CyberTech Worlds Clash

Chapter XLIX

No Hope

Hope was a name she scoffed at!

The name mocked her while she was trapped. Held prisoner. In a society that couldn't understand right from wrong!

Hopeless.

They believed that everything was right or wrong like normal people until someone of light-values told them otherwise. However, in a society of light and dark, good and evil. If the good says that something was wrong even when it wasn't how could a girl survive: alone – or some philosophy crap like that anyway.

The light worshiped the powerful White Wizards. That was the story of her whole world – well, not world-world, but, whatever. They didn't care whether the 'Great' White Wizard was wrong, using his influence for some greater good that wasn't good at all, and if he ever told anyone what this greater good was their head would explode with incomprehension because it was all gobbledegook. He let innocent people die because they were not pure enough for him to care about, or they had no magic at all.

She had noticed it over the years. The control. It was all about control. If you could get someone to do something for you without question whether through fear or benevolence. It all boiled down to control. That was why the White Wizard wanted her so much.

He needed to control her.

Though, maybe she wanted a slice of control herself. Was it wrong that she wanted power? Was it wrong that she wanted to control her own existence, and do her own biding? No, of course not, so she did so. She did everything and anything her way, not because it was practically the best idea, probably not even the second to best idea, but just because she could, and then she could kick the ever-loving shit out of any consequences, and it had worked out so-far, kind of, as some times doing a runner was quite the clever trick too.

Hope. She would sneer at the use of that name though. She could never gain control of that. It was another form of control. It was her second name. However, the Girl-Who-Lived was just Hope Potter to most. Most people believed that was her name. They didn't know her actual first name was Holly. It was frustrating and angering that even when she told them they didn't care. She wasn't really super attached to the name Holly or anything, but her mum and dad did give it to her, so she figured they wanted her to have it.

Therefore, the mindless masses still called her Hope. Their White Wizard used this. Making sure they called her what he wanted. Even though she had grown complacent enough to not answer to it. They would just get in her face until she had to listen to get them to leave her alone.

The name to her was ironic and foolish.

She hated them all!

Hope. She wasn't their hope.

She had no hope with these monsters. Why should she give these mindless followers any hope? She would rather destroy them all. Hate them. Kill them. They kept her caged, like an animal roaring to break its binds and break free.

Enslaved under their unjust, blind rules.

They beat her and held her back, and when she defended her own rights to survive, to be free, to love whom she wanted; they screamed at her with fury and hate; a hate that she could become her own person. She could feel the sparks of her anger coursing through her skin just thinking of them.

Holly used to just cry herself to sleep when she was small. She used to pray, begging for someone to rescue her. It had first been because of her guardians. Her aunt and uncle. Two people who had beaten and abused her since she was a little girl, and hurt her in any way they could get away with except sexually, thank what little mercies the world had left for her they had some limit to their depravity. She hated them so much. Her prayers went unanswered so she gave up; realising there was no hope.

She was thirteen when she defended herself from her cousin attempting to rape her, (fat fuck didn't have the same limit his parents did it seemed), and almost killed him. She had relished in his blood, cold and callous disconnect spread through her being with a shiver. She had felt good, smiling down at him as he screamed. She didn't need a focus for her power when she had so much hate and rage, and that was what helped her sleep at night: the thought of her vengeance.

The look on her aunt and uncles faces as they charged into her 'room' as the house shook, bricks shattering, every window in the house a shattered mess. That might have been the moment she realised boys were not for her – or maybe the moment she realised she wasn't sure she could trust anyone like that – with her. She had hated every male that came near her since that moment, and she knew that was pathetic and irrational, and maybe hate was too strong a-word.

However, that had been the turning point from manageable to hell. Not just for her, but she gave as good and then some. Her people claimed she was a muggle hater no matter how untrue that was. She actually preferred them. She would have gladly left the magical world to live with a nice muggle family – well, at that point, she would have left to live alone; she had the money for it.

The magical people did not seem to hold much regard for females – or maybe it was just they had no regard for 'heroic' females, or it was more likely just her, as they never seemed to treat any other girls like shit like they did her. She had saved her innocence from a fat fucking pig who could never get a girl in her league, or even one below her league. They knew why she hurt him, but they didn't care, because of the White Wizard. Albus Dumbledore and his benevolence.

