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No time for an intro this chapter was made with haste so you could read with haste, please enjoy.
Chapter – Payback
"And… There, all done Harry," Roselyn cheerfully announced standing up and stretching her back out. All of Harry's wounds had been treated now, his shirt ripped and torn as it may be, now back on his torso and he had no more exposed injuries aside from his bruises and a thankfully unbroken nose.
"Thank you, Roselyn. I feel a lot better now," Harry swung off the stool his small frame landing on the floor from the elevated spot, the impact causing his body to ache faintly, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.
"You are very welcome, now what would you like to do next," Roselyn asked the young child, despite his apparent age he had known how to take care of all his injuries, even instructing her on what to do at certain points, if that wasn't maturity, she didn't know what was. So, Roselyn was humble enough to admit when she was out of her depth and an abused magical little witch boy was so far out of her depth she may as well be in the bloody ocean.
"… I need food and a nap," Harry mumbled swatting at the air, Roselyn chose not to question why he did that because for all she knew there was something invisible there. "I need fuel and rest to recharge, all these injuries should be either gone or very healed after a full meal and a nap. At least they are usually," Harry elaborated gesturing to himself.
"That's amazing! But what about the scars?" Roselyn enquired, confused by such a strange exception to Harrys apparent magical healing ability.
"… I don't know." Harry blandly stated, a little abashed at his lack of knowledge concerning his own gift.
"Oh, that's ok, I guess you don't really have a teacher for this do you." Roselyn comforted the small boy, the last thing he needed right now was more stuff on his mind… then again, a distraction might be to his benefit. Goddammit, I wish I had half a clue of what to do.
"No… I wonder if my mum had teachers or other magical people that she knew who helped her?" The small boy pondered as he repacked the first aid kit neatly.
"What, like a coven?" Roselyn spoke up taking the kit from him and walking it back to its usual resting place.
"What is a coven?"
"A group of witches are called a coven, I think."
"Oh… cool." Silence reigned from the two after that, Roselyn was trapped by thoughts of what to do next, she knew she had to help Harry and the best way to do that would be to make sure his relatives never saw him again. But how to do that, apparently, she would be hard-pressed to find help, supposedly the entire community dislike the little boy. She would give his relatives this, they knew how to cover their abusive asses. Meanwhile, Harry found thoughts of a family he never knew rattling around in his head, thoughts of other people who had gifts like him, like his mother.
"I don't know what to do next." Roselyn voiced her worries to the air hoping Harry would have some idea of what their next course of action should be, Roselyn had the desire just no idea how to put it into action.
"Oh, that's ok, my plan had always been to just wait till I was bigger than disappear." And maybe burn the house down with them in it. "I had a hideout until today but, Dudley set it on fire, so now I have nowhere to hide, and I don't really like my chances with being homeless without shelter." A tremor shot down Harry's spine his gift encircled him like a blanket as his skin rose in little bumps, the memory of how cold nights in the Surrey could be.
"Harry? Are you alright?" A hand on his shoulder broke him from his reverie and he looked up into kind eyes. He wasn't going to freeze to death, not with her, not with his friend around. Safe.
"I'm ok, do you have a place I can hide out for a while?" Harry asked hopefully, not confident in his ability to find shelter for the night with how late it already was.
"Oh, of course, Harry, my home is definitely open to you, my roommate can just mind her damn business for a night. I meant I don't know what to do more long term, obviously, you can't go back to the Dursleys but according to you it's like everyone in Surrey knows you." Roselyn spoke stressed by the strangeness surrounding the place, she thought at first Harry was just exaggerating but then she remembered the other librarian, Dorothy, warning her about the apparent demon child. Roselyn was almost certain she knew exactly who Dorothy was talking about now.
"Not everyone, just enough to be annoying," Harry responded with a smile that didn't make it to his eyes, accompanying his correction. Naturally, Roselyn gave a mirthless humph at his sardonic cheek.
"Before we leave, I have one last question and I'm sorry if it upsets you, but I need to know and I just can't let it go," Roselyn announced her voice uncertain, she was very much not comfortable with the direction she was about to drag this conversation, but something had to be said.
"… What do you want to know?"
