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Post by Dr. Bunchington on Jul 2, 2006 11:38:23 GMT
Munchy was desperate. His mind was doing cartwheels. The stolen memories in his head would not cease tormenting him. Over and over again he could see it as if it were his own actions. it wasn't the act itself that scared and horrified him, it was the nature of the emotions behind it. Long ago in Dr Bunchington's past he had undertaken tasks that would've made anyone else shy away from the ministry. He had been their man with no conscience. he had taken on the role of assassin, of theif and of countless other unlawful deeds but the actions of the boy made his whole body convulse when he thought of them: -Something he could not stop doing. Of course the nature of his present physical condition didn't help things. He was old and frail and his body could not cope yet he faught and faught what would one day take him. The horrible thing was Munchy had a feeling that day would soon come. And so, Munchy did in the room of requirement. He did in total darkness from his own mind. He hid hoping he could push the memories away once more. And then once more again until the day would come when they would be dealt with once and for all.
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