I am so sorry that I've taken so long to update. I've been really busy with school and especially my family, and haven't found much time to sit down and type. Well, the chapter is here now and I'm getting out of school in two weeks so definitely expect chaps to come sooner than the long waits I've been giving you. Ugh, if I only I didn't have to take exams soon and type instead.
Chapter 4: Trained to Kill
Will moved the sword in her hand swiftly and slashed her victim across the cheek. His howl of rage didn't bother her, nor did the screams of agony that escaped the man's lips as she stabbed him again in the lower stomach. Her thoughts constantly reminded her of what must be done and she could never, never stray from the ultimate goal. That wasn't the way to balance the universe with power and justice, as Voldemort had put it, and it wasn't what Will had been trained to do.
Blood began dripping all over the floor and the man swaggered away from Will clutching his wound that was bleeding freely. Will had sweat tickling down her hairline. She stepped forward and kicked him to the floor. The Death Eater was done with pleading for his master. The moment he saw the girl with red hair, he already knew what was to become of him. Breaths becoming shorter and slower, he made one last attempt with his wand.
"Cruc-"
Will slashed at him again and stepped over the fallen body. His lungs were filling up with blood. She just walked on, feelings of guilt bouncing off of her as if she was surrounded in a bubble.
"Very good, finish it off." Voldemort chided. Will looked back at the body lying, almost dead, on the ground.
"But he will die soon from the blood-"
"Do you dare disobey an order?" Voldemort said angrily, and seemed amused. Will seemed taken aback.
"I will do it, Master."
Will didn't sigh or put up a fight to her order. Turning around, she stared coldly at the dying traitor.
"Avada Kadavra."
Not a scream was heard as a blinding flash of green light passed through her wand and hit the Death Eater. He stayed still, and he wasn't gasping for breath anymore. He was dead.
"Good. Clean cuts next time, Will. He's dripping all over the floor." Will nodded and slipped her wand inside her belt. She looked back one last time at the man she had killed and started to walk off.
"Oh and Will."
Will paused in walking, but didn't turn around.
"Next time you question me, and you will get the same thing that he tried to do to you."
She stood there for a few more seconds and then walked on.
Will walked straight through a long corridor that would later lead into her room. A Death Eater saw her and his expression turned to that of fear and he slipped though an open door and out of sight. Further along, Bellatrix brushed past her and sneered with a cold expression that Will returned with a malicious smile.
Okay, so they don't all fear her, Will reminded herself as she stepped down some stairs with long strides. There is only one that everybody fears.
Her thoughts went back to Voldemort. She remembered how he ordered her to kill the traitor and then threatened her with the cruciatus curse. Why do I put up with all of this? Why don't I just, run away or fight back? A small voice answered in the back of her head, "Because, he saved you from death and gave you a new life. You have nowhere else to go, nobody who cares..."
Will pushed the voice away as she finally reached her bedroom and disappeared behind it. She walked toward her bed and collapsed on top of it.
"Another day...another kill..."
Will sat up in the large bed and looked at the mirror in front of her. It was so amazing how much like her Guardian self she now looked. Sixteen, tall and mature with her same short red hair and brown eyes. She wore a pair of black pants and a tank top which hugged her curves which had (suddenly) sprung up over the past two years.
And what had she been doing for the past two years? She had been here in the Underground with the rest of Voldemort's followers, training and learning how to be a witch. A powerful witch she really was, just as Voldemort had guessed when he first saw her. She could hurt and kill with an easy flick of a wand. Nothing ever stopped her when she knew what she had to do, not that anyone didn't try. Voldemort's guinea pig, Voldemort's "daughter", whatever everyone was calling her, there was some truth to it.
It seemed that this way of living had corrupted everything that Will had ever known. She laughed at the idea of giggling over boys or squabbling for ice cream like other teenagers did...or how she used to be. In fact, Will could hardly remember anything of her life before Voldemort saved her. It was all becoming an empty hole that she never bothered to fill in again as the details began to slip away, a dark and difficult path that she never wanted to cross again.
I wonder what time it is, Will wondered as she stifled a yawn. I haven't seen the sun in ages, I don't even know if it's day or night. Will sighed and fell back gently on her pillow. Her eyes began to close before she could prevent herself from softly falling asleep...
Will's arms felt like lead stretched out in front of her as she struggled to move through the darkness. She couldn't see anything, not the ground she was walking on nor an exit to where she was walking of any kind.
A small fistful of light started coming ahead of her. Blinking, Will tried to move faster, so desperate to get out of the darkness. Her footsteps finally turned into a full sprint and the light got wider. I must get through, she told herself through clenched teeth. There was a longing for something that she didn't quite understand. There was just an empty feeling inside of her...Will had to know.
