Chapter 3- The Hunter
A: N- This chapter is totally different. The beginning is the only thing that stayed the same, I belive.
By- RavenHeart101
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
Last Time
Harry turned a corner only to be met with nothing, only silence. He looked down at his feet, knowing he had not imagined it. The road was soaked in blood. It covered his old sneakers, and the edges of Dudley's hand-me-down jeans. He almost retched right there and then. Suddenly a hand covered his mouth, and pulled him back against a muscular body. A few minuets later a voice broke through Harry's distressing and jumbled up thoughts, "Well, well, well. Who is this? An innocent, looks like I'll have to kill it." Harry's head shot up.
"Who are you?" His guard was up, his brain was screaming DANGER! DANGER! RUN! RUN DAMN IT! However, he could not the- whatever it was- hold was too strong, and he soon felt himself fall into a world of unmerciful darkness…
"Have you found him yet?" Phoebe asked desperately to Piper and Leo. Piper gave her little sister an exasperated look.
"No, Phoebe, we have not found him yet." Piper said her teeth clenched in apparent anger.
"Well, what are you waiting for, woman! Get to work!" She yelled at her sister. Prue groaned and put a hand to her aching head.
"Must you yell Phoebe?" She asked angrily.
"PRUE!"
"Oh my god!"
"Are you all right?!"
"What did he do to you?" Prue was bombarded with questions the moment she looked at her sisters. She held up a hand to silence the three of them… and promptly fainted.
End Last Time.
His head burned as he opened his eyes only to shut them hard trying to block out the light. Someone's foot collided with his side. Harry winced, "Shut up, kid," a male's voice spit out.
"Hey! Leave him alone!" A woman said to his right. Harry opened up his eyes slowly, he pushed himself up, keeping his hand behind him to help him sit. The man who had kicked him was glaring at the woman. The woman had brown eyes and red hair. Harry didn't recognize her, who was she?
"You will not speak to me like that!" The man sneered, "I deserve your respect,"
Harry could not help himself, "What, the only respect anyone in their right mind would give you would be a respectful death. Not even a funeral, nope, a respectful death. You would be shot right between the eyes, or stoned. What ever you find more respectful Mr. Who-ever you are." The man glared at him.
"Why you little," He took a step forward, leaning towards Harry, he whispered, "I could kill you right now, boy."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "But, you wouldn't now would you? You need me for some unforeseen reason, or else you wouldn't have kidnapped me."
"That's it!" The man raised his hand, a fiery substance forming, he aimed it at Harry. "You'll pay-"
"Trainer! Get out here!" Someone's voice pierced through the door… a woman's. Her voice was quiet but menacing all the same.
"We're not done." Trainer stalked out of the room, his black hair flowing behind him while his black eyes glared daggers, if looks could kill. He locked the door on his way out.
The red head pushed herself over to him. "You ok?" she sounded concerned
"Hopefully," Harry said with a wince finally realizing that his head was throbbing. "I'm Harry by the way, you?"
"Paige," She smiled at him.
"How come everyone I meets name starts with a P?" He muttered under his breath, damn people and their P's. Paige gave him a curious look.
"What?" She questioned curiously.
"Nothing just confused that's all." She smiled. Why is she always smiling? I need Malfoy in here; let's vent some anger… and confusement. Why is everyday of my life so annoying? Why? Harry asked himself, he glared at the wall; yeah let us take our anger out on the poor wall. Angry with himself he just kept glaring at the wall. He imagined it blowing apart. Harry closed his eyes smirking when he imagined the wall again, pushing outward. Paige shrieked a piece of wall came flying at the door. Just as Trainer walked in. He was smacked in the head by the rock; he looked on at Harry calculatingly.
"You little," He took the piece of rock raising the rock to smash Harry in the head. Paige did not know what came over her.
"ROCK!" She screamed holding out her hand. Blue lights surrounded the rock and it landed in her hand. Paige's eyes where fearful and Harry looked up in amazed puzzlement.
"What the h-"
"Trainer? What is going on in there? I thought I heard a crash." The woman's voice came again. The doorway opened, revealing a woman with piercing black eyes and short electric blue hair. She glared at Trainer in annoyance. "Honestly Trainer, just because we're supposed to keep them here for Belthazor doesn't mean you have to be so mean to them." She had the motherly sound of voice, one that reminded Harry a lot of Mrs. Weasley… except she was not Mrs. Weasley. He had no idea who she was, and judging by the fearful look in Paige's eyes neither did she.
"But, Karrissa." Trainer moaned like a little kid. "He's annoying. And a smart mouth. And she is no fun! Why do we have to keep her?"
