Part 1-The Hunter and His Prey
As the late night light filtered in through the high window of a church tower, a dark bundle shifted on the hard floor. A muffled groan sounded from the depths of the creased fabric, startling some of the surrounding pigeons. As their wings flapped furiously, trying to distance themselves from the curious object, a door opened slowly in the church building. Footsteps sounded softly on the worn steps, bringing a cloaked figure closer to its prey. The Hunter had been looking from this little prize for days, searching all of Great Britain. Others like him had been furiously scouring the continent, just in case the runner got that far.
The Hunter's breath rose slowly in the cold of the autumn, distorting his face into disfigured patterns. Anticipation plastered across his face as a sneer played across his features, making him look even uglier. What was the reward for this "failure"? A step up the ladder, closer to the top, better privileges, or just the pleasure of the kill? The Hunter didn't care, as long as he got the slimy worm back to his master. He had failed the most obvious of the tasks, the easiest. To kill. But was that easy? To the Hunter it was, to take somebody's life, that wasn't hard, was it? Doubt flickered across the Hunter's face. No, this was no time for any hesitation. Shaking his head, the Hunter stopped at the top of the stairs and reached out for the doorknob, a sneer again slid across his face.
As the door creaked open, the pigeons shied away again, flying desperately towards the window. Cooing softly, they sped out of the slit revealing a crumpled mass on the floor. Chuckling to himself, the Hunter advanced, wand raised, towards his victim. Reaching out a gloved hand to the hem of the dark material huddled on the floor, he pulled it towards him in one smooth motion revealing what was beneath. The Hunter let out a roar of disbelief as his eyes fell on the course bag of pigeon seed.
The Hunter realised, too late, that he had been tricked. He didn't even notice the door open a fraction to let a slim figure leave. As the lock clicked shut magically, the Hunter froze mid kick of the pigeon feed, spun on his heel and hurtled towards the old, oak door. Even as the weight of the middle aged man hit it, the door did not budge. Letting out another roar of displeasure, the man apparated back to his master, knowing his prey had been so close and had slipped through his fingers.
After slipping out of the door, the slight boy stumbled down the steps as fast as his legs would take him. Reaching the bottom he sealed the door and fell out into the evening sunshine. Drawing his long cloak around him, he ran down the church path, past the cemetery and out into the quiet country lane. Taking the time to glance left and right, he chose the house in front of him and staggered up to its front door before collapsing onto the cool, neat grass. He was only found the next morning, when a wizened old lady opened the door on her way to town.
The lady gasped in horror at the young man lying face down on the earth, one hand reaching out towards the door. On first instinct, the old lady, had waddled inside and called her son and daughter-in-law. Leaving an urgent message on their answer phone telling them of somebody dressed like her grand-daughter, before bringing a chair out into the garden and watching the body.
A/N- Well that was a bit of a short one for the moent, butI will try to mak the next one longer if you want me to carry on. I hope you like it, please Review. Thanx Caz