed to finish this duel fast. I slashed my wand towards the stairs, slamming a burst of magic into it, and in response, the metal railing came to life and seperate into three different metal whips controlled by me. I directed them to swipe his legs from under him and he is swept off his feet, wand landing at a distance. He immediately scrambles to get it back, crawling on his belly. I drag him back with the metal whips and with a gesture, pierce his skull with them. All these took no more than a few seconds.
One down.
Now for Antonin, by now my reinforced fence had almost crumbled and I could see his face through the cracks in the wall, mouth snarled and positively frothing. I gave it a running start and at the last step, jumped and appeared behind him in explosion of air.
Space magic: Apparition unlocked
It was easy to perform after I had sensed it in action. Already Antonin was casting as he whirled around, I ducked, dodging the bright orange flame sent my way by rolling forward, and kicking his knee out. I followed that up with a petrificus totalus and he fell backwards like a log of wood.
No, that wouldn't do.
Stalking forward, I stepped on his wand, snapping it in half and raised two pillars from the ground. Lifting him up, I encased his two arms in the holes I made within the concrete and then tightened the holes. Basically he was kneeling, with his two hands splayed out beside him bound in concrete. He was still petrified, his eyeballs tracking my movements as I came up behind him
.
I conjured an axe, tested its sharpness by running a finger across its blade. It had made a cut.
Good
With the axe, I made a large cut along his spine and pulled the skin apart. I started with the trapezius muscle, hacking and hacking until it came apart, the levator scapulae next and finally the latissimus dorsi. Finally I got at his ribs.
He was still alive. I made sure not to get at any major arteries. Under the petrifying charm, he couldn't even move a muscle or a finger. He was just there feeling every bit of what I was doing to him.
I then laid cuts along the ribs to spread them outward, then I pulled his lungs out.
A pity
Leaning forward, I looked at his eyes and saw he had passed sometime as I was pulling his lungs out.
I was interested in finishing my work here however as I finished pulling his lungs out spreading it out like a bird's wings. I then vanished all the blood from my hands and body, walked around the body and left.
Where did mother say they were again?