Questions and Answers >Jonnie<

[Regulus Black]

If anyone thought it was strange that a young man crouched next to a bleeding teenager suddenly appeared in the lobby of St. Mungo's, they didn't let on. Regulus and the unconscious Jonnie weren't the most interesting inhabitants of the lobby by far. In the corner, a man was being eaten by a potted plant, and several nurses were trying to hack bits of it away before it closed its leafy jaws over him completely. In the middle, a young girl had a severe case of the hiccups, and every time she had one several multi-colored feathers shot out of her mouth and drifted to the floor, like she'd eaten a phoenix.

It took a moment to get a nurse's attention, but once he did, she took care of Jonnie for Regulus. Categorized his injury as non magical, and levitated him brusquely out of the waiting room. Regulus followed, watching as they bandaged Jonnie's arm and cleaned his various cuts.

The nurses were able to patch Jonnie up easily enough, but they admitted him to the hospital like Regulus thought they would simply due to the nature of his injuries. Before he told anyone about the green blood, though...he wanted to see what his friend had to say.

[jonringo]

A dimness.

Dark.

Clouds played by a mist of green.

Words, at first far away, unhearing he moaned out.

The World had collapsed around him, unsure of where he was Jonnie walked down the long tunnel, a large door played into view at the end. He reached for the knob, opening it slowly as a bright white light shined out on him. A peace unlike any Jonnie had ever known formed around him, soft music playing, perhaps a harp... Jonnie smiled, and ran his hand through his soft hair. He began to walk through the doorway, but something stopped him. A noise, one though he was not sure, so her turned to the tunnel again. Looking down the long dark passage, Jonnie thought he heard the noise again, someone was moaning, in pain, sounding lost in the tunnel beyond. Jonnie had to go and help them.

The door slammed shut behind him and the light disappeared immediately. He paused, regretting leaving the peace that had captured him. He did not pause long, he started to walk, faster to get to the moaning voice, the need to help was strong within Jonnie. He began to ran. He tripped over an unseen object and fell forward, into darkness and then his eyes opened.

He did not see anyone around him as his dim vision played to the wall, some portrait of an older witch in a white uniform was en capsuled on the wall. The look of concern on her face struck Jonnie first, but he knew it would not have been a portrait moaning. He tried to sit up, and noticed he was laying in a bed, soft sheets pulled almost to his chin. He glanced around, a hospital room, institutionalized walls, windows, curtains, and then he saw his old friend. Regulus.

Jonnie heard the moan again, and recognized the voice, it was his own. He inhaled sharply, now feeling the pain on his arm, in his stomach, and in his head. He closed his eyes and fell back on the mattress, another moan escaping his lips. This one softer, as he turned his head away from his friend. Jonnie relaxed his breathing, and opened his eyes, to look at the portrait once again. He longed for the peace he had just felt, but it was dawning on him that this was not his time to feel that peace. Instead, he would need to feel this pain, deal with it, and fight the inner demons in his own mind. He turned back to his friend, seeing the same look of concern and Jonnie tried a smile.

He did not know if his lips obeyed, but he tried anyway.

"Regulus?" His voice cracked, sore from the moaning. He inhaled once again, and tried to whisper. "Where are we?" He could manage no more, as the pain in his head flared to life, green dots in his vision, as his head hit the pillow once again, his energy leaving him again. He began to sink back into the depths of unconsciousness, then bit down on his own tongue.

His eyes snapped open with the brilliant pain, no more green in his vision as he turned back to his friend. He tried the smile again, this time it came more easy. He had no recollection of how they came to be here, or even what had happened earlier that day, but he knew he needed to remember something. Something was indeed very wrong, and he could only hope his friend would be able to help him in his struggle. He opened his mouth...

"What happened? I do not remember." He sighed once again, his hand almost making it off the mattress as he was about to run it through his hair, but the energy failed him, and it fell limply back to the soft cover that was over Jonnie's weak form. He closed his eyes again.

[Regulus Black]

(OOC: whoa....why have I not responded to this?! I swear I did.... hmm. :/ sorry)

Regulus was contentedly observing a portrait of a nurse that hung on the wall opposite Jonnie's bed, watching her fold and re-fold a basket of cloth bandages and continually shake her auburn hair out of her eyes. When Jonnie first began to return to consciousness, he instantly got up and stood next to his friend, knowing he'd be confused when he did wake up. The relative comfort of St Mungo's was a far cry from the dingy, snow-dusted alley that Jonnie had passed out in a short time before.

