Memories of Darker Days

[Jenni]

OOC: haven't specified a date or year, because didn't really know when. But it's based probably 100's of years in the past when children worked in factories, still slaves etc. but generally quiet in some areas.

Role Playing as Racheal Carlow

Ministry of Magic
Racheal Carlow's office

Racheal paced her office, her footsteps echoing off the cold, stone walls. She breathed quietly, awaiting news of his location from one of her sources. He was taking such a long time with the information that she needed and she was beginning to grow impatient, she nodded her head to herself, trying to calm her nerves. This was the second time in a month that Toolbox had dissapeared from right in front of her, her sources were posted around the country looking for him, she had made sure that everywhere he went he had someone with him that could keep an eye on him. But this hadn't been enough, she was foolish enough to let it happen the first time, but a second time!
She shook her head and finally sat down at her desk, this was no time to be telling herself off for a stupid mistake, she needed to find him before it was too late. Racheal was the main source of information on Toolbox for the ministry, Racheal never made mistakes, always had the right information, always knew what was happening. But right now... she didn't know what was going on. While she thought about what could have happened to the wizard she had positioned with him the door to her office flew open and an elderly wizard who looked like he had just run a mile stood in the doorway, "Miss Carlow... We have news of his location! They're all... They're all dead, but one managed to make it out."
Racheal looked at the wizard for a moment before standing, "And you're sure that this information is correct Mr Swires?"
He nodded and bowed his head, "You're the only one left."
Without another word she quickly walked out of her office, the elderly wizard in tow, "Not another moment can be wasted then. If I am truly the last one left from this case then I must subdue him for multiple counts of murder."
"But..."
She sighed and paused for a moment, "If we wait any longer I won't be able to stop him. He'll be too powerful to detain."
The wizard nodded at her reluctantly then passed her an envelope, "This has his current location, he'll be there. Just... make sure that... Just make sure that you come out alive Miss Carlow..." He thought for a few moments, "Racheal, it has been an absolute pleasure working with you."
She laughed, "I'm not dead yet, morbid talk like that could get someone killed."
The wizard smiled at her then a loud crack echoed among the hall and Racheal was gone.


London

The streets of London were cold and quiet as Racheal appeared with a loud crack, she opened the envelope and read quietly, the address was one she recognised, when she was younger she lived in the house across the road from the address and she remembered it well.
The first few thoughts that came to her were, 'Is this a trap?' and 'Why that house?' Racheal shook her head, it was probably just a coincidence, she needed to have a clear head to do this.
Racheal apparated to the road outside the address and looked at the house, it looked like any other house on the street, plain, slightly dirty but ordinary. A kid ran past her, she watched his hand try and slide into her pocket, he was fast the kid, but she grabbed his wrist and pushed him away, "Run."
Doing as he was told he ran back down the street, looking a little shocked, Racheal didn't care, all she could see was the house. Walking towards it she had one thing in mind, taking Toolbox down once and for all.

[Toolbox123]

Role Playing as Tool Box

The room stank of death. It lined the wallpaper, the carpets, and the air. Especially the air. The year is 1896, and as the man looked around at the blood spatter that lined the walls, his lips curled into an evil smirk of triumph. They were all dead. Every last one of them. And he knew who had set them spying on him. That wretched Ministry worker. That wretched Carlow. But now the trap was set. He would finish her, and continue his ascent to the ruler of the Wizarding World. He looked out of the window, across the street was the house in which Carlow had grown up, where her magic and life had started. An apt place, thought the man, to end it as well.

The Dark Lord Tool Box placed himself with the greatest view point of the room. This would be his triumph in England, before he could take on the world. Carlow was the only one stopping him but soon, very soon, that would change. He gave a little laugh as he thought over his ambition again. Then his laugh and smile faded, as he remembered what had driven him to this goal. He shook his head, as the screams of Rosana threatened to fill his ears. He had to focus. He had to be in absolute, complete control. Carlow was known as a dueler in the Ministry. But Tool Box highly doubted that she would be of any match for him.

