Chapter 2 - The Cube Stone of Past Reminiscing
"Wormtail, did you bring it?" asked the hooded figure coldly.
"Yes, my Lord , I have it right here," the man called Wormtail replied. Gwen would have thought this was a funny name, but being stuck in a Metabolife booth with two dangerous people around with a dangerous stick, she wasn't in the mood to joke around. She was ready to burst with tears and she was shaking horribly, but she supposed it was best to keep silent. The man opened his pouch to reveal a large, translucent cube, and extended it in his gleaming hand to the hooded man, who was obviously his boss.
"Ah, it's a good thing too. You don't know how hard it was to obtain this, the Cube Stone of Past Reminiscing. We wouldn't want to have any unforgivable curses performed tonight," the concealed figure said, his voice growing colder, and somewhat happy at the thought of the last few words.
"Yes, master, I know. That was an amazing fight you had with that dragon if I might say, having to cut open his stomach to get that, you know. And those Norway dragons are very rare. And -"
The hooded figure interrupted, "Wormtail, enough. I know my feats are great, but I do not enjoy you wasting my precious time to suck-up. You know we need to get the last two ingredients, then that boy will be mine! I will travel back in time with this stone fourteen years, and finish him off before all the trouble even starts." He seemed to no longer be talking to his accomplice, but to himself, breathing with icy pleasure. He continued, "Then I will be in power from then on! And no one will be able to stop me! It would have been nice if I could have obtained one of those quick time-travelers from the Minister of Magic, which need no ingredients, but since I am not back to full power yet, we know there are restrictions on that. People, especially Dumbledore, are hot on my trail. A pity."
"Yes, my Lord Voldemort," said Wormtail, who seemed to shutter at the name.
"However, we may have trouble retrieving the last two ingredients, since the instructions are so vague," the hooded man addressed as Lord Voldemort said. Gwen listened carefully, although petrified. They were talking about time travel? And they needed just two more things. She stifled a cough, as she did not want to be found and blasted to smithereens with the large stick.
"Yes, my Lord. We only need to mix it in a cauldron with -- "
But once again he was interrupted, "WORMTAIL!! You slimy idiot! Do not speak of it here. We can not say too much, who knows what spys linger!"
Did he know that Gwen was there? Apparently not, because he hadn't looked at the Metabolife booth once. Nevertheless, Gwen tried as hard as she could to stop the sound of her breathing. Then, the figure called Lord Voldemort lifted his large stick and pointed it at Wormtail. After saying a few strange words, Wormtail was on the ground squealing in pain.
"Perhaps that will teach you not to let certain things slip," he said, with a tone in his voice which made it sound as if he enjoyed bringing excruciating pain to other people. Gwen shuddered silently.
"I'm sorry Master," Wormtail cried in agony, as the results of the stick began to wear off.
"We will go. I will keep after the cube stone," said Lord Voldemort. And with that, they vanished.
Gwen, now officially freaked out, wanted more than anything to leave. Silent tears emerging from her eyes , she knew that all the doors were locked and there was no way out. In addition, what if the two murderous criminals (whatever they were up to) were still around?
'I have to stay right here,' she thought. She wanted to turn on the lights, but she knew she couldn't. All the same, her white skin was glowing brightly, and she sincerely hoped it would be enough to get her through the night. She eventually cried herself to sleep. ~
"Hey, what are you doing in my booth, you little hooligan?" a stickly little old man cried the next morning.
'Oh NO!,' thought Gwen, ' I must have fell asleep!'
"I'm so sorry s-sir, I-I'm gonna, u-uuh-h leave now," stammered Gwen, picking up her things.
"No you won't! Who knows what you stole!," the old man said, "SECURITY!!!!"
"No sir, I was just sleeping there, I didn't steal...." she started to say, but then began running, as the same fat female cop that was in the bathroom was jogging after her. With the same luck as the other night, she escaped the cop (who was breathing heavily after her workout) and hid in a tree.
'Great! I guess I'm going on the most wanted list now. ,' she thought, overreacting a bit. But she didn't care as the events of last night began to sink in. Maybe it was a dream. How could she have fallen asleep with all that going on? But she knew this was wishful thinking.
Being cautious, Gwen found places to stay during the rest of August. She was out of London now, and beginning a journey north. She didn't have any idea where she was headed, but it was bound to be better than at home, where she was treated so badly. Today, most of her bruises were healed, and she was clean, as she'd taken a bath in a lake. Unfortunately, she was down quite a bit with her money. ' Oh, well, it lasted longer than I expected it to...' she thought. But living off of stale donuts, bread and Snapple (one for every three days) wasn't exactly fun. ~
Yeah, fun. To be cont. Soon.