He saw Jonnie look at him and smiled, despite the slightly panicked expression on the younger boy's face. "We're at St Mungo's," Regulus explained. "Don't worry, I brought you here. I also owled Dumbledore and explained where you were, so you won't be getting a detention for this."

Regulus expected the next question, and let a breath slowly through his teeth before he began to respond. He gestured to the chair in the corner lazily with his wand, bringing it over and sitting next to Jonnie's bedside. He had a feeling this would be a long conversation. "You called me to an alley in Hogsmeade, remember?" Regulus asked, trying to determine how badly Jonnie's memory was being affected by his blackouts. If Regulus was correct, then he shouldn't remember much of anything that had happened before he passed out.

"You cut open your own arm. It looked like you'd been doing it pretty often, Jonnie. You passed out...I thought it might have been from blood loss, but you haven't been hurt that badly. I brought you to St Mungo's, and I haven't told them everything yet, because I wanted to ask you some questions." Regulus paused, looking quizzically at his friend. "You are aware that you're bleeding green, aren't you? I doubt it's just the Slytherin pride, mate."

Waiting to hear Jonnie's confirmation or denial of the things Regulus had seen, his mind drifted over a few similar cases he'd witnessed while working for the Dark Lord. The Imperius curse was one thing--quick, painless, and completely encompassing. Regulus had done it a few times himself. You just slipped your victim into the curse, and they remained fully aware of the things going on around them until you released them, but were still forced to obey your commands. Of the three unforgivables, it was Regulus's favorite, if he had to use one.

But this was something else entirely. Jonnie was bleeding green...and Regulus had seen that before too. Possession was much nastier than the Imperius curse, Regulus felt. The imperius curse, you could fight. But unless you were a master Legilimens, you wouldn't know that you were being possessed until it was too late. Or unless you knew exactly what the signs of possession were, of course. And Regulus was betting that Jonnie didn't do half the amount of recreational reading about the Dark Arts as he had himself when he was still in school. It was one of the things that had gotten him the job up at Hogwarts for the next school term.

"Tell me what's going on," Regulus said. "Everything. The girl you're dating...the classes you're skipping...it's important."

[jonringo]

Jonnie's eyes were filled with resentment for only a brief second. He shook his head, and regained control, wondering why the hell he would resent his old friend as he had. He screwed up his face, his eyes rolling slightly and then sighed. No clear thought was coming, his eyes landed back on Regulus and he let a single tear drop from his eye to land softly on his face. He leaned back, allowing the comfort of the pillows to suround him as he opened his mouth to speak.

"I have cut myself alot, watching the glowing in the blood, moving in swirls, growing brighter, and brighter with each new cut. Almost like the more I cut the stronger it gets. And my gift, the one where I can read thoughts and emotions, it has been unbelieveable, on fire to say. I can read an emotion across the yards at school now, dig in further and I can almost hear clear thoughts, ideas. I thought I was crazy at first, but then I used it to cheat on a test in Charms. I pulled the ideas right out of the Professor's head, and he had no clue at all... then the black outs. I lost hours of time, sometimes waking up in the strangest places. But Regulus," his voice trembled. "That is not all."

He sighed, and looked at his older friend. "I slept with Aurora Willow, my best friend, and never knew I did. I did not remember any of it. And then... Rory. The girl who turned my hair yellow that time in the Great Hall? Remember how we hated each other? I slept with her too, in my own apartment, out of bounds over night durning school once. And, worse of all, there is a new girl, a Hufflepuff who in all honesty, I would love to be with, spend time around, well I tried to make love to her too. And I do not remember any of it, at all. None. I was dating all three at once, and still with Bella Sterling. Regulus, it is almost like someone is inside my head making me d-"

The sharp pain was brilliant, and sudden. Blood spurtted out of Jonnie's nose, making his face drip red, bright green lights shinning in the crimson. His hands went to his temples and he fought with every ounce of his energy, crying out with the sever pain. Making his throat go dry when no air was left in his lungs to scream with, and then Jonnie fell over again. A river of blood pouring from his nose, his eyes rolled back in his head, and his body convulsing and pulsing on the little hospital bed. Jonnie was out again... but the blood did not stop.

[Regulus Black]

Regulus listened raptly to his friend's story, all of what Jonnie explained lining up with his suspicions. The blackouts cinched the matter--this could only be possession. But the trick now was to figure out who was doing it, and why. The only way to help Jonnie would be to attack the person controlling him. Regulus knew how difficult that could be--he'd watched it happen before. Some of the best hadn't been able to track down the wizard controlling the victim in time.

