HEY HEY HEY! How has it been? It's been a while since I last posted, I was trying to think of what should I rate this chapter. I thought of putting it in R (An innocent child dies by Harry's hands) or PG-13 so people wouldn't have to stress his or herself to click on 'R'. So, as you see, PG-13 is the one. But please, review my chapter and tell me along with the review of what this chapter and/or this whole story should be rated. Please…I really need this.
Anyway, (MUST—STOP SAYING---'ANYWAYS'!' I put together a gas/charcoal grill, isn't that lovely?!?! The only problem is…I can't cook worth a dime! I can only cook breakfast! Eggs, bacon, grits, and buttered toast are the easiest thing to cook. And guess what? I got my lazy ass up and RAKED MY YARD!!! Now that's a miracle! And also during my time off, I beat Kingdom Hearts on expert mode! Here are my end evaluations:
Heartless defeated: 7700
Times Defeated: 31 (This was a hard, HARD game!)
Attacks deflected: 768
Times hit by an enemy: ^cough cough^ 1975…(Lies…ALL LIES!!!)
Total item usage: 78
Party member knockouts: Uhh, lets just skip this. No? Ok then…71 (Don't look at me like that…Donald and Goofy were fighting recklessly while I was in, umm, the CORNER. Yes the corner behind boxes healing them…really!)
Curative spells on a friend: 111 (I told you!)
One more thing…Aisha-Diamond09, I thought you died because of an overdose of Prozac. It's good to hear from you!
My alibi: The pig knew too much about my secret life. I figured it out 'cause it oinked at me in a sexy, seductive way. So, I grabbed my trusty pistol and shot it in the head 3 times. HA HA HA!!!
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Decent into the Darkness
Written by: Ansem Revived (You guys should know this by now.)
(NO MORE LARGE GAPS! YAY!)
Chapter 13: To Get Power Part 2
Harry rubbed the knife vigorously with the damp cloth under the running tap water, blood making the water discolored.
Harry, why are you cleaning it? You can just leave it here with the body.
"I don't like to see anything messy Thomas." Harry turned the kitchen faucet off and dried the knife.
Tell me, Harry, how do you feel now that you killed your brother?
"Like some heavy burden lifted off my chest." Harry put the knife back in its appropriate drawer and proceeded into his room to get a change of clothes. "You do know that Ron wasn't my brother really, we were just strong friends," he thought for a moment, "no, acquaintances. He wouldn't have even thought of what he was going to do to me…" Harry opened the door to his bedroom and grabbed his discarded clothes.
Take anything that you'll need… You're not coming bock if everything goes right.
"What do you mean?" Harry looked around his room, half-expecting to see Thomas. He asked again, "What do you mean? No answer this time. Harry shrugged it off and started to take off the bloodstained T-shirt. He didn't care about what he just did. As long as he could stop the people who were going to imprison him, he couldn't care less…
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For some unexplainable reason, Harry's concern started to go away. He hadn't noticed. Harry started to forget about the girl outside the apartment, leaving her to do what she bid. Harry walked into the den, avoiding contact with that sprawled out carcass on the couch. He peeked outside the peephole to find her. A small-brown haired girl with green eyes and what seemed to be freckles from his view. She wore a small white dress and hat with black buckle shoes. He guessed the girl was at least 4 or 5. He wouldn't hurt her now; she'll die with the rest of the scum in this cesspool.
He kept his eyes on the girl walking around in circles laughing…
Laughing…
Laughing…
The laughter started to wrap around his brain. The girl wouldn't shut up. A rage started to form inside of him, the little child was annoying him. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Harry started to bang on the door. The child didn't seem to hear him. "SHUT UP GOD DAMMIT!!!" This new anger started to consume him, over power him. A compulsion to teach the girl a lesson arrived.
He opened the door. The girl looked up at him and smiled. "Hello sir!"
"SHUT UP, YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH!!!" He wrapped his hands around her neck, grasping tightly. The girl was lifted off her feet. She tried to wail for help, but her throat was practically clenched shut. Instead, a gargle came out.
The psycho started to shake her violently. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" The child placed her hands around his to try to pull them off. He continued to shake her.
"Shut up! Shut up. Shut up…" The tiny arms fell limp.
Harry smiled. "That got her to be quiet." He threw the child into the wall.
