- - - Hurricane* [Jaedyn/Seyton]

[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

all of this... all of the torture and the pain and the mental anguish, hatred between family members, and taunting... all because of one girl. one seventeen year old girl. how? why? in a normal family, if a father didn't approve of the boy, or girl, that their child set their eyes on he might just ignore the relationship. he might make his disapproval obvious, tell his son or daughter exactly what he thought of their partner and why, perhaps he might even go as far as forbidding the two to see each other anymore, but ultimately the best way most parents saw to make a situation disappear was to ignore it. after all, teenagers were teenagers. anyone with common sense could see that, in ninety percent of all situations, teenage relationships did not last. the teenagers in question would still be in the processes of discovering themselves, let alone trying to figure out who the other person was. if a parent gave some time to their child, they might not have to worry about any unwanted relationship because that relationship would have taken its course in time.

in the greyback, family, though, apparently the immediate reaction to an unwanted relationship was to try to kill the girlfriend. how had fenrir expected him to act? sit back and enjoy the show? cheer his father on from the sidelines? in those days seyton had loved his father, yes, but not as much as he once had. as he grew older he'd begun to notice things, actions of fenrir's, ideas, blatant cruelty that unnerved him. angel had been the final straw in a slowly unwinding relationship between the father and son, in seyton's opinion. maybe that had been part of the reason why fenrir had snapped, losing control over his son... or it could have just been his ancient blood purist ways that still made seyton feel sick to his stomach. fenrir's ideas of things were set back in the stone age, it was time for him to join the twenty-first century.

of course, such issues and thoughts were the last thing on seyton's mind at the moment. the curse was lasting much longer this time than before, he was dimly aware of that through a haze in his mind and the screaming protests of every nerve in his body. somehow he was still keeping silent, teeth pressed so tightly together that he could actually be damaging them. he could not allow fenrir the pleasure of hearing how the curse affected him. it was obvious enough in the nurse's body language, but he felt that a scream might be more satisfactory to the alpha werewolf. his eyes were clenched shutly together, making him blind to everything around him, as though that might help dull the burning pain, but of course it didn't.

the one thing that closing his eyes did succeed in was not at all beneficial to the eldest greyback son. he couldn't see his father raise his hand, he couldn't steady himself against what was certainly going to be more pain than possibly imaginable. he was dimly aware of his father's voice speaking up, but couldn't make out the word he uttered. he felt the effects, though. the strength of the spell and the pain it brought didn't just double. it didn't just triple. it felt four or five times as strong, and no one should blame the nurse for losing his control. in fact, he should be commended for holding on to it for a full ten seconds, though perhaps that was just the time taken for the pain to set in, before an agonized scream spilled from his and his arms buckled underneath him, sending the nurse to the ground, writhing in pain from the double curse.

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[FENRIR FARKAS GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 482 The Tagged: seyton and jaedyn The Notes n/a Casting any unforgivable curse was like breathing to him, he didnt have to think, he just acted. He probably could have used his wandless ability for it as well, but his wand needed a good workout, it had been too long since he had commanded an unforgivable from it. But it obeyed with no hesitation like the good wand it was. It was made for the dark arts; there was no doubt about it. The question was, how long would Seyton fight against the curse, how long would it take for him to break down and scream. Not like anyone but him and Jaedyn would hear him, the people of Hogsmeade would be oblivious to the fact that someone was being tortured. Such a cruel charm was the silencing charm. Part of him hoped his son would live through this so he could tell him exactly what it was like with the double effect of the cruciatus curse upon him. He watched as his curse hit the boy and he expected the immediate reaction to be of a scream, but none came. He was beginning to think that Seyton had lost the ability to do so, when finally the scream pierced the somewhat silence, Fenrir was ecstatic. Finally he had made his son scream in agony after the agony he had caused the family. The werewolf watched as his own son's arms gave way, sending him sprawling over the ground. Now this was the exact reaction he wanted in the first place. He had to give Seyton credit though, he was tough, strong willed and resilient, but in the end, Fenrir always won, no matter the cost or how he did so. The werewolf ended his curse, allowing Jaedyn to carry on if he wished. He still needed the withering werewolf's mind to be crushed so that he could easily take control of it. He could already smell the blood from her, from Seyton's mudblood, he could already picture her blood spilling to the ground and he could picture his son delivering the final blow to her. Oh joy oh joy, he thought. But what would happen afterwards, would Seyton come back, realising he had killed the mudblood, beg for forgiveness, or would it drive him further away. Knowing the pest, it would drive him futher away, but he didnt care. Seyton could wallow in his own self pity. He would be the one to blame for Angel's death, maybe if he was lucky, he'd be sent to Azkaban, see how he liked living in a filthy place just like he had years ago, maybe it would make him change his mind about him. Well he honestly didnt care, the nurse could commit suicide for all he cared afterwards, but right now it was pleasure for him and Jaedyn. Another laugh tore through him. "Scream for me more," he antagonized his son. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[JAEDYN RAEDON LOPEZ]

