Author's Note: I'm thanking again for the reviews, and this time includes Jo! Jo, thank you for showering me with compliments even though I don't near deserve them! Same to you too, typewritter 15! Do you seriously think I'm a gifted writer? I mean, I don't know about that but what I do know is that I LOVE to write. I write EVERY SINGLE DAY and I CAN'T LIVE without writing! And there's very very little that happens in this one. Ok, enough talk. Here it is!

If you must hurt someone

You need not use a weapon

Nor do you need to use fists

You need not use a threat

Nor do you need to use words

All you need is a HEART

There is nothing more torturous

Than aching in the heart

That night, Tom had much difficulty falling asleep. The room was dark and he was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling above him. Even though he could not see the ceiling quite properly, the room being dark of course, he knew he was looking at it. And what might he be doing while staring at the ceiling, you might ask? Of course, he was thinking. Tom was always thinking. Thinking led him to great power. Thinking is one of the most important things in the world. At the moment, he was thinking about Lily. He had always been thinking about Lily these days, ever since he fell in love with her. He also did some thinking about the Chamber of Secrets. He was still friends with that big blundering oaf, Hagrid, and Hagrid had no clue. Hagrid had no idea. Tom had come across the Chamber earlier that year. He had heard about it and had done a great amount of research on it. Already knowing about his ability to speak parseltongue, he decided to use that serpentine language to control the Basilisk. He realized he could kill people with it by controlling it to go somewhere. Its great big eyes would murder the people instantly.

"I must kill James," he murmured to himself.

"No, that's not enough," said a little voice in his head. "So he dies. Big deal. How would that satisfy you?"

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "It doesn't."

"Exactly. Wouldn't you want to torture him first?" the voice said in a way that sounded like it almost smiled a cold nasty smile.

"But how?"

"His heart. Use his heart. That hurts more than anything else."

"Of course! His heart!"

Tom knew that emotional torture was a lot worse than physical torture. He tried to think of how he could do this but he couldn't. He then realized that if he had to kill someone with the Basilisk, it would be to kill someone who was close to James. But who? There were so many people. There was that gang. That gang of around eleven people. He had to choose a particular someone. Someone whom he detested in that gang but he couldn't think of somebody he detested. Someone who got on his nerves, perhaps? Someone who aggravated him, someone who made him angry, someone who irritated him. He could think of a few people but the one his mind was particularly set on was Myrtle. Myrtle was soooo infuriating. She was a young looking, small girl with glasses that carried long black hair that was always tied up. She maintained a short height and was pushy, and very sensitive. Her voice was very high and annoying, and she always carried books around with her. She was also quite nosy and always liked to gossip.

"I hate that girl," Tom muttered in a very aggravated voice.

He never understood why she was so close to James but perhaps it was because they had been friends almost their whole lives and that James' other friends felt so sorry for her.

Tom had decided that night that he will indeed kill Myrtle.

The next day, Tom was eerily quiet. His mind was racked on plans of killing Myrtle. How can he lure her into a trap? Where can he lure her to? During lunch when Romulus, who was the only friend left now, tried to speak to him, Tom was hardly paying attention.

"Are you alright?" Romulus asked, a tone of concern recognized in his voice.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine."

If you were to look at Tom at that moment, you would be able to see how easily deep in thought he was. Anybody could've noticed it.

Tom looked up across his own table to see the table beside, full of Gryffindors. To his surprise, he realized his plan might be able to work after all. Myrtle was having a nasty argument with James at the table about something ridiculous and unimportant. Seeing that it was his only opportunity, Tom stood up without warning, and ambled over to an angry Myrtle and a shouting James. As he stood behind them, they both stopped, and looked up at him in confusion.

"What do you want, Riddle?" James said rather nastily, his brown eyes flashing in anger.

"My my, a shouting James and an angry Myrtle. Isn't this wonderful?"

"Don't tell me you've come here just to mock us because that's pathetic, Riddle, really," James continued.

"I'm interested to see what you girls are fighting about. So what is it? Is it some little argument that comes and goes?"

"It's none of your business!" shouted Myrtle, a malicious look crossing her face.

"I think you both have to work on your temper," Tom said casually, keeping his cool.

"If you really want to," Myrtle began, "it involves your girlfriend."

Tom's brow raised. "Really?" He was definitely intrigued. He shot a quick glance at Lily, who was innocently sitting at the far end of the table. "Well, Lily's business is my business so please, Myrtle, do tell."

"James Potter here," she began, spitting the name out poisonously, "has got a thing for Lily. He tells me to calm down about it. I mean, calm down? How can I calm down?"

"Why wouldn't you be able to calm down?"

"Because I fancy him! He thinks Lily is so much better than I am, that she deserves so much more."

Tom Riddle nodded in understanding. 'Oh Lily is so much better than you are, Myrtle, she does deserve so much more,' Tom thought but never spoke.

"Why do you have to spill these things to a stranger?" James demanded.

"Oh, I'm a stranger, am I now? I thought we were good friends, James," Tom said with a deadly grin.

"Good friends? You threatened to kill me, you nutcase!"

"Oh be quiet, James! And you know what? He is going to kill you! You fancy Lily Evans. What do you think about that, Tom?" Myrtle said with a smile, hoping Tom would get angry.

Tom knew that James had been after her all along. And it had been so obvious.

"I am angry but don't you worry now, girl, I will rip James apart. It's a pity he doesn't fancy you a bit, isn't it, Myrtle? It's a pity that his eyes are totally set on my dear Lily and that that's all his eyes are ever going to set on. It's a pity that you guys have been friends, such good friends, for sooooo long and still...James Potter has no feelings for you. It's too bad he thinks you're pathetic and useless and that if you left him and never came back, it would make no difference."

Myrtle's smile curved into an enormous frown. Her eyes began to redden and it was easy to tell that she was going to cry at any given point.

"That's not true, that's a lie!" James yelled.

"What do you care, Potter? You only fancy Lily, nobody else. In fact, you hate Myrtle. You DESPISE Myrtle. You don't give a damn about her. You never even think to see how pretty she can be, how smart she can be, the powers she obtains. You don't even look at her twice."

Myrtle sobbed quite heavily and Tom saw that he had done his thing. He just had to wait until Myrtle would go to the bathroom and cry herself silly.

"Oh please, go cry somewhere else, you big loser! That's what James always thought when you ended up in tears. Didn't you know that?" Tom said.

Myrtle instantly got up from the table and sprinted off towards the nearest bathroom.

"What was that for, you great big git?!" James erupted.

"You'll see," Tom whispered wickedly. He swept off on his trail to the Chamber of Secrets. On his way to summon the Basilisk.

Author's Note: I'm sorry this chapter was so short! Well actually, all the other chapters except for chapter 1 were pretty short. Well, I apologize. I know this story didn't have very much in it, it really didn't, and it isn't so accurate, because it's really not. I don't even think Myrtle is in Gryffindor or 16 years old when she died. But then again, everything else about this story is not really so accurate. Sorry about that!

Man, I wish there were more people to read my stuff...