Chapter 2
Orphanage
Raci: I told the Author my stories were better! I don't own HP J.K.Rowling does.
The smell of molded bread and sour milk met Charon's nose. Dinner was ready Charon got up off his sorry excuse for a cot, and headed toward the door.
"And just where do you think your going?" asked a boy from the other side of the room harshly.
Charon did not bother to turn around. "To dinner. Not that it's any of your business, newbie," he called out to the other boy. Everyone held their breathe in a deadly silence. Ever since the new boy, T.J., had come to the Orphanage, he had become the new leader. This meant he got the best cot, the best food, the best girl(s), and the privilege of picking on who ever he wanted, whenever he wanted, however he wanted.
T.J. looked at him smugly. "And how do you know that it's supper time?" he asked.
"I smell it," answered Charon simply.
"HA! You liar," yelled T.J. pointing a guilty finger at him, "The Supper Hall is all the way on the first floor! Theirs no way you can smell it all the way up here!"
Charon turned slowly, facing T.J. As he so the other children backed away. They could sense the danger radiating off the two boys.
"Why would I lie about something so stupid?" Charon asked.
"Because your pathological liar! Right guys?" said T.J., turning towards the others. Charon had never messed with anyone in the Orphanage before. He barely even talked to them. But his dark and mysterious aura that he gave off made the others fears him just as much as T.J. So they didn't answer. They just gazed at Charon and T.J. fearfully.
Charon yawned boredom. "I have better things to do," he said as he turned around and left. T.J. screaming after him to come back..
Charon headed over to the old elevator. You know the ones with the gates in front of them that the bell hopper would close. He opened up the gate, and moved the switch to floor one. Annoying elevator music played as he waited. Finally, he came to a stop.
Charon headed off for the Supper Hall, undetected by the cameras. The whole Orphanage had twenty-four constant surveillance on it. But all the older kids knew the secret to get past mainly all of them. Charon was just about to throw a pebble at the last camera's power switch when he heard quick pace footsteps behind him. Stealthily, he hid behind the Statue of St. Brier, founder of the Orphanage. He peered behind the statues legs, curiosity wanting to know who was coming.
He watched as an old man in stainless white robes walked by. The old man stopped just outside the Supper Hall. He pulled something out of his pocket. Charon squinted his eyes. The man was holding a red tinted flask. He opened it. A familiar smell filled Charon's nostrils, intoxicating him.
Blood…
Charon glided over to the other side of the room. Right next to the man. The old man jumped in fear. He quickly hid the flask back in his robes as he looked around the room for the unknown presence. He did not see Charon, for Charon has moved excessively fast for his mortal eyes. But he knew he was their.
"Charon!" he yelled hoarsely. Still looking in all different directions. "Come here boy!" he continued to yell. Charon did not move. He knew he would get caught. Even if he didn't turn himself in they'd catch him eventually. So why not enjoy his last few minutes of freedom.
Charon snuck up right behind the old man. This time he made sure his presence went undetected. Charon held his breathe as his hand slide into the pockets of the robe, and grasped the flask. Then, carefully pulling it out. Taking extreme caution not to catch it on the bindings. Success. Charon starred down at the flask. A little grin of triumph on his face.
"Show yourself!" the man yelled. Turning around abruptly. Only to find the hall empty. "Stupid boy," he mumbled to himself as he reached in his pocket for the flask. Only to find that it too was empty. The old man looked at the pocket in panic. He felt himself all over, searching for the flask. "No," he whispered. Sweat falling into his eyes. "CHARON!" he yelled as loud as his voice would let him. But Charon was too for to know or care…
Charon looked at the flask with glee. 'Finally, some real blood,' he thought happily. He slipped off his long trench coat. It was extremely warm night up here on the roof. He then tore off the lid, and sipped the exquisite red liquid. A surge of powerful memories flew through his head.
A boy with jet black, messy hair and glasses. He's a wizard. A thin, lighting shape scar burns green on his forehead. He cowares at a black, cloaked figure which was gliding slowly towards him. The boy stops cowering. He feels someone behind him. He turns to see another dark hooded figure. This one was not gliding. The figure slowly moves his hood to reveal a pair of glinting red, silted eyes…
It stops. The memories were through. Charon flexed his arm. Power and strength surged through every inch of his body. " Much Better," he said to himself happily. 'Those were some weird memories though,' he thought as he looked down at the empty flask, 'Oh well, what does it matter. I don't know the boy.' He started to pull on his jacket. When he felt a cold, metallic object on the back of his head. The clicking noise it made confirmed Charon's guess. He turned slowly to face the hunter. It was Artemis.
Artemis smiled at Charon wickedly. "I heard you took something that didn't belong to you Charon," he said happily, "Why don't you just give it back now."
Charon smiled back, just as wickedly. "Why Artemis. How good to see you again," he said handing the rugged looking man the empty flask. "It's been way too long."
"Yes, a whole week!" said Artemis, "That's way too long. Don't tell me you lost your touch for getting in trouble. I've grown so fond of these little get together."
"No, no, not at all," said Charon, "But, alas, I'm going to a new school soon. Or have you not heard."
"Yes, I've heard. Sham really," said Artemis. Then he turned, and headed to the ladder. "Oh, and Charon," he called. Charon looked at him inquiry. "Revern Martin wants to see you. He says I'm suppose to come, and get you if you don't show up. But you'll come, right?" he asked the last statement while 'accidentally' flashing his second gun under his jacket.
Charon smiled. "Don't worry, I will," he said calmly.
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