He saw Holly as out of his control. He needed to stop her from becoming her own person – or staying her own person. Even the other girls blamed her. She had thought her best friend Hermione Granger was smart, but realised she made a mistake on that, and wished she could have been shot of her years ago.

Holly had concluded that women like her were always treated like shit. Second rate. It made her wonder whether witches like Morgan le Fay were treated like this, and she fought back too, all those years ago. Then other dark witches down in history as terrible muggle haters. Lies by the 'Great' White Wizards of the time to entrap the ignorant and gullible.

Since that day, Holly's life in the Magical World had gone from bad to whatever was worse than that. They treated her like a criminal just because of Albus Dumbledore. She knew he did it to control her, to make her turn to him. She would not ever. She was too stubborn and independent, and she hated him. After all, she had practically raised herself since her parent's murder so why would she turn to the piece of shit who left her on a doorstep to her abuse.

The day she became The-Girl-Who-Lived.

Holly wouldn't give in and become a slave. She had saved them all when she was fifteen months old and since then they had tortured her. She realised during her fourth year she didn't have any friends, but just people wanting to take, take, and take. They never offered anything in return and the selfish bastards just expected more.

It was just a few days ago, that she ran. She was fifteen and had to run, to keep her freedom. It all started two weeks ago when she had kissed a girl who owed her a life debt; it had all been a half-way joke really. She fancied the girl; she wasn't blind. They hadn't even meant to, but it just happened, as the other girl was being a bit bitchy, but not in a terribly horrible way, and they did it, it was slow, and they moved into it together. However, the Magical World were apparently homophobic, which seemed off colour for them, but anyway, Hermione Granger caught them snogging.

Holly? Hope? Whoever? She didn't know whether she cared anymore, but would have thought better of a muggle-born, but she should have known better herself. It didn't help that the girl she kissed panicked and sided against her too. Holly felt bad for the girl she kissed, being a pureblood, she freaked out, but Holly didn't care as much as she had expected, but as first kisses went it could have been much-much-much worse.

That's when some major bullying happened and Hope had no choice but to defend herself. This was when her wand was taken, and other than for classes, she was not allowed it, so she resorted to muggle self-defence. She was quite well versed in muggle fighting as Dudley: her piece of shit cousin had wanted to do loads of different martial arts over the years, because they were 'cool', and he watched too much TV, but he was a lazy bastard. He maybe went on to do two lessons of each before giving up. So, they didn't want a year or twos worth of lessons to go to waste so they forced her to go, which always struck Holly as weird that they paid for that many lessons, (as the packages must have been cheaper), after the second time Dudley quit out, but they probably enjoyed forcing her to go, making it like a punishment, (if Dudley couldn't do it, it must be torture). She didn't mind. She got to learn some new stuff and get away from the Dursley's, so it was a win-win situation for her.

Therefore, without her wand, Holly had to resort to using her fighting knowledge to defend herself from most of the school. She had kept up her practices even when the lessons ran out because she enjoyed them so much.

They made her feel free, and she had hoped to beat up the Dursley's someday as revenge.

It had never been so apparent; the Magical World hated for hatreds sake. Those who fought the evil Dark Lord Voldemort would hate and persecute her for being gay while crying over his name being too scary. It was fucking pathetic. It was worse that the female populous of Slytherin were nicer to her, and they were supposed to be evil.

Holly had soon been informed that she was being wed off to this filthy ginger bastard. She would rather die. There was no way in hell he would ever touch her. She had started plotting his murder just because she hated him that much.

However, Holly's breaking point was when she was arrested for nearly killing the son of a Death Eater as he and his friends tried to rape the 'filth' out of her. Their intention to show her how great boys were. Yeah. Maybe someday she should buy up the school or something and actually educate the students in not being braindead twats. That had done the opposite and made her more anti-boys than she was. She had torn his legs and knob off with her primal magic, and she relished in his pain.

She never did find out whether magic managed to fix him.

His legs?

Probably.

His todger?

She had to wonder how Darcy Malfoy was doing.

That thought scarily amused her.

