Wizard King
sorry I accidently deleted this chapter
Chap. one
A small four-year boy watch the lifeless body of his Uncle, cousin and his cousin's friend Pierce (?) through the grates of the cupboard under the stairs. He held tightly to his chest his favorite stuff toy dragon. A man dress in black was holding his aunt to the floor with one hand on her mouth and with the other pointing a gun at her head. The man was on top of his aunts raping her. There were three other people in the house; two were upstairs going through the rooms grabbing anything valuable and placing them inside black plastic trash bags the other a woman, as far as he could tell, had done the same thing, it was now in the kitchen place in the silverware and China in a box.
The boy was scared; he did not want to die. The boy held his dragon tighter silently praying for help. The boy knew that even though he was able to leave the cupboard he would not be able to make it to the door before the man kills him. If he was able to make it pass the evil man the boy knew that he wouldn't make it to the street corner before he passed out.
The boy was weak, hungry, and in terrible pain from the beating that this uncle Vernon had given him just some hours ago and for a four year old that boy was small. His uncle had beaten him so badly that he had passed out only to wake up an hour ago in cupboard when gunshots were fired.
He doesn't know why his family hates him so much, well mostly his uncle and cousin. Dudley, his cousin, had always made fun of him and called him names it was just recently that the Dudley had started to hit him. It didn't matter what he did or didn't do his uncle always found any excuse to hit him; if Vernon was late for work the boy would get a beating, if his uncle's favorite sports team lost another beating, if this uncle's car got flat tire to or from work it was somehow boy's fault he would get another beating. The only person that the boy liked from the Dursley's is his aunt Petunia. She is the only person who is nice to him. The only abuse he had ever received from his aunts was the verbal kind and that was only when his uncle was home.
"I'm finish John," said the man (now that the boy could see him better) coming from the kitchen.
"Good," said the man dress in black. "Go get Michael and Jason while I take this stuff to the ban and bring that gasoline."
The man that looks like a woman ran upstairs and the man name John began to take black trash bags to their ban that was in the garage. As soon as the man walked through the door in the hall that connected the house to the garage the boy began call his aunt.
"Aunt Petunia, (knocks on the door) Aunt Petunia I'm scared"
"Harry? Oh Harry thank the gods that you are alright."
"I'm scared auntie."
"shh, don't be, everything will be alright I promise."
The boy nodded "Someone's coming" he said
"don't make any noise Harry, not a single sound. You hear?"
There was the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs and a minute later three men entered the living room each carrying a black plastic bag. They pass by Petunia who was sitting in front of the cupboard door trying not to look at them.
"You know what, take this, John won't be the only one who'll get some tonight" one of the men said handing his back to one of his friends who took it and left.
"come here bitch" the man grabbed the aunt by the hair dragging her away from the cupboard.
"No please. No" the woman begged trying to get out of the man's grip
"shut up bitch" the man said as he back hands her.
the little boy watched as the bad man hit his aunt, his aunt spat on the man's face and kicked him in the testicles when she saw him take a knife from one of his pockets. Petunia kicked the man again in the testicles before kicking him in the face she grabbed the knife that the man dropped and went to unlock the door of the cupboard. The aunt removes the lock from the door and carried the boy and his toy dragon out of the cupboard as she turns around she finds a gun being pointed at her.
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