Harry edge closer towards the voice, his heart begged him to turn around, but his mind told him that this was the only way forward.
"Good good " the tiny voice in his head started off again, ever since he tasted the flesh of that man the voice in his head had a mind of its own and constantly bombarded him with violent thoughts and a past he couldn't understand…"shhh" Harry whispered to himself trying to hush it as he sneaked around the corner. Harry peered over the counter and watched a man stab someone over and over again.
"Oh no how are we going to get out this " Harry frantically hid back down and sat against the wall…"you could kill him, it would be so easy you know" the voice told him.." no!, I told you to go away"... "you can't get rid of me Harry Potter " before a green flash filled his vision. "shut up shut up shut up" Harry shouted.
"Who's there" the man shouted, " Show yourself." Harry's heart raced as he heard the man footsteps heading his way, Harry crouched down low hoping that he wouldn't see him in the darkness. Harry caught sight of him as he came around the corner with a knife in his hand.
"Found you, you little whore." Harry dodged the attack and slid under his legs and ran.. he tried the first door on his left but that it was locked "kill him" the voice said as Harry looked back to the man running after him. He took off down the hallway and tried not to slip as he turned sharply and slammed forth to the door hard.
Harry fumbled trying to get the door open, "please open please open " it sprung open to another man with a knife staring right at him "caught you...can't run now" as Harry shrieked in horror slamming the door shut.. a loud bang from the door knocked Harry to the floor as he gasped for air he didn't know he was holding.
"Fucking little whore, I'm going to cut you open and fuck you silly" the man roared stomping around the corner and straight for Harry.
Harry stood up way to fast and slumped back to the ground.. he was going to die he thought.. "kill him" the voice sounded louder than usual as if he said it. Harry closed his eyes waiting for the moment to happen when the voice in his head shouted again to "kill him" a small part of Harry wanted to, but it was too late. The man grabbed the scruff of his hair and lifted Harry off the ground and slammed him into the wall with a loud thud, cracking some bones in the process. Harry howled out in pain grabbing at his side as the man marched up to him 'mmm you smell good' before licking his lips.
Harry was sobbing, sitting on the cold ground as his tears glistened in the light, they were torn away from his face as the man yanked him by his neck. Harry grabbed his hand in a vain attempt to subdue the knife from striking his neck. Struggling against the power of the man, Harry frantically greeted his teeth in determination to push the man to the ground, using all of his strength he had left in him his mind focused on what he wanted, and the next moment the man tripped and took Harry with him falling on top of him still holding his wrist. Harry's mind was in a whirl of distress, but the voice had been firm and told him to believe that he wanted the knife in his hand.
Harry closed his eyes and willed for the blade in his left hand, a whirl of wind then a sharp crack and Harry felt something massive grasp there and with that harry opened up his eyes and stared in shock at the knife in his hand and the look of terror on the mans face suddenly filled Harry with an unbelievable sense of bloodlust. The voice shouted 'kill' as he took the knife with both hands and slammed it down hard into the man's heart.
The man whimpered and shirked in heavy gasps as Harry laid on top of him with his hands still around the knife, he listened to the blood seep out of the wound refilling his soul with a crushing pleasure that filled every pore in his body as the world around him cease to exist.
Harry felt as if he was floating higher and higher to a point where he could feel that he might burst any second, his mind hugged himself holding the pain about to break away the pleasure.
Then the voice filled his very essence filling more pain into him " at last." before the door behind him slammed open. " Ah caught you red handed you little whore" he stormed up to Harry as he pounced out of his little breakdown. Harry pulled the knife out as blood splatted against him and took off.
Harry slammed hard into a brick wall falling back on his bum hard; he looked up to see the gruesome sight of the tall man who had come out of the elevator.
"..He will let them come to bleed. Little ghost..." he mumbled loudly as the crazed man came to complete halt at the sight of the fearsome man. " Stop! You! Come here." he shouted catching the man before he could flee. " Must Contain. Hurt Little Ghost." he smashed him into the wall as Harry looked on in relief, the pain started to tear away at him as he let himself go. " Murder." he violently ripped him out of the wall, one of his large hands grabbed the skull and the other one his torso and ripped his head clean off throwing the body away in disgust.
"I can help you. Hold still." Harry watched on in anxiety and cowered lower at the land reaching towards him.
"You don't have to hide from me. Shhhh..." he gently picked up Harry and plotted him on his shoulders.
"I take you to the doctor he will help you." he patted Harrys leg as he let out a shakey "okay."
AN: Guest Review- Who would win.. Voldemort and his DE but with Harry on their side... well wait and see.
Ada's Desire- Eddie Gluskin and Frank Maneraas (why I did the cannibal scene) friends... that gives me nightmares. As for Harshness, there is none :) your review a quite nice and full of great insight, just what I really need.
