Many years have passed since Tom Riddle tormented Colin for the first time. Yes, he has done similar things to Colin and the other children since then. Now he is not overlooked or mistreated by his peers, because he is a spiteful bully with an unquenchable rage in his heart. Maybe it has something to do with what Mrs. Cole had told him several days ago on New Year's Eve…
The orphanage was celebrating New Year's, and since it was the season there was tinsel and ribbon and Father Christmas and reindeer decorations on the walls. Boys and girls were singing carols and others played games, there wasn't a frown to be seen. Of course Tom wasn't truly in a celebrative mood. This only meant to him that he wouldn't have had to do chores today, because it was his eleventh birthday.
Another year wasted away, another dream gone. Perhaps it's true that he'll never come back. Tom had always secretly wished that his father would come and take him away from the orphanage, the most detestable place on the earth. But he never had, a bitter defeat in itself, his father had never come to rescue him.
Tom could see Mrs. Cole staring at him strangely out of the corner of his eye. It must be because Tom had bullied the other children, well of course she couldn't prove it, but he had. Tom turned to see that Mrs. Cole had walked up to him.
"Hello, Tom." She said coolly.
"Hello, Mrs. Cole." Tom replied in a seemingly innocent tone.
"Tom, I need to speak to you about something important." Mrs. Cole was nearly whispering. "Follow me."
Mrs. Cole walked quickly for an aging woman, Tom walked right behind her to the nurse's office.
"Why are we going to the nurse's office, Mrs. Cole?" Tom asked.
She didn't answer. Instead she just opened the door and turned on the lights. There was a sort of odd silence hanging in the room.
Tom cleared his throat.
Mrs. Cole woke out of her reverie. "Oh, right. Sorry dear, I was thinking." Mrs. Cole started. "I didn't think you were old enough to hear what I am about to tell you until today. Today eleven years ago your mother came walking up our steps looking for shelter and help, she near fainted on the porch. Anyway, we let her in with open arms. It wasn't the first time something had happened like that. I was the one who escorted her in here, where she had you."
Mrs. Cole continued, "You may not know however that she named you after your father, Tom Riddle and your grandfather, Marvolo. Your mother's name was Merope Gaunt Riddle. She died shortly after giving you birth."
It couldn't sink in. His mother was dead? All his fantasies seemed horribly ironic now, looking back. His mother had never loved him, of course she hadn't. Death had been the only way out of knowing him. Oh and his father…
"And… what… what about my dad? What happened to him?" Tom asked shakily, stuttering.
"I don't know Tom. He never came here, probably doesn't know where you are, I expect." Mrs. Cole answered quietly.
"What was she like? My mother, what was she like?" Tom asked, a tear falling down his cheek, a tear of rage. She left me! She hates me! I hate her! She left me!
"I don't rightly know. She seemed poor, she seemed sad, she seemed done. But I don't know, Tom." The old woman said, she tried to put her arm around Tom's shoulder, but he quickly stood up.
"Thank you, Mrs. Cole. I think I am going to turn in, I am really tired." Tom quickly left the nurse's office leaving Mrs. Cole to her thoughts.
Tom was in a rage. My mother! She left me all alone in this place! She deserted me! I hate her! Tom yelled in his head, knocking down a portrait of St. George in his blind-anger. My mother left me all alone in this ugly place! I thought I was special, but it turns out I'm despised. By my own mother! Tom stomped his feet, he made strange shrieking noises that never left his mouth, his hands clenched and unclenched looking for a throat to tear out. And my father! He left me! He didn't even bother looking for me! Oh what an idiot I was! I don't want to be his son. He left me! I needed him and he stabbed me in my heart! It's as if her death and his betrayal are brand new. I hate them!
Tom found his room, amazingly enough, with all those tears of hate and rage in his eyes. "I hate them!" Tom screamed at the top of his lungs. "I hate them!"
Beds were swirling by the ceiling, racing by each other. The windows broke of their own accord and the floors creaked threateningly. The whole house was shaking and then it stopped. Everything stopped, the beds fell back into their prearranged spots, the floor was stable and the house seemed whole again. Yet, something was different with Tom. There was a red glint in his eye that hadn't been there before, what was it?
"If I find my father, he will die as surely as he is dead to me now." It was strange to hear the maniacal laughter come out of a handsome eleven year old. But of course no one could hear him since they were all down stairs.
The door creaked, surely it wasn't Tom again? No it couldn't be. His eyes were dark and unreadable again, his face had composure, and only the broken windows hinted that his heart was dark, twisted, and sinister.
The door was completely open now, and a boy with a cardboard box with holes at the top walked in. He had brown curly hair, freckles, fair skin, and hazel eyes. "Hey, Tom." Billy said quietly.
"Hi, Billy, what do you have there? Let me take a look." Tom said in a commanding voice.
"Sorry, Tom it's just that, well I just rescued it from the cold. It has to sleep and get warm." Billy reasoned.
"You won't let your dear friend, Tom, take a peak to see what's inside?" Tom asked in a sly deceiving tone.
"Well, maybe just a little sneak." Billy said dreamily, handing Tom the cardboard box.
Tom ripped the top of the box of to reveal… a bunny rabbit. A look of pleasure was on Tom's face. He reached down to harass the poor animal.
"No! That's enough Tom. She has to sleep." Billy interfered.
"Alright then," Tom walked away uncaring.
Billy put the lid back on the box of his precious pet. He walked behind Tom, and then stopped.
"Tom, why were you crying?" Billy asked innocently.
"I wasn't crying, Billy." Tom answered.
"I heard you. You were laughing too. Why were you laughing?" Billy questioned.
"I wasn't." Tom replied.
"And why were the windows broken? Did you do that?" Billy asked.
"It wasn't me." Tom said flatly.
"It had to have been, it wasn't broken before you were in there-"
"Look, shut up. Shut up or I'll do you in and you won't want to have befriended that stupid little rabbit." Tom threatened.
"What'd I do?" Billy kept on.
Tom stared at Billy for a moment, his hands were clenching and unclenching, oh how he wanted to wrap his hands around Billy's throat…
It was early in the morning, so early it was still dark out. Tom woke up silently to see that no one had awoke yet. His eyes spotted Billy's rabbit's box. That sickening smile filled with pleasure and hate and lust was on his face again, and his eyes had turned crimson.
The squeal of the rabbit had greatly pleased Tom. As the rabbit had slowly turned quiet, Tom's veins filled with power and revenge. He longed to do this again, the sickening pleasure of power tempted him greatly…
A/N: Hope all you guys enjoyed reading that. I thought it was pretty good but it was scary too in a way. Please tell me how you felt about this chapter, feel free to correct, constructively criticise, give me your thoughts, ideas and compliments in a beautiful review from you, the reader. Thanks for reading this chapter of Metamorphosis- Man to Monster Chapter Four shall be coming your way soon.