darkness settling in;; open to hallie's rescuers

[hallie beatrix cauldwell]

&I’m scared of being the only shadow I see along a wall
&I’m scared of the only heart beat I hear beating is my own
&I’m scared of being alone, I can’t seem to breathe

Slowly coming to her senses, Hallie felt an aching throb at the base of her skull. She groggily opened her eyes, to find herself lying down on her side in a dark room, the only light source coming from a window high up. She quickly scanned the room, and could immediately tell that she wasn’t in the Shrieking Shack anymore, as she was pretty certain the shack didn’t smell like grapes. In fact, Hallie had no idea where she was. She tried sitting up, but that simple task was hard enough, because she still wasn’t fully functioning. Not to mention the fact that her hands and feet were bound together, and there was a gag in her mouth. Terrified, Hallie tried to recall the events that happened since she was knocked out cold. All she could remember was that she rushed into the Shrieking Shack, to find Jordan for her big surprise, and ended up getting hit on the back of the head. Anything after that was a blur to Hallie.

The tears slowly fell down the side of Hallie’s nose, and onto her cheek. She couldn’t help but think that she was going to die sometime that night. It was inevitable really, or so she believed, and Hallie had so much to live for. Attempting to get the attention of someone, Hallie tried screaming at the top of her lungs. While much of it was blocked by the gag in her mouth, she was still able to catch the attention of her kidnappers, as one of them opened the door. Hey kid. Shut the fuck up. Blinded by the sudden burst of light, Hallie immediately cut off her voice. She didn’t know who these people were, nor did she know what they were capable of. And obviously, Hallie wanted to eventually walk out of this room alive, so it would be best for her to comply with the wishes of her attacker. She lifted her head, and tried to make out the details of the room. From what she could see, there was a ladder over in the corner leading to the door her attacker opened, and a small window high up on the wall. Whatever light was coming in was almost immediately swallowed up by the darkness of the room.

The pull of the rope on Hallie’s wrist was starting to cut off her circulation, probably because she was tightening the knot every time she moved. Hallie felt the floor behind her to see if there was anything that would help to loosen the rope. Unfortunately her fingers caught nothing but air, until Hallie touched something cold and skinny sticking out from the floor. Curious, she flipped over to investigate more, and much to her relief, Hallie came across a sharp nail. She placed her bound hands on either side of the nail, and continuously tugged the rope across the sharp edge of the nail, stopping every so often when she heard the clarity of a male’s voice through the floorboards above her. Hallie continued this motion for several long minutes, until her hands were eventually free from each other. Almost immediately, Hallie reached up to grab the gag that had been choking her since she first woke up.

Gasping in a few short breaths, Hallie felt like she couldn’t get enough air in. As she pushed herself up, so that she was sitting rather than lying on her side, the panic quietly invaded Hallie’s entire body. Hyperventilating, Hallie reached down to free her legs. However, her hands touched the cool metal, and she knew there was no way for her to escape by herself. Wrapping her arms around herself, as the room was damp and cold, Hallie was at a loss for what to do. She obviously couldn’t scream for help, because she didn’t want her attackers to see that she freed her hands. Merlin only knew what they would do to a disobedient child. Hallie felt alone. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know where the others were, if they were even still alive. And she didn’t know if anyone was out there looking for her. Or if they even knew she was missing.

Out of nowhere, her pocket started violently shaking, and the first that came to Hallie’s mind was that it was a muggle bomb. It was a muggle bomb, and she was seconds away from dying. However, after a few moments of silently praying, Hallie opened her eyes to see her pocket flashing too. Relieved, she quickly pulled out her iPhone, which had an alarm reminding her to water the plants in her Herbology class. Hallie almost didn’t think of it twice, until she caught glimpse of the connection bars in the top left corner. She only had one bar of service, and yet that was all she needed. Quickly typing up a message, Hallie sent it to the first person she could think of: Lysander. She didn’t know what made her think of the boy, as she wasn’t entirely close to him. But Hallie knew Lysander was intelligent, and without a doubt, he would know what to do. Or at least he would be able to find her. She didn’t care, as long as she knew help was on the way.

However, after the conversation she had with Lysander, in which they got nowhere, Hallie gave up all hopes of ever seeing the sunlight again. She fell on to her back, and put her hands over her face, hoping then when she opened her eyes, she would be back at Hogwarts. More specifically, she’d be in her bed, crying over some petty little mistake, and not the fact that she could die any minute now. Funny, it seemed like having sex and breaking up with Braden were lifetimes away. In fact, Hallie could pretty much guarantee that she would take the impurities of her body over her given situation any day. Sighing, Hallie uncovered her eyes and stared at the ceiling, feeling the tears run off her head. Attempting to calm her racing heart, Hallie hummed her favorite lullaby. But her voice was shaking, and it didn’t help to calm her nerves.