Holly had been arrested with the intent to take her free will for her 'crime', and by Dumbledore's authority turn her into a breeding machine for the ginger bastard. The idea held no merit whatsoever. Whatever happened to her being the hero to defeat Voldemort, or whatever? Yeah. She had considered running to the bald snake freak and offering to help him take the UK Ministry and kill Dumbledore in exchange for him leaving the muggles alone, letting the 'impure' leave the country, and leaving her the heck alone. She doubted he would go for it, or more put his Death Eaters wouldn't like that idea. The Death Eaters enjoyed beating up and murdering the weak and defenceless.

She killed three aurors with her bare hands to get away, and then ran. They were all so weak and pathetic when they couldn't get at their wands. If she ran the ministry, training in unarmed combat would be a must, but then, understanding the difference between right and wrong, and telling pieces of trash White Wizards to fuck-off would be something else for them to learn. Though, she was a little stupid as she didn't take a wand. She had just grabbed a broom and fled.

She flew, and flew faster and faster. She had come to an ocean but kept going. She had almost fallen a few times because of fatigue, and at one point she almost slipped because of a disturbance in the air; she was pretty sure that was called turbulence, and it didn't help that she was tired and the sea air was freezing, and worst, she was sure the Aurors were following her.

However, she managed to find land again, thankfully.

Holly was thankful to find a nice place to crash, or set down as she came to an ocean side city with huge lagoon, a huge river, and lakes all connected to the sea, in the United States of America: Domino City according to a few signs she noticed. She had never heard of it, but it would do for a nice long rest. It was large and vast and she realised quite beautiful. She was a little unsure on cities, especially for crime rates as this was America, and crime was at its highest within big cities especially, but her muscles wouldn't let her be too picky.

She had found a quiet spot in a large park and pretty much collapsed under a bush. She was woken when someone had grabbed her ankle and dragged her out of her hiding spot. It was darker than before, she noted as her eyes flashed open, and the arse kicking the thugs got was only added to by her magic being unbalanced because of lack of sleep and her anger at being disturbed by some douchebag muggers. She left that spot and the three bastards in a bloody regretful pulp and entered back into the city.

It had been about an hour when Holly landed to rest in an alley as she had been looking around for a sign of a magical location. Perhaps MACUSA (pretty much magical congress or US ministry or whatever) would be a place she could hide. They didn't have great ties with the UK, so they might offer her asylum, which would be easy to get if they caught one of her pursuers, as they would gloatingly tell them why they were after her, which wouldn't be good for them if MACUSA really hated the UK Ministry as much as she believed.

It had only been about two minutes of rest that Holly heard them, and needed the groan for good measure. She ran leaving her stolen broom behind, barely avoiding the hexes flying at her. She shot around buildings. Some of the spells had been concussive and cut her, barely, or caused bruising as she staggered with the flow as she dodged; some of them were good shots.

Holly ran head first into one man who appeared in front of her, out of nowhere. Her knee smashing the wind out of his lungs before breaking his nose with a left uppercut as he folded over. She then grabbed his hair and smashed his face into the alley wall. Then threw him to the floor, stamping on his face for good measure with her boot. If you could make them stay down; they weren't going to be bothering you again any time soon.

Spinning, Holly clocked another in the face, cracking his head open with the wall as he appeared, the moment after she sensed him coming. She turned as another tried teleporting up on her. Her right foot kicking out and punting him in the nuts the moment he appeared. She grabbed his throat and smashed the back of his head against the wall while magic burned primal through her muscles, and letting his bloody body drop to the floor. It was surprisingly easy to beat up wizards as they were so physically weak it was just on the funny scale, and if they tried to enhance their own muscles they would break and cause themselves serious damage because of their lack of physical training.

Moving again, Holly ran forward as another man was apparating in. He appeared just as her right foot flung up as she jumped, catching him in the throat, crushing his windpipe. He fell to the floor, choaking, scraping at his neck to get some breath.

Holly continued running, trying to catch her breath. Sliding round another corner her right hand clenched and backhanded a man in the face. Splattering blood from his nose she lifted her left leg, foot coming down she shattered his right knee. He screamed in agony as she left him and carried on fleeing. She could only hope that she could continue dodging all of these spells. She could take care of all of them in close quarters, but when they kept their distance, they had the advantage of long-range attacks. However, they weren't too affective when that far as they were easier to avoid, and there were plenty of alleys to turn down.