"… Harry, I felt your gift… your magic, it was terrifying and breathtaking. I felt your fear and anger writhe in the air, like a pissed off bundle of barbed wire with teeth, trying to bite everything around it and don't worry I know it was partially my fault I'm not blaming you, promise." Roselyn paused waiting for confirmation from Harry that he understood this wasn't her blaming him for his reaction earlier. She got it in the form of a small nod but that would have to do, for now, so gritting her teeth Roselyn pressed on.
"Harry you were able to lift me with your gift a full-grown woman and float me around the room, I can't even begin to imagine what else you can do with your gift so please explain to me I have to know. Why don't you fight back?" Roselyn knew it was a cruel question, she had firsthand experience with abuse victims but their reasoning for not running, for not fighting was… horrifying. But they were normal, and Harry was so much more, so what could hold the little powerhouse back.
"… I tried, we tried a few times to fight back when it got too much. Sometimes my gift would fight back without me telling it to, lashing out to defend me but… My gift just can't seem to hurt them... it's like they're immune." Harry despondently related the terrible information with his head down, unable to make eye contact with his new friend.
"What?" Roselyn's voice was horrified, all that power and Harry couldn't even use it on the people who hurt him. What type of ironic bullshit is that?
"I don't understand how it works, they aren't always immune to my gift either, like with the brand incident. See Dudley had been beating me up, pretty badly too, it was the first time I broke a finger, but then when I fought back my gift must have decided to help and the next thing I know, it has gone and tossed Dudley through a fence." Harry relegated that part with a small smile she watched the air shimmer to life in his hand as little green lights danced amongst his fingers. The lights died off and in tandem, the room seemed to darken as Harry proceeded to the next part of his story.
"That night they had me gagged and bound and no matter how much I commanded it to, it was like my gift could not so much as scratch them. After that I didn't try again, I just used my gift to defend myself, like speeding up my healing or making me hard to find. Eventually, I learned how to make myself faster and that made it a lot easier to keep away from Dudley… but then he went and made a gang just to be difficult." Harry spat, his eyes giving off an ominous glow as a chill passed through Roselyn, but she pushed past the feeling and pat his head affectionately. He glanced up at her and a small smile traced its way onto his face before he continued with his explanation.
"But just to be confusing today I managed to fight off Dudley and his gang using my gift, it had no issues affecting any of the boys and even Dudley for the matter, I don't get it because believe it or not I have tried to do little things like pushing him or tripping him before and my gift seems to fizz out whenever I try. The same goes for my aunt and uncle, but why was I able to throw Dudley that first time and why again today?!" Harry's confusion was more than apparent his frustration even more so. Roselyn only saw a cruel irony, the boy had amazing powers that should easily allow him to defend himself against those horrible people and yet it couldn't for some reason. Not only that but it seemed sometimes he got a taste of what it would be like to be able to defend himself only for his powers to go back to not working.
"That is very confusing… maybe there is a reason for it though like, hmmm maybe your aunt or uncle has some type of immunity since they are related to you. The same goes for your cousin Dudley, maybe his is more diluted which is why it works less for him." Roselyn encouragingly tried to put together some form of explanation only for those thoughts to die out when she realised the flaw in her reasoning. "But it's your aunt who was your mum's sister, so how is your uncle resistant… there has to be some kind of reason."
"We can work it out another time, I don't know about you, but I could really use a nap, do you mind if we go to your place now." Harry's voice was so exhausted that it basically plucked every one of Roselyn's heartstrings.
"Oh, of course, I'm sorry Harry I just needed to understand, forgive my selfishness." Roselyn apologised quickly grabbing her handbag and keys from the desk. "Let's go." As the two started walking to the door Harry felt something, his/their gift raced along his arms and legs filling them with energy, but his chest felt like it had been dunked into a pool of ice-cold water.
"I need to hide." Without any more explanation, Harry bolted off into the bookshelves quickly removing himself from sight.
"Harry! Harry, what's wrong? I'm sorry if I sai-" a loud banging on the door behind her nearly caused Roselyn to leap out of her skin, a small, startled noise escaping from her clenched jaw. Whipping around she spotted an intimidating sight that put lead in her gut and a tremor in her limbs. Two police constables were standing outside the library, one was banging on the door with his truncheon the other seemed to be doing his best to look inside. A fresh shot of fear lanced its way through her chest, they were here for Harry, she just knew it, she should have just put him in the bloody car and driven to London. Bugger.