to tell the truth, jaedyn was rather surprised when he saw the alpha werewolf raise his wand. not because he was actually using his wand (though it was a bit unusual when the man had such a powerful ability), and not because seyton was his son (if family didn't mean anything to seyton it shouldn't to fenrir), but because two spells on the nurse at one time, while undoubtedly very entertaining, was also very dangerous. dangerous to the point that he had to wonder, as he heard the alpha call out the curse to join his own, if seyton's heart would be able to take the abuse it was suffering. the cruciatus curse had driven frank and alice longbottom completely insane through torture, it was a tale jaedyn had heard many times through the years. they had been experienced aurors, seyton was just a pathetic little excuse for a man. frankly jaedyn thought that the longbottoms would have had a better chance of surviving the curse than seyton.

concerned? no, he certainly was not. his only worry was that if seyton kicked the bucket from the course of the two curses, their fun would be cut short, and what a shame that would be. he needn't have worried, though. it appeared that the nurse was just as tough as he was idiotic, he even managed to hold on to himself for a few seconds after fenrir cast the curse before letting out the most delightfully agonized scream jaedyn could imagine. a cruel grin crossed the werewolf's lips as the spectacle unfolded, fading away slightly when fenrir lowered his wand and the effects lessened. he kept that going for a few more seconds before he cut off his spell as well, giving the nurse a break from the torment until fenrir decided what he wanted to do next.

[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

pain was never good. people always found the worst stories in their own torment, whether it be a papercut or a bruise, and acted like they were dying when they barely had a sliver just because of the pain and how exaggerated it became in their mind. little kids, toddlers, could bump their knee against a staircase and cry for a half hour, wailing on the ground about their 'boo-boo' until their mother decided to 'kiss it better' just to stop their sorrows and give her own pounding headache a break. adults realized that the child's crying was oversized dramatics from a childish mind, but to the little kid the pain they were feeling, when combined with the shock of it, was exaggerated in such a way that they were sure they were going to pass on at any moment.

this, however... seyton wouldn't call it an exaggeration at all to say that it was the worst pain he could ever dream of experiencing. the cruciatus curse was forbidden because it was so powerful. because, even cast by one person, if used the correct way and for the right amount of time it could make someone go insane with the torture inflicted. it could do serious damage to a person's mind. the curse being cast twice at the same time by two different wizards... it was sensory overload. every nerve in his body screamed with pain, their anguish being channeled out by the screams on his lips. he was too numb to everything to even realize that the screams were his own, too far gone in pain to think straight at all. there could be nothing worse than this. death would almost be a blessing, or at the very least seyton mentally begged for unconsciousness. he could actually see the darkness begin to creep into his vision from the sides of his eyes, pushing inwards in an expanding mass of darkness...

and then something changed. the pain was still there, still agonizing, but it was lessened. the darkness receded, the nurse somehow clenched his mouth back together, cutting off his cries from the ears of the two men standing near. he still wasn't coherent enough to really think, though, his body more just acting off of instinct at the moment rather than his directions. and then, shortly after the lessening curse, it stopped all together. he was left on the ground on his side, hands clenched into fists so tight he couldn't actually unwind them (though aftereffects of the curse almost certainly caused that), his eyes actually watering from the pain, his throat raw from the screams that had flown from it... but the nurse was resilient. as his mind cleared he pushed himself up into a sitting position, and then somehow struggled to his feet, hands still in fists. it must have been a sudden burst of adrenaline, because all he really wanted to do right now was collapse again, to close his eyes and pass out... but adrenaline kept him awake and alert, aware that if he did fall unconscious it might be the last thing he ever did. his body still hurt, he was still panicked, he still didn't like his chances of getting away from this alive, but he was at least standing.

fenrir's laugh sent shivers up the nurse's spine, and he almost instinctively flinched at the sound. "scream for me more," seyton scowled, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. he could literally hear his heartbeat, pounding a mile a minute as he glared the alpha werewolf down, somehow finding the energy to speak. "go to hell."