Good job, you do have the ability to destroy pure innocence. Now, I'm going to teach you how to convert light.
"You mean to convert light into darkness? I can do that?"
Yes, you can. Even though the power that rests within you is still dormant, you can still 'borrow' some.
"How?"
Look directly into the child's dead eyes. Focus straight on them.
Harry did so. The girl's green eyes were almost staring right back at him from the way she was leaned against the wall.
Now, think of darkness. Infinite darkness…your darkness. Imagine her being in it. She is your slave, your own personal slave ready to do your bidding.
In his mind, everything went dark. But this time…it felt comfortable. Harry looked around to see the girl. "Where is she?" White smoke appeared in front of him, making a form.
The little girl was inside his darkness, crying.
Everything went back to normal. Harry stared at the carcass. "I took your soul. You can cry out all you want, no one will be able to hear you." Harry now turned his attention to his apartment door. "Can I take Ron's using the same method?"
Yes, try it. You might have to use souls much sooner than I expect. Hurry!
Harry ran back into his apartment, leaving the door open. He walked right up to the bloodstained couch with his brother in it; luckily his eyes were still opened. Harry stared right in to them. And just like the little girl's, Ron's brown eyes seem to stare back at him.
The darkness arrived again, the little girl now a hanging, cold puppet. This time Ron arrived, his head down, just like the little girl. Now he had two…
You see, Harry, souls are made up of both light and darkness. And when you take a soul, the darkness overwhelms the light. After you leave—
BANG!!! A bullet shot right by Harry. Slowly, he turned around. An old man carrying a .38 with a hunch in his back stared menacingly at Harry from the doorway. Streaks of tears were running down his worn features.
"You monster…how could you…" The man looked past Harry at Ron. "You are a murderer…" He started to pull the trigger.
Harry quivered. "IT'S NOT GOING TO END LIKE THIS!" There was no way he could die. Not now… He shielded his face with his arms.
BANG!!! Clink… Harry was shivering. Had the bullet missed, he thought. Slowly, he raised his head. What he saw almost scared him senseless.
A black thing had appeared in front of him. He could only see the back of it, but knew instantly what it was.
The little girl had blocked him. It turned around to face Harry. The girl had a blank face. No eyes, no nose, no mouth, nothing. The dress and hat she had on seemed to become her skin, making it look deformed. "What is this?"
"What have you done to my granddaughter? Charlotte, is that you? Please answer me Charlotte."
Tell it to attack, Harry.
He had no other choice. "Attack!"
The creature faced the man again. It walked slowly towards him. "You're not my granddaughter, you are a demon!" He fired one shot at Charlotte. His demise was sealed. The child vanished into thin air in a cloud of black smoke; the bullet created a hole through it.
"Where is she?" The man looked around the room, and then at Harry, "WHERE IS—" He felt something graze his back. He turned around and saw the child. Her hands were now sharp blades; she had probably scraped the old man's back.
"Stay back!" The man barked at the girl, now right in front of him.
The girl stopped, sensing the man's fear. With that, she punched him right in his stomach; the blade on her right hand was covered in blood, dripping on the floor. The man fell on his knees.
"Why?" The man stared right into the blank face. Nothing could be felt… The girl withdrew her hand as the man dropped to the floor, creating a pool of blood.
Harry stared in awe. "She came back…"
No Harry, that is her soul. You made her the way she is now. She obeys you and only you. Tell to retreat; let her return back inside you.
"Retreat." The girl faced Harry again. A purple pool-like ring formed around her feet. She slowly sank into it. He asked Thomas, "Is she going back within me?" He was confused.
She is. It is not going to hurt you.
The girl was gone and the pool vanished. Harry was amazed. He could now summon souls that he had taken and use them for his own!
All of a sudden, he fell to floor. His head was swirling like crazy. Thomas warned him.
Harry, listen to me very carefully… You have just used a child's soul to do your bidding. Like I said before, the light in children is greater than the light in adults. Right now, you are in pain. You may have the ability to convert a child's light to darkness, but you don't yet have the power to control it safely. Try to avoid summoning the child until you think that you can handle it.
The pain in his head felt like someone hit him with a hammer. But it passed after a few minutes.
Harry thought for a moment,
he needed more souls…
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Sayonara
Ansem Revived.