Hallie saw a flashing by her knees, and wondered who was messaging her now. When she saw that it was Emily, offering the services of a superhero, Hallie knew they were going in the right direction. Emily would get some help, they would come rescue her, and Hallie would be able to go home and say everything she’s ever held in to her family and her ex. Quite honestly, if Hallie were to get out of the situation, she would definitely try to live a life free of regrets and disappointments, and do things that satisfied her. With the belief that Emily was going to be Hallie’s hero, the girl slowly felt the effects of the last few hours as it took a toll on her strength. Black spots danced at the edge of Hallie’s vision as the girl struggled to keep her eyes opened. Going to sleep meant closing her eyes, and Hallie didn’t want to do that. As much as she felt alone in the depths of the darkness, Hallie was certain that she didn’t want a miss a thing. She wanted to face her attackers if they decided to murder her. However, the ever growing need to sleep was pulling Hallie under, and she told herself that she would only close her eyes for a couple of minutes.

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notes;; sorry it’s so long. I just wanted to thoroughly set up what was happening to Hallie. The next one will be shorter.
tags;; Hallie’s rescuers
outfitt;; casual clothes
words;; 1253
lyrics;; scared of lonely-beyonce

[roxanne]

Scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel.

Roxanne didn't even have time to look in the mirror at herself before she left. She just knew that she had blonde hair, dark wash jeans, and a black tshirt. She knew she had to be in something comfortable. Everyone was really on edge in the Room of Requirement. You could tell they were all afraid and just wanted to find their fellow schoolmates. Roxanne had the hope of maybe uncovering what happened to her uncle as well. Maybe she could get a guard to tell her what happened to him if she tortured them. In all honesty, Roxanne may have seemed like she was calm and collected, she totally wasn't. She really didn't know what she was doing. But for some reason, all of the ideas she had so far were working. Maybe all of those heroic stories from the war with Voldemort had really paid off. Hopefully, they would live to tell the tale as well. She was hoping everyone who had left already were okay. Pretty much as soon as Roxanne had told Albus that Erinn was one who was kidnapped, he had been one of the first ones gone. She couldn't help but be proud of him, yet hoped he wouldn't do something stupid. Felix simply just kind of stormed out after Roxanne had dyed his hair. They were headed towards the Shrieking Shack, which if they were not there anymore, then they may find some clues as to where they were. After that, she was thinking they could go towards the old warehouses. She really had no idea where they'd find them. She slung her black hoodie on, and took a look at her lighter make up. She really felt like she looked weird. Like.... Dominique almost. Though, she couldn't get her skin to be that light.

She stuck her wand into her hoody pocket and kept her hands around it, just in case she needed to use it. She felt safer knowing Thayne was there, though part of her felt guilty for bringing him into this mess. Felix may not trust him, but she did and she didn't know why. And she had no doubt that she trusted him. Already, he was a big help. He had blockaded the Slytherin doors for them. Thank you... again for helping us. You're a good friend. She said simply. She figured that tonight was the night to talk openly.

Its was fairly late, so the streets of Hogsmeade weren't really busy at all. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. As they neared the Shrieking Shack, she shivered a bit. She knew the stories that it was haunted wasn't true. Everyone by now knew that. It was a popular place for werewolves, however. And the look of it still creeped her out. Plus, it was really cold. She walked up towards the run down house and pushed the door open. It creaked and she stepped into it, hoping to find anything. Anything at all to give them proof that they had been there. And where they could've gone. As she peered around, she noticed that it seemed someone had been there recently. She looked down on the ground and noticed a red spot. Blood. She said. Hoping they weren't too late.

[hallie beatrix cauldwell]

&I’m scared of being the only shadow I see along a wall
&I’m scared of the only heart beat I hear beating is my own
&I’m scared of being alone, I can’t seem to breathe

She was lost in a beautiful meadow, unable to find the exit that would lead her back to people. She was dreadfully alone, and no matter how much, or for how long, she screamed, no one came running for her. She laid down in the grass, soaking up the warmth of sun’s rays, but was slightly disappointed that no one noticed she was gone. Maybe they did, and they were just giving her some space. She quite liked it, the silence. Except it was never really silent, as she was surrounded by birds chirping and the wind brushing sweet lyrics against her face. In an instant, everything turned sour. The meadow no longer seemed peaceful, as a violent thunderstorm came rolling in. The rain clouds dumped so much water on her that it was practically flooded in a few moments. This wasn’t a normal storm. It seemed almost as if nature was angry, like it was deeply hurting.

