AN: This took way too long to write, I'm so sorry, I'm quite unsure about this chapter, mainly coz of the bottom part, which is rather *cough* *thinks for appropriate word*… Immoral in some sense, but it had been on my mind for ages, and I did finally write it, it's just a bit hastily written, I've taken so much time and it's not even that long, sorry about that guys v.v
So yeah, this took too long sorry Dx
I did take forever on this, but maybe it was a good thing? maybe? feed back? review? plz 3
So yeah, on with the story.
Mrs. Cole watched the two. Her eagle eyes narrowed dangerously at the two as they interacted. She watched from afar as the two manoeuvred through the crowds and streets towards the main square and sat in the centre sharing sweets together. Sometimes the best way to hide is within plain sight, such as casually sitting on a bench across the road. She watched on as the angelic boy cheerfully interact with...it. She daren't call it anything normal, it was a freak, no lasting morals and was abnormal, a working of the devil no doubt. Mrs. Cole would never admit it, but she lived in fear of demonic possession or some such cursed thing happening to the orphanage in which she lived. She was terrified and hadn't a clue of what to do. 'Whatever the Father did to Tom made him calm down and be quiet and stop with the scares… well stop anything, he was so ill looking afterwards, but never mind that,' She shook her head to clear her thoughts and stared uncomprehending at the two boys. It was so obvious that there was a bond between the two of them, something strong, something unearthly, It was simply too quick for two boys, strangers really, especially one who was extremely wary of new people and had some sort of social problems to become friends so fast; which made it seem so much more troubling to her and dangerous for the misconceived boy.
She watched the boy react to the angel, it seemed as though he was still wary somewhat, yet seemed protective of him as if he would release his demonic powers onto anyone who wanted to take the angel away and glared deeply at any passerby; the angel spotted this and laughed shaking his head eyes filled with unkempt joy. The farewell between the two was short and sweet; with shouted promises of seeing each other again; Mrs. Cole rolled her eyes, and seriously doubted anything from the angel; in curiosity she sent Martha and the children along to the orphanage again and stayed behind casually to see the boy's family. Not too long another boy, the same one who harassed the father about the same little girl in the angel's lap, came running past and leapt at the girl before swinging her around causing her to squeal with laughter.
The girl was precious, her brown glittering hair swam around her in the two bunches as she was twirled around by the brother; once she'd stopped, her eyes glinted mysteriously and her eyes literally swirled incredibly. Even the brother was handsome, he ad deep brown eyes which one could dive deep within and get lost, but had false gold shine so brightly once the light hit; it lit his eyes on fire the way they shined. The mother walked much slower with majestic grace despite her arms being full of shopping; her white hair followed after her gently and seemed to flare out in the breeze. Her eyes where blue but speckled and freckled an incredible purple.
'She seemed inhuman.' Mrs. Cole mused, 'They all seem inhuman' which made the matron's eyes widened. Perhaps, maybe… Of course, she could tell without a doubt if she thought about it.
They were Angels.
God sends, of course! She should have seen it sooner! Yet, he was with that… Demon Tom … He always thought that no one was watching when he hissed to that snake of his, speaking an impossible language and for the snake to reply, it was as though someone has painted "demon" on his forehead; but she knew and saw him talking to it and knew from past experiences before that the b-thing was very protective of anything he had, so by convenience doing ANYTHING to that snake was asking the Devil to drag you to hell by your heels, so turned a blind yet cautious eye on the situation. But Mrs. Cole had a strange niggling in the back of her mind, the demon and the angels were usually enemies yet these two boys acted as though they were best friends… Her eyes widened once more, it had to be trickery, that BOY had done something, cast a spell or some other treachery on the angel, it was the only explanation.
Mrs. Cole's eyes roved over her angel looking for any sign of witchcraft. His eyes were a deep forest green and life teetered inside, they wove as if vines had come alive and swayed in a breeze along the rims of the iris with delight. His hair was shoulder length and looked as if it were alive as the black yet delicate wisps of grass danced rhythmically to a song only they knew. His hair was like a black cloak; sweeping around his head gently as wind carded through his locks; much like grass after being blown about in a constant gale, his hair had a light tinge which made him look so heavenly and approachable, it took her breath away. The ebony curtain was alive as it rippled and responded to every touch and turn. His skin was the soft sweet colour of strawberry milkshake and his lips were like soft pink rose petals, ready to be touched and tasted. Mrs. Cole licked her dry lips before shaking her head, to clear her mind of those… indecent thoughts, for two reasons one she thought of caused her to feel disgusted with herself, the other was that he was clearly not under witchcraft… but how could she know, the father would know something, for certain but reviewing the family once more she nodded slightly; Defiantly an Angel. She then turned on her heel and walked swiftly away, but not after another quick glance at the happy family and moving on, unaware of the two pairs of sharp eyes, forest green and mystic brown, watching her go.