They weren't trying to stun her like they preached to those who fought Death Eaters, but trying to hurt her. After all, Death Eaters were only raping, murdering, terrorists, but they were purebloods, so, so what? What was she…? Oh right, a fifteen-year-old girl-hero, let's punish her with violence.

Holly hid around a corner panting heavily, blood trailing from the corners of her mouth. Cuts and scrapes on her cheeks. Her school uniform torn and ripped hanging off her, and her dark crimson hair hanging to the middle of her back, matted with sweat and dried blood, tied at the end and base of her neck. Her green eyes were dull and lacking the lustre a happy life might have shone into them.

Under normal circumstances, Hope would be considered a beautiful girl, but she looked a mess now, and felt as if death might be her only way out. If she had trackers on her, she would need to change clothes fast as trackers on her wouldn't last long, but on her clothes they could be permanent.

Holly paused as a large man came charging around the building, and tripped as Holly stuck her foot out. He crashed to the ground with her jumping on top of him her fists crashing into his face over and over, blood sploshing out as she tried to end his life. However, he kicked her off as he was whimpering from his wounds as she wasn't heavy. It was unfortunate for him that Holly landed next to where he dropped his wand.

Holly didn't even hesitate as she snatched up the wand, stood and pointed it at him. "Avada Kedavra!" she hissed out. His eyes could only widen as the green beam hit him and he collapsed, dead.

She didn't hesitate in running again. She had killed so many of these aurors now that it seemed like second nature. Her survival was paramount. Their survival. They wouldn't survive. She wouldn't let them. Not now. Not anymore. She couldn't afford to let them live if she was given the opportunity to end their lives.

Holly felt no hesitation in what she did, and after her life didn't feel any guilt. They brought the battle after her. She would have been happy to just disappear from their world. They wouldn't let her. So, she'll kill any oppressor of her will, of her freedom!

It was either her life (slavery) or his, (death).

Holly found an emergency escape ladder on the side of a building and scurried up before the other wizards found her. She held her stolen wand tightly knowing it was going to be party to murdering more of these aurors if they didn't get lost.

She got to the roof and ran across it, leaping across a couple of other roofs before she slowed down and relaxed, calming a little. Her breathing painful. It was annoying. If these wizards had no wands, they would never keep up. They were too unfit to keep up with her, and some of them still had brooms, so some were likely following in the air.

However, Holly cried out as she was suddenly hit by something and flew across a huge gap from the impact, just making the next roof over, as it was a few feet lower. She landed with a thud, skimming across the gravel to a pain filled stop.

She coughed up blood as she had crashed down painfully on her left arm with a loud crack. She had broken it, but her dominant wand arm was still okay. Though, the killing curse didn't need much more than intent; aim was a bigger factor.

Holly was practically crying with globs of blood drooling from her lips. Her complexion paling further from blood loss and shock. She looked up through blurry eyes to see several men on brooms flying slowly over the roof. She had obviously dislocated her left shoulder as well as broken her arm.

She screamed as she forced herself up onto her feet. Looking to the wizards with manic fury in her eyes. She could not, and would not lose. Losing would be worse than death. Voldemort believed that there was nothing worse than death, but to Holly. There were many things worse than dying.

Dumbledore and his order among them.

Holly's face and hair was practically covered in her own blood as she yelled to the heavens and started firing randomly at her enemy. She watched in glee as one man screeched as his broom blew out under him and the others could only watch and call out his name in horror as he fell to his death.

Holly imagined them watching his plummet to his doom in slow motion. Her bloody smile pictured her insane. She even felt the urge to laugh before looking around to the next roof.

She was quick to flee, running across the roof and jumping a gap to another. She carried on running towards a taller building and was thankful she managed to land on another fire escape. She grunted in pain as she crashed into the wall and started climbing, her muscles aching and groaning she managed to reach the roof.

Hope was limping by this point and holding her left shoulder, covered in blood. She knew it was only her stubbornness; her adrenalin that kept her going. If she was not dead by the time, she gave in then she would NOT falter. She would make sure she died long before she gave this scum any chance of capturing her.

She barely managed to dodge to the right, rolling on impact with a cry. She bounced up in pain crashing her back into the stairwell wall to keep on her feet. In a pained crouch, holding her damaged shoulder and arm, she didn't even hesitate in throwing a few dark spells killing another auror.