Thrashing around, attempting to keep her head above the white rapids now churning in the once peaceful meadow, Hallie regained consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, and the warmth of the sun rays was quickly swallowed up by the cold, dark room Hallie had been in for the last few hours, or the last few days, she couldn’t tell. However, there was a new addition to the room. One of her kidnappers was standing over her, with her iPhone in his hand. Sending out messages are we? Naughty, naughty girl. Hallie winced at the knives in his voice, wondering what he was going to do with her. However, he didn’t give her a moment to ponder this before he grabbed her under the armpit and forced her to stand. She watched as he smashed her iPhone under his boots, destroying any chance of Lysander using a tracking spell to find her. Visibly shaken, Hallie scurried as far away from the cruel man as her shackles would let her. Which, to be honest, wasn’t very far. The man just laughed, which frightened Hallie.

Allowing her eyes to seize up her attacker, Hallie saw the scars running down his face, and she wondered how he got them. W-w-what are you going to do to me? In a quick second, so fast that Hallie couldn’t fully register what was going on, the male grabbed her wrist. This. Pulling out his wand, the man traces her veins with the tip, taunting her a bit. She struggled to get away from him, but his grip only became tighter on her wrist. Now, now little Cauldwell. I have a present for you. You wouldn’t be so rude as to not accept my generous thoughts. He flicked his wrist, dragging his wand over her skin in the form of a small DS, clearly signifying the Death Squadron. Hallie screamed and doubled over, as the pain was excruciating. It literally felt like someone was ripping her skin open, and multiplying it by a thousand. Through the sobs now violently shaking her body, Hallie addressed the man. Please. Stop. She begged of him.

Satisfied with his work, the man moved on to cutting her arms and face up. Screaming, Hallie could feel her strength weakening. She squeezed her eyes, hoping to every god imaginable that this was simply a very realistic dream. It wasn’t though, and she knew that. P-please. Just let me go. The pain hurt so much that Hallie couldn’t even get her words out. She looked desperately at the man, hoping that he would see she was pretty much close to death. Ah, see. I can’t do that. The girl who set this all up wanted you to suffer. The other girls were just icing on the cake. But you, Cauldwell, you’re the reason everyone is where they are. She let his words sink in for a moment. Was she really the reason why Shiloh and Gabby were being held hostage, possibly already dead? Yes, because if it wasn’t for her sulking around for the last week, then they wouldn’t have gone to the Shrieking Shack. With her kidnapper still gripping her wrists, Hallie did the first thing she thought of; she spit in his face.

Letting go of her wrist, the man reached up to wipe the spit off his face. He smiled, a devilish gleam in his eye. Big, big mistake. Releasing her other wrist, the man connected his hand with Hallie’s face with such a brute force, she believed that was it. She crashed to the floor, landing on her shoulder hard, wincing in a pain so intense, she thought her jaw was broken. Gently, she touched the side that he hit, and could already feel the swelling. With every ounce of energy left in her body, Hallie crawled over to the corner and heaved up everything left in her stomach from the last thing she ate, but mostly it was just water. She wiped her mouth, and she slumped against the wall, pulling her knees to her chest. Her throat was parched, her face was swollen, her eyes were puffy, her head was bleeding, her arms were cut up, her shoulder was bruised badly, and her wrist was now sporting a permanent DS tattoo. And on top of everything else, Hallie felt immense guilt because she knew this was all her fault. She only wished that the other girls were okay.

The man walked towards Hallie, with her own wand pointed at her face. She believed he was going in for the kill, and Hallie was devastated. She certainly didn’t want to die by way of her own wand. Before the man could carry out whatever action he had in store for her, the door opened, illuminating the room with a blinding white light. Although Hallie closed her eyes, as she had been sitting in the dark for so long she forgot what light looked like, she screamed. If it was someone here to rescue her, she wanted it to be known that she was here. Shut the fuck up. Gosh, kids are so annoying. Jason, I just got a message from boss man saying we need to feed her. The male who came in sounded much nicer, although she could only see his silhouette, but Hallie still stopped when he told her too. Hallie looked over at her attacker, Jason, who had a look of disgust about his face. Fine. But Klayton owes me a week of vacation for babysitting a dumbass kid. She watched as Jason climbed up the ladder and left her, once again the dark.

Unable to hear the footsteps above her anymore, Hallie allowed the hot tears to freely flow onto her face. With the little light coming into the room, she inspected herself over. Her arms were a mess, and it hurt to lift her right arm. Cradling her sprained shoulder, Hallie looked around the room, searching for anything to get her out of this place. Obviously, no one was coming to get her, so she needed to do it herself. At that moment, the door opened once more, and Hallie looked reluctantly to see if it was someone of interest. This time the person was a girl, who looked slightly timid, carrying a bowl and a glass. She climbed down the ladder and placed the items in front of Hallie without saying anything. Hallie looked to see a glass of water and a bowl full of oatmeal. Hesitant, she drank all of the water in three long gulps, and brought to spoon up to her mouth. She didn’t realize have starved she was, because she didn’t exactly have a sense of time, but she just couldn’t bring herself to eat the blub sitting in front of her. Not to mention, she didn’t know if it was poisoned.