Will collapsed onto the grass and looked up into a sky swirling with black clouds. Figures were jumping everywhere and screaming and Will couldn't get used to the confusion.
What's going on, she wondered as she stood up on her shaky legs.
An old man with a long beard and half-moon glasses ran by her and started battling two men in black cloaks and hoods shooting beams of green at people that instantly fell to the ground dead.
"Out! Out! You three, get away from here! Keep fighting, Order! You can't let Voldemort get to her!"
More confused than ever, Will turned and looked to the side where a man with bright red hair grabbed three teenagers and started yelling to be heard.
"Ron, Harry, Hermione! This is no place for you three! You Know Who is here and-"
"Mr. Weasley, what does he want with the people here? What did Dumbledore mean?"
"Don't argue Harry! We need to get out of here."
Will's eyes moved upward and they connected with the boy's green ones before the man tried to apparate them away from the chaos. Will stared and a voice called out her name, but it wasn't the three kids, the man's, or the old man with the beard.
"Will!" a trembling voice shouted.
"Hmm?" Will moaned. She finally realized where she was and sat bolt upright in her bed. What time is it, she found herself wondering again as she rubbed her eyes and let them refocus at the small light coming from her doorway. Wormtail was standing outside her room with a candle and was still calling her name for Will to wake up.
"O-our Lord wants you." he told her. Will looked at him before kicking off her blankets and walking right past him.
"Miss-"
"I can manage to find my way in the dark, Wormtail." She told him shortly. She wanted to add, 'can you?', but now was not the time for her sarcastic remarks. She wasn't even fully awake enough to enjoy the humor of his squabbling anyway.
She hopped up the steps and moved swiftly through the corridor. Her head was still pounding from the vivid dream she had just had.
So, she thought to herself as she stepped up the pace. Voldemort didn't like to be kept waiting. So, Harry Potter and his sidekicks, along with that old man Dumbledore were there when IT happened. Her blood began to boil, and yet she was kind of shaking. That was the first time that she had ever seen any part of the battle that killed her mother and Matt since the day she met Voldemort. Will rubbed her head in confusion.
"It doesn't make sense." she whispered while rounding a corner. "How come I don't remember anything? Why have I only seen a couple of flashes of memories that I don't even remember when everyone else in the world seems to know what happened to me!"
Will came up to the door she was sure Voldemort was behind. She took a deep breath and tried to clear her mind. No emotion, Will, she scolded herself. He can sense it. Forget that dream and focus on what's happening now. Just clear your head from those horrible days, those are a thing of the past.
Taking another deep breath, Will gathered herself together and pushed the door open.
It was even darker in here than it was in the corridor. Will brought out the wand from her belt.
"Lumos," she whispered. The light shone brightly, and then dimmed for a few seconds before going bright again.
"Ugh, cruddy wand. I need to buy my own."
Will sensed movement in the darkness up ahead of her and her wand actually went out. Darn it, Will moaned in her head. This piece of junk can only kill right. Weirdly though, her eyes magically adjusted to the dark and she could see the tall figure of her master walking toward her.
"Lumos." Voldemort said. The large room was instantly filled with light. Will smiled at her master's spell and walked forward.
"You called for me?"
Voldemort moved forward a bit.
"Yes. I am still impressed with your training lately. You will go farther than most of my followers perhaps."
Will smiled in pleasure, but knew that he was about to go on.
"I have a mission for you. Do you think you can handle it?"
Will nodded, eager more than ever to prove herself that she was worthy of all the effort he gave to her. Voldmort's thin mouth twisted into an evil smile.
"You will go and track down Harry Potter. Discover his weakness and bring him to me. Will, you will kill Potter." Voldemort declared. "Do you accept this task?"
A breath of longing escaped her lips and she nodded.
"Yes, I accept the mission."
"Good. You can go rest now. Tomorrow, you can start."
Voldemort cut the lights out and Will could feel him moving away as she turned herself around and marched back to her room.
"This is wonderful." she whispered gleefully. "He has actually entrusted me to this task. Not Lucius, not Bella, or any of his other Death Eaters, he chose me. A deep sense of pride filled her body when all of a sudden, she could see Harry Potter looking at her from her dream.
"Everything will work just as Lord Voldemort wishes. I will kill Harry and bring the world to justice. I will be honored among all his Death Eaters when we win the war that is to come."
Will swatted the face staring at her in her head as if he was an annoying fly and finally got inside her room. A familiar thrill shot through her. She was in the blackness of night. The only powerful witch to go from so much good to so much evil. Will was definitely the princess of darkness. She leaned against her door with a smile.
"After all, tomorrow is a new day."
Okay, next chapter we actually get to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. It'll probably not be anything terribly exciting, but there will be plenty of that in later chaps anyway. Hope you liked it. Review, review, REVIEW!