Walking just slow enough to not arouse suspicion she got to the door and made a big show of unlocking it, hoping it had given Harry more than enough time to hide. Roselyn opened the doors and was immediately shoved back as one of the officers barged past her, while the other stepped in behind him and quickly pinned her with a baleful glare. "Where is he?" The officer spat the question his voice spiteful and immediately put Roselyn on the defensive.
"Who?" Roselyn asked walking backwards as the officer kept getting within her personal space.
"Don't even try that, the fre- the boy dammit! Where is Harry Potter!?" The man barked finally causing her to have her back pressed to her desk. He stood too close his hot breath, smelling of sickly cigarettes, and his body cutting off her escapes. His truncheon was still in his hand, his knuckles white, his hand shaking from either aggression of his too hard grip.
"There is no one else here," Roselyn lied quietly, her voice a scared whisper. She was terrified, there was a very angry police officer in front of her tightly gripping a truncheon and looking more than willing to use it. But what scared her more is that they were here for Harry.
"Oh really! Well, then which Harry did you shout for when we got here? We heard you from outside just before I knocked on the door." His eyes were flared, and he didn't so much as blink as he looked at her like an infuriating pissant.
"… Prince Harry…" Roselyn mumbled out her pitiful explanation, I'm an idiot, the officer seemed to scrunch his face up and something wicked raced across his eyes as they seemed to tremble inside his head.
"… right." He whipped around finally giving Roselyn some space to breathe. "Did you find him?!" He bellowed to the other officer, who quickly appeared behind another bookshelf and silently shook his head. "Goddammit!" The officer was about to walk back to her, but he suddenly froze. His gaze locked on the library lavatory, a cruel grin on his face as he waved the other officer to the door who quickly strode over to it.
"Wait, what are you doing!?" Roselyn didn't know where Harry was, but that lavatory was as good a hiding place as any.
"Shut it, that boy is a criminal wanted for assault and arson, if you're protecting him that makes you an accessory." He spat while pointing his truncheon towards her face in a blatant threat, his question was a trap and she saw right through it.
"What boy? I don't know this Harry Potter, and that room is just the bloody bathroom!" Roselyn barked back false bravado colouring her voice with aggression.
"Right." The constable sneered back, not believing a word Roselyn said. The other constable was already at the door and threw it open without so much as a knock, causing the door to slam heavily into the wall, letting out a loud bang. Roselyn felt her heart hammer in her chest but for the life of her, she couldn't breathe. After a moment the other constable stepped back out and shook his head, Roselyn had never been so relieved in her entire life.
"… Miss?" Roselyn's head shot up to look at the other officer who stood near the library bathroom still. "Are you injured at all, do you need us to call you an ambulance?" The constable's voice was flat and without much of the aggression the other officers held, but the way he asked that question set Roselyn's fight or flight response skyrocketing. Is that some kind of subtle threat?
"What no, I think you should both leave now and don't think I won't be reporting this!" Roselyn shouted, false bravado egging her on. The officer closer to her merely sneered to the point that his yellowed teeth showed, but the one near the lavatory bent over and picked something up with his truncheon. It was a bloodied cloth.
"Then who's is this?" The officer's voice was cold and steady but the fear it evoked in Roselyn made her legs shake. Roselyn didn't know what to say, and the other constable was strutting towards her his truncheon smacking into his hand meatily.
"You are lying bitch! Where is the fre-," The man was cut off by the sound of a heavy crash and the shattering of porcelain. Jerking his body around to the echoing noise the first thing that came to his awareness was that he couldn't see his partner, but officer Aaron did see something positively unnatural. The light from the bathroom was flickering ominously casting dancing shadows over half the library, their two-dimensional shapes writhing along the floor, stretching, and receding.
"What the hell, Mike! Mike!" Aaron hollered towards the bathroom, at first silence was all that answered him but then the sound of porcelain sliding across the floor seemed to ring around the entire building. From the doorway to the bathroom a shadow loomed, shrinking with each instance of noise before the figure was revealed as a shadowy outline in the flickering light with ominous green eyes that gave off a wavering light. "There you are Freak," constable Aaron got three steps towards those bright green eyes before he experienced magic for the first time in his life.
"Pull."
Aaron was yanked through the air so fast his truncheon flew from his hands and his cheeks were forced back by the air. Before he knew it, he was hovering in front of the ominous figure, its eyes boring into him, such malice and hate hidden behind them that the longer he stared at them the more certain he was… that he was going to die. Shortly those eyes flicked to his right and he heard a voice far away says something incomprehensible over the sound of the blood rushing through his ears.