Holding her glass out to the girl, Hallie motioned that she wanted more, unable to get the words out. The girl shook her head. I’m sorry, Hallie. I can’t give you more. Hallie nodded her head, understanding that a hostage situation wasn’t supposed to be comfortable. She really didn’t want the girl to leave, because it was the best treatment Hallie had received since coming to the cellar that Emily believed she was in. Before the girl left, she gently stroked Hallie’s very messy hair. She gave Hallie a brief smile, and climbed back up the ladder, leaving the brunette alone once more. With her iPhone in pieces, Hallie couldn’t message anyone to check the progress of her search, nor could Lysander track her either. Once again, the desire for the other girls to be okay, or at least receiving a better treatment than her, crossed Hallie’s mind. If she ever got out of there, she’d have to apologize profusely, but could she even say anything to make this better? Hopefully her friends didn’t hate her.

Crumpling to the floor, Hallie thought of everything she wanted to do when she got out of there. First, she would tell all three of her sisters how much she absolutely loved them. Then she would try to loosen up more, and not always focus on academics, because life was too short not to have fun. While all this planning did help to keep her mind off of the given situation, it also kept emphasizing the point that she was indeed in this situation. She played with the dirt on the floor, drawing little patterns to keep her mind preoccupied. But all of the sketches ended up portraying something about the kidnapping, or something bad in general. Wiping away the last picture, Hallie laid on her back, wincing when she knocked her shoulder hard on the ground. If you’re out there, please hurry up. They’re going to kill me. I know it. She sighed, and just accepted the fact that no one was looking for her, and there was a very real chance that she was not going to walk out of this room alive. In all honesty, Hallie was giving up.

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notes;; I lied.
tags;; Hallie’s rescuers
outfit;; casual clothes
words;; 1667
lyrics;; scared of lonely-beyonce

[landon]

Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper then they seem
You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them be

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Though Thayne wasn't sure how he felt about splitting up, given the circumstances, he wasn't too opposed to being paired up with Roxanne. Generally, he liked being around her. He didn't know her particularly well, but he knew her enough to know that she would make for a good partner while out on the search. If anything, he at least was glad to know that he was with someone that didn't think he was some sort of crazy traitor that was hellbent on ruining their plans. He was used to not being completely trusted, but it still kind of sucked and he genuinely hoped that this would help make people realize that he wasn't his family. He was his own person and he was going to do whatever he could to prove that to the rest of them.

Watching as one by one people took off in their own directions to take care of whatever business they were off to, Thayne held back until Roxanne was ready to leave. Following out after her, Thayne kept as quiet as possible, not wanting to get them caught or anything like that. The last thing they needed was to be picked up by a professor and taken back to their dormitories. It was generally quiet throughout Hogsmeade as they were walking around, so when Roxanne started to speak, it took Thayne rather by surprise. "Oh, well, of course. Just doing my part to help is all," Thayne replied with a sheepish nod. He didn't think he was doing anything particularly outstanding, since it was just something he felt that he should be doing. After all, if their own classmates were missing, it only seemed right that they should be trying to do something about it.

Walking alongside Roxanne, Thayne had his wand out, ready for whatever might happen. He wasn't sure how dangerous it would be out there, so he wasn't going to let his guard down or take any chances. Not to mention, they were approaching the Shrieking Shack and it was a fairly creepy place. Even though Thayne knew much of the stories surrounding were simply that, stories, it still had an eerie aura around it and Thayne wasn't letting his wand drop for anything. Holding the door open as they walked in, Thayne looked around the room with a grim face. It was fairly barren and there definitely weren't any missing girls there, but hopefully they could come across something that might help them out at least a little bit. "It looks more recent, so they may have been here not so long ago," Thayne pointed out. "They're probably somewhere close."

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notes;;
tags;; rescue team
words;; 441
lyrics;; misery- maroon 5

[roxanne]

Scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel.

She nodded at Thayne, noting his modesty. Which she wasn't used to. If she was with Felix, he would've just said something arrogant. She liked that Thayne was a humble kind of guy. Roxanne sighed and wondered how the other groups were doing. Well, they were hardly groups. But she didn't care as long as they were getting the girls out. She couldn't imagine what they were going through right now.

Roxanne noticed that the blood did look fairly new. And she hoped that they weren't too far. She figured they wouldn't be at the Shrieking Shack. That would've been too easy. Even she knew that. But she also had a feeling there would be a clue at least. And there was. She somehow guessed that they weren't going to find anything else out here, though. Alright. You ready? I think we should look more towards those old abandon houses on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. She said, not knowin how they're going to find the place they are looking for. But, the only way she figured she was going to find out, was if she went there and at least tried.

