Disclaimer: I haven't made money off of ANY of J.K. Rowling's characters, nor will I ever, so obviously this must mean I don't own them. The story line, however it may revolt me, does in fact, belong to me.
Note: Lots of angst, a little bit of language, and a good deal of sick violence and irrational thought, enjoy!
Tom stood up in front of the railing, the wind was strong and carried drives of rain with it. The water, so many hundreds of feet below shifted and rolled, reflecting the dark, steely sky. Tom inhaled, she doest't have the power to take this away from me, he thought bitterly. For a second, Tom stared down at the cold, deep, deep water and felt a strange, satisfying calm come over him- but first this! He felt around in his pocket until he found what he was looking for- that damned ring. Solemly he placed it on the pavement before his feet, then, he drew his wand. "avimasri" he whispered and watched with strange detachement as the ring wirthed and bubbled into something that resembled a weathered, stomped on gum wad. Then, feeling crazed with miserey, Tom hopped over the bridge railing so that he was balancing on a thin block of wet cement.
Suddenly, something took hold of Tom, he didn't want to die! He had far too much coming for him, he was going to be great! He wanted Morgan to die.
Lightening crashed, Tom found himself laughing hystericly as he pulled himself back to safety, oh what a strange thing power was, strange, how she decided to use it over meit's time I showed her mine own!
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Morgan walked down the dark street, looking over her sholder she crossed the street nervously and quickend her pace. For these past few weeks she'd felt someone watching her, she'd used every spell her powers granted, and still, she had no idea who it wasperhaps she was just being paranoid? Not likely.
The street was totally deserted at this time of the night, not a breath of air moved. Not even the slightest blade of grass shivered, everything was compleatly still, as if the very night it's self was holding it's breath.
Suddenly an arm snaked around Morgan's waist and a hand roughly clamped itself over her mouth, covering her breathing, suffocating her scream.
"Hello, Morgan, my dear," whispered a deadly voice in her head.
Morgan could have sighed with relief if a hand hadn't been cutting off her air supply, it was Tom.
"'My, it's been a while hasn't it? So, broken any other hearts lately?" Tom whispered.
"Mmmmph." Morgan replied, furious at Tom for giving her such a scare.
"Sorry, would you like to say something, bitch?" Tom asked moving his hand down so he had a firm grip on her jaw.
"Well, well, the sentimental little boy finaly cracked, huh? Nobody has ever gone to the lengths of stalking me before-I suppose I should take it as a complement?" Morgan gave a sarcastic lagh and sent Tom a condenscending look.
" I'm not taking your little games anymore- I'm here to kill you, the old fashoined way," Tom pulled out a dagger and started to stroke Morgan's face with it. Then suddenly he drove it down into her cheek, a demented sort of satisfaction stamped all over his face, as he watched dark blood well up in her torn flesh.
"What! Your not even going to screw me first?!" Morgan gave a very forced high pitched laugh and venhemently wished she'd stop shaking so very hard.
"No, you discust me, I wouldn't touch you like that again if my life depended on it," Tom looked deep, deep into her eyes, "I suppose I should be thanking you for distroying that 'love-sick kid' I once was. Now, I'm so much more." Tom laughed coldly and made a shallow slice down her sholder blade. Morgan gasped and whimpered with pain.
"Not love-sick and heart broken anymore, eh? Then why the hell are you bothering with this? Seems pretty weak and pathetic if you ask me," Morgan croaked, managing a coy smirk dispite her agony.
"STOP FUCKING WITH ME, BITCH!" Tom shrieked, plugging the knife in and out of her chest.
"One last lession, Tom, someone like you will never, never, truly obtain power, after all, how could you possibly hope to rule the world if you can't even control your own feelings?"
"Bow down before me, I have power,I CAN GIVE AND TAKE LIFE, CANT' I!?" Tom screeched, now quite mad indeed.
"You've only hurt yourself, Tom, underneth it all your just an insucure little boy" Morgan had to pause, her eyes were glazed over and there was blood all over her, "your mine, Tom, forever in your headI'll own you" Morgan's eyes rolled back and Tom realized, with sudden revoltion and horror, that she was right, if he'd been stronger, he could have walked away.
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The End
Sick, sick, sick! I felt like throwing up after reading this, please read & review, I really didn't mean any harm, honestly! And don't flame me, I'm screwed up enough as it is. Oh, and sorry about any spelling problems! ;0)