Digging my own...well

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

~ Barty is digging. Feverishly and obsessively digging. If his hands weren't already black from frost-bite then perhaps the skin would have completely worn away by now, it's difficult to tell. The wet mud freezes to his hands in filthy frozen clumps, making it appear as though he's wearing a pair of lumpy mittens. Yet still he continues, unable to stop his limbs as they tunnel him deep into a collapsing, makeshift shaft.

He hasn't a clue where Regulus is, or even where he is any more - everything is damp and black - his eyes clamped as tight as iron, unwilling to budge. Hurting himself or even Reg - that would have been understandable, even acceptable, but this self-made mudprison has overreached some critical boundary.

It's reasonably certain that Barty Crouch, Jr. has long since surpassed anyone's trapped-in-their-own-mind-horrifically quota, and, presently, with mud freezing in his hair as it slops down around him with the threat of imminent entombment, he decides that Hell has officially become overkill.

He screams, though he's fairly certain he's been doing that all along. ~

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[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*Barty's eyes are tearing up as his throat undulates in alarm and his airways grow blocked*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*face smears around in the mud like an unfortunate paintbrush*

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*not even his uncontrolled appendages can hold out over asphyxiation, as he suffocates his limbs revert to some measure of natural instinct and though Barty is far from being in control, he and his body are beginning to acquire mutual interests*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*Regulus has drowned and suffocated more times than he can count but it still frightens him just as much as it did when he died in 1979, it still makes his heart pound in terror, his lungs try to suck in a breath but all he gets is sludge while his mutinous body almost sensually suffocates him - or, as sensually as forcing someone to inhale mud can be*

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*Barty's hand finally falls away and his eyes finally snap open and he struggles to cough up the filth, however his freedom is short-lived, even while he coughs his hands have resumed their meaningless digging as the tunnel continues to collapse*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*in the melting hollow underground Regulus' spindly fingers contort in desperation as his watery, mud-filled lungs scream for air, then, as if to add a rotten cherry onto this mudslide, razor sharp teeth dig into his skin as a worm latches onto his cheek*

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*Barty has yet to encounter the worms, as though the things are actively avoiding him - ensuring the horror of imprisonment is not drowned out by pain - meanwhile, a rather large section of tunnel collapses with some degree of finality, blocking the limited light from the surface, entrapping both Reg and Barty together*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*deprived of air for a shorter amount of time than Barty, Regulus thrashes in deranged twitches under the earth as the pang of oxygen deprivation and fear control his body more than whatever unseen forces brought him to this point, the worm has made it through his cheek to gnaw mercilessly on his tongue*

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*as the last bit of salty earth is spat out, Barty renews his yelling*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*Regulus is nothing more than a pile of twitching mud*

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*he can't see, but he can hear the twitching, the wet slapping about of the mud, seemingly growing closer, some unknown beast drawing near*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*something scratches Barty's side*

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

OHFUCKING-

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*a mud bubble pops on the surface*

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

NONONONOTTHISAGAIN. I JUST GOT MY HAIR BACK!

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*it scratches again, but weakly*

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*his brain rails to scurry back in the damp darkness and press himself against the very end of the tunnel but his body doesn't even twitch in response*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*first, nothing - then the scratch comes again, weakly and softly enough to be recognisable for what it is, fingertips*

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*the fingertips stay on Barty's side, unmoving*

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*another armful of moist earth crumbles on top of them, burying Reg's hand and Barty's legs*