Before they left the Shrieking Shack, Roxanne decided to check on things on the WWW. First of all, she figured that maybe she could find Peyton or maybe one of the girls had gotten in touch with their phones. She managed to get in touch with Megan Aldridge, who wouldn't even think about giving Peyton a message about her sister. But, Roxy figured that they would all thank her when Hallie was safe and at home, along with all of the other girls. She looked at herself in the mirror as they were leaving towards the outskirts, and noticed how strange she looked. Like a different person. And she wasn't sure she liked it. I look ridiculous, huh? She said with laugh.

Roxanne noticed a few people noticing them and giving them odd looks. She wasn't sure if she looked really as weird as she thought, or if it was something else. She hoped they didn't look too suspicious. Thinking fast, she grabbed Thayne's hand... making it seem like they were just a young couple taking a stroll. She looked at Thayne, knowing he was probably a bit confused. She leaned in like she was whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Just go with it. She said, smiling and waving at the passerbys. That seemed to appease the starers. Maybe they were looking too serious or something.

They arrived at the area where all of the abandoned-looking houses were and began to get quite confused. They could be in any of these houses. Were they really going to attempt to look into all of them? That would surely get them killed. Uhmm... what now? She asked. Suddenly, she heard a door shut and some voices. She also noticed she still had Thaynes hand and dragged him into a secluded place where they could hide. She bent and looked at who was coming out of one of the abandoned houses towards the middle. It was the darkest of them all and the most rundown. The men who were coming out certainly didn't seem like they should be there. She perked her ears as she heard the guys laughing, That little girl screamed like a baby. Gosh I love that sound. Roxanne shuddered and shook her head. The two laughed all the way out towards Hogsmeade, looking like they were headed to a bar or something. In there. Lets go. She pointed at the building the men were coming out of.

[landon]

Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper then they seem
You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them be

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Heading out to the abandoned houses made sense. It was out of the way, so no one would be likely to just stumble upon it and it was close enough that enough of them could keep an eye on the hostages. He nodded slightly in response to her request, taking a moment to mull things over in his head. To be honest, Thayne wasn't sure how they would even go about rescuing the girl when they got there. He was fairly talented when it came to magic, but that didn't mean he was prepared to take on however many adults they would come across especially when they were trained for this sort of thing. Thayne was trained in normal magic, a variety of spells and such that would probably not help in the least. Not to mention, they were dealing with cold hard killers, which was something Thayne most definitely was not.

Heading back out of the building, Thayne paused for a moment when Roxanne commented on the new look that she was sporting. Looking back at her with a wry grin, Thayne shrugged slightly. "Well,you look quite different," was all that he said. He didn't want to say something that would be well, wrong. He knew that some girls could get rather touchy about things and Thayne most definitely didn't want to set Roxanne on his bad side before they set off into the real danger. The last thing that he needed was his own partner to be in the least upset with him. That was, after all, why he had been glad to be out with Roxanne in the first place.

As they walked down the street, Thayne could feel the attention of the people on the two of them, most likely because they were young and not supposed to be out that late. He was put even more at unease when Roxanne reached over to take his hand, a gesture that he wasn't at all used to. However, when she told him to just go with it, he loosened up and let a rather charming grin take over his face, looking rather as if he were simply enjoying a night out with his girlfriend. It wasn't a cover that he was used to at all, but it was one that he fell into rather easily. "Not bad," he commented with a quick nod, letting her know that he quite approved of her split second decision on how to keep themselves from being picked up and taken back to the castle or something like that.

As they approached the buildings out near the outside of the town, Thayne heard a pair of voices coming and quickly moved to pull Roxanne down behind the first house, crouching out of view so that they weren't seen. By the sound of it, this was exactly where they needed to be and odds were one of the girls would be in there. "We moves quickly and quietly. I go first and clear the room if the need arises, you stay safe and watch my back," Thayne nodded, taking charge of the situation. Ducking down to avoid the windows, Thayne moved towards the front door. Putting an ear to it, Thayne didn't hear anyone inside. Opening the door, he slipped in, his wand at the ready and began looking around for anyone that might cause an issue. "There's someone downstairs, definitely. How should we proceed?" Thayne whispered, being sure not to attract any attention.

notes;;
tags;; rescue team
words;; 582
lyrics;; misery- maroon 5


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[peyton aleah cauldwell]

oh heaven, oh heaven
I wake with good intentions

When Peyton had first learned that Hallie had been taken, she hadn't believed it. Because honestly, who on this earth would be foolish enough to take a Cauldwell? The consequences that they'd suffer for committing such an offense would be great and unless you had a death wish, it wasn't a bright idea. It seemed however, that there were people out there actually stupid enough to go ahead and kidnap a Cauldwell and Peyton prayed for their sake that they hadn't touched a hair on her sisters head, because she'd bring down hell on anyone who dared to hurt her sister.

