Part 20
She was hurtling through the air on her broomstick at breakneck speed. Raindrops pelted her face and arms like bullets as she tried to keep up with-with.with what? She didn't know. All she knew was that she couldn't lose the dark shape flitting in and out of sight just ahead of her.The black form flew over a sleepy little town swathed in fog, nestled snugly between two green mountains. It circled once, twice, then dove down into it. Star pursued, urging her broomstick on.The shape made a beeline for a small purple house surrounded by a white picket fence on the edge of the town. It stopped, and Star saw the shape clearly for the first time.A man, skeletally thin, dressed in long flowing black velvet robes. He kicked down the door and swept inside. Star circled the house before landing on the side lawn-for some reason, afraid to go inside. She peered in a window, voices were coming from that room, but their owners were just out of sight.
"Where is Black?" a high, cold voice hissed.
"I don't know!" cried a frightened woman's voice.
"Don't lie to me, woman." the cold voice said. "Tell me.Tell me, and I will spare you-and the child."
"I tell you-I don't know!" the woman let out a sob. "He just left." Another sob. "I don't know where he is!"
"The blood-chilling voice sounded again, "I grow weary of these games.this is your last chance-tell me where Black is, or the child dies!"
"No!" the woman shrieked. "Not my baby! Have mercy, Lord! Have mercy!"
"Get out of the way!" the cruel voice snarled, "Stand aside."
"No! No! I won't let you!"
"Then you leave me no choice."
"NO! Please, no!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
A blast of green light exploded within the room, and poured out the window, blinding Star, and blasting her several feet into the air. She struck her head against a tree, and slid to the ground in a heap.
The world was spinning.Star fought desperately to stay conscious, struggled to keep off the dark blanket threatening to overcome her.
Exhausted, she finally gave up, and submitted herself to blackness.
She was hurtling through the air on her broomstick at breakneck speed. Raindrops pelted her face and arms like bullets as she tried to keep up with-with.with what? She didn't know. All she knew was that she couldn't lose the dark shape flitting in and out of sight just ahead of her.The black form flew over a sleepy little town swathed in fog, nestled snugly between two green mountains. It circled once, twice, then dove down into it. Star pursued, urging her broomstick on.The shape made a beeline for a small purple house surrounded by a white picket fence on the edge of the town. It stopped, and Star saw the shape clearly for the first time.A man, skeletally thin, dressed in long flowing black velvet robes. He kicked down the door and swept inside. Star circled the house before landing on the side lawn-for some reason, afraid to go inside. She peered in a window, voices were coming from that room, but their owners were just out of sight.
"Where is Black?" a high, cold voice hissed.
"I don't know!" cried a frightened woman's voice.
"Don't lie to me, woman." the cold voice said. "Tell me.Tell me, and I will spare you-and the child."
"I tell you-I don't know!" the woman let out a sob. "He just left." Another sob. "I don't know where he is!"
"The blood-chilling voice sounded again, "I grow weary of these games.this is your last chance-tell me where Black is, or the child dies!"
"No!" the woman shrieked. "Not my baby! Have mercy, Lord! Have mercy!"
"Get out of the way!" the cruel voice snarled, "Stand aside."
"No! No! I won't let you!"
"Then you leave me no choice."
"NO! Please, no!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
A blast of green light exploded within the room, and poured out the window, blinding Star, and blasting her several feet into the air. She struck her head against a tree, and slid to the ground in a heap.
The world was spinning.Star fought desperately to stay conscious, struggled to keep off the dark blanket threatening to overcome her.
Exhausted, she finally gave up, and submitted herself to blackness.