"Because she's related to the Charmed One's Trainer. For goodness sake, can't you just do as you're told without asking questions?"
"Why do you have to be so mean?" He asked pouting slightly. The edge of Harry's lips quirked upward slightly, they reminded him so much of Ron and Hermione.
"What are you smiling at?" Karrissa asked coldly to Harry, seeing his lips quirking upwards.
"Uh, no-nothing." He stuttered, fear showing in his eyes despite his best efforts to hide it.
"Of course." Trainer said sarcastically. "Just wait 'till Belthazor comes. You are going to die kid. You and that pretty little girl to your right." He nodded toward Paige.
"That's his left, you conceited idiot." A voice snarled at the two what-cha-ma-call-its. A boy with spiky auburn hair stood behind the what-cha-ma-call-its. The two groaned.
"Not you again! Didn't you get the hint last time, kid, you can't beat us!" Karrissa said angrily while Trainer smirked.
"Said who?" He demanded angrily, he looked about sixteen, seventeen, maybe even eighteen. "Your precious leader Belthazor. Where is he by the way?" The boy cocked his head to the left thoughtfully. "Not here?"
"Of course he's not, kid. Do you see him anywhere?" Karrissa said sarcastically.
"Just because I can't see him doesn't mean he's not here." The auburn haired boy snarled out. Harry took in a deep breath, causing the nearly silent room to look at him in anticipation, anger, concern and calculation.
"So what are you going to do, huh, kid?" Trainer sneered, like he got the whole thing figured out.
A knife appeared in the teen's hand. It's gold and silver blade reflecting the sunlight onto the wall. "This." He said his flicked his hand at one of the… (Running out of creative ideas) evil- kidnapping- confusing- identity stealing- murdering- headache causing- jerk- idiots, and threw the pretty, glittering knife at the other. The knife landed in the (AHHHH! THINK CREATIVLY!) dude without a brain's heart and the dudette with a horrible hairstyle flew into the wall opposite him. The dude without a brain and or heart became engulfed in flames, and soon began running around the room like a chicken without a head until the only thing left of him was ashes and the knife, which was soon back in the owners hand.
The teen grabbed hold of Harry and Paige causing the three of them to disappear from the room in less than a second. The dudette with a horrible hairstyle still out cold on the floor beside them…
"Piper have you found him yet?" Prue (who had just woken up from her momentary sleep-rest) and Phoebe asked persistently.
"For the fiftieth time, no. I have not found him yet!" She was annoyed and just wanted some sleep. It had been a hard day for all three- wait sorry forgot Leo- four of them. However it was mostly hard for the three of them.
"Why don't you three get some rest. We all need it." Leo pointed out, noticing how the sisters were about to fall out of their chairs due to sleep deprivation.
"No, Leo. I'm not leaving this couch until I find him." Prue said determinedly.
"You're not thinking straight. A good night's sleep will help everything. It will make it easier for all of you to concentrate on the task at hand." Piper had to agree.
"I'm with Leo here guys. We all need our rest."
Phoebe agreed after a few moments of thought, she was very tired, leaving only Prue. Majority rules, or say they have been told so the four of them headed to bed. Neither planning to sleep to long. They needed to find Harry.
Paige observed Harry, concerned. He had a huge gash above his left eye that none of them seemed to notice before. The boy who had saved them had somehow managed to get the three of them to Paige's apartment in a manner of seconds. She still felt a little sick due to the way things had happened, however, Harry was her main priority.
"Harry? Are you okay?" She asked desperately kneeling down in front of the shaking teenager. The auburn haired boy turned away from the window and walked over to the two of them. Paige turned her eyes onto him. "And who are you, Mr. Savior of the Damsel in Distress?" His lips quirked up in a slight smile.
"Ryan." He said simply.
"Ryan what?" She asked back.
He looked down at his shabby shoes. "I don't know what. I never knew. I usually just go by either kid, The Hunter or Ryan."
"The Hunter?" Paige asked confusedly. Harry looked up through his dark lashes, his now blue eyes observing the older teen before him.
"You make it sound so Buffy the Vampire Slayer." Harry muttered, loud enough for both of them to hear. Ryan laughed.
"You'd be surprised at how much it is like that."
"Tell us." Paige said, demandingly. She wanted to know more, and she could tell Harry did too.
Ryan nodded. "I knew I'd have to." He half smiled apologetically. "Where do you want to start?"
Harry and Paige pondered the question, before looking at one another. Paige allowed Harry to ask the first question. "How did you learn wand less magic like that?" Neither of them expected that…