Unspoken Chapter 1

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My body jolted when I heard her scream. I had heard that scream before; one mixed with panic and fear. A desperate primal cry like and animal that sees its end coming.

Seemingly of their own accord, my legs had already started to carry me towards where it came from less than a moment after I heard it happen, down an alley I had walked past. It did not take me long to come around the corner and upon the source of the scream. What I found there was far from anything I had expected. Maybe some thugs robbing a defenseless girl or maybe someone injured. Hell, someone trapped down a well was higher on my list than what I came across; a girl in some sort of medieval robes kneeling in front of a man in a sort of grim reaper costume who was pointing, at least from what I could tell, a stick at her. Most shocking of all was that she seemed more afraid than if a gun were pointed at her. Tears streaked down her face and her eyes were screwed shut as she sobbed and begged desperately for mercy.

"Now," the robed man suddenly said, cutting off her sobbing, "I think it is time I teach a filthy little mudblood like you a lesson!" His voice was deep and raspy, and as he began to flourish his stick in a weird pattern, I dove towards him.

"Cru-" was all he said before my fist smashed into the side of his hood. It was a solid hit, right in front of his ear on the jaw line from what I could feel. There was a little pop as his jaw dislocated from its socket, followed by a heavy thud as he fell to the ground.

I was on top of him nearly before he even hit the ground. With one hand I grabbed his right arm and twisted it up towards me to keep him still, and with the other I pushed down on his left shoulder. He continued to struggle despite how far his arm was pulling backwards, and with another sickening pop, his arm pulled from its socket. Surprised, my grip loosened on his shoulder, and he rolled me off from atop of him.

He would have had me if not for the fact that it appeared he went to attack me with his right arm. This was enough time for me to have regained my senses and bring my foot up and slam another blow into his jaw. A different sounding pop was probably his jaw being pushed back into place, but the crunch as it broke inwards made that no cause for him to celebrate.

I looked into his eyes at this point, but instead of pupils his eyes were a swirl of grey smoke. Still he did not scream, but his jaw moved af if he was trying to say something. When only a gurgle came out, i spring from my knees and smack my open hand into his forehead and push his head back into the ground. It hits hard, but he still moves under me, and so I pull up on the bit of his hair and robe in my fingers, and smash it into the ground again even harder. This time he lay still.

Standing up, I paused for a second and looked at his lifeless body. When he groaned and his arm began to move again, I quickly brought my foot up and down on his skull. To my surprise, my foot crushed through and smashed solidly into the ground. Gray mush coated in red blood squished out around my foot, and more blood soon began to seep out from around it at a rapid pace. It was only seconds before a large red pool had formed around the hood of the dark cloaked man.

It was not until the blood reached where I had stepped back that I regained my senses and remembered where I was. Turning to the girl from before, I was again startled. The look on her face was horrified at what she had just seen, and she was sitting back against a wall where it appeared she had scrambled back to after seeing what I had done.

I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could I heard footsteps from down the alley. I quickly turned to see three men dressed in dirty and ragged clothing come from around the corner. The one in the front started to speak as they did so.

"Hopefully the masters puppet has finished with that girl by now, we don't -" was all he said before he saw the scene. He let out a roar as he jumped towards me, covering the more than 15 foot distance with a single inhuman bound.

I brought my arm up and braced my body against him, but the momentum of his weight brought me down like I was barely there. He had an abnormally large mouth, which creaked as it opened to reveal large canine teeth as he went to bite my throat. I brought my arm up in time for it to take the bite before my neck did, as my other hand scrambled desperately for something to hurt this monster with.

I was screaming as his large sharp teeth ripped through my skin, and he started to shake his head back and forth, tearing into my arm and spraying blood down on my face and into my open screaming mouth. More and more blood started pouring out of my arm as my fingers finally brushed what felt like a wooden stick, which i grasped in my hand, and without thinking, stabbed it with all my strength into his neck.

Needless to say, his mouth let go of my arm as he cried out a painfully loud scream of pain. I pulled my weapon of convenience out and stabbed him with it again, in the side this time. He gave out another scream and went to rip out my throat again. Once more I stabbed him in the side, but as I did so several things happened.

First, the stick broke. Which for a brief instant made me lose a little hope that I would survive this.

Next, my arm felt as though it was on fire and being electrocuted. Which hurt a bit, even more so than my other mangled and bloody forearm.

Then, a small red explosion happened where the stick broke, which simultaneously blew a sizable hole in my attackers side, and launched his now lifeless body against the opposite wall of the alley. The explosion also whipped my arm painfully against the ground, but surprisingly I kept my hand, even if I couldn't really feel it.

As I stood up, I suddenly felt a great surge of energy from my arm that spread all through my body.

The other two men reacted negatively to the death and defeat of their leader. One shouted "your dead!" before launching himself at me. This time though I was ready and rolled away. He wasn't expecting this, and he collided face first with the wall only a foot behind me. He crumpled to the ground and began to groan. I noticed that where his head hit there was a sizable indent in the cement wall. The other man, now wary, stopped a few feet away from me as he hesitated to attack.

Quickly deciding that a good offense would make a good defense, I jumped at him before he finished studying me. He was caught off guard as In my hand I still held the broken stick, which I stabbed straight into his chest right past his arm which had come up to block me, and went into his heart. He stood there for a few moments looking at me; mouth slightly open and a look of complete surprise on his face. Then, I watched as the slight shine of life in his eyes faded and his now lifeless body crumple to the ground next to the body of the man in the black robes.

A grunt escape from the man on the ground behind me. I turned to see that he had awoken and was trying to lift himself from the ground. Before he regained his senses and could attack me again, I jumped over to him and slammed my knee into his back, pinning him to the ground. Then quickly I grasped his long dirty black hair and pushed his head into the ground with what little strength I had left.

I distinctly remember several loud cracks like a whip, and then a man shouting "Stupefy!" as I turned towards the new sound. I saw a brief flash of red in the corner of my eye before nothing but darkness.

A/N Wow, I'm actually going for a HP fanfic. I never thought I would be confident enough in one of my ideas to do one, but here I am writing one!
Anyway, I intend for this to be a purely original story set in the amazing world of J.K. Rowling's imagination. I have a rough outline of where I want this story to go, but for now I'm going to focus on writing and editing the first several chapters, then releasing one every day, or all at once and then waiting for responses after several days. So if your reading this and the next chapter isn't up, please leave a review of what you think and be ready for the next chapter tomorrow, or enjoy the next couple of chapters and then do so if you would like.

Thanks for reading!