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Chapter 10: Dun…DUn…DUNN!

"Run…Must keep…running…just…a…RUN."

He tried to accelerate his sprint, just a little more. Trees were flashing at the corners of his eyes, but he took no notice to them, nor the sounds of footsteps approaching him. He could only see his next step with blurry eyes and hear his blood pounding in his veins, muffling partially his desperate gasps.

He was so tired, but adrenalin kept him running. "Just a little more" he repeated to himself. "Just a little…" he didn't get to finish his mantra. He tripped.

It seemed that the world stopped for its duration. He ceased breathing.

He heard long strides nearing his place. He attempted to make himself smaller, trembling all the time. Some stubborn tears escaped his eyes.

The footsteps halted.

One minute…two minutes…three minutespassed.

Harry raised his head, believing himself safe from his persecutor. Slowly, skittishly, he stood up. He made one step, then another. He began to make a tiny smile, relief palpable in all of his pores. He was safe. He Was Safe. A happy bubble made itself known in his throat, waiting to explode to the surface. He laughed hysterically. HE Was SAFE.

So focused he was in his relief that he didn't have even a minuscule opportunity to evade a pair of strong muscled arms that grabbed him from behind. He froze, pure panic blossoming inside him. Then, reality hit him and he began to struggle against those arms. But it was all in vain, they kept themselves around him as a steel prison; never braking, never giving an opportunity to flee from them.

Suddenly, he was free. So dumfounded about this he was that he didn't notice the arm retracting and then proceeding to swing itself until it make contact with his head. By then the only thing he got to notice was a pair of pale eyes and the curious marked arms. Then, he knew no more.

Harry waked in a dingy cell. He could hardly see with the mother of all headaches he had and the dim light didn't help. He raised a hand to his temple to try in vain to stop the pounding. He then tried to stand up, but quickly fell to the hard ground. He looked down just to see a fairly new chain connected from the wall to his ankles.

Throughout his migraine, he painfully remembered the previous happenings. He bolted up right in his panic to just get pulled down hard by the chains at the next second.

More aware of his situation, he scanned his surroundings. He was in a small rectangular cell made of solid rock, probably in a dungeon if the moldy scent could be trusted. There were strong bars made from some kind of metal that were preventing him to escape.

Outside, there were torches, that were few and far between them, projecting very little light. He counted three before they disappear in the dark. Also, thanks to them and to his superior vision product of his new body, he could see that there was more than one cell and a reasonable number of them were occupied.

He didn't get to see its inhabitants before loud ringing noises interrupted his observation, hurting his sensitive ears. He pressed his hand to his ears to try to stop it.

Then he notice many coordinated footsteps coming towards his general direction and heard loud bangs that probably signified the rude opening of his new neighbors' cells' bars.

It wasn't too long before one of the soldiers got to his cell. He gasped when he finally saw him. He, Harry was very certain it was a he, didn't look like any person he had seen before. He knew that it was one of the youkais that inhabit this world, but he hadn't seen one since he had arrive. He obviously had heard the villagers' stories and his own body was proof that they indeed existed, but it wasn't the same that really seeing one for the first time.

The soldier was tall, much bigger than him, overbearing his small, childlike frame. He had similar markings than him, except that instead of green, they were a deep purple and were located as twin stripes at the space between his eyes, by passing his nose. He also had a mark that reassembled a burning fire at his left cheek.

His body also had scaled patterns from what he could see in his arms and was wearing what he now knew to be a kind of kimono with some kind of breastplate over it and a chain mail under. He also was carrying a lance and a sword strapped at his waist.

But what most called to his attention were the two long horns at his temple and the pair of large and terrifying wings at his back.

The soldier opened his cell and thrust his spear at him, telling him to get out and follow the other prisoners, for that was what he was. He walked to them with at lance-point to assure no-funny business happening.

He snorted at that thought. Apparently being a prisoner, getting a new body and even travelling to a new dimension couldn't get his uncle out of his head.

He followed them through the dungeon, past the narrow stairs and up to the first floor. Nobody spoke during the journey, too afraid of the guards. Harry just imitated what they were doing, thinking it was for the best to not stand out. That way he would be safe, after all, he was just a small child.

He entertained himself by observing his fellow captives. What first caught his attention was that all of them were some kind of mix between human and animal, hanyous or youkais, he thought. He didn't know too much or have seen them enough to be able to distinguish the two.

They were also badly dress and the majority were teenagers, with few adults and children in between. He noticed with growing despair that he was the youngest of them all. Clearly what their imprisoner wanted to do with them wasn't for small children's to do or needed the strong headedness that adults possessed. They need teenagers, who had the physical abilities required and the capacity of being malleable. For what, he didn't know, but was very scared to discover.

Suddenly, they reached the end. In front of him, he could see the last part of the corridor they were walking. A strong light emanated from the open door. It hurt his eyes that were accustomed to the dim light of the dungeons. Harry squinted, trying to see what was behind that door. They were slowly getting there.

With a final thump, they reached the end.

A.N: Soooooooooo, like it? Finally we are really entering the second arc of the story! Have you already deduce what kind of hanyou is Harry? By now, it is pretty obvious.

Thank you all who Rea/Fav/Rew/Fal this story, it is really appreciated.

Also, what do you think will happen next? What kind of trouble have little Harrykins had found now?

And that's all for today! See you soon darlings!

XOXO (my sister has been obsess with GG this week, REALLY obsess)

Aria