Walking down the steps, away from the castle, Peyton pulled the hood of her black cloak firmly over her head before apparating to the outskirts of Hogsmeade where the abandoned houses stood. The great thing about coming from a powerful and well known family was that Peyton had many, many contacts up in high places. Many, many contacts that knew things. For example, the rumored plan for the Death Squadron to kidnap a student in an attempt to send a message to the Marauders. Normally, Peyton couldn't care less about what went on between the Death Squadron and the Marauders. It was all rather boring to her and a little on the pointless side. She had far more important things to worry about in her life than about getting revenge because of a war that had happened before she was even born. Except, like the fools that they were, the Death Squadron had dragged her into their mess by taking her sister. Peyton could care less about the other missing girls and if Hallie hadn't been taken, she probably wouldn't have cared all that much about the kidnappings. But Hallie had been taken so now this was very much her problem.

As far as plans go, Peyton didn't have much of one. In fact the only thing she planned to do was flay her sisters kidnappers alive and then disappear into the night with her sister by her side. Murder wasn't something she was all that comfortable with, torture however, was a different story. Sticking to the shadows, Peyton cast an advanced disillusion protection charm and shivered as it wrapped itself around her body. It was a spell that made an object or person nearly invisible to the naked eye, the only down set being that the object or person shimmered like a ghost in the night. It was better than being spotted and caught, at least if someone did catch a glimpse of her then they'd probably dismiss it as them seeing things.

Hurrying down the street, Peyton slowed her walk to a standstill when she heard voices behind her and quickly ducked behind a withered tree. Poking her head around the side, a frown tugged at her lips when she spotted two people slinking in the shadows, almost as if they were trying to hide themselves. Where they the kidnappers? But then she heard voices, gruff voices and decided that maybe they weren't the kidnappers. Still, she couldn't be sure and she wasn't about to go trusting any strangers lurking about in the dark, so instead she chose to follow them. They were heading towards the door of the house she'd been told Hallie was being kept in after all. Tip-toeing up behind the odd pair, Peyton gripped her wand and pulled out a large dagger from the inside of her cloak before following them inside.

'- - - How should we proceed?' The voice sounded familiar but it was hard to make out who it might be because they were whispering and Peyton didn't want to take any chances. Slipping up behind the pair, she pushed her wand against the back of the neck of the shorter figure and pressed her dagger against the back of the male who had just spoken. "Move and I swear it's the last thing you'll ever do." she hissed and pressed her wand and dagger more firmly, to make sure they got the message. "What are your names? Tell me and I promise that I won't kill you for taking my sister." If she was going to torture and seriously hurt these people for taking her sister, then she at least wanted to know their names.

[roxanne]

Scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel.

Roxanne laughed. She wasn't the type of girl who was all too sensitive of what people thought of the way she looks. Particularly right now. ahahaha its okay. You can be honest. She understood why he may be trying to appease her. But there was no need. She much preferred honesty. The whole hand holding thing wasn't too bad. If it were any different circumstances, she would say she kind of liked it. But of course, in any circumstances she really didn't think she'd just grab a guy she barely knew's hand. Yeah... not bad. She replied.

She nodded at Thayne's instructions. Going one by one and watching each other's back sounded like a good idea. They needed to be quick and not waste time. As she began to move with him, she felt something long and wand like poking at her neck and looked over to Thayne who had a dagger on his back. Oh shit. We've been caught. She thought and let out a frustrated sigh. Of course. This was the last thing they needed. The voice behind them sounded feminine and slightly familiar. She wished she could pinpoint why it was familiar. Of course, she decided it wise to not move since the woman was so persistant about it. Then, she quirked her head. taking her sister? she realized then why the voice sounded familiar. It was Peyton. Peyton.... its us. Roxanne and Thayne. We're trying to save your sister. Didn't Meg tell you?

She looked at herself, realizing she probably didn't look like Roxanne. She hoped Peyton believed her. She had never really known Peyton too well, them being on rivaling houses and all. But she knew that even Peyton would want to find her own sister. No one was that heartless. Its a disguise. She said, explaining why she didn't look like Roxanne Weasley.

[landon]

Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper then they seem
You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them be

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On most occasions, Thayne rather preferred to be honest, but in times like these he felt that it was just as acceptable to simply avoid answering the subject. No matter what girls said, it was always better to be safe than sorry. His head dropped slightly and he chuckled a bit, giving her a bit of a nod to show that he would definitely feel free to be honest. Well, as honest as he felt necessary at least. He gave her a slightly bemused like at her reply, but made nothing of it. This was, of course, just a guise to make sure that they weren't caught by any roaming professors or anything of the sort and meant nothing more than just that. Besides, it wasn't like he even knew Roxanne well enough for it to mean anything more. They just happened to be together on a mission to help save people was all.

