The Game
Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter and all characters contained within this story are all property of J.K. Rowling.
Author: Abyss
Email: IndelibleChild@yahoo.com
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Erm... Death... I guess.
Genre: Horror?
Summary: Hermoine dies, Hermoine dies.
Author's Notes: I'm not really sure what this is... but I rather enjoy the vibe of it, so here we are! Very short. "She" is Hermoine; "he" is whoever you want it to be... Harry comes to mind though, when I read it.
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She stumbled as she ran, blood running out of the gashes on her body. Strands of hair stuck to her dirty face that was wet with tears and sweat, she could hear him behind her. Involuntary noises squeaked out of her mouth as she ran in panic along the beaten dirt path in the cold, dark forest. The path ended and the forest opened up to a clearing. A long since deserted home loomed in shadows, her very presence near the home filled her dread, the only thing that kept her from running from the house was the thing behind her.
He was after her…
Opening the door she ran around hoping to find somewhere to hide. The cold moonlight sliced through the grimy broken windows, making the house more desolate and haunting. Only finding empty rooms and a broken staircase that led to the upper levels of the house, she ran into the basement. The moment she opened that door, the smell of decaying death overwhelmed her. Frantically raced down the stairs she understood her mistake of coming down…. She knew she wouldn't survive this.
The only light the neglected basement offered was that same harsh moonlight, coming through from one small crack of a window. A thick spider web was placed where the glass in the frame would have sat. she crawled behind the rotting stairs and hid the best she could, she could feel the webs on her sweat infested back, and the disgusting insects that once crawled those webs, now crawling on her back.
She tried hard to quiet her heavy breathing as she heard him slowly descending the creaking stairs. Closing her eyes she held her breath, but he still knew she was there. Agonizing minutes had passed as she stayed in her corner, aware that he knew exactly were she was. Her fear excited him; it was obvious he was going to play this out… after all he had the time in the world…
The faint moonlight made his eyes glow as he moved in on her. She stared at his eyes, before getting up and trying to run back up the stairs… but she failed. He threw her to the ground in one simple move, as if she were a rag doll.
"Why are you doing this?" she whispered, tears running down her dirty face.
"It always ends like this…" he said before raising his knife one last time, plummeting it into her chest. Her last scream muffled inside the dark house.
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