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Tom smiled to himself in memory of his new… friend. It was an odd concept for Tom, and he was still wary, unsure as to whether this was truth or not; but he decided for now, he would give Hon-… Tom gave a mental sigh…Harry the benefit of the doubt and allowed the tiny slither of hope to envelope him. He had a friend…A friend to whom he couldn't pronounce his name, but still a friend. Tom trekked with the orphans back to the orphanage with ease and was on his way to his dainty room to relax and hopefully talk to Nagini about his new… friend; should she even be there, Tom had realised that his friend had some sort of fixation about the plant thing, and had spend the majority of her time attempting (and failing) at tracking the scent of the elder, so it wasn't unusual to see her off gallivanting in search of Mahi where ever on this Planet he is; she was obsessed over the old snake, for some reason he couldn't fully fathom, it wasn't as if she had a crush on the older snake… was it? Was it even physically possible, the thing was half plant! Tom's face distorted slightly as he thought about a relationship between the two snakes, it was very odd for Tom to think of Nagini having some sort of attachment to a snake-plant thing, when she was already attached to him.
Arriving at his room, he searched and called out to her in the harsh throaty whispers of the ancient snake language, but she wasn't there. Tom stepped out of his room and leant against the wall next to the door with a contemplative expression and wondered staring at the ceiling, it would have been nice to tell Nagini about the new boy he'd met; if anything Tom thought he had finally found someone who was on the same knowledgeable and vocabulary level as he without it being a middle class adult who looked down on him as thought he was a rat. It was rather nice if he thought on it, a friend in which he could get into many debates and come out winner… unless the boy had a trick up his sleeve, to which Tom would be very impressed at the skill of hiding it. A glint in Tom's eyes showed all that he was planning something. Tom defiantly had to look about the boy even closer without detection just to be sure.
Walking down the corridor towards him were a group of Orphans who occasionally bullied some of the other children when they felt bored or had nothing left to do, but the rabbit incident had thrown them off par for a bit, still wary of attacking Tom, after all, there was no possible way of him killing the rabbit and hanging it… but everyone knew he did it. Tom Hearing the footsteps masked his face into an emotionless expression as the group surrounded his door. The familiar faces of Billy, Dennis, Eric and Amy who stood demandingly in front of him; faces angry, which in all honesty confused Tom greatly, but he wasn't going to let his guard down at some children who decided throwing stones at him would help him; imbeciles.
"Who was that Boy you were talking to?" Amy demanded her voice high and squeaky, grated deafeningly on his ears; her tone was of anger and annoyance as though freaks like him didn't deserve the attention of such a boy. "And why was he able to stand so close to a freak like you?" She sneered, a nasty grin painting itself upon her pug-like face. The others roared with laughter and Tom's eyes narrowed slightly, but he stayed silent and gave them a look which questioned their motives and their whole plan of demanding things from him.
"I bet he bewitched the boy!" Dennis cried out, his smirk plastering his face like a coat of nail varnish, despite a moment's hesitation at the looks Tom was giving him. Tom's anger grew. They dared to assume that he forced Hon- Harry to be his friend, it was blasphemy, it was insulting, plus it was wrong!
"No I didn't," Tom denied quietly, glaring at the group in front of him. He then scoffed and rolled his eyes, "besides I'd have to be an idiot to believe that witchcraft is real in the first place" Tom said sharply brushing past the group. "But I guess you wouldn't know about that, after all you all swallow picture books of fairies and mermaids, when everyone else in this blasted place knows how to read to an adequate level, oh, sorry I forgot you don't know what that word 'adequate' means, I don't know why I lower myself to you uneducated people." Tom walked swiftly down the corridor ignoring the calls and hisses after him. But not ignoring the feeling of his eyes on him, Tom swallowed thickly and walked a tad faster in haste.
The father and Mrs. Cole stepped out of her office, Mrs. Cole looked nervous s she wringed her hands, whilst the father looked pale and shook his head firmly to clear the cloud of thoughts. He grasped Mrs. Cole's arms in an offer of comfort and stared into her eyes.
"I know someone who may be able to aid us here, he's an exorcist and a skilled one at that, he'll be able to sort this out, to be honest, I thought when you first called me, it was a child having a rather explosive tantrum, but honestly? Speaking to snakes? Killing animals? Making the impossible happen? Then he really is a demon, which it seems, I'll ring my colleague and see how fast he can get here." He said, calmly. Mrs. Cole nodded and brightened slightly before showing him the phone. Soon, her orphanage would be back to normal, she thought gleefully watching him dial the numbers on the round dial phone.
