When Harry entered the cold dark asylum, terror finally gripped his mind. The entire lobby looked like a storm had ripped right through it, chairs and tables broken and littered all down the hall, blood lined the walls as did the bodies. The Doctor hummed joyfully next to him with his arm around his shoulders, guiding him further into darkness.
"Stop please, I beg you! It's him you want; the freak." Vernon shrieked in horror as he was dragged along the blood-stained floor next to his wife and son, both equally screaming in distress.
"Ah Harry doesn't want to talk to you, you did the right thing, only death awaits you now," he said as they stopped and watched more patients take hold of his relatives and drag them out sight.
Harry was struggling with words; his mind wasn't making sense of the situation at hand, danger felt like it was about to capture him and do unspeakable things that he didn't fully understand. Would he die here or was this fates idea of giving him a place where he was free of abuse. Not likely, Harry thought. Standing in a daze of his thoughts, his eyes focus on his surroundings, the whole area stank worse than Vernon and Dudley put together. Blood was dripping down by his foot; the lights flickered on and off; fueling the nightmare. Harry could make out most things which made him shiver violently.
"Come on young Harry, I have someone who wants to meet you," the Doctor grinned with black and yellow teeth, pushing Harry further into the asylum. They walked down an endless hallway, that Harry tried to sneak a look into the rooms as they went past; a rather average looking man was staring at him intently through a broken door, he was nearly bald and blood stained his skin. Harry stopped and took a step forward, the man didn't have severe deformities like the other inmates, in fact none at all. The defining trait was his nudity, having shed all of his clothes. Harry shuddered at the sight and went to make his way back towards the doctor, he felt heavy breathing behind him and was pulled off his feet and faced with the same man but he had some hair in the middle of his head." ARRRRHHHH! We didn't choose this! Why should we have to pay for it?! Why do we have to die?! We're still people... We didn't choose this! " Harry struggled against the strong man.
"Don't struggle, my boy, not until you're ready. My friends here are just going to prepare you for our little visit with the Walrider, while I deal with our guests," he laughed patting Harry's back and walking off into the darkness.
Blackness appeared again, but Harry saw a bald, chubby, old man with a considerably creepy facial expression. The man was wearing a garb of a black unbuttoned straitjacket with the back draping down to his ankles like robes that donned his attire. He also had black pants, matching slippers and beige straps around his torso and wrists that shape into crosses.
" I... I see. Merciful God, you have sent me a host. You... have come to him, the Walrider, didn't you? You're beginning to understand, but not yet. Even Abraham had to cast his eyes to the ground. But soon, very soon. This way. Revelation is at hand." He beckoned a terrified Harry, who was dropped to the ground and shoved forward to where the old man had walked off too.
"Wait!" Harry shouted at the man, the two naked twins walked as Harry ran to catch up with him. Hands tried to grasp at him with mummers of insanity growing by the minute, Harry dodge them with his small frame heading towards an elevator which the old man had been waiting patiently.
Harry puffed and heaved running in the darkness; this place was genuinely terrifying. The nightmares of his dreams had nothing on this place; Harry's dreams came into full force, a woman's scream tore into his mind and the cruel sadistic laugh had him looking over his shoulder. The gruesome sight of the twins following him took him back to reality, turning around, Harry tried not to let out his emotions.
Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes in desperation at the view inside the elevator. His voice came out in a whisper. "How... how do you know me and how did this all happen," opening his eyes, green saw only white with his innocent sanity lost at the sight in front of him.
Tall, with white eyes, large teeth and bloodstained clothes and skin. Only wearing pants, a considerable part of the surface from his forehead had violently ripped out and he had cut off his nose and lips, he dragged a body out and made eye contact with Harry " Red on red, on red, on red - and battle, misfortune, and revenge. Violence makes, judged by the blood, not the words. Words lie, blood is red, Ghosts. Civil. Dead. Into the red. Alone. You're close, aren't you?" His voice sent shivers down Harry's spine and soon will fill his sleep with nightmares; he only gulped and nodded, that had seemed to please the large man.
"Careful. Patience. Cornerstone of enhanced interrogation. Endurance. The key. We will have the truth. I hear a little rat. Shhhh... One's Close. Come out," the last words came out from the darkness as Harry watched him disappear only to hear his giant footsteps upon the floor.
"My Child you art here on earth, hallowed by another shell, their kingdom is at your hand, their will is your will, on land which shames heaven. Forgive us for our waking dreams and deliver us from the evil as we provide those who harm for profit. Erase temptation through action, for thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, feel the power from within and follow the light" he said in a wery state, the atmosphere felt as if the air itself had a power of its own.
Harry struggled, trying to contemplate what the hell this man was trying to say about him. " What do you mean by a hollowed shell?" Harry asked the creepy man.
He seemed to ponder for a moment before agreeing with someone as he gestured to his scar.
"Go forth my child, my time with you has come to an end." The creepy man gestured to the elevator, walking off, leaving an ever confused Harry behind.
"What and the hell is going on?!" Harry finally shouted at everything around him, only for it to reply back in silence. Harry finally looked around, the twins had disappeared without a noise. It was just Harry and darkness.
Taking a step forward, Harry gathered the rest of his sanity and entered the elevator.
There was only one button waiting for him to press, as he did the whole compartment rumbled before Harry caught a glimpse of a shadow lingering in the light watching him. Harry quickly smashed the button over and over again, willing for the doors to shut as the shadow made its way forward.
The door shuttered before slamming itself close, Harry braced himself as the elevator made its way down. Harry had his thoughts firing non stop in his brain, trying figure out what this place was and why he was feeling so hopeful.
That changed the minute the elevator stopped abruptly, causing Harry to lose his balance. The lights in the elevator turned off, which made Harry lose his composure and fall to the ground as the elevator fell into freefall.
Harry gripped the framing with everything he had. The velocity the elevator was traveling at had Harry ripped from the framing and began floating in mid air or was it his freakishness appearing again, he pushed those thoughts out of his mind and concentrated on the small trace of a feeling deep from with him. Amidst all the chaos around him a ball of light started to shimmer in front of his eyes, time seemed to stop at this moment as he reach his hand out towards it. Harry breath in awe as he felt the power radiating out from it, a tendale of its own reach out towards his hand and as they meet Harry's last thought was to get out of the chaos around him, then in a instant he vanished into thin air.
AN:If this gets traction i will probably update daily, Please Review.
Big thank you to Some Weird Chick for help on this Chapter.
