i. WAR WAS HEAVY . that much he came to learn. it wore on his shoulders, tore at his heart, but he refused to allow it to bring him to his knees. he watched as everyone around him either coped it or vanished. ---- first, his ariana, the most heartbreaking. ---- then came the prewett twins. their news hit him hard. he had heard they fought till the very end. a heroes death. ---- and marlene, he felt the most guilt with her. he had dragged her to her death. recruited her into the order, convinced her to commit treason and she died because of it. ---- then was dorcas. his dearest friend and most reckless. she had told him once if they kept going like this, they’d cop it. benjy could still see her grin through the fog. he never believed she would though.
ii. HE TRIED TO BE BETTER . to smile, to laugh, to not lash out in anger or hit his fists against the wall just to feel himself bleed. if not for himself than for her. mary was his best friend, even after everything he had put her through. he loved her. an emotion benjamin thought he’d never feel again, but he got lucky, he was given a second chance. if only for a little while.
iii. THE LAST PERSON HE SAW THAT DAY WAS HER. his last day. there was a peck to mary’s lips, his amber hues low and feet staggered on her door step. she didn’t know where he was off too or for why. it was better that way. she’d never let him go if she knew. “ see you tonight. i promise, ” his voice sweet, fingers untangling from hers. it was a lie. benjamin fenwick would never see mary macdonald again. no one would.
iv. HE HAD MADE THE DECISION TO GO ALONE. to confront ronan avery and hear the truth. there had always been a lump in his throat, an endless question with no answer. the deciding factor was finding the whereabouts of the man. as his shoes hit the sidewalk of mary’s street, there was a crack, and immediately benjy apparated to an old weathered-down farmhouse. the sky high above him a gloomy, muted gray that was full of storm clouds. the weeds tall and dead around his feet.
v. THERE WAS LITTLE TALKING . the long-haired ronan stood there; soulless -- taunting -- alive. there was another man behind him; something benjamin had miscalculated. he didn’t care though. he’d kill them both. “ you know don’t you? ” ronan muttered from his spot on the porch. it might have been the many veins that popped out from benjys neck or the narrowed, rigid look in his eyes that gave the other boy his answer. and ronan didn’t hold back any of it. “ then you should know, she died slowly. her screams were loud and annoying, so i shut her up for good. when i was done with her, i hid it all so no one would know. ” ronan’s voice was monotone as he spoke, lifeless, gone.
vi. AND BENJY FELT LIKE THROWING UP . his fists shaking, tears welling behind his eyes. he felt the weight of everything crashing down. all the deaths the order had endured pooling over him. and in that moment, there was nothing mary or alastor or james could have ever done, if they had been there, to keep the rage from spewing out.
HIS WAND WAS DRAWN , the hit of his spell blasting ronan through the door. the second man, a death eater benjy was sure, started hurdling spells at him. benjy deflected each with ease. it was when ronan came-to, that benjy had more of a struggle keeping both at bay. all the anger and pain he felt seeping out and he yelled. he yelled with each spell he threw, he yelled until he couldn’t anymore.
THERE WAS A CLICK AND HIS WAND WAS OUT OF HIS HANDS. his ash wand flown into ronan’s rough, dark fingers. and there was a look of panic that flashed over benjys face. he knew he had lost. but then ronan was charging him, and benjamin was on the offensive. both males hitting, grappling, until benjamin was on his back and ronan over him. the other males wand pointed at his head
AND INSTEAD OF A SWIFT DEATH , no, ronan merely paralyzed him. benjy’s body frozen, alive but soon to be dead. he was sure. there was a crunch to his nose, a snap of his ribs, each hit agonizing and propelling him into his own inner hell. the blood trickling down his face but no tears fell. he wouldn’t give him that. all he could think was how he failed ariana. how he didn’t get to say goodbye to mary. couldn’t check on frank or alice in st. mungo’s. couldn’t hold little harry one last time.
vii. IT WAS THE END , but it didn’t come fast enough. his voice was mute until finally life gave him release. benjamin fenwick died there on the dead, desolate weeds. his body cut up into bits and discarded on the farmhouse porch like an unwanted present. ronan avery nowhere to be found, and leaving poor benjamins remains to be found by alastor moody himself.
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