"Lift, Pull!"
Officer Aaron was quickly jettisoned into the roof, his body crashing into it before another force yanked him into the cold hard floor of the library bathroom, cold sharp porcelain digging into his flesh, the last thing he felt before darkness covered his vision.
Harry shook his hand out releasing his grip on his gift, its/his fury leaving a tingling on his skin. That man was here to cause pain, the other officer was here to help his brother and avenge his godson. Vernon was serious this time if he got help, Harry might have been able to affect Dudley with his gift, but he was not willing to take that gamble with a murderous Vernon plus friends.
"Was that really necessary?" Roselyn peeped out a little shook up at the blatant ease that Harry had dispatched two police constables with.
"Don't worry, I didn't kill them," Harry helpfully comforted.
"Oh, well that's a relief," Roselyn sassed.
"He was mean to you and was going to hit you with that club, I should have hit him harder," Harry groused back not comfortable with the violence that had been threatened towards his new friend.
Roselyn let slip a small eep at the sudden care she was being shown but was quick to respond in kind. "Thank you for protecting me, Harry." Roselyn gave him a small hug, Harry happily reciprocated a smile quick to appear on his boyish face.
"We need to go, that was one of the fathers of Dudley's friends if he is here Vernon might not be far behind and I fought other kids today as well…" Harry informed his voice serious, his body was tense and prepped for anything, it wasn't just him in danger anymore.
"Right let's go." Roselyn hurried to grab her things, while Harry closed the bathroom door, quickly hurrying to the front exit and the car park. Roselyn was a few steps behind him, Harry held his hand up when she went for the door, after a few seconds of him looking he ushered her forward.
"Straight to the car, we need to get off the streets," Harry instructed his voice once again hard and void of all childlike qualities aside from pitch.
"Right, mine is the olive gre- Harry watch out!" Roselyn screamed her warning as she threw the small boy forward. She wasn't sure if he heard her over the sudden sound of screeching tires and a roaring engine. A truck roared to life in the car park and gunned it towards them, she was just barely able to throw harry to safety before she felt the hulking machine crash into her body. She felt so many things break as it impacted her, next she felt her body going limp as she rolled up on the hood and she felt weightless and stunned as she was thrown when the car stopped only for it all to culminate in a shocking dull impact that unleashed a deep ache on her insides. Roselyn laid there in a sea of broken agony, her world quickly falling to the cold and the numb… her last thoughts of a small magical boy and how she hoped she didn't fail again.
Harry was stunned, he had hit the car park ground and whipped his body around to witness everything. Something in him squirmed and died as he watched Roselyn's limp body finally come to rest after the collision. He stared even as the car door opened and two men started talking, even as their words were heard by him and made this so much worse.
"You bloody pillock! You missed the brat and ran the trollop over," a nasal voice lashed at the apparent driver. "And in my truck no less, you absolute bell end!"
"Shut it," another voice spat, footsteps quick to march over to Harry's kneeling form. Harry was quickly lifted upwards as a hulking man shook him violently. "You apparently attacked me, little ankle biter, you maggot, nobody 'scept me gets to touch my fucking property," With his explanation said he hurled Harry towards the fallen form of Roselyn. "Where are the bobbies?"
"How should I know, more importantly, where is Vernon? He is the one who wanted to beat the little chit," the nasal voice divulged.
"… Did you say, Vernon?" Harry's small emotionless voice crept into the ears of both men as if whispered directly to them. His small body was quick to rise eyes still locked with Roselyn's crumpled form. The black smoke-like substance leaking from his eyes, nose, and mouth was unknown to Harry or the men. All Harry knew was this strange pressure in his skull, like a tiny light bulb giving off this faint humming noise that echoed in his ears. His gift meanwhile was still as it covered him, like a shawl over his whole body.
"Hand me a shovel Polkiss, I'm gonna shut his trap," the tall one ordered. Andrew Polkiss was quick to hand the larger man a shove from the back of the truck, aware of what was about to happen and all the more eager to witness it. Harry moved lethargically to watch the man approach, he would have tried to defend himself, but he felt so… absent. Like he was submerged in a dream and none of this was real, however, the shovel to the face helped snap him back to reality rather solidly. With a metallic whack, Harry was knocked head over heels to collapse adjacent to Roselyn's body.