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Honani smiled as he got home. The house seemed to welcome him back with open arms, the black paint of the wood contrasting with the insulated bleach white walls that was lit aglow a sweet dandelion colour in the evening sun; the wind greeted him happily and the numerous trees around the area danced and swayed for him. The blue sky was turning to a mix of yellow and red as the light bounced off the water in the clouds to scatter streaks and strips of pure yellow white light across the sky. The grass nibbled and tickled the feet of the family as they neared to the house, wide windows with shutters tapped the edges of the window lightly, including a loose one by Honani's bedroom that slammed against the glass heavily every once in a while.
Darian sighed as he saw the window and shook his head slightly in exasperation.
"Why does it always break?" He muttered to himself as he headed towards the shed behind the house. Erynia giggled lightly and took Honani's hand dragging him into the house. After entering the house through the porch, the main and first room was a sitting room, the sofa's had a deep red brown mahogany wood and wine red cushions. In front of the numerous chairs, which were angled around to face it, sat a traditional coal fireplace, it was surrounded by a metal grate and had a bag of coal, next to it to warm the house on cold nights; along with this, there were numerous pokers and spades in order to maintain the fire. Leira was in the next room, the next room had a large open arching walkway, inside was the kitchen units and a large old oak table, stained a deep red, and upon it were the many bags of shopping she brought on the bus home.
Noticing the pair, Leira looked over her shoulder and smiled gently and genuinely before darting into one of the bags; it was an odd bag made of cotton and seemed endless as the ageless Leira ended up with her torso lost in the fight for the items within. Honani giggled lightly at the triumphant expression she wore as she tugged and item out of the bag.
Presented was an empty plant pot, to which most would look to the giver as if they were insane or if they were playing a trick on them. But to Honani, this gift was the best, as Leira also gave him a single seed, it looked dull, a round marble shaped seed which was coloured a shiny brown. Erynia gasped happily and bounced up and down at the sight of the seed and pot, however Honani remained slightly curious, as the seed was defiantly from something and somewhere not around here… or on Earth. Honani guessed it was an Elven cutting from a fruit or branch which gave berries. He took the seed off Leira, who was ripping open a bag of cookies before leaving on a plate to which Erynia was sneaking one every other second off, in his hand and felt the seed, it was extremely hard, perhaps as hard as a bullet, and it certainly didn't look very nice either. He looked up to Leira confused as she came back in through the back door (he hadn't realised she left) with a bag of soil.
"It's a special type of plant, a very rare plant, for wizards …and elves, only royalty were allowed them and now that..." Leira grew slightly pensive before shaking herself clear of it and smiling, "It's called a time flower, it works in the same way as a pensive in a way; knowing you I shouldn't even need to explain what a pensive is. It stores memories like a pensive, but it also stores the person's thoughts as well; almost like a diary, except in a plant, it takes a while to grow and is extremely fragile in its sapling stage. However once in soil and is ready to grow it can store memories." Leira said, all the while spooning soil into the red clay plant pot and patting it down after making a small hole for the seed to grow.
Honani's eyes were aglow.
"That's amazing!" He said, honestly staggered by the new arrival.
"That's not all," Leira said, her face glowing in joy and humour at the expression on the young boy's face. "Once it's fully grown, it can show memories like their happening much like a pensive but also, the flowered plant would look so mystical, it would become a crystal-like plant, in a mixture of light blue and a purple-pink coloured flower with a transparent like effect as though the plant was a real crystal! Also the petals would look like large oval rose petals which have been wound and curled around, the tips were bent backwards and the pollen stalks were pure light, when touched though, they released tiny spores of pure sparkling light which would swirl around and anyone in the vicinity would be dragged into it and the world will view a memory from a 3rd person perspective"
(A BIG SHOUT OUT AND THANK YOU TO Some1luvsChokolate FOR HELPING ME WITH THIS IDEA! YOU'RE THE BEST!) : P
Leira's eyes were brimming with happiness and Honani smiled happily before gently pushing the seed into the soil and covering it over with a loving pat. Honani, Leira and Erynia gasped in awe as the soil began to vibrate and a sprout appeared – almost instantaneously. Honani gently touched the strange sparkly partly transparent green sprouting leaves and stem and felt confusion from the plant. Honani laughed as he gently stroked the leaves and mentally communicated with the sentient sapling explaining the goings on. Gaining approval, he continued to flourish the plant with his attentions, before he set the plant down and tackled his adopted mother into a hug. His cries of thank you were muffled into her clothing as she laughed.
"Ha ha, don't you worry about it, my sweet. Think of it as a late birthday present." She said happily. Honani however, froze. Erynia paused, cookie halfway in her mouth as she thought, a moment later her eyes widened.
