{How we live}Nik,No,Cor,{Through the}[Tob]{Lies}

[Aiden Gabriel Irvine]

"No."
His words were a jumble as Nikita Snape gave him his order. An Order. Supposedly straight from the mouth of Charlotte. It was his "duty" his only whim to greatness or death. To complete what in the end would destroy him. Mentally, physically, emotionally. Anything and everything that tied Aiden together in what use to be neat wrapping paper. Eventually it started to tear at the seams, digging into his soul, his heart.
"I won't do it." The words danced around in his head pounding against the skull. She'll kill you then.
Avery.
His best friend. He watched die.
Corliss.
His best friend. He watched kill.
Noah.
Her love, who stood to protect her.

October...
His own love. Who was changing before him. As he was still squeezed in his little shell. That was about to suffocate him.
Or worse.
"Why me?"
Clutching is wand. No. His pathetic excuse for a wand, a fake stick that he barely ever attempted to use. It wasn't the same.
Nothing was the same. Not October, any of his so called friends, his mental state. And now, this.
This little stab in the back.
How ironic that Nikita Snape would be the one to deliver this great news. The one who tormented him for allowing Corliss to kill Avery. Wasn't it the same though? That he was now the one to do Charlotte's bidding, and yet in much shorter time. Staggering forward he simply spit aiming for Niki's face but from his uneasy swerving missed and hit a tree behind her. One sigh and a mumble later he kneaded his temples trying to make sense of the whole thing. Why would they want October gone?
She has done nothing! Except for changing houses where they assume all of a sudden she's good now. For changing friends the DE decided to "eliminate" her, through him.
It made him question things. More than he already did. Aiden Gabriel Irvine, could find a glimmer of who Aiden Gabriel really was or is. All he became was a product of suicidal feelings, depression, and drinking games. Which isn't where he wanted to stand. He wanted to feel strong. That steady sense of balance and joy that radiated from within had died. Along with any shred of self respect he had.
The rings around his eyes had deepened.
1
2
3
4 days.
Sleep was no longer present after the Yule Ball. Everything had blown up for him there. And here was his last gift, or present to the girl he fell terribly in love with.
The last thing she would ever see would be him.
How bittersweet it would be.
If it ever happened.

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[Nikita Snape]

The loud, interminable heart beat in Nikita Snape's head was enough to turn her preposterous. It bounced and echoed off of the walls of her skull, transmitting pain throughout her body. Her pale orbs were haunted as she stood in the clearing, transfixed. The mist clung to her face, making her appearance somewhat shiny. Her pulse quickened and thickened under her main artery in her throat, and Niki swallowed in order to fight it off. She closed her eyes tight, the heavy pounding in her head, making her stomach churn.

Niki's fingers twitched around her wand, which was clasped in her right hand. It was pointed down, her knuckles turning white with the amount of strength she was holding the wand with. Her breathing was raspy, as she breathed through her nose, not daring to open her mouth in case she said something nasty once more. She couldn't make matters worse than they already were. She couldn't make Aiden feel more pain than he was already tolerating through his knowledge about what he was about to do.

He was about to murder October Hemingway. His very own love.

Then she remembered that she would be the one who was doing the murder mentally, but murdering her through Aiden's physical body. Her eyes were still tightly shut as the vision popped in her head. The vision of Nikita falling to her knees, her eyes horrified of what she had done. Although for some reason she wanted to kill her old best friend. She had indeed back stabbed her. And the whole DE. Well, in Niki's eyes.

How would it be possible for Nikita Snape to murder her old best friend that had been so special to her? How could she watch as she fell to the ground, the girl's corpse motionless and soulless? Her face pale, her eyes opened but not focused on anything in particular. How could she stand to send the little curse through her head, that seemed to do so much in the end? She would have to do what Corliss did, suck it up and just kill her. Although what Corliss did was harder. Avery had been her first love, and had done nothing wrong.

But why did this feel so much harder, and seem so much worse than what Corliss had done? Was it the simply knowledge that everyone in the school would cry with sorrow and loss with the grief of Tobie's death. That the one strong girl was now dead because of one girls obedience towards Voldemort's natural Heir.

Her obedience towards Charlotte Crenge.

[Corliss Malfoy]

Hand on her new friend's shoulder, the small girl looked off into the icy depths of the forest. The day had come. The waiting finally over. Everything set into place just as it had for the murder of someone else. Avery Bishop. His death had been so perfectly planned nothing could have gone wrong. This one was the same, only the boy committing the dangerous deed wasn't near as ready as she had been. He hadn't had the time she'd been given. Not near the time.


The air was cold around her, her hand resiting on Aiden's shoulder. He wouldn't have the strength to do it, everyone knew it. Nikita would be doing, through his body, but she was still doing it. In her heart, she knew Tobie needed to be punished, but something was tugging at her heart as she watched that pain etching itself in every line of Aiden's face. She had to prepare him. Tell him she'd be there for him as soon as her body crumpled. No one else knew what it was like, Aiden wouldn't even fully get it. Tobie had done everyone wrong, Aver had not.

Her body moved so she was in front of the boy, her hands on either shoulder. "Aiden." she whispered, not knowing what else to do. How did you get someone mentally ready to kill the person they loved? Tell them to get their feelings off their shoulders? Surely not. Her heart was breaking for him, knowing the pain that ripped through your soul when you watched the person you'd fallen so in love with die.

It had to be done. Charlotte's worlds were law. If the law was broken, you'd be punished.

"I can't say anything that will help you ready yourself to see October fall at your hand. I cannot prepare you for the grief and pain that you'll feel. I'll be there though. Right when you fall to the ground, crying. I'll be there to hold you and be your friend. I won't leave. I promise." she whispered, her voice soft and even. She was the only one who could be prepared. No one else was as brave as she. No one killed anyone they loved. Not a single person could have murdered Avery when they felt the way she had about him. She pressed her body close to her friends, her arms wrapping around his body for a comforting hug.

When she pulled away, her eyes showed the pain from the murder she'd committed. It still lingered in her thoughts, every second of the day. She stepped back then, taking her spot by Noah and Nikita. She would wait there, wait for the crime to be carried out. Wait for Aiden to call for her. She'd be there, holding her broken friend. Knowing that what he was feeling would never really go away. He'd be just like here, never the same boy he'd once been.