Truth
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Tom Riddle's POV on his need of power.
I had always needed the truth. The complete and utter truth, nothing more, nothing less.
My extracting the truth out of people showed I had power over them. Power that I had to have, otherwise I felt unnecessary. And it was true, my parents, my unknownparents, abandoned me as if I were worthless, unnecessary. I needed to know that I wasn't worthless and the only way I could was if I had that power.
I wanted people to know that I was worth something, I need to prove to my family, wherever they are, that they should never have abandoned me.
The truth wielded great power over people. Holding a truth in the form of a secret could break the weak it could make the strong stronger, truth could bribe people, truth could hurt people.
I enjoyed hurting people, watching expressions of acute agony cross their faces as I force them to feel a fraction of the heavy weight of painful truth that always resided deep in my belly.
Lies are also my life lying, being lied to. Making people lie to me and then torturing them when they do. Teaching them a lesson; don't lie to Tom Marvolo Riddle.
That is the first of my great secrets. My Name. Tom Marvolo Riddle, I am Lord Voldemort. It is essential to my existence to be able to shed my filthy Muggle name and have one that rings true to who I am.
It is one of my few truths.
A/N I didn't have the wordspace to write all I wanted to, please tell me if you want another.
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