"You don't know when your birthday is." Erynia said gently. Honani, having pulled away, looked at her and shook his head solemnly. Leira looked worried for a moment before shaking her head slightly, and gestured to Erynia subtly.
Erynia smiled and looked deeply into the distance.
At once a light wind began to dance around them and Erynia's eyes sparked slightly. She let out a breath and smiled.
"It's the very first of May; Beltane, actually. The day that the sun child was conceived by the god and goddess… or at least that's what Wiccan's believe" Erynia said happily. "It's said to be a very spiritual day".
Honani smiled, it felt as though a great weight had been lifted. It was silly really, but his previous guardians didn't care enough to celebrate his birthday, and with all the impending war talk Honani just… forgot. It wasn't odd, it was rather common; it was why he so spend much of his time sleeping or meditating if he had the chance. He was clinging to the fragments of ancient memories. He could remember his previous life as a young boy when the black plague caught and killed him. That was rather painful, but at the same time his previous life was the one time in his newborn life when he felt a bond with his Hufflepuff heir father, for he knew why his father died in front of him with a soft comforting smile, because with that smile, he promised that his own life would be many and he would know the joy that he did.
Honani smiled happily at the Elves before him; even more so as Darian walked back into the house with a tool kit and a determined look directed pointedly up the stairs towards the faulty shutter.
"I will fix that bloody shutter!" Darian muttered beneath his breathe as he stormed up the stairs. Honani watched with a smiled and a laugh before he frowned and felt himself as though looking for something.
Erynia frowned as she watched Honani begin to panic.
"I honestly can't believe this… I've lost Mahi… How does one go about losing a snake?" Honani said with a groan and a face palm. Honani sighed and shrugged lazily, "He should know where I am, and if he wants me he can come here… although I distinctly remember putting him in my pocket… he better not get lost… Stupid, old vine" That last part was muttered and the trees waved slightly as they laughed. Honani looked out over the countryside window and saw that Leira – who was collecting fresh mint from the plant (willingly of course) for dinner – was getting yelled at by a random stranger from the town who was out walking their dog. Honani frowned and stepped out into the front garden. The stranger froze as he saw Honani and began shouting some more with loud gestures. Honani caught a few words like "God", "Cursed", "Angel" and "Kidnapped" Before he sighed rolled his eyes and walked to the nearby hedge, luckily the brambles were dotted in blackberries to which he picked a few, not without injury however; the brambles were very happy to have him near and weren't shy about showering him in their love by strapping themselves around his wrists. Honani knew they didn't mean any harm, but once blood started to drip down his wrists he knew he had to pull away.
"Ok, now that is quite enough!" Honani said sternly, "I know that you all want my attention, and please do remember I am very busy, but you can do it without making my arms look like I had lost an argument with a wildcat, thank you very much."
The brambles had frozen in their movements and if they could show any more emotion, it would be obvious that they would be staring at their feet in shame; Slowly and albeit, disappointedly the branches disentangled themselves from his skin, causing a few more marks in the process by accident, before freeing him. Honani smiled happily and approvingly at the plant before waving it goodbye with a farewell kiss; his eyes however darting to the wounds with a miniature glare. Walking back inside, Erynia had seemingly gone upstairs to help Darian and Leira was patiently smiling at the shouting neighbour taking it all in stride, he walked over to the sink and turned on the tap, hissing as water entered the wounds and scowling as orangey red liquid poured down the drain. Grabbing the First aid kit from under the sink (handy place to have it no? :DD ) He started bandaging up his wrists, feeling slightly light headed due to the slight lack of blood as it caught up with the exciting activity he had earlier that day.
Looking outside the window, it was getting dark and the setting sun was like ropes of gold layered upon one another in, like a layered cake design, building up so that the glowing orb of the sky began to wink as it dipped through and below the lines of the trees. Honani clung to the bandaged hand weakly and he looked back to the plant that lay innocently on the table. He smiled and walked over to it, a fingertip touching a sprouting new leaf, caressing it as one would to a newborn's cheek. He felt a mental enquiry from the plant about his condition, to which he replayed it in his mind for the psychic plant. Honani raised an eyebrow as the plant glowed light shining lilac, but slowly grew slightly annoyed that the plant stayed tight lipped. Rolling his eyes he yawned and walked back up the stairs, he was feeling somewhat drained, like his body was preparing himself for something…
Honani's eyes widened slightly.
He shook his head with a slight frown, 'no that couldn't be right'...could it?