As he stood, primed and ready, and waited... little did he know that the events that were to unfold, would shape his future so drastically different...

[Jenni]

Role Playing as Racheal Carlow

Racheal stood before the door, her hand hesitating on the handle, thoughts kept running through her mind, Why has he chosen this building, why? She looked up at the house, standing under it it now seemed so dark and eerie. Shaking her head she pushed down on the handle. The door swung open with the lightest of touch's, not even making a groaning sound, silence.
She looked around the corridor as she walked slowly through the darkness, uttering a spell silently a white light shone from the tip of her wand, illuminating the blood on the walls, showing her the death. For a moment, Racheal stood still with her head bowed slightly, honouring the dead that was splattered all around her. Then the moment was over and she moved, quicker this time, towards a door at the end of the corridor. Again she opened it slowly, but this time the door groaned, filling the house with large noises that echoed in her ears.
The room was brighter so she doused the light from her wand, Racheal didn't even have to look around to find where he was, Toolbox was standing with his back to the wall, across the room from her. The blood of her spies was painted in thick streaks across the walls and she had to resist the urge to hold her nose to the stench of death and a coppery smell that wafted around.
"Toolbox, we meet at last. Nice to see you in person for once. Was getting sick of looking at the same old picture. I guess you know why I'm here then? Well, no point in just standing here and talking about it. You're under arrest for multiple counts of murder of both wizards and muggles, and most recently..." She paused gesturing around the room, "Well, I guess that one's pretty obvious." Racheal smiled at him and held out her wand with a steady hand, "You going to make it easy for yourself and let me bind you, or are you going to fight back? Either way, you're going to come with me."

[Toolbox123]

Role Playing as Tool Box

Tool placed his wrists together, fists clenched, in a sign of one being ready to be handcuffed.
"Oh I know why you are here. But, despite my current position," he indicated his wrists together, "you will not bind me. Why? There is no curse strong enough to bind the dark lord. And... if you bound me, you would not be able to see what it is I have to show you."
He opened his fists, light poured from his hands filling the entire room, changing it from one of blood stained walls, to the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. A vision projected from Tool's mind displayed for all to see.
"Do you see the statue?" he asked, as the vison shot forwards through the hall, closer to the statue he mentioned. "Look at it."
Standing 50 feet tall, in the middle of the main hall, was a statue of Tool Box. Beneath it, a notice that read:
'Tool Box - Minister for Magic across the globe'
The vison changed, shooting up the elevator through the levels of the Ministry, to the Minster for Magics office. The door flew open and sat in the chair, reading the Daily Prophet while sipping firewhisky, was Tool Box. He smiled as the vison entered the room.
"Good to see you Carlow. What do you think eh?" the vison of Tool motioned around the room. "Not a bad little office you know."
The vison pointed to a small statuette on the shelf by the door.
"Got that conquering Germany." laughed the vison of Tool, as the vison changed again, moving this time to Berlin, 1915.
The streets were deserted, buildings lay broken and destroyed. Bodies littered the streets, while there, at the center, stood Tool Box. Berlin itself lay broken as German soldiers fought the front lines at the French border, unaware that a new wizard ministry would form overnight.
The vison died and the room swam back into view, the smell and sight of blood and death filled the senses once more, but the Dark Lord Tool Box was no where to be seen.

[Jenni]

Role Playing as Racheal Carlow

Racheal had come prepared for his trickery, but hadn't quite realised the extent to which he would play his little game; as she was transported to his own twisted version of the world she sighed slightly, showing her displeasure at being messed with. When the vision finally dissapeared she looked around the room, Tool wasn't in her view but she didn't move to look around, she didn't even move to check if he had left the room because she knew that he hadn't, "Tool, stop playing these games with me. If you wish to fight then show me yourself, don't hide. Or are you too much of a coward to fight me?" She teased him now, "Is little Tool too scared to come out, he just shows me something then runs away crying? Is that what you are Tool, a coward?"
She risked turning her head around slightly, before she muttered a spell which conjured a large fire ball which she threw to the floor, the fire spread burning everything in it's path but she just stood and watched it grow, "There really is nothing for it then... You're going to force me to fight you. You do understand however that the outcome of this fight will determine both our futures. Because we both know that you could never kill me, just like I could never kill you."