"Haha! Did you see that! The little wanker just took it, must not be wired right upstairs," Andrew laughed at Harry's apparent lack of reaction to copping a shovel to the skull.
Harry couldn't focus, it was all too much. Roselyn, the constables, these guys, and Vernon, where was Vernon, was Roselyn ok, what should he do, his face hurts… why was his hand warm. Lifting the appendage Harry stared in a somewhat misty haze the pressure in his head building, the thrumming of his ears intensifying. His hand was painted red, it felt warm and sticky, a bit of the red dropped onto his lips, metallic tang dancing on his tongue.
"Don't you worry you little freak, you can join her soon," the large man spat aggressively, lifting the shovel above his head all the while being sure that the flat part of it would hit Harry rather than the edge. "When I'm done with ya that is."
The shovel came down, the man putting his whole damn body behind the swing, like you would a pick into the dirt. It stopped suddenly just above Harry's red hand, no matter how much force the furious man put behind it the shovel would not budge at all. All the while Harry kept staring at his hand as more of the red dribbled onto his face, he stared all the while letting that pressure in his head build. Blood, its blood, Roselyn's blood. The pressure imploded, the thrumming silenced, and Harry's body exploded along with his gift into a swirling mass of black ominous smoke.
"Christ alive! Ash, get the hell away from it!" Andrew shrieked, backstepping quickly behind the truck to get away from the unnatural thing. Ash basically jumped back in a single leap his shovel just hovering in the air next to the swirling mass of black smoke. The shovel seemed to rise higher until it was head level with the smoke. A soft noise like a muffled clap had the smoke change back into Harry Potter, only something was very off about the child. His eyes were gushing out black smoke from where the whites of his eyes should be, his teeth were charcoal black, and his skin had gone from pale to corpse-like pallid with his veins jutted out swollen and black.
"Where is Vernon?" The thing asked them its furious gaze switching between the two regularly.
"W-what?" Andrew sputtered in terrified confusion, his voice quiet, but unfortunately was still loud enough for the child thing to hear.
"Wrong answer," it hissed arm rising shifting between smoke and flesh as it did, the boy seemed to mouth something too quiet for them to hear before jerking his arm back. Andrew Polkiss was by no means a big man but when an invisible force suddenly picks you up and rams you into the edge of your own truck bed it's still very much terrifying. When it does it three times, well peeing yourself might not be as pathetic as it usually is, didn't stop a feeling of shame mixing with the full-body ache he was presently experiencing.
"Polkiss! What the hell are you?" Ash roared his hand quick to grab another tool from the truck bed, a crowbar.
"Mad," it responded child-like voice wavering into a hollow, hissing echo that reverberated around them. "Lift," suddenly the thing was gesturing at the floating shovel and before Ash could blink the thing was mashing into his skull, the flat side luckily. Ash could barely pull back enough to see what was going on, but the kid seemed to be controlling the shovel with his hand, as he lazily flicked it through the air causing it to batter him. A lucky break allowed him to finally beat the blasted tool away only for a huge force to slam him into Polkiss's truck, shattering the window and denting the door. Ash collapsed, his chest felt tight, it hurt to breathe and a welt was surely forming on his face, but the thing was in front of him, he hadn't even seen it move.
"Where is Vernon?" It asked as its child-like face seemed to shift as a breeze passed through it, the wind distorting it showing it black smoke form more easily. Ash didn't know what to say, the thing was horrifying, he came here to punish some twit kid, should have been even easier than teaching his own little wanker of a son a lesson. But whatever this is, was no child. A blistering slap from the shovel snapped Ash back to the present, "where is Vernon?" it asked again a childish growl made all the more terrifying by the shovel edge floating dangerously close to his chest.
"Right here freak!" A man's voice hollered as a pitchfork plunged into the things back, causing it to let out a high-pitched scream. Vernon had arrived just in time, Vernon was quick to pull the thing back using the pitchfork it was impaled on.
Harry couldn't help it, being impaled was a painfully new experience and so the scream that he unleashed felt damn cathartic, even as it hurt his own ears. With but a brief struggle Harry got his feet under him and pushed forward as Vernon pulled back. His gift slapped the pitchfork away from them, its invisible form quickly putting distance between it and Harry. All the while the four tiny holes in Harrys back proceeded to gush smoke out in billowing jets that quickly died down into a sputtering spurt of black ichor, before they became a trail of crimson that pooled down Harrys back. Harry had collapsed onto his hands and knees but was quick to begin crawling away from his attacker. Whipping his head over his shoulder his blackened eyes spotted Vernon and his obsidian teeth bared themselves like fangs at prey.