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Honani was almost dead to the world as he slept peacefully that night. He had dinner with his family who shared stories of the neighbours and the torments they set upon them all. Apparently, they believed Honani's new family to be Satanist's and in this very Christian/Catholic developed time, they were as bad as the devil himself; as a result, verbal abuse was tossed about at every given moment, their jewels stolen and wrecked (which was a pity as Honani informed them that Mahi had a strange obsession with shiny objects, where ever he was), they had some of their clothes set on fire, and had crosses engraved on their front door sometimes scratched and sometimes in animal blood. Honani remembered laughing slightly, as he floated between the realm of awareness and dreams, that Leira reacted the only she knew how; she laughed lightly and thanked them for helping her and that she needed the blood to complete the ritual. That certainly made them shut up. Or at least made then consider bringing in a specialist.
The purple veil of slumber was slung over his and his partially opened eyes began to grow heavy and close. He couldn't help feel a sense of foreboding though, but as sleep had a firm grasp, he couldn't do anything, and so he sighed allowing himself to fall under. Honani's eyes shut completely as he fell to the ministrations of the lulling of sleep.
There was a moment's pause; before they snapped open again.
This time, his eyes were pitch black, blacker than the night no whites of his eyes were shown and his pupils seemed to make up the entire ball. They were seeing nothing but the route he needed to take, and the cries of a familiar voice far off in London.
A strange sort of mist or fog, began to roll off Honani's body, it was midnight black and plumed and billowed until a cloud like substance was formed and a figure was made out against the moonlight wall.
Darian, who opened the door to come to bed, saw the figure; whose deathly black eyes were pinned on the newly formed body. The fog seemed to roll off Honani and tug at his chest, as if pulling hard wanting to be free; Honani arched his back with a pained expression in a weak attempt to keep the beast contained, sweat dripping down his brow and matted hair lay on the pillows and stuck to his forehead, soft pained moans giving the only sign of a struggle. With a sharp tug, the figure was completely separated from Honani, who sighed deep within his panting sleep, his head rolling from side to side, mimicking those who were having a nightmare. The creature-human insanity personified stretched lazily before looking down his black, almost opaque form with some form of approval.
Darian froze. He was unsure about what to do so he stayed still, partially remembering that Erynia said to back away and stay to the walls and wait for the confrontation to be over, but she was hazy about what would happen after the creature saw him; and now, even as the creature stood right in front of him, he was terrified, mainly because Honani told him every gory detail about what his darkness did, so now, seeing it assessing his soul and mind; he did what his instincts told him to, he sent a quick mental warning flare to Leira and Erynia.
The Darkness whipped his head up with an inhuman growl as he spotted Darian in the doorway; the darkness had sensed the warning message. Darian paled slightly as he watched the creature twitch, huff and growl simultaneously.
Darian tensed and squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself not to run if he valued his life, waiting for the impact.
The creature threw his head back, as did Honani in his sleep at that very moment and it lunged at Darian's neck.
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The dark orphanage corridors seemed eerie that night, the peeling wallpaper seemed to quiver out the corner of some of the matrons eyes, as if the building itself was shivering in fear. The walls seemed to dull into a deeper and darker grey, as though dementors had manifested themselves into the very walls, the very wooden cracks in the overhead beams where a rabbit not long ago died, into the very chips of the slates of the roof tiles, blackened by the smoggy rain; despair hovered the place. The Caretaker, much like any other, was fired and stared with regretful eyes that night at a small boy in the corner, looking wearily at anyone near him; his strain to stay alert wearing him weak. The caretaker smiled sadly at the shivering boy, before, like many before him, he turned on his heels and walked out the cold iron gates in the pouring rain which seemed to fall from the sky like thick sludgy ink, leaving the cobbled steps in nothing but dulling colours as the grey mud mixed to form a sickly concoction, matching the skies above.
Tom looked out with a grave expression, he knew what would happen tonight and couldn't prevent it, no matter what he does. Sure, he could run away… but where, Harry's? That was far too far away to consider, besides how in the pits of hell would he get there? The chances were he would end up in a similar situation he was currently in, but that time, he didn't know what would happen after. Tom sighed deeply, regret, and torment clawing, scratching tearing at his insides like a disease, wetness fell down his cheek as a single tear rolled down his cheek, symbolising a loss of his remaining humanity. Tom rested his brow against the cool glass, and his breathe steamed the glass. In the fogged patch of the glass Tom drew with a long finger, a single letter,
H.
Sighing to himself he turned to his bed, in some hopes of rest, before darkness and with it the man came.
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It was the dead of night and still the building had yet to calm, wallpaper frizzled slightly in a non-existent wind, the creaks and groans of the woodwork were curiously silent. Tom's room was the quietest of them all, under the covers of his holey duvet, he breathed silently. Alone, his breathe left a puff of steam arise as the cool air was warmed by his voice. Deep in the depths of his mind, he liked to think he could be a dragon and unconsciously puffed again, before he cleared his mind and dug himself deeper into the covers. Nagini had gone off again on her mad search and hadn't returned, and now that he was alone, he felt more terrified than ever. He couldn't sleep. If he did, he knew what would happen and how much worse it would be, but he couldn't help his eyes growing heavy with every, cold breathe he took.