However, Holly finished off leaning painfully up against the wall as two of the aurors were dead and a few others landed on the roof in raging tempers. She found it amusing. These trained men. Hunting a fifteen-year-old girl and getting their arses handed to them. If they were fewer in numbers. They would have lost by now.

"Oh… you foolish little boys should think about going back to Auror Academy!" she called out mockingly, with a bloody grin. "Because I've already killed twenty-three of you mother fuckers! And I'm only fifteen. Most of them I didn't even use magic. You're all fucking pathetic, and I'll enjoy killing the rest of you!"

"You filthy bitch, Potter!" one of the men panted out as he glared at her. "You'll become that Weasley boys play thing soon so we'll get our revenge you sick bitch."

Holly snorted and spat out a glob of blood. Her eyes near alight with anger, hate, rage, fury and madness. "No can do, dipshits," she said laughingly. "You see. I want vengeance against you filthy bastards!" she hissed blood drooling from her lips as her smile was insane. "Filthy bastards like you think you can do whatever you want, but you can't, and you'll never get another opportunity when I kill you!"

"Bitch…!" one shouted as he fired at her. She moved to the side as she flicked his spell back and followed up with a killer knocking him off the roof, dead.

Holly just turned and fled quickly. She jumped across the roof to one a floor lower and felt like she almost broke a leg as she rolled on landing, but she forced herself to get up and run.

Her movements were hampered and she almost fell on the next jump but her will was stronger than that.

She would not lose to such selfish bastards. She would not let that Weasley tosser touch her in any way shape or form!

Blood was running down Holly's chin from her mouth and she could feel her heart giving any moment, but she refused to let her heart or body give out just yet. She flung some spells at her chasing enemies. Her body ached all over, and she wanted it to end, but her need for the justice the magical people denied her was too great. She would NOT fold to these monsters, ever, no matter what she had to do. Holly knew that if she only kept fighting that she could get away. She would kill them and then Dumbledore, the Ministry and her so-called friends would all meet her vengeance! She could not let them hurt her any longer. They had caused her so much pain already.

Holly landed on the side of a fire escape and slipped. She crashed down bouncing along the fire escape and walls between the two buildings before she crashed painfully onto the ground with a dull thud. She was whimpering, ignoring her broken arm as the fall popped her joint back into place. She pushed herself up to her feet, staggering. Her blood now covering her face. She was shaking like a leaf in a strong breeze, forcing herself to stand.

The taste of copper in her mouth was grating on her. The thought that she had drunk so much of her own blood! She had tears leaking from her dull emerald green eyes with the pain.

Looking up she saw the wizards on racing brooms charge down towards her and secretly wished she managed to steal one of their brooms. She moved fast. Weaving through the small alleys as they were too narrow to manoeuvre brooms through at any real speed advantage, and even while injured she was faster than these unfit bastards.

Holly was thankful it was early morning. So, it was dark and there weren't any innocent people to get in the way. Although, she would try not to hurt anyone, she knew the wizards wouldn't care. They are above muggle law, which was a reason to hate them. They could just steal a person's memory after doing fuck knows what to them. Holly wouldn't begin to try saying she was a good person; she knew she wasn't. But these people; they all thought they had morality when they treated people like shit.

Holly managed to hide here and there before finding a small store. She blasted an EMP to shut down the alarm system and cameras. It was something most magical people were too stupid to do before they used magic to break in. She knew that while they were so close, the wizards would have trouble picking up her exact location.

Holly stripped as she walked through the clothe shop, not keeping an item of clothing until she was perfectly naked standing in front of a body length mirror. She was slender with some light muscles and nice sized breasts though a lot of her was covered by blood and she chuckled weakly as even her light, thin pubic hair was matted by blood, and not in the 'time of her month' way.

Shaking her head clear of wandering to stupid areas, Holly turned to the clothes racks and pulled on some blue track bottoms and a white tee with the blue hoody to match the bottoms. It took a lot of effort to ignore her painful injuries. She didn't care about socks as she put on and ruined a hundred-dollar pair of running shoes with Velcro straps, and then she started blasting her previous clothes with fire, burning them, and the whole shop since she couldn't sense anyone living nearby, and she started, so might as well use that as a distraction, before fleeing.