Moving forward to start down the stairs, Thayne froze in his place when he felt the sharp point of a dagger in his back. He hadn't seen anyone near enough y them that could have come up as quickly as that, so he wasn't sure what to do for a moment. However, he did recognize the voice of the person behind him, which caused him to relax slightly."Hello, Peyton. Glad to see you're joining us," Thayne commented, rather conversationally. He was attempting to appear quite at ease with the situation, despite the fact that he had a dagger pointed at his back, just in case it helped matters some. Sidestepping the dagger, Thayne turned around and help his hands up for a moment to show that he meant no harm to Peyton. Obviously it would be a lot better for the three of them to work together on the way downstairs, since he now heard quite a few voices mulling about down there.

With the three of them there now, Thayne was quite certain that it would be incredibly easier to get downstairs and get Hallie out, especially when looking at Peyton. She looked like she could easily take anyone down that was on the other side and Thayne was suddenly quite glad that he was there to save Hallie and not do any harm to the girl. Of all the people he'd seen that night, Peyton definitely was the one that he would least want to cross. Lowering his voice back to a whisper, Thayne started to come up with some sort of plan. "There's really only one way in and one way out of that basement, so it looks like we're going to have to just bust in and get her out," Thayne commented, biting his lip slightly as he spoke. It wasn't the safest plan by any means, but there wasn't much else they could work with and it was imperative that they get the girl out.

notes;;
tags;; rescue team
words;; 485
lyrics;; misery- maroon 5


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[hallie beatrix cauldwell]

&I’m scared of being the only shadow I see along a wall
&I’m scared of the only heart beat I hear beating is my own
&I’m scared of being alone, I can’t seem to breathe

Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours. Hours turned into days. Four days to be exact. The only way she could tell was when there was a slight pink tint to the otherwise dark room. At present, Hallie was in the corner of the room, the place she called home for the last few days. Honestly though, it was the only place the shackles on her legs would let her go. The last few days have been a living hell for the girl, as Ryan and Jason really did a number on her. Every inch of her body was covered in cuts, scratches, bruises, her shoulder was badly sprain, and she had several bruised ribs. It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to even think, and yet that didn’t stop her kidnappers from torturing her more. Hallie was dying a slow, painful death, and she couldn’t stop it. Her only moments of brightness throughout the day were when Olivia came to visit her, sometimes with food and water, and sometimes just to see how she was doing. Hallie looked forward to these visits, as it gave her hope that someone out there actually cared about her.

Attempting to find a position of sitting or lying down that didn’t hurt Hallie, the door squeaked open, and Hallie reluctantly looked over. She had stopped hoping that it was her rescuers, but when she saw it was Ryan, she quickly scurried over to the corner. That didn’t exactly help her, and yet she hid in the corner every time the two of them came in. She covered her eyes, wishing not to see him raise his wand to say some unbearable curse. However, her ears perked up when he began to speak, something Ryan almost never did when he was in the room. I have something for you. Take a look. Hallie uncovered her eyes, and looked up, to see Ryan holding out a messenger. Without saying anything, Hallie took it away from him and looked it at, wincing a bit at the brightness of the screen. From what she could tell, it was a conversation between someone named Klayton and Braden, and they were talking about ways to torture her. But what caught her attention was Braden’s response. Bro, if I actually gave a shit, I might say yes to that. Don’t give a fuck, though. Hallie handed back the messenger, a look of shock upon her face. Ryan just walked away laughing.

Don’t give a fuck, though. The words echoed around in Hallie’s head. Slumping against the wall and cradling her shoulder, Hallie felt immense sadness. The break up definitely wasn’t easy for her, but she never thought how Braden felt about it. She just always assumed that he didn’t care, and he just shrugged it off. But apparently Hallie hurt him enough that he didn’t give a fuck anymore what happened to her. Nothing was going right in Hallie’s life at the moment. Braden hated her, her friends were most likely dead, and Hallie was in the company of two crazy kidnappers. Pulling her knees to her chest, Hallie screamed out as she knocked into her bruised ribs. Unable to breathe for a second, her wild gasping turned into shaking sobs, as she rocked back and forth. If not for nothing else, Hallie wanted to get out of her just to apologize to Braden. She still loved him, and was terribly sorry about everything that happened. She never meant to act like a bitch, but Hallie just needed time alone to clear her head. Perhaps somewhere other than a cellar, but she now knew what she wanted; she just wanted him to understand, but it probably would never happen.