His eyes flashed open and became deadly slits when he heard the floorboard at the end of the corridor creak heavily with a large footstep, slow and cautious, like a sneaking predator, another came.
Tom felt himself tense with every step and terror rippled down his spine. It flared riotously like a wildfire and with every creak of the wood, his heart grew deeper and his eyes widened to a point where one was sure he didn't have pupils. A weak tiny whimper escaped him as the steps became faster.
Suddenly they stopped.
Just outside his door.
Tom's breathe had reached an almost hyperventilating level to which he covered his mouth with both hands to prevent being detected, but to no avail.
Once his door opened with a click and a groan, Tom's blood froze and time seemed to stop. Tom stopped breathing and waited, for something, anything to happen which would save him from his torture.
His answer came with a swivel of leather shoes a few steps and Tom's door closing again.
Tom let loose a breath he hadn't realised he was holding and smiled slightly in relief.
Then a large hand grabbed his ankle, and pulled. Tom let loose a yelp as he fell from the bed onto the hard wood floor, which oddly gave no sound, which they ought to have done. Tom looked up into the darkened smirking face of father Lucas in fright, his eyes widening as he attempted to drag himself backwards only to realise his foot was still held captive. His breathe was short and with every puff, the fathers eyes grew hungrier and his mouth was pulled even more so into a smirk.
"Hello there, Tom" He said his voice filled with disgusting lust. Tom scowled and a small growl of hatred made itself out of his mouth as he frantically pulled at his ankle. "Ah, ah, ah" The father said in a tone which an adult would scold a child, which to Tom sounded as though he was condescending him. "Don't do that, Tom. It'll only make it worse for you" his tone was deadly which made Tom freeze with fear. "Now, let's continue downstairs, shall we?" Tom froze and he shook his head furiously, tears beginning to well in his eyes, "No? Well, I think we should, you've been a very naughty boy after all"
Tom cried out as the father roughly gripped his ankle and began to drag him down the halls, the walls of the halls, seemed to shiver after them in fear, and the children who were listening from inside their rooms, cowered beneath their own blankets at the sound of one of their owns cries of terror echoing off the frightened walls.
Tom let loose a particularly loud sob of desperation, loss and needy for a saviour; of pure heartache and despair, of fear, and hate, of hopelessness… which just so happened to reach a dark figure in a house in the outskirts of a town in Crawley.
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Darian froze.
Darian then blinked.
Darian then blinked again.
Darian stared down at the black moulded creature suddenly nuzzling his neck, taking deep breaths into it. He had no idea what was happening, Erynia said this thing was supposed to be the nightmarish thing of hell, when it was only an opaque version of Honani in the complete shade of obsidian (MineCraft ftw).
He guessed if this thing was going all scary claws and nails against the enemy, sure, it would be downright terrifying; but, now? No, not so much. Darian slowly raised his hand and touched the head of the creature in a stroking manner, which froze in response. The darkness slowly reached up and grabbed the hands with its claws and began to play about with the muscles and movements, as if testing their functions, as if he were a new creature that wouldn't harm him. Well, he sort of was a new creature, an Elf but still.
Darian humoured it and let him toy about with his arm and as Erynia and Leira rounded the corner, seeing the pair. Darian who was looking bemused at the creature poking his fingertips, and jerking slightly in shock as Darian subtly flexed them, Leira smiled lightly and leant against her hip against the wall, and Erynia who shuffled closer, before freezing when it spotted her. Then shuffling forwards and freezing again in a weird game of grandma's footsteps, before she was right in front of the creature, observing it as it was observing her.
Suddenly, the creature flung upright, and swerved quickly towards the window, and cocked its head, as thought hearing something only it was meant to hear, before it lunged out the window and disappeared into the night.
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Tom had hardly any time to register or think up a plan, before he was flung into the basement with incredible speed, and as he heard a large solid iron lock, slide dustily into the lock, it grating after the year's disuse, fell into place with a resounding chunk.
Scrambling backwards until he hit a wall, Tom did what was natural, and observed his surroundings.
The basement was dusty and a thick layer quilted the floor like a Persian carpet, the windows, blackened by dead crinkled moss, were opaque, no one could see in or out, and it was too small for anyone, or anything; Tom would know, for his previous punishments and the punishments the children served before him down here, he attempted to escape… he got an extra lashing for that.