If nothing was done...Jonnie would continue to do work for the unknown person. Regulus knew that he had to stop cutting himself right away--dying from blood loss would be pointless. He was intrigued by Jonnie's mention of his increased powers...and wondered if the person controlling his friend knew about Jonnie's ability to sense emotions, and maybe if that was why they had chosen him.

But when Jonnie mentioned Willow, Regulus's ponderous expression turned sharply into a frown. "Wait, wait," he said, shaking his head. "I think I know what's happening, Jonnie, but...I have no idea why someone would possess you and then make you promiscuous." He blinked, honestly surprised that Bella Sterling was still in the picture. Bella was older than Regulus...did she know what was happening to Jonnie too? Surely if they'd still been spending time together, she'd noticed his unusual closeness to Willow and the other girls he'd mentioned. It'd be sheer luck if Jonnie hadn't blacked out while in her presence too...unless whoever was possessing him had him behave with Bella like he did with the others. Regulus wondered distantly if he should contact her.

Before he could make any clear decision on that point, Jonnie's struggled explanation cut off. Regulus stood up immediately, shocked at his friend's sudden bleeding. "Episkey," Regulus said, trying to slow it down a little bit. He saw his friend faint, and turned towards the door. A frazzled witch was already rushing in, and pushed him aside.

As more medical staff followed her, Regulus caught the arm of a straggler and said, "Miss, I think you need to tell whoever's in charge of Jonnie RIngo that he's being possessed."

The witch gaped at him. Regulus let go of her arm and looked over at his friend, who was growing paler and was still bleeding despite the efforts of the Mungo's staff. He looked back at the witch, who still hadn't moved, and nudged her towards the door.

She finally left, and he stood there for a moment, at a total loss. "Dumbledore," Regulus said, not knowing what else to do at this point. Jonnie could stand up at any moment, in the hold of his possessor, and march out of the room to avada everyone in the waiting room. Regulus had seen it happen before. There wasn't any other wizard in the world that Regulus knew of who would be able to help Jonnie now. And on the way...he'd have a chat with Bella Sterling.

[jonringo]

The hallway was long, dark, a tunnel like surface that crawled through Jonnie's mind. Yet, he was the one seeming to move, a soft movement, as if sinking. He realized he was seeing this not out of his own eyes, but through the eyes of another. He blinked and tried to turn away, but could not move. He had no control of himself. In his vision the dirt itself encased him, moved over him to slide around him, and then he was in a small chamber. It was dank, cold, filled with a soft mist of green. There was a single desk, appearing to be made of obsidian sitting on the far wall, and shadows danced in the corners. Jonnie felt an icy fear clutch at his chest as he noticed that these creatures were nothing less than dementors. His mind reeled, wondering where he was, before he realized he was no where. It was as if he was sitting in a large, overstuffed chair, that smelled rank, looking through a large window, out the window, into the world, and the chamber therein. He sat back, now curious about what was happening.

He moved to wards the large desk and saw a huge tome sitting on the surface, its pages locked away with a large silver lock. A hand, thin, long armed touched the book, and it sprang to life, moving its pages with a rapid speed that Jonnie could not keep up with while watching. Then a thin blade crossed over the arm, and blood poured into the book, green blood, and the book fed. Jonnie was repulsed, his stomach churning in his body, his mind going dark, his head spinning, as he cried out soundlessly. The head he was looking through jerked up, and was reflected on the blade of the small knife. Beady eyes peered at him, a hook like nose, and greasy hair. The face looked furious. Jonnie paused and looked into the eyes of...

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU INFECTED WORM!!!" Angry words, hurtful raced outward like a spike on the end of a heavy chain. Lashing out the words poured into Jonnie's head, making him sick, retching harshly in the small bed as the witches around him tried to force him into a sitting position. The eyes glowed a deep green and an evil smile appeared on the face reflected in the knife. He knew exactly what to do, and it would take mere moments to do it.

Jonnie fought the witches around him, pushing them away, knocking them aside. His bandages ripped open, splashing fresh blood on those nearby, one older witch caught it full in the face, and the blood dissolved into her nose and mouth. Jonnie roared, tearing at his bed robes, ripping the sheets from the bed, throwing another witch to the ground. He turned looking around the room, his eyes falling onto his wand laying down. He extended a hand, and the wand raced to meet his finger tips. This trick is one Jonnie had never done before, and could not explain. However, Jonnie was no longer in his own mind. He was terrified, watching from behind the curtains as something much more sinister took over his body. Jonnie crouched behind the black vale, peeking through the long window of his own mind, trapped inside as the dark shadow moved his body, acted, and did things Jonnie himself would never do.

