Paine's Grey
Chapter 3
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Immediately I sprinted for the door. I heard the air whistle behind me as
he whipped out his wand with incredible speed.
"Piedras immobilus!" he shouted. Just as my fingertips brushed the
doorknob, I felt my legs lose all their strength. I fell to the floor, crashing into the
door with my momentum. I cried out as the back of my head smashed against
the doorjamb, and for a moment I saw sunbursts flash across my vision. Then
through the haze I saw Black's legs coming closer to me. Despite his earlier
reassurances, I was mortally afraid. Angering a mass murderer with an attempt
to escape was not the best of ideas. I looked up at him from the floor, expecting
to see rage twisting his face. Instead, I was shocked and somewhat bewildered to
see an ocean of hurt churning in the depths of his black eyes. For a few long
moments he looked down at me, and under his anguished scrutiny I looked
away. Why did I suddenly feel as if I'd betrayed him? He was a murderer, for
God's sake, sure I was justified in trying to escape. With an inexplicable mood
swing, my guilt suddenly ignited into anger. I glared at him, incensed that he'd
made me question my own motivation for fleeing. He watched me change, too! I
thought, ignoring my reasonable internal voice that reminded me that he'd
closed his eyes. As I glowered into his face, I saw some of his hurt begin to
freeze, forming an opaque barrier behind his eyes, cutting me off from his
innermost thoughts. Black's demeanor changed: he stared down haughtily at me
where I lay, and when he spoke his voice seemed almost contemptuous.
"Well, that wasn't very nice," he said, looking down at me. "Now I'm
afraid I can't trust you anymore. I'll have to leave this curse on to make sure you
don't bolt while my back is turned." I gave him a dirty look, earning myself a
bland stare in return. Out of sheer spite, I sought about for something nasty to
fling at him.
"Do you make a habit of sneaking into houses and incapacitating the
occupants if, for some inconceivable reason, they object to harboring a
murderer?" I demanded scathingly. Black's eyes flashed as he stepped forward.
"I told you, I'm not a murderer," he said, his voice gone cold and
dangerous, "And for your information, miss."
"Mira," I spat, then mentally cursed myself for giving him my real name.
"For your information then, Mira, I haven't inflicted my company on
anyone for years, and I'm sincerely regretting doing so now. But as the damage
is done, I may as well make the best of a bad situation." He strode over to the
window and looked up and down the rain-obscured streets. "There're dementors
everywhere. Even if your company is less than congenial, " he said, shooting a
twisted smile at me, "a safe haven is a safe haven. Now, Mira, I'm going to have
to ask you to move yourself away from the door."
"How?" I asked, gesturing irritatedly at my useless legs. Without an
answer, Black returned over to where I lay and knelt down next to me. Before I
could figure out what he was doing, he slipped one arm under my knees and the
other around my back. He lifted me into the air and I struggled violently, my
temper finally erupting.
"Put me down, you son of a bitch!" I yelled, trying very hard to pummel
his head while twisting to get out of his arms. Black seemed as oblivious to my
punches as to my screams, and he carried me purposely towards the bedroom.
Thrashing about even harder, I made an especially violent lunge as we passed
through the doorway in a last-ditch attempt to escape. This turned out to be a
mistake, however. Instead of dislodging me from my captor's arms, I succeeded
only in hitting my already-dented head against the doorframe. That was the last
straw for my poor, abused skull: my senses fled in protest, hiding in a wave of
engulfing darkness.
A/N: Thanks for reading my story! I love my readers! There will be more, I actually have it written, but I need to find time to type it. Hopefully I'll get my new chapters posted soon. In the meantime, review and tell me how I'm doing! I'm sure reviews will help me type faster.
Chapter 3
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Immediately I sprinted for the door. I heard the air whistle behind me as
he whipped out his wand with incredible speed.
"Piedras immobilus!" he shouted. Just as my fingertips brushed the
doorknob, I felt my legs lose all their strength. I fell to the floor, crashing into the
door with my momentum. I cried out as the back of my head smashed against
the doorjamb, and for a moment I saw sunbursts flash across my vision. Then
through the haze I saw Black's legs coming closer to me. Despite his earlier
reassurances, I was mortally afraid. Angering a mass murderer with an attempt
to escape was not the best of ideas. I looked up at him from the floor, expecting
to see rage twisting his face. Instead, I was shocked and somewhat bewildered to
see an ocean of hurt churning in the depths of his black eyes. For a few long
moments he looked down at me, and under his anguished scrutiny I looked
away. Why did I suddenly feel as if I'd betrayed him? He was a murderer, for
God's sake, sure I was justified in trying to escape. With an inexplicable mood
swing, my guilt suddenly ignited into anger. I glared at him, incensed that he'd
made me question my own motivation for fleeing. He watched me change, too! I
thought, ignoring my reasonable internal voice that reminded me that he'd
closed his eyes. As I glowered into his face, I saw some of his hurt begin to
freeze, forming an opaque barrier behind his eyes, cutting me off from his
innermost thoughts. Black's demeanor changed: he stared down haughtily at me
where I lay, and when he spoke his voice seemed almost contemptuous.
"Well, that wasn't very nice," he said, looking down at me. "Now I'm
afraid I can't trust you anymore. I'll have to leave this curse on to make sure you
don't bolt while my back is turned." I gave him a dirty look, earning myself a
bland stare in return. Out of sheer spite, I sought about for something nasty to
fling at him.
"Do you make a habit of sneaking into houses and incapacitating the
occupants if, for some inconceivable reason, they object to harboring a
murderer?" I demanded scathingly. Black's eyes flashed as he stepped forward.
"I told you, I'm not a murderer," he said, his voice gone cold and
dangerous, "And for your information, miss."
"Mira," I spat, then mentally cursed myself for giving him my real name.
"For your information then, Mira, I haven't inflicted my company on
anyone for years, and I'm sincerely regretting doing so now. But as the damage
is done, I may as well make the best of a bad situation." He strode over to the
window and looked up and down the rain-obscured streets. "There're dementors
everywhere. Even if your company is less than congenial, " he said, shooting a
twisted smile at me, "a safe haven is a safe haven. Now, Mira, I'm going to have
to ask you to move yourself away from the door."
"How?" I asked, gesturing irritatedly at my useless legs. Without an
answer, Black returned over to where I lay and knelt down next to me. Before I
could figure out what he was doing, he slipped one arm under my knees and the
other around my back. He lifted me into the air and I struggled violently, my
temper finally erupting.
"Put me down, you son of a bitch!" I yelled, trying very hard to pummel
his head while twisting to get out of his arms. Black seemed as oblivious to my
punches as to my screams, and he carried me purposely towards the bedroom.
Thrashing about even harder, I made an especially violent lunge as we passed
through the doorway in a last-ditch attempt to escape. This turned out to be a
mistake, however. Instead of dislodging me from my captor's arms, I succeeded
only in hitting my already-dented head against the doorframe. That was the last
straw for my poor, abused skull: my senses fled in protest, hiding in a wave of
engulfing darkness.
A/N: Thanks for reading my story! I love my readers! There will be more, I actually have it written, but I need to find time to type it. Hopefully I'll get my new chapters posted soon. In the meantime, review and tell me how I'm doing! I'm sure reviews will help me type faster.