There were three types of punishment which were served in the basement before "oddly" the children stopped acting up whenever there was a hint of a rumour that father Lucas was here; which was rather frequent because of Tom, and Tom knew that this was one of the reasons the children hated him so. Only one reason though, there were thousands of others they could voice if given the opportunity.
The first Punishment was that the children were sent to bed without dinner and had to work with the kitchen staff whilst being mocked by their peers.
The second punishment was for if bad behaviour continued, it was The Cupboard, a dark damp place where no light entered at all and the walls felt as though they were moving, after an hour in this room, a child would feel their sanity melting away. Tom was often locked in here, there was no time limit, and they only let him out once someone remembered… or forced themselves to…
The final was the lashings, using a belt, it was the worst and it often caused heavy scarring, not that this put off Mrs. Cole from raising her clenched fist at any given moment. She seemed to have a vendetta against him, for some strange absurd reason… either that or she generally hated him.
Tom would put money on the latter.
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Glaring back at the approaching figure, which had a smirk settled upon his face. Tom hissed dangerously some curse words in parseltongue, in a vain attempt to scare the man. The result was a slight falter in the man's steps, before he stopped about five feet away. Tom felt satisfied with the result, but that ebbed away quickly at the man's words.
"You know Tom. The matron seems to believe - foolishly I might add - and that you are possessed with some sort of demon" He said absentmindedly, eyes roving over the pyjama clad form of the young boy, head tilted like some sick and twisted representation of a curious cat. "I must disagree, if you were a demon, why didn't you struggle, all those other times" The vile man purred, taking a step closer. Tom shivered in fear, he couldn't move an inch, his body was unresponsive, and he was too frightened to do anything other than listen to the filthy man in front of him. If there was ever a moment where Tom wanted there to be some sort of ability to kill someone dead, it was now.
"If, you were a demon, why didn't you slay me, when I rested, hovering over you all those times, under the covers, in The Cupboard, and that time in the caretaker's store room, surely you remember all those times, Tom. The way you struggled at first and then as soon as I touched that silkily smooth skin of yours and see you melt-" He groaned taking a few step closer to the quivering boy.
"SHUT UP! No matter what you do! No matter what you say! No matter how you torture me! You shall never ever get my love or body, you sick disgusting pervert!" Tom shouted, throwing his body forwards in anger.
Never had he once "melted" by the molestations of the man, it was all an act of the man's sick mind, he never stopped struggling during these sick sessions… but the incident with the knife had been different, he wouldn't dare move, in case the man had enough and slit his throat, as the man said "Don't squirm so much, little one. I may Slip you know, and what a mess you would make; Mm, what a delicious mess."
Tom was now on his knees, after throwing his body forwards, causing the man to take a half step back, before he resolved himself swiftly.
Raising an eyebrow, and with a cocky grin, the sick man said one word.
"Oh?"
Tom started and looked up shocked at the challenge, if Nagini were here, she would have bitten him, hard; in the leg; repeatedly. Tom lent back so he was on his shins, hands on the floor, so he could easily scramble away, should anything happen.
"If that's so Tom, why didn't you struggle, when I cast my sign of ownership into you, hmm?"
A strangled breathe escaped Tom and the father's greedy grin appeared as he took a step forward, Tom looking down at the floor, in shame as memories flew by.
"What? Do you need a reminder?" The man said mockingly.
"No." Tom said quietly, not in defeat but in shame, and anger and bitter burning rage.
"Are you sure, Tom?" He said, ignoring the second negative answer he received from the boy.
"Very well, let's carve it in the dust shall we?" The father said, kneeling on one leg as he reached out, a grotesque finger, covered in small indents of nervous finger biting as nails became too short, the resorted, biting skin off the finger was revealed. It dragged around in the dust, a straight upwards direction, before it fell again diagonally and rose again, before falling once more.
"M" He droned, tugging the sound of the letter out, far longer than it should. Tom felt agonising time pass by as the father took his time to doodle out the next letter.
"I" He said joyfully, humming the rhythm to "I spy with my little eye" which made Tom shiver and his eyes to grow wide at the man mocking him by singing a childish tune. He hardly noticed the man was only three feet away, not very near yet not very far away.
"N" The man practically purred like a cat, and Tom had a memory of a particularly deep slice in his skin at this letter and a scream of muffled pain. Apparently he remembered it too as he drew with a particularly harsh stroke of the man's greying finger across the matted floor.
"And finally, E" He said a smirk on his face as he shuffled forwards, so now, Tom could no longer escape, the man could easily lung and grab him from any direction now. He was trapped. Tom's eyes widened and he yet out a hoarse, terrified yell at this realization, before it was covered by a dusty hand, the other gripping at his greying pyjamas holding him still. His eyes wide and fearful and a tear rolled down his cheek at this moment.