Hearing the door open once more, Hallie was too lost in her sad thoughts to even look up, but she did brace herself for whatever torture Ryan or Jason was going to put her through this time. However, she relaxed when a tray of food was pushed in front of her. Olivia, tell me something. Am I ever getting out of here? It was a question that was constantly on Hallie’s mind. Pulling the tray towards her, Hallie drank the water in a few seconds. She looked over at the oatmeal, the same thing she’s gotten for breakfast, lunch, and dinner the last three days. But once again, Hallie just couldn’t bring herself to eat it, and she was beginning to feel the effects of not eating since before the girls went to the Shrieking Shack. Resting her head on the cold wall, Hallie watched the girl fill up her glass again, and she was grateful for the extra water. I…I don’t know what they have planned for you, Hallie. I’m sorry. I do know that they’re not going to kill you. I promise you that. Hallie nodded, as her way of saying thank you for the information, although it really didn’t put her at ease. She reached up with a shackled hand to push her very messy hair out of her face.

To be honest, Hallie was breaking inside. She lost all hopes of being rescued around the evening of the second day. She was just trying to live from moment to moment, and even that was getting harder. Without food, Hallie’s strength was draining, and with it, her desire for everything to return to normal. If she were to walk out of this room, would anything ever be normal again? She’d most likely be hated by the families of Shiloh and Gabby, and the girls too, because she dragged them into this mess. If it was just her kidnapped, things would be okay; but because there was a possibility Gabby and Shiloh have been tortured too, Hallie was at fault. She couldn’t even blame Jordan, as she was the one to go out, even when the Ministry specifically told her not to. Hallie heard footsteps on the floor above her, and the door open, illuminating the room in a white light. Olivia. Ryan and I are going into town for a drink or two. Be back in a few hours. Make sure the girl eats. The dirty blond sitting in front of Hallie perked up, glancing over at Hallie. They’re right, you know. You have to eat. Hallie shook her head, saying she wasn’t hungry.

The girl picked up the tray, sighing, and climbed up the ladder, leaving Hallie alone once more. Hallie saw the effort Olivia was putting in to make Hallie as comfortable as the conditions would allow, but nothing would change the circumstances. However, it upset Hallie that she was being mean to the one person who actually cared for her health. Sighing, Hallie shifted to find a position that didn’t send excruciating pain throughout her body. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to be alone in the room, as the loneliness only gave Hallie time to think. More specifically, to think about every wrong she’s done, which isn’t exactly soothing given where she was. Unable to take it anymore, Hallie screamed at the top of her lungs, in an attempt to clear her body of all invading thoughts. The only thing she succeeded in doing was completely wiping her out of any energy left. Suddenly feeling dizzy, Hallie laid down on her back, wincing at the aches all around her body. Subconsciously tracing the small tattoo scar that Jason gave her the first day, Hallie started muttering that everything would be okay. But the more she said it, the more she knew she was lying to herself. Resting her hands on her stomach, Hallie simply stared at the ceiling for a few long minutes. Slowly blinking out the tears that formed in her eyes, Hallie could feel the light inside of her fading out.

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tags;; Hallie’s rescuers
outfitt;; casual clothes
words;; 1303
lyrics;; scared of lonely-beyonce

[peyton aleah cauldwell]

oh heaven, oh heaven
I wake with good intentions

Holding her breath, Peyton waited, rather impatiently, for the two shadowed figures to answer her question. When the shortest of the two spoke, the female, Peyton pressed her wand more firmly against her neck, not entirely sure whether she should trust what the other female was saying. It would be a little foolish to lower her wand and trust the two given the situation. Peyton was about to demand that the female turn around when the tallest of the two, the male, spoke and then turned. In the blink of an eye, Peyton lowered her dagger and whipped her wand around so that it was now pointed at the male. It wasn't until they came face to face that she recognized the male as Thayne, another seventh year Slytherin.

Ignoring the wild beating of her heart, Peyton slowly lowered her wand, somewhat relieved, and glanced at the girl who'd said she was Roxanne. Peyton didn't really recognize her at all but she didn't care as her identity wasn't at all important to her right now. Listening to Thayne's plan, Peyton nodded her head in agreement. It was the most efficient plan. Break in, grab Hallie and get her the hell out of there. Hard, fast and simple. "Alright. I'm going in." she declared, glaring at the other two in case they were thinking about challenging her decision. "I'm sure they've put up enchantments to keep people from apparating in and out so we're going to have to get her out of the basement and out of the house. Once we're out, I'll apparate us to the school."

Peyton ran over the plan in her head, tucking her dagger away in the process. "I heard men leaving just before I followed you two in but we'd be stupid to assume that there aren't any more rats lurking about to keep guard. When I go in be ready for them, it wouldn't surprise me if they have that door alarmed or something." Nodding her head at the other two, Peyton wasted no time in striding over to the door that no doubt led to the basement. Taking a hold of the door handle, Peyton glanced back at the other two. "Ready?"