The television was on to a news story about rising violence in London, detailing how various crime groups were attacking each other in an all-out gang war in the streets, leaving bloodied bodies in their wake.
A green-eyed boy stood at a counter, avidly watching as he sliced onions and carrots for dinner that evening. The kitchen around him was extremely ordinary, one that you might find in any other house throughout the nation. The boy blinked rapidly, trying to keep his eyes from tearing up. After all, it would not do to let others see weakness.
"Boy! Is the stew done yet!?" a thin horse faced woman yelled from the sitting room. "Not yet aunt Petunia" Harry Potter, resident of the cupboard under of the stairs, slave of the Dursley household, and otherwise unwanted child of number 4 privet drive surrey softly called back.
"Well hurry up! Dudley is almost back from the zoo with Vernon! I don't want his birthday dinner to be anything less than perfect!" she snapped at him, her voice filled with annoyance.
"yes, aunt Petunia" he said obediently, though within him simmered a deep and ever present anger. "got to hold it together, got to stay calm!" he thought in vain, trying hard to stuff down his unrepentant thoughts.
Yet, like always, some part of him threw them right back up to the surface of his mind "why should I be responsible for the pigs food! He never does anything! I do everything, only for it to get destroyed immediately afterwards! I get abused for existing! What is even the point of living here anymore?!" a small rebellious part of him raged.
Harry's thoughts drifted once more to the previous evening. Harry had made dinner as usual, and then afterwards cleaned up the kitchen, only for Dudley to knock a cake off the counter and onto the floor with a loud crack of breaking glass. A shadow in the doorway. Screaming, flailing fists. Vernon had come home drunk again and taken it out once more on the freak for daring to squander the generosity so generously heaped on him.
The next day…
"C'mere freak!" Dudley yelled at Harry, chasing him down an alleyway. Harry ran faster and faster, his heart pounding and his lungs heaving. He threw himself around a corner and across a street, into another alleyway. Glass crunched his foot as he stepped on a used needle. Hearing Dudley approach over the sounds of the city, Harry quickly jumped into a dumpster to hide.
Malcom Jenkins, small time drug dealer was on his way to meet a client at their usual spot. He mostly dealt in marijuana or prescribed pharmaceuticals that he had picked up from his buddy who owned a drug store. However, occasionally one of his big-ticket clients would ask for something special. It was at those times that he would dip into his "special" stash. Once in a while, a unique drug would pop up on the market. The fuzz called it Codon B, but it was known on the street as Hurricane. It gave the user a huge boost in energy and strength. When taken in large amounts it gave the feeling of being pleasantly floating in a warm ocean and provoked feelings of euphoria similar to a shot of heroin, but with none of the side effects. There was no danger of overdosing and was only illegal due to its common use in crimes, such as burglaries and hold ups. Its boost of strength was invaluable to an escaping criminal allowing them to get shot and still keep running, as well as plow through anyone in the way.
The most famous use of Hurricane was in the year 1972 (which is when the drug became popular in the underworld). A man named Trent Lewis had taken 30 grams, a small pills worth and robbed a bank. It was said that he ripped the handle of the safe right off and then proceeded to take all of the money and run through a swat team like an offensive lineman runs through the A.V. club (AN: AV stands for audio visual and was a club that usually messed around with radios and computers, learning how they worked and improving on them, usually stereotyped as geeky and unfit). Trent then ran 15 miles in 30 minutes and escaped into the slums, where he passed out from exhaustion and was found later, bleeding out from 15 gunshot wounds.
Malcom walked to his usual spot for deals like this, a back alley with a few twists and turns in it to help him if he needed to evade the police. He carried a small duffle bag, which contained a Mac 10 (a small fully automatic firearm that holds about 30 rounds) and his drug stash. He had on him about 100 thirty-milligram pills of Codon B, which was the agreed upon amount.
His customer, a thin man wearing a white shirt and tie with dress slacks and loafers, walked around the corner, glancing nervously around. In his hands was clutched a thick stack of 100 Dollar bills.
A thump sounded from a nearby dumpster, causing him to jump. He
He looked at the dumpster for a moment "do you have it?!" he asked anxiously, turning at last to Malcom.
"Do you have the payment?" Malcom asked, sending a meaningful glance at the money.
"Yes, here" the other man said, thrusting the bills at Malcom "10 Grand, in American dollars" he said.
Malcom grabbed the money "pleasure doing business with you Mr?..." he trailed off clearly expecting a name.
"If its all the same to you, I would rather not give my name" he said shortly "where is the product!? If I don't get this to my superiors fast, bad things could happen!"
"Don't get your panties in a wad, its all here" Malcom replied languidly, reaching into his bag "here yo- HEY LOOK OUT!" he cried, pulling out his gun.
An indistinct shape ran out of the shadows of the alleyway. On impulse, Malcom's finger tightened around the trigger snaping off a short burst of gunfire.
The smoke cleared and the small form of an overweight child with blond hair lay bleeding on the ground.
AN: Hey guys and Gals, this is Licorice-Lord here with another brand spanking new story. I am really excited to begin writing this, but unfortunately do not have a lot of spare time. I would love to hear your ideas for this story in the future, so please leave a comment or PM me if you have any questions or comments. I should have the next chapter up soon, I am sorry that this one was so short, and I will try and increase chapter size going forward.