Several spells in the Germanic language ripped from his throat, forming bubbles of blood as he raged. Two witches fell over, dead from the attack. Jonnie, or what was Jonnie, moved with a rapid quickness to dodge another witch and head for the door, to come to a complete stop. Glowing green eyes focuses on the form in front of him, drool rolling down the chin with a mixture of blood, head rolling to one side, and arms twitching slightly. The thing that was Jonnie pointed the wand at Regulus Black.

The words formed in the mind, and Jonnie watched what was about to happen, from his cowering position on the floor in front of the window. This shadow was going to say one word, and destroy Regulus. Jonnie knew this was what was happening, and he cried out, tears forming on his face... the green eyes burning dull for a moment as Jonnie came through. He used all the mental force he could muster and lowered his arm. His brown eyes were pleading, looking at Regulus, tears forming, falling down his cheeks. His voice was week, broken, and blood flew from his mouth as he spoke. Inside his head he was fighting with the shadow, making it stand back, using all his energy to give Regulus a chance at life. He knew that something major would be happening soon... and Jonnie screamed inside his head, stunning the shadow as he threw himself at it.

His brown eyes looked at Regulus, tears now seeping like blood, thick and red down his cheeks. A soft green glow burned on his flesh as he tilted his head. His stained and bloody hair now falling in his face, giving him the look of complete death. His visage pulled, partial Jonnie and partially, something sinister and evil. Jonnie cleared up, and his face belonged to him for a mere moment. His eyes rested on his old friend's face, and his words were weak, choked.

"Regs," the whisper filled with blood, rolling down his chin, splashing on his chest. "Run..." His voice trailed off, and then there was a roar of rage as he lifted his arm once again. Jonnie thrashed in his own mind, running into walls, smacking his head into a mirror to issue a fresh amount of blood from the gashing wounds, flowing into his eyes, momentarily blinding both Jonnie and the shadow. Then he threw up, a gout of bile and blood, with green worms flew into the floor, sending up a cascade of filth from the pit of Jonnie's stomach. Acid flew from his mouth, burning his tongue, teeth, and lips to splash against his own downward turned hand. Jonnie gagged back the taste, trying to become more control of himself, not knowing what he would be able to do now. His mind was fighting with everything he had to regain some semblance of control.

He gripped the wand, finger nails forming harsh crescent shapes in the palm of his hand, blood now flowing from there too. The tears now green mist, blood red dotting his face as his eyes bulged. He moved to attack Regulus and in the last moment Jonnie controlled the arm, he looked to Regulus, brown eyes deep and happy once again, a smile forming on the soft lips as Jonnie nodded to his friend. Jonnie was in control, but the shadow was fighting hard, moving to regain Jonnie's body, and make him do the things the NeoDark Lord wanted him to do.

Jonnie raised the wand, saluted Regulus, nodded again, the blood froth smile on his lips still formed and complete, Jonnie struggled and lifted the wand to his own heart, placing the tip of the wand to his chest holding it there, pressing it into his exposed skin. Jonnie blinked, the light in his own eyes dying slightly, and the green returning. He managed one more word, pointed in Regulus' direction.

"Snape..." his lips moved to speak more, but the struggle was starting again. A look of peace came over Jonnie's face, and he smiled. A soft nod was meant to show Regulus that he was more than aware of what had happened, and what he was doing. And then a ringing voice shouted out in German, Jonnie's voice, his mouth saying it, his eyes reflecting it. Once again the words, his mouth regaining full control, his mind focused on what he had to do.

A large spout of green light flew from the wand, ripping into Jonnie's chest, bursting it open. He flew back, hitting the far wall, splatting against it as his head roared off the concrete. His eyes shut, as he slide down, green blood exploding from him and dissolving, vanishing into air, making it appear as if Jonnie was completely normal, and had some psychotic break down. His head rocketed off the wall again, and his wand broke as he fell. He slid into a sitting position, his chin coming to rest on his chest, his eyes closed. But his face was peaceful, a smile on his lips as he found what he had been looking for his entire life. Jonnie Ringo dead, as the silence crept into the room. His body did not move, his heart did not beat, his chest did not rise... Jonnie Ringo was no more.

"NOOOO!" A roar from a dark corridor miles and miles away, as the NeoDark Lord was now exposed. His failure in controlling the pitiful Slytherin boy might prove to be his down fall. Enraged he moved from the book, pulling his long dark cloak around him. It was now time for an attack, time to make those against him suffer. His mind raged as in the quiet hospital wing the noise stopped echoing off the walls. Jonnie Ringo was dead, and that was only the beginning.