"Now, Tom. What does that spell?" Tom refused to answer, and even if he could, his body wouldn't let him. "Hmm, come now, Tom you're a smart boy, what does it spell?"
Tom let out a choked sob as the hand on his pyjamas began to wander to slip under his top and stroke his stomach like a lover would do, Tom winced at every time he did so and tears rolled down his cheeks quickly and furiously stopping to be caught by the man's other hand which was pressed with force over his mouth. Tom was held to the wall by the hand over his mouth, muffling all sounds apart from the noises Tom would make. The Father seemed to know this, and smirked down at the boy. The smirk was lost in a flash as the man's short fuse temper caused him to become serious and harsh.
"Tom," The man said firmly, "What does it spell?"
Tom looked up with helpless eyes, filling with tears, as he choked out a sob. Father Lucas' face grew angry and a snarl escaped him. The Father raised his hand which was previously covering the boy's mouth and slapped him. Tom's head flew to the side as he was slapped cleanly and clearly across the face, he remained in shock, for his emotions were unrelenting and he couldn't understand. The two large hands relocated on Tom's shirt as he was pulled up and pushed against the wall, feet way off the ground. Hidden by the hurricane of emotions that were swirling inside him, Tom could have sworn he heard an animalistic snarl as he was slapped… but that couldn't be right… could it?
"Now, Tom. Tell me, WHAT DOES IT SPELL?" The Father shouted angry, like the face of a snarling wolf, Tom felt uncontrollable fear as the man pressed himself up against the boy, looking down; the man looked as though he wanted to kill the boy, but Tom didn't want to say it, he was not property, and as a result he would never respond and be used; he'd rather die.
"MINE" a loud echoing, haunting voice of a thousand screams rippled through the air, answered.
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Tom froze, and stared at the Father who looked as confused as he did. Tom didn't say anything, neither did the Father, the voice sounded like what Tom had to describe as Lucifer, the devil or fallen angel, beautiful and dangerous rolled into a single mix. The father turned and carefully observed the area, his eyes picked out a shape in the darkest corner of the room.
"Who are you, child?" he asked in his fatherly "priest voice". The figure didn't reply; it looked like a child, as it had the shape of a young boy, but Tom knew deep down he knew, that that figure was deadly. In fact, it was the same feeling he had when he ruined the dining hall, he knew it was him, he practised it, in secret, trying to understand what he could do; so far, he could only manage to lift books to him and make lights to read with. "Come now, child, surely you must understand that this boy is a demon what I'm doing to him will fix everything, trust me" Tom looked back at the figure what was in the middle of a silent tantrum pose. "Come out now, child, you don't belong here" The father said, standing.
"But, he does?" the small figure asked, in a childlike voice that Tom had sworn he'd heard somewhere before, pointing at Tom.
"Yes, dear child, yes, he is dangerous and needs to be taught a lesson." The father was standing, looking encouraging at the figure. "Now, come out of the darkness and let me have a look at you."
The figure, paused before it slowly revealed itself. To Tom it looked like a walking mass of dark energy, a dangerous, walking mass of dark energy.
The creature laughed, a horrid and twisted sound of screeching metal "You are such a fool, I know what you've been doing, back then, even now, I've followed you, and now you attempt another, you ignored the signs, idiot, if you ignore the signs, you're bound to end up somewhere unwanted… shall we try hell? So, right here, right now… I'll kill you." The creature ended this in a whisper.
The black figure lunged at the two, the room in a few seconds before it impacted with the father, was plunged into darkness, only the soft flicker of a lantern light, Tom hadn't realised was there, lit up the room. The woodwork began to moan in pain, in a twisted harmony and symphony with the stormy winds. An inhuman screech was heard only by those in the basement.
Tom, being Tom, knew that if the matron's found him with a dead corpse in the morning, not only would he be blamed, but he would be labelled a demon, mentally deranged, and psychotic enough for murder that he would probably be given the death penalty, if not locked in a wretched asylum for the rest of his life. Tom had to take action if he didn't, he could die. So, he did the only thing he could think of, ignoring the advice from Honani's creepy adopted sister, ignoring the strange warnings from the family, Tom pushed himself off the wall, and raced over to the dark creature, with each footstep, time slowed and adrenalin kicked in to Tom's system. He boldly grasped the creatures raised arm, to which the creature snarled and turn to him.
"STOP THIS!" Tom shouted. It didn't prevent the creature throwing Tom off him until he hit the wall and slumped, blood from the back of his head, dribbling slowly down. Through Tom's blurry, disorientated vision, he could see the creature standing above him. It dived down, and Tom could see a layer of demonic teeth in its mouth as it rushed him. Tom knew, as he closed his eyes, that his death was imminent with no possible chance of survival.
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