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Part I: Bitter-Sweet Dreams
Chapter 7
Harry awoke to find himself curled up next to a mostly naked Blaise. His own body wasn't exactly clothed as much as possible, finding himself in little more than a pair of sweat shorts he had made by cutting off the bottoms of a pair of sweat pants. He stretched as he climbed out of the bed and headed over to the bathroom.
Coming out, he stopped moving completely as he saw a white-haired figure standing there holding the white backpack that had been left on the floor. Kyoto looked up to Harry, and smiled. That day Kyoto was wearing black sweatpants and a black hooded sweatshirt with two words on the front. "Fuck Off." His hair seemed to be in braids of some sort, but Harry couldn't see the top of it, as he had a black hat on top of his head. He wasn't wearing his black steel-toed boots either, but was wearing some black tennis shoes.
"What's with the look?" Harry asked.
"Ah, got bored and decided to play some basketball. Fun sport, especially when you are fully capable of jumping over the people you are playing against. Came by to adjust the backpack."
"What exactly happened yesterday?" Harry asked. He knew that something in him had changed, and he knew about a Demon summoning, and was aware of Kyoto being one himself, but he wasn't sure how.
"Voldemort was being an asshole. So, I had to make a few changes to you to make you survive it. You really are a lot like me now. Half-Demon, you are now." They had a talk about what that entailed, and Kyoto pointed to a mirror, and Harry looked in some shock as he saw he had grown some, looking to be near 5' 11". He had never heard of anyone growing at least 2 inches overnight. His hair was a bit longer, brushing just past his shoulders, and he felt a lot lighter as he walked. Harry shrugged, before asking what Kyoto was doing.
"I told you already, dumb ass." He said cheekily, and smiled at him. "Came to adjust the backpack. Since you are going to be a lot stronger, might as well raise the weight. Changed the boots already. Outside of that, nothing more to do." Kyoto tossed something to Harry before he exited his usual way, from the window. Harry looked and saw a black hair clasp of some kind. He pulled his hair back and up, so it was out of his face for a bit and then he placed the boots on and walked downstairs, heading into the kitchen.
Once there, Harry pulled out some eggs, some bread, and some bacon, and set to work cooking. By the time he was done, the house was in various stages of waking up, as he set the table. The French Toast was piled high, and the tray of scrambled eggs was placed there, enough for everyone, even with Ron's appetite. There was bacon in different states of crispiness, and he was in the process of placing the orange juice and setting the table with plates and utensils when everyone walked in.
And Blaise's mother stared in shock. Harry stood there, his hair pulled back and his eyes shimmering as he leaned against the counter, staring out the window while chewing on an orange slice. The table was set for them all, and when he saw them all enter, he smiled and then motioned to the table. They all sat down, Ms. Zabini leaving the spot next to her daughter open for Harry. He sat down and held her hand for a moment, before sitting back and watching as they all began to eat.
All of the girls commented on his cooking, while Ron just wolfed down everything he could reach. Ms. Zabini smirked at him. "He can cook, he has good friends, a good heart, and is pretty damned cute. Blaise, hold on to him." Blaise rolled her eyