For those of you who like the story and want more….Voila and for those that don't….well its just not polite to say that kind of thing to someone…..lol
After a half hour Harry Stopped to rest and take a drink from the bottle of water and take a bite of one of the 2 pieces of beef jerky that had been provided. Not exactly filling but made a person fend off the hunger for a while, hopefully long enough to get out of this place.
That is where Harry just may have an advantage over anyone, he had been locked in a cupboard for weeks without food at some points. After maybe a day or two everyone else would be feeling the effects enough not to be thinking or functioning clearly.
Since when am I thinking of advantages over everyone? I'm only killing the Deatheater my classmates are my equals and I will not kill them.
In truth Harry didn't even know who all was here, for all he knew it could be a handful of people. People he hardly knew, in that case shouldn't be able to off them.
WHAT AM I THINKING? He mentally shook his mind again.
Better not to think about stuff like that apparently, but Moody's training while short and brief had really been driven home, especially the survival factor. After all Harry was the most opportune weapon against Voldemort and currently the most promising, until now of course. Now merely a pawn in his demented game of king of the hill.
Before anymore thoughts of his classmates Harry packed his equipment, double checked the slide to make sure a round was chambered and was well of his way following the trail of trampled undergrowth.
Whoever it was hunting them they really weren't making it a point to cover their trail or didn't think the students were smart enough to catch on and hunt them in turn.
As Harry walked through a brief open areas he quickly thought of another reason, maybe they made the trail easy enough to follow that if some idiot carelessly followed they coul---
BANG!
Harry hit the ground dropping as fast as he could but not before a force like a hammer hit his left upper arm slightly below the shoulder right outside the safety of the bulletproof vest. Harry saw the little spray of blood as he turned his head going down.
Harry dropped and laid motionless. Apparently this was enough to convince the Deatheater though
As they turned and ran the opposite direction through the forest.
Once Harry was sure they were gone he rose slightly and crawled into a nearby alcove of a tree to further conceal himself.
Next he checked the wound, while it bled quite openly he could see it wasn't much more than a flesh wound. He could handle the pain and it started to slowly ebb away, not disappearing I mean seriously he had a chunk of skin missing, but enough for his arm to move without pain.
Thank god it wasn't his right arm, even though it wasn't a vital hit he still wanted to use it as minimal as possible. Tearing a strip from the hem of his pant legging he tied it around the bleeding bullet stuck area.
The thin strip quickly soaked through but would help the blood to quickly clot and would keep it from the elements. Infection could really be bad while trying to survive this place.
Harry was once again up and running toward the path the assailant left. This time making sure to stay to the side of the path and stay almost completely silent. Now he had surprise on his side, the Deatheater considered him dead or at most injured enough not to be of trouble.
Harry heard a large crash in the foliage just ahead and stop and kneeled enough to see though the plants and saw a familiar black cloaked figure getting up after apparently tripping. Harry was please to hear the pitch of a feminine voice although he thought it was a slim chance he still was hoping for it to be Bellatrix Lestrange. Now it seemed it could be entirely true, this would make it much easier to kill the bitch.
Harry snuck up on the person as she opened a rucksack and began tearing it apart looking for something, finally bringing out a bottle of water she drank from it greedily. After this she provided food from the rucksack.
Harry almost laughed but caught himself as he snuck to her left flank.
Harry carefully put his hand on the side of the handgun to muffle the sound of the safety. Bellatrix lifter her head at the slight noise and looked around but being that Harry was in camo pattern and had ducked his uncovered head expecting her reaction she could not see a thing.
Harry slowly raised the firearm to bear upon her position and lightly touching the trigger brought the laser up to glare upon the side of her robed head. Then rethinking he moved it to her knee, she was going to see the face of her murderer just as Sirius had. Wait not murderer, just killer you couldn't murder a Deatheater, well based on the views of Moody, but Harry quite liked that idea.
Pondering for many moments to long the robed figure saw the dot on her ankle and made to jump out of the way.