Holly had just turned a corner and stopped, panting for breath she leaned up against the wall as she heard them.

Looking around the wall. She saw them by the backdoor of the shop as it was quickly ablaze. She felt bad about setting someone's store on fire and hoped insurance would cover it, as she knew it seemed to be a small store, and not a chain she couldn't care less about. Just because her blood was boiling with rage shouldn't mean hurting innocent people because that would make her just like them.

She refused to be anything like them on sheer hated principal.

Holly was quick to flee, rushing across the main road. It didn't have too many cars on it, and she made her way fast just to keep the people driving safe, from them, and from her. Her lungs felt like they were on fire as she climbed up another fire escape onto a roof. She kept moving, pushing through the pain. She could actually feel her bones giving to the stress and her skin and muscles splitting, but she could never give in.

It felt like her heart was about to give any moment. However, Holly stopped looking at the gap between buildings and realised she just couldn't jump it. She couldn't even use any magic to help her cross. It was a huge improbability. She could feel death, and she was almost certain she would be the first witch to kill themselves from trying to survive like this, but she knew.

Death was better than the alternative

"Who w-wants to live for ever anyway?" she gasped out to herself as she looked down from the height of her building and knew she would never survive that drop.

She just walked over to another ledge, or more like stumbled. This one overlooked the beautiful ocean, the beach. It was magnificent. It was beautiful with the curve of a lagoon, and the water was crystal clear. She could see the large harbour to her left with all sorts of boats. The ocean led into a huge lagoon and river that she was sure led in land somewhere, and connected the rivers. She would never get to sail it; not that she was a boating girl, but the option had once been there.

It seemed so surreal that in this day and age that her life was forfeit because of kissing another girl, and because she didn't want to be assaulted. It should be obvious thinking about these backwards fools that they were bigoted losers. No. That wasn't it. It was their Great White Wizard.

It was bullshit.

"I-if I must… I-I…" she coughed violently as she spoke aloud again. "I would rather die…"

Holly rested while looking out over the ocean. She felt like the city would have made a wonderful place to settle down. Maybe somewhere near the sea, but a little further outside the city centre would have been nice, like a lake house. It would have been nice to share it with someone she loved, but everyone she had ever loved was either dead or trying to enslave her. They had betrayed her heart. So, she figured she had no one, and maybe she never had anyone.

It was all a lie.

"Well bitch. It looks like you've run out of steam!" one of the wizards suddenly interrupted her death. She looked to them in surprise as they landed on the roof behind her. "And with magic you'll be healed up in no time. Able to take all we can dish out!" he said with a useless flex.

Holly couldn't help but giggle as she weakly stood up. "You fucks think I'll come quietly…" she laughed hysterically before she just stopped, her normally green eyes near black as they looked at the men, and she wobbly stepped up onto the roof ledge. "I've told you quite a few times… to stay free from you filthy wizards and your tiny cocks! I will accept death with open arms!"

"W-what are you talking about?" one of the men demanded looking nervous now. "Everyone fears death, especially a bitch like you."

"No. Only the weak fear death," she replied giggly. Her vision was blurring and she wobbled more. "You! Dumbledore! Voldemort…!" she hissed causing them to flinch in fear at the last name. "… You fear death. But you should have feared me. Because there are worse things in this world than death."

"Don't be stupid, Potter," one called out as she moved closer to the edge. "If you come with us. You'll get to be happily married and have kids."

"Happily married?" she asked laughingly. "Stuck, trapped within your own body, hating children forced on you by rapists, fuck off!" she spat out in disgust. "Death would be a great trip over fucking that filthy piece of shit, mother fucker! The thought makes me sick through my soul. I am way out of his league; you incestuous pieces of inbred filth! By the way… I'll see you fucks in hell…!"

They watched in shock.

She did not even hesitate in leaning back.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as she fell away.

As she fell, she flicked her wand and they were too shocked that their brooms flew out of their slacked hands with ease. The brooms flew to her and with another flick, they ignited in splinters raining down on the roof. She might have been able to get one, but her body would barely respond to her mind, heart, or soul; she just wanted to sleep.

She wouldn't be able to fly.

Not this time.

The wizards watched in shock as Holly fell like a brick, out of sight, over the edge of the building.

Holly Hope Potter was gone.

to be continued…