He opened his eyes and looked around. It was evening, and the waves were thundering against the sand in the beach. A curious crab clicked its pincers before him, inspecting him closely, trying to understand if he was a threat or not. He slowly pushed himself up, and sat in a cross-legged position. Wiping the sand from his face, he looked down at his body, which seemed to be devoid of clothes. Groaning, he pushed himself into a standing position, wobbled slightly, but managed to keep his balance. He limped over to the water's edge, and taking a breath, walked into the water quite a distance before he stopped, and looked into it, his reflection greeting his sight.
His hair was midnight black, and its matted locks fell over his eyes. His face was angular, with a soft tone, and his eyes almond-shaped. Curiously ocean blue, his eyes had a confused look to it. There was a faint scar visible under his lips. His body had well-defined muscles, though not overtly muscled, and his arms bore veins that stood out clearly. He stretched his limbs, and looked curiously at his hand, marveling at the swirling feeling of magic inside it. He didn't exactly remember what magic felt like exactly; he only remembered bits and pieces.
A ship on fire. A family sticking close together. Spells flashing. A woman with a kind face, and auburn hair, golden eyes shouting. A child clutching to her father helplessly. Her golden eyes radiating disgust and apprehension at him. A man dodging spells and dueling him. Three men surrounding the auburn woman, who started off a fusillade of spells at them. Him and a man dueling in the bowels of the ship, the wall exploding, water rushing in. A jet green spell toppling the auburn haired woman over the railings of the ship, while a sickly yellow one exploding another man from within. Lastly, bodies littering the deck of the ship, and him approaching a little girl, them staring at each other on the sinking ship. Then a sudden spike of magical energy and the ship exploding….and a group of men appearing out of nowhere and taking the girl and vanishing into thin air as the explosion threw him into the sea. Then….a blank.
Could he still do magic? He didn't have his wand with him. How would he understand the intensity of his magic then? There was a way. Wandless magic was rare, but it could be done. It was worth a try. He watched the crab slowly moving on its way. Then, he flicked a finger at it, and whispered,
"Crucio."
Immediately, the crab turned upside down, its legs kicking furiously in the air, its whole body convulsing. A sudden sense of satisfaction filled him, as euphoria rushed into him, and he started laughing. Oh, for sure, he was enjoying this too much! He lazily flicked his fingers and turned his hand sideways. The crab levitated into the air, still convulsing, and turned sideways, slowly. This was too bad. He needed to control the crab. Control was the keyword. Those who had control were the only ones worth. Control was everything. He would no longer feel helpless. He would no longer feel desolate. He would control things now. And he would start with this hapless, little crab, to teach them all a lesson. There was only control in the world, nothing else.
"Imperio." He spoke.
Immediately catering to his whims, the crab stopped convulsing, although he had not yet lifted the Cruciatus. This was a new technique, he mused. Yeah, this was good torture. The crab would feel immeasurable pain, but wouldn't express it. This was how this was supposed to work. Control taught pain to move back. He willed it, and the crab dragged its body along the sand. He willed it, and the crab started tearing off its own limbs. At this sickly sight, he began laughing again. What was better than control,ever? Nothing, nothing!
He intensified the cruciatus, and watched with amusement as the crab tore its limbs out, and collapsed in a heap. He intensified the crucio, and watched the crab trying to stand one-legged, but failing.
You idiot creature, what use is that one leg if you can't even stand on it? He mused.
Sectumsempra. He spoke non-verbally, as gushes opened on the crab's body. The crab fell to the ground, and tried to get up, but again fell.
He sighed heavily, at the stupidity of frail life forms who didn't know the worth of control. This had better be the end of the stupidity.
Diffindo.
And the crab's remaining leg chopped off. The crab collapsed on the sand, its pincers clicking feebly. He laughed at the sight. So much like those blasted idiots when I caught hold of them. He thought lazily, and again intensified the Imperius. The pincers started fighting with themselves, trying to tear the other out. This time though, he lifted the Cruciatus. This was much better than that curse; too much pain might distract the crab from tearing out its pincers and lift the Imperius. Better be like this only. The crab was so fortunate, he thought. It was being a perfect example of the importance of control. And its life would end with control also, oh no, not with a torture curse. It was much more fun to have it shred itself to bits, he thought with a smile.
After some time, when both of the pincers had been torn off and the crab lay quietly on the ground, he murmured again.
"Avada Kedavra."
The Killing Curse was but the pulling of the curtains across the stage; he doubted the crab was still alive. Even if it was, it deserved the honor of death for living through so long. He looked at himself, and smiled. With a flick of his hand, clothes appeared on him, the dragonskin armor snug beneath the robes he wore. Looking around, he spied a tree, and not even bothering what tree it was, he broke a branch, and fashioned himself a wand. As he twirled the wand in his long fingers, he felt exhilarated at the feeling of the untamed wandless magic inside him controlled by the wand in his hand at last. He smiled at the body of the crab, and conjured some foxes, which hurried at the crab. He turned and walked into the main road, and disapparated with a pop.
He appeared on a roadside, and eyed a car coming up towards him. He slowly walked towards it, his head bent at an odd angle, his left leg dragging across, with a heavy limp which he suddenly noticed. Signaling the car to stop, he asked for a lift. There was a man and a woman in the car.
"Need a ride?" The man smiled at him.
"Yes, please." He spoke in a smooth voice.
"Get in, lad, then."
He smiled at the man, and hoisted himself into the backseat of the car.
"Where're you from, lad?" The man asked.
"Oh, I just got here."
The man turned to him, and said, "And you'll go where?"
"Oh, I will get there."
The man looked at him suspiciously.
"There's something funny with you, lad." He said.
"Oh dear, let him keep his secrets." The woman playfully admonished the man.
The man winked at him, and said to the woman,
"Give the lad here a name, dearie, will you?"
The woman smiled playfully at him, and said,
"There's something about the way you carry yourself, you know?" she continued. "You almost look like….a predator. There's also the way you walk, seems almost like….a jungle cat, no no…a wolf? Yes, much like it. One could almost call you Wolf." She laughed.
He sent her an enchanting smile, and said, "That's a good name."
"You're welcome, dearie." The woman turned back to the front.
"Actually, you must forgive me," his voice took a deadly, menacing, dark tone, "I never got to say thank you to you two."
And the woman turned sideways to see the man's head slide off his shoulders with a flash of blue light, most possibly coming from….a stick? Which the man in the backseat held in his hand. She screamed.
He gently said in a deceptively reassuring voice, "Now, now, I'm not that big bag of a wolf, I prefer moans better than screams, you know. Imperio."
The woman's screams suddenly stopped, and though her eyes were terrified, all that came out of her mouth were moans of pleasure, as he rolled up his sleeves and flicked his wand, and pricks of blood appeared on the exposed parts of her body.
"Keep moaning, my dear. That's a much better turn on than those blasted screams." He said, smiling, "Let's have some fun with ourselves, shall we, then?"
The woman felt pain explode in her whole body as her clothes vanished and she could see words carved into everywhere on her body, blood dripping but she couldn't understand why she was moaning pleasurably.
"And now the Wolf comes for you next, Serpent Lord." He hissed.
The woman's last sight was the man laughing maniacally before her, holding a strange stick, and a sentence that had carved itself into her body, everywhere.
Courtsey of the Wolf.