"Derrin! Oy! Derrin, Are you there?"
'Harry', Ron, and Hermione stepped around the numerous gravestones that filled the cemetery.
"I don't think he's here, Harry." Ron sighed as he stopped and looked back and waited for his two friends.
"Well, bets are, if he doesn't find us at the tattoo parlor, he'll come here." Harry stated simply.
Hermione stopped and looked at him with a strange look on her face. "He wasn't looking for us. In case you've forgotten, he kind of ran off. Away from us."
'Harry' looked back at her. "I knew that. What I meant to say, is that if he doesn't find what he's looking for, then he might come here. So we should wait here a little while longer."
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Derrin and I stared at each other, speechless.
Sam stared from one of us to the other, then back again. "What is going on here?"
I looked over to Sam. "Are...are you...ummmm...sure...you can see us?"
She stared at us a second, then burst out laughing.
Derrin and I stared at each other again, breathing fast.
After a good few minutes, she stopped long enough to breathe...somewhat easier.
"You two have been drinking, haven't you?" She rolled her eyes. "That explains everything." Her face suddenly turned serious as she strode over and landed a solid punch on my shoulder. "You jerk! Do you know how much work Tom and I have had to do today because you decided not to show up?" She turned to Derrin, who was totally caught off guard, and started chewing him out, too.
Meanwhile, I had fallen back against the wall, and was standing with my back to it, gasping in pain.
She really hadn't hit me that hard, but...that hurt...
Her ranting turned into a haze in my mind as my back flared suddenly with blinding pain. I gave a cry and fell onto my knees.
Colors started swirling in my vision, and soon the colors blended together to form pictures in front of me.
Gravestones...
Dead grass...
An old Sycamore tree...
Bodies laying still underneath the cold, dead branches...
Several bodies...
An old man with shattered glasses, blood covering the front of his shirt...
A young couple, hiding in each other's arms for eternity...
Derrin, laying spread eagle on his back, a dribble of blood in the corner of his lips...
Sam, face down in the dry grass, the back of her head misshapen, with blood congealing around her still form like red sauce...
Hermione, her eyes wide with terror and her mouth hanging open in a silent scream...
Ron. Ron, sitting, leaning against a gravestone, gasping for breath as red liquid streams from the corner of his mouth. He takes a great gasp of air. "How could you Harry? HOW COULD YOU?" And then his breath fades...
And me, on my knees in the middle of it all, clutching my head in my hands as if it would explode.
"Nnnngh...Nnnnnnnnaaaaaaaagh...NnnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
I clutched my head as I screamed in pain and anguish. Hands gripped tightly to my arms, and I tried to wrench them free.
"Harry. Harry!" The hands gripped tighter, restraining me.
"Dammit. Sam, grab his legs. Hold him down! Mind he doesn't kick you. No! Stop crying and get over here! C'mon, Harry, snap out of it. Harry!"
Two more hands gripped my legs, pinning them to the floor. I didn't notice, however.
A door slammed, and someone else entered the room, shouting. The person shut up when they saw me.
I continued to writhe and struggle on the floor, oblivious to everything around me.
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Meanwhile, in a graveyard on the other side of town, three teenagers walked aimlessly around, waiting, for...something.
One of them stopped behind the other two and closed his eyes for a second, a look of pained concentration covering his features.
The other two stopped and looked back at him worriedly, asking questions, but the boy ignored them.
After a minute of tense silence, the boy's shoulders relaxed, and the other two took a step closer. Slowly, the boy opened his eyes.
The other two gasped when they saw them, and stepped back fearfully.
"You..."
"What've you done with Harry?"
"Where's Derrin?"
"Bastard..."
Slowly, icily, the boy's lips move.
"C'mon, Harry... you-
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know where to find me..."
My world was surrounded by a pair of slitted, crimson eyes for a second, then they closed, And everything was black.
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Yay for another chapter! So, didja miss me? I bet. Cuz even I was getting tired of that wait. So I promise I will do my best to update soon, kay?
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