Harry fired hastily hitting the bottom of her foot as she rolled out of the way, but the armor piercing bullet that was loaded didn't even come close to stop at the bone of her foot and continued its travel ripping up her leg till it was halfway to the knee and then exited sprayed much more blood and gore than Harry's wound had done.
Though it was still a sizable amount more than Harry's upper arm it still was not all the damaging due to the fact that the bullet was designed for penetration and not shear shredding power like the hollow points.
It still however was a gruesome enough wound that the figure fell to the ground screaming and clutching the limb.
Harry ran up on her.
"Hands to your head now!" he commanded.
When she failed to comply he put a round through one of the hands that were franticly gripping her damaged leg.
"TOO YOUR HEAD!" he shouted even louder than the first time.
This time the blood covered hands shot to her head with one sporting a neat hole that was gushing torrents of scarlet juice.
Harry stepped over to her and patted her down finding a glock 40 standard police issue at her side in a holster.
He took both said objects from her fumbling with the catch on the belt due to the slippery fluid covering it.
Harry's face dropped however as he pulled the hood back.
"Holy shit, Pansy?"
"NO YOU DUMB FUCK!" was shouted back.
Then in a much quieter voice in a near whisper.
"Pansy is my daughter."
Harry's face then set back to a stone cold nothingness, no emotion upon it or even in the lifeless emeralds held within the eye sockets.
"Roll back your left sleeve please" the tone was one of cold steel.
She whimpered knowing just what would happen if she did.
"Do you need me to do it myself?" the voice had no sense of pity but seeing as it was the hand he decided to punish he decided it was a small concession to make.
After she nodded he pulled her left arm out and was trying to role the sleeve when she violently jerked her arm back pulling him off balance and kicked with her good leg aiming at the family jewels but hitting the slightly more solid muscle of his lower abdomen.
It still made his breath hitch in pain but not enough so that when she reached for the gun---
BANG! For the third time a shot rung out through the forest making all life go completely silent.
Harry sat back and waited for all pain to subside before rising up again.
He did not want to look but had to strip her off all useful items that he could use to keep going.
The ground around was painted with near black blood from the head wound, and he was sick when he noticed the piece of rapidly moving metal had taken the right eye socket and whatever else was in it, and quickly blended it to a thick paste which was leaking down the side of her hideous to begin with face.
After divesting his stomach of it much needed contents he swore he would not do anything to throw up like that again.
Of course he couldn't know then how wrong he turn out to be, but at least he wouldn't throw up again.
He quickly checked the left arm that he had failed at before, breathing a sigh of relief at the dark mark blazed upon it.
Searching the rucksack he found a good supply of dinner rolls which would be much more filling than the jerky and containing starches to keep him going. As well a supply of water to add to his own and while she didn't have armor piercing rounds as suspected she did have a supply 50 hollowpoints and of 50 rounds of ball ammunition which she had shot him with which although better than hollow point with penetrating power didn't come close to matching the armor piercing it did better than the hollow points with only a little less devastation making it quite useful.
There were 3 magazines of ball ammunition loaded and 3 more of hollow points.
He also unsheathed a 8 inch hunting knife and quickly sheathing it attached it to his belt beside the glock 40 in its holster.
Now he was ready for anything with a main weapon, a back up, and a close quarters final means of defense. He just severely hoped that none of the others had actually started playing this sick game.
He planned to find his friends and find a place to camp out, at least now that he had killed he would be exempt from the 24 hour rule of death.
And although it meant his friends would have to kill to live more than 24 hours he put all his hope into the fact that it would not come to that and they could all make it out alive and well. He wouldn't forget the horrors of this day already and would never wish that upon any of his classmates.
Thoughts quickly broken by cries of terror he was dashed from his reverie and ran almost blindly ran through the foliage, he knew just who that voice belonged to, and if harm came to her whomever was responsible would pay, oh how they would pay.
So what you think? I had a vote for pansy and while I do long to kill her, had to deal with the deatheater that I had already brought into play. Hopefully this is enough to satisfy the person, and if not, relax in the fact that she will die eventually, hopefully sooner than you think. READ AND REVIEW….and don't forget to VOTE THE DEATH….lol