Chapter 24.- Dog

                                    

                                          
TW!! : Blood, Gore, Graphic depictions of violence and torture. (If you do not wish to read that, skip till after the first cut ---)

Flashback
1891. Eiger, Switzerland. 
A decaying wooden cabin lit only by candlelight in the other side of the mountain, near a muggle town.
Did he really believe he could travel far enough? 
Concealed by the shadows of the night and the winter storm, he approached the window. Leaving no footprints in the snow.
The wood creaked, putrid with the pass of time. V sniffed, only a rotten smell of humidity and mold filled his nostrils. 
He carefully surveyed the inside, no sign of wards, traps. Nothing but a speck of a trace of magic. An attempt to disguise themselves as muggles. But it was all in vain. 
A hand gesture and the two figures standing inside were constricted, without chance to even reach for the other. 
Had he acted out of habit, they would already be dead. But N's orders were specific, as always. 
A loud thump resounded in his ears as both bodies collapsed against the hard floor. The shorter, smaller figure sank into herself, giving up. While the broader figure struggled the most. 
The man looked up, gazing at the cloaked figure, his identity concealed between shadows and dark cloth.  
"Let us go... Please!"  He twisted and turned, attempting to soften his binds "She doesn't have no one!" The guttural sound that escaped from his throat echoed in the room. V had heard it many times, The sound of fear and desperation. The sound of someone who knows its options have all but ran out. "Wipe my mind, wipe hers. We will disappear, N will not hear about us, we won't be found, never" He gasped, almost out of air. "Please"
V stood quiet for a moment. The man's crazed eyes desperately seeking for a daze of compassion, a glimpse of guilt, of hope... But in V, he would find none. There was nothing in his mind, not even cruelty or sweet pleasure. Only obedience.
V's fingertips slowly reached the edge of the cloth covering his face. With one step forward, the light grazed his sharp features, revealing his identity.
"I already found you."  V's steady words floated in the air. 
As realization of the futility of his attempt downed on him, his body went limp. There was no escape. 
"Will it be merciful?" Acceptance. 
"For the child" His tone remained even. Unchanged.
"Good" The man nodded. Facing the inevitable. 
V turned slightly towards the child's frame. Her face seemed one of calm, but her small hands trembled with fear. 
Obedience.
"Avada Kedavra" 
Magical researchers believed that for a wizard to cast a dark spell, He must be able gather some type of hate in his heart. That the spell must be cast with the intent of harming the target. 
Not true. 
The words roamed V's mind, as the girl's eyes clearer than crystal mirrored the green light of the spell. Feeling nothing. 
Only, perhaps, the hollow of where something is supposed to be, but it isn't. 
The sound of apparition filled the cabin. The man's whole body started shaking with fear at the sight of N. 
"Good job, as always, V." N praised him. But V didn't do his bidding for praise or favor. He only did what he was told to. 
N walked past V, kneeling in front of the deserter.