Chapter 1
Authors Note: Hope you like it, felt like being a bit evil today, so, here goes.
Disclaimer: I do not own HP or any of it's characters.
I watched as the pathetic body writhed on the floor. It was so helpless, and so amusing. The boy couldn't even think straight enough to scream. So much pain, and I caused it, this thought made me laugh, this thought made a feeling of power surge through me.
The curse upon the boy was almost to overwhelming, I was surprised he wasn't dead yet. But the Cruciatus curse was meant for torture, not killing. I smiled, this was wonderful.
The little part of me that had said it was wrong was silent now, dead. This was all right, nothing about it could ever feel wrong again. I needed this, I needed the power, the amazing sense of being in complete control of if this boy lived or died.
The boy looked up at me, his eyes pleading for me to stop the horrid torture I was putting him through.
"Do you want it to stop? Do you want to run away to your mummy?" I asked mockingly, "well isn't that sad, because I won't let you, because you know what I think? I think you are a useless thing that just needs to DIE! Avada Kadavra!" And he was gone.
The shaking stopped, as did the moaning, this saddened me. Now that he was dead, I could no longer watch his eyes become suddenly dimmer, or smell the fear on his breath. All was silent.
I knew that now that this had happened, now that it had felt so right, it would be vital that I got to do it again, that I was able to control another persons life completely. I wanted to make more people suffer, make them feel the pain that I could give them.
I looked again down at the dead boy. I hadn't even known his name, but I had tried something new, and I had loved it.
I lifted his body into the air and disintegrated it. Not bothering to sweep up the dust that was left behind, I walked out onto the street.
Sorry it was so short, I wanted to kick things of with a dramatic short BANG! Hope you liked it, PLEASE REVIEW!