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[FENRIR FARKAS GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 612 The Tagged: seyton and jaedyn The Notes n/a He wanted Seyton to scream until his throat was raw and that it bled, he wanted his son to taste his own blood, he wanted him to choke on it. He seemed to be on the brink of unconciousness when he ceased his own curse. He would not give his son that satisfaction, nor would be give him the satisfaction of a quick, almost painless death. Absolutely not, if he wanted to, he'd take Seyton, lock him up somewhere and constantly torture him til he was on the verge of unconsciousness everyday. It was a far better punishment for him than death. But as soon as he had stop his curse, the screams stopped and it was back to the stubborn, resilient Seyton they knew of. No, no, no that would simply not do, but he didnt raise his wand again. There was only so much torture that one could dish out in a short period of time and only so much one could take before passing out. How much longer could Seyton hold onto reality? How much longer would it take until they successfully drove him crazy like the Longbottoms. Ah he remembered them, remembered their son, a bumbling fool, from the second wizarding war. Neville had been lucky not to have been killed during that war, how he had managed to survive was still a mystery. Still it wasnt him that he wanted to think about, more his parents. He knew Bellatrix had tortured them along with her husband and a couple of others, but how long had it taken them to do so, how many curses were cast about the Longbottoms at the same time, were they are resilient as his son? So many questions that would never be answered. Bellatrix was too childish and in the end she got what she deserved. Jaedyn had stopped his curse as well allowing Seyton time to recover, to catch his breath and to more than likely fight them. He could just imagine how sore his throat was, but it wasnt enough. As tempting as it was to reach over and literally rip his throat in pieces, he still had tricks up his sleeve. Glancing at Jaedyn, he smirked before raising his wand back at his son. Would Seyton think more torture was coming? Would he brace himself for a third time? Well it woulod keep his son distracted. What he had in mind was not more torture, well perhaps you could call it torture but not of the kind they had just inflicted on him. Seyton's mind would be weak, it was the perfect oppoutinity for him. "go to hell." He laughed, his son still had the balls to speak. He hoped his throat hurt him, he hoped it was worse than having sandpaper rub against one another. "I am hell, sorry we ran out of shirts," he replied, his hand not wavering. Once he cast the spell he had in mind, would Jaedyn add his power to it as well. Perhaps he should attempt it first before getting Jaedyn to help him, he might not need the added power, but then this was Seyton that would be on the recieving end. The older werewolf took a deep breath, opened his mouth, ready to cast the spell. Although his mouth moved, no sound came out of it, instead he opted to cast the Imperius Curse on his son silently, hoping that his lip movement would distract his son long enough for the spell to take hold of his mind. The first task he would get his son to do would be to kill the mudblood he claimed to have loved. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

the secret side of me, i never let you see__ i keep it caged but i can't control it- -

seyton was a man who got little sleep. relaxing nights were pretty much nonexistant for him, there was always something or someone on his mind that brought nightmares and restless dreams to his nights that woke him and kept him away with monsters lurking in the corners of his mind. he'd learned to live off of little sleep because of it, the few hours he got each night or every couple of nights were something he'd adjusted to. a few hours of sleep now seemed to get him as rested as nine hours had ten years ago. he wasn't used to feeling tired these days. so being as drained of energy as he was when the two curses were released was more than unsettling. his mind felt fuzzy, his entire body heavy. the cold ground beneath his feet seemed to be as good as a cloud to him. it was so inviting to just collapse into it, close his eyes, let the darkness take over... wouldn't that be easier? so much easier than fighting, than more curses, than more pain... why should he care if it was letting fenrir and jaedyn win? it wouldn't concern him any more.

that was delusional thoughts polluting his brain. he forced them away, ignoring the way his head spun and with it the world around him was uneven. once he got out of here, as he was determined he would, he was going to go back to his room in the hospital wing and pass out. literally or figuratively as in 'falling asleep' he couldn't tell... it could very well be literally. he knew that adrenaline was keeping his heart pumping, every sense on high alert, but once that adrenaline wore of he'd be at the mercy of the pain inflicted on his body, and that had so far been a hell of a lot. when it came to finally catch up with him he was kind of screwed. all he had to do was hold out until he was alone, though... then again, with his wand still in his father's firm grip he was still clueless on how he was going to get out of here so that he could be alone.

"glad you're getting so much pleasure out of this," he hissed, throat dry. it might not be wise to antagonize the alpha werewolf at the moment, but antagonized or not fenrir was not going to be gentle with seyton, that was clear enough already. especially not with jaedyn around. god, the two of them were like twins, so alike in sadistic qualities and in their mercilessness... sey regretted now, more than ever, biting jaedyn as a boy. it hadn't really been his fault, he hadn't been in control of himself, but if the werewolf side of him was going to take him over to bite someone else couldn't it, or he, have at least killed jae so that he wouldn't be alike to torment other people? instead seyton had just created a monster.