[Toolbox123]

Role Playing as Tool Box

The flames licked the remaining paint off the walls, and cremated the bodies of her spies he had killed. A cold and cruel laugh echoed round the room as the flames burnt brighter and higher.
"Fool." came a hiss in her ear, as Tool now stood behind her, leaning into her ear. "Do you think I brought you here to kill you? Do you think I brought you here to fight?"
He laughed again, pointed his arm to the window where it shattered into a thousand tiny shards. He pointed to the house across the street. The one she knew only too well.
"I've shown you the future." he hissed, "now, let me show you what you already know, what you've locked away somewhere tight inside your tiny mind. Now, let me show you the past."
The flames blurred slightly as the room seemed to spin with the force of the magic Tool was using. Then they were stood, in the same room though it was in much better condition. Toys littered the floor, children could be heard in the house and in the street. But most importantly, they could both see out, across the street, into the house that Carlow knew so well. A scream tore through the air as, across the street, the door to the house was blown to part. Kids ran everywhere in panic, as a tall hooded man stepped into the house. Shouts filled the air as the occupants of the house took fight against the intruder, but it was no use. Even then, only a few years out of Hogwarts, Tool Box was too powerful for any ordinary wizard to stop. His laugh filled the air, stretching the gap in time to where his older self, and the older Carlow, stood watching. The older Tool laughed along with his younger self.
"Go on Carlow. You remember this day don't you? You know what's going to happen. Why don't you go and save them?" he hissed mockingly.

[Jenni]

Role Playing as Racheal Carlow

Racheal tried to block the images from her mind, that day. She has successfully managed to banish the images from her mind fully but... Why was he showing her this? "You think that you can twist me with this?"
She sent some spells behind her, towards that terrible laughter. She sent several stunners but she knew that her would either block them or dodge them, "Stop messing around with things that you will never truly understand, the future will always depend on fate! There is nothing you can do to change that, that future will never be. Someday you will pay for what you have done, and I hope that I will be there, and I will be the one that laughs!"

She looked into the memory for one second, saw her own terrified face before she closed her eyes to the torment, she didn't want to see it, Racheal didn't want to remember what happened...

Toolbox had already wormed his way into the house, killing everyone who stood in his way. Racheal was so scared but her mother and father had left her alone. She didn't understand why.
Racheal had been playing with a small silver ball, a puzzle that she'd been trying to work out ever since her mother bought it for her, she knew that if she got inside it she could leave a message inside for the next person that opened it. Today would be the day that she finally managed to get it open.
She heard the terrified screams down stairs, hid behind a small set of drawers, she was still only very small, about 8 years old, she didn't understand why this was all happening, she just knew that it was. She couldn't have possibly known that that day would change her future and determine what would happen so many years later.
The small silver ball was in her hand as she cowered behind the cabinet when it clicked, Racheal looked up and watched the silver pieces float away and spin around, she let it go as it span faster and faster and then a message appeared before her, 'Fear is only a curse and can be cured by strength that comes from within.'
Racheal looked at it for a few more moments before she thought of her own message for the person that was now destroying her life, it closed just as the door to the room was thrown off its hinges.

She tried to block the rest of the memory again...

[Toolbox123]

Role Playing as Tool Box

The door, blown off its hinges lay in splintered shards upon the floor. The force of it could be felt even across the time gap in which the older Tool stood, as he let himself be taken back to that day...

He walked into the room swiftly and looked around. He couldn't see anyone, yet he was sure someone was up here. He could smell their human stench filling his nostrils as he crossed the room and looked out of the window. He could see the children in the street running, in the distance, sirens of muggle police coming to arrest him. He gave a small chuckle and turned away. He clicked his fingers and the bed destroyed itself, adding to the carnage of the room. He clicked them again, and the chest of draws shot to the other side of the room. Tool turned his attention to the wardrobe before looking back to see the child, cowering by the wall where the chest of draws had once been.