"Vernon, I found you," Harry hissed hauling his gangly form back onto two legs, his arms quick to grasp his gift from the air, his mind ready to project it with a Command.
"Finally showing your true colours, freak?" Vernon taunted wielding the pitchfork in front of him dangerously.
"You hurt Roselyn!" Harry screamed before launching his arms out in a flurry as his voice echoed a series of unique commands. "Lift, Push, Crush, Punish, Pull, Push, Ignite, Freeze. Damn you!" The others watched on in awe as Vernon stood unaffected by the Commands, all of their effects splashing harmlessly in front of his body, even as strong winds pushed and pulled the cars behind him, glass windows shattered and exploded, the air caught alight with fire while ice quickly appeared all over the floor.
Vernon let out an absolutely raucous guffaw at the little monsters failed attempts to hurt him with his wicked freakishness. "That all you got freak," Vernon spat out venomously all too eager to remind this little cretin of his proper place after he dared to attack his son. Harry snarled right back accepting the challenge, he clawed his hand coated in Roselyn's blood and let his gift surge with reckless abandon, meanwhile around him the air crackled with crimson bloody lightning that set the air alight ominously, all of it coiling around the boy's hand like crackling chains of light.
With a bloodthirsty scream of his command and a violent slash at the air with his bloodied hand, he unleashed his deadliest command at his cruellest abuser. "Rend!"
With that roared command Harry's potent gift launched forward, the clawed grasp clutching at the invisible force that protected Vernon, trying its utmost to tear the protection to ribbons and the man cowering behind into far bloodier strips. But despite Harry's furious power somehow the protection won, and Harry's Rend command washed over Vernon leaving him unharmed, Polkiss's work truck had part of its bed sheared off and the asphalt in front of Vernon was turned into red hot bubbling rock soup. Incensed at Vernon's invincibility Harry lashed out with no command merely letting his gift loose his/their rage on the surrounding area.
Vernon unabated marched forward gripping the pitchfork firmly in his left hand while he began clenching and unclenching his right. While the air ignited with hateful flames and the ground shook with undulation he strode forward. Even as the door of Polkiss's truck flew straight past him and impaled into the ground he marched forward. Finally, he stood before the bloodthirsty feral freak and unleashed upon him the wrath of the common, normal, man. A right hook with all of Vernon's weight behind it clashed with the jaw of the diminutive, little blighter, a wet crack informing those present that something had broken under the colossal strike. Harry was silenced laying on the car park floor unmoving, his chest moving being the only thing that gave away the fact that he was still alive. Vernon spat on the ground, a spiteful smirk displayed for all to see, he turned to the men who stared at him in awe and felt such pride well up in him.
"Grab the rope and the petrol," Vernon ordered Ash who was quick to climb back to his feet, grunting when he straightened his torso but still moving to follow the instructions. Malcolm's father Ned who had just watch the supernatural onslaught seemed catatonic and was hugging his cricket bat as if it would offer any protection. "Ned! find the bobbies," the issued order sent Ned scampering off into the library.
Ash walked over to Vernon rope over his shoulder and jerry can in one arm while the other cradled his aching ribs. "What now, the kid ain't natural I doubt the coppas would be able to hold the little monster."
"Hold him? No, we didn't come here to give the freak to the bobbies, I'm going to do to this freak what folks like us have been doing to freaks like them for bloody centuries." Vernon explained, quick to take the rope and start forming a knot.
"And that would be what exactly?" Ash inquired, perplexed by what Vernon was going on about, he was sure as hell he had never seen something like the brat before. Rather than answer Vernon merely showed off the Hangman's Knot he had finished tying, his other hand clutching the hair on the freaks head.
"We're gonna need a tree and something to burn," Vernon informed with cruel cheer. "Best to be thorough."
Chapter 6 is complete with a hurried pace to boot, I hope it's good with the increased speed at which I tried to get it out. Now I have to note something serious, the next chapter isn't going to be pretty, I will put another warning at the start of that chapter as well, but I don't care if it's a spoiler I'd rather have you forewarned the next chapter is going to be graphic. So, I hope you all enjoyed it, and I will see you all next time my wonderful readers.
Until next time.