"I am hell, sorry we ran out of shirts," the nurse didn't respond as another wave of dizziness hit him. maybe he should have just stayed on the ground so that he didn't have to worry about face planting on the earth. he tensed, eyes narrowed as his father's mouth moved again, expecting another bout of pain, but none came. in fact... he relaxed. suddenly the stress on his mind started to fade, the worries and paranoia and fear disappearing into a contentness, as though he'd just taken a sip of felix felicis to ease his mind. suddenly it seemed... right to follow fenrir. to do whatever the man wanted of him... it would take decisions away from his mind. such freedom from responsibilities... it'd be wonderful. but then there was a nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him what was really going on. he was being manipulated. these thoughts, these feelings, there were not his. he was an occlumens, he should be able to protect himself from this, but his mind was weak from the curses before... the nurse stumbled backwards as he tried to combat the unwanted thoughts and unwanted relaxation, knowing that he couldn't follow them, but it seemed to take all of his energy just to do so and open his lips, the words he finally spoke seeming to be coming from the end of a long tunnel... "get the fuck out of my mind!"

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[FENRIR FARKAS GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul The Words: 402 The Tagged: seyton and jaedyn The Notesn/a 8 years ago he had wanted to cause Seyton a whole world of pain and now he wished for nothing more than the boy to be wiped from the face of the earth. What had happened in said eight years that got them to this point was too complex for him to recall every single detail, all he remembered was Seyton, his once prized child had hurt and betrayed him. Now said child was on his hands and knees, in pain. It was his own damn fault; if he had not brought that mudblood into his house things would have been fine. He would have even accepted their relationship if Seyton promised to bite and turn his precious mudblood, things would have once again turned out differently. Seyton had caused the girl pain, had caused him pain, it was only right to get revenge on him. "glad you're getting so much pleasure out of this," Oh he was and he knew Jaedyn was too. So very alike the two were, it was a shame Jaedyn was not his legitimate child. He watched Seyton struggle to get up. The kid still had spirit in him, spirit could be broken. Fenrir believed his curse was working, he could feel it penetrate deeper into Seyton's mind and then he hit a barrier and then was almost thrown out of the kid's mind. Occlumency, he had come across it before. They were able to fend off the Imerpius Curse most of the time, but there were times that those that knew Occlumency succumb to the curse. He would have to try and try and try until he got past that barrier. And he knew just the time. Glancing up at Jaedyn, his mouth twisted into a sadistic smirk. "I think not Seyton, you will bow to me one way or another," he replied to his son, not taking his eyes of Jaedyn. He wanted the werewolf to cause pain, pain that would allow him to slip into Seyton's mind completely. Two different unforgivable curses, it was something once more he wanted to test. Seyton had already endured the same curse doubled, now lets see what he could endure with the two different ones. He gave a sharp nod to Jaedyn, ready for him to being the torture once more. He would cast the spell as soon as he was satisfied that Seyton was in enough pain. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[JAEDYN RAEDON LOPEZ]

jaedyn had no insight into what was going on in the alpha werewolf's mind, but that didn't bother him. he was trusted by fenrir, he knew, and he would trust the man with his life as well, which meant that he would definitely trust him with a worthless life like that of seyton greyback. whatever fenrir decided to do to his son jaedyn would trust his reasons and his actions, even if they ended up snuffing the life out of the useless pierce of trash before they could get the full extent of their fun. fenrir gave the guy life, he was entirely entitled to take it away after he did whatever he wanted to do with the waste of skin. jaedyn was just happy that he could help out however the man wanted him to so that he could be involved. true, seyton had given him a gift unintentionally by giving him the bite, but jaedyn didn't owe him any loyalty because of it. why be loyal to someone who hated what you were loyal to?

he watched the show with amusement, rather amazed that the nurse hadn't cracked under the pressure yet. maybe it'd be worth keeping him alive, locking him up in a basement or something of the sort just to torment him every day, make him beg for mercy... he caught the alpha's glance even as fenrir spoke to seyton, and instantly knew it's meeting. of course it would be his pleasure. crucio was a favourite curse of his. it truly displayed the power of a single word. reducing grown men to groaning, sometimes blubbering fools. it was only 'unforgivable' because most of the ministry were too weak to handle even one being placed on them themselves. seyton, though, could unfortunately handle it, which was a strength jaedyn would love to exploit to full pain. "give in, sey. it'll be so much easier on you. then again, even if you don't, it's more entertainment for us," he chuckled, raising his wand yet again. "crucio."

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