He marched slowly over to the child and looked down at her. He looked deep into her eyes, his evil boring into her skull. And then he stopped. Looked up. And walked away, destroying the wardrobe as he left the room and went upstairs...

[Jenni]

Role Playing as Racheal Carlow

She looked at Tool Box as he showed her the memory, showed her what happened that day. She opened her eyes and watched, she watched herself staring into his eyes and closed her own, reliving the memory inside her mind...

Racheal cowered in the corner, the chest of drawers she'd been hiding behind destroyed under Tool Box's wrath and anger. His power was immense and her eyes widened. She curled into a tighter ball, hoping that he wouldn't see her sitting there, hiding in plain sight. When he turned and looked at her she thought it was all over, her hand curled into a tight all, ready to attack just in case, he looked deep into her eyes and she looked deep into his. Her eyes showed her fear, but behind that fear was something else, something trying to climb out of the darkness and get free. The stupid and selfless bravery of a child who'd just lost everything, behind that so obvious fear was a brave and strong hearted fighter, ready to attack, ready to destroy at the same time.
In his eyes she saw his anger, but then hi hesitation as he turned away from her, destroying the wardrobe before leaving the room. When he walked through the doorway she stood up and ran up behind him, throwing the silver ball at him with all her might, it exploded before it even impacted, "I will remember you." Her voice didn't even shake as she shouted, lowering her voice she huffed, like she had drained herself of energy, "We'll meet again some day. Then, I'll be ready."
The fear had gone from her eyes as she looked at him assuredly, she knew what she was doing and she knew this could get her killed, but she didn't care. Maybe it was stupid bravery, maybe it was something else, she didn't really care about that either.

Racheal opened her eyes, she hda meant it back then, but she wouldn't hav ever been able to guess his reaction back then. She didn't know him like she knew him now, but they would always be tied to one another in some way, because of that moment, because of what happened back then. They could never kill each other, but even if one of them died first, they would be tied together again in some way. There was no way of escaping the bond that they had with each other.
Looking down at her robes she placed a hand in her pocket and pulled out the silver ball, "When I'm ready."

[Toolbox123]

Role Playing as Tool Box

The silver ball exploded, the force of which could be felt across the gap in time. The older Tool's hair blew in an ancient breeze, drifting across time to the room they were now in.

The voice, the nagging voice in the back of his head that told him to turn around and kill the child behind him, to kill the child who had just attempted to murder him. He turned, and faced the girl through the cloud of smoke, his eyes boring through it into hers once more.
"You cannot kill me girl." he hissed, his voice as quiet as the smoke itself, yet terrifyingly loud at the same time.
Tool had not arrived at this house to kill. No, he had arrived because this house served a purpose in his quest to bring back his light in this ever growing darkness. But people would not let him just get on with his task. No, they had to try and stop him, the Dark Lord Tool Box, but he could not let them stop him. But to kill a child... a child of Hogwarts, a child so close in age to her... to Rosanna... he would not do it. Killing was not a necessity, but collateral damage of his ways.
"I have seen, through the whole of time and space, Racheal..." he hissed. "I have seen your future, and my future. I have seen your fears, your joy, your triumphs and your downfalls. I have seen the day you die and it is not today. You are quite correct. We will meet again. And you will hunt me down, of course you will. You will hunt me for what I have done today, in a selfish act of revenge. In the years to come, that one last burning desire in your heart will be all that keeps you going through the turmoil of life you are about to now go through."
He gave a small, harsh laugh.
"Go, run now little Racheal. Let your new found hatred for me manifest itself over time. Because if I kill you now, then who's going to stop me later? Who's going to stop me killing all of them? Time can be re-written, Racheal, but if you do not run now, you won't be back here at all."
He turned, and continued on his way up the stairs.

"The whole of time and space..." whispered the older Tool softly in Racheal's ear... "Do you want to see them? I can take you back you know... I can take you there, you can see your mother and father again Racheal. Just say the word... I'll take you back to the day they died..." he whispered close to her before taking a step back, his arms out. "Or you could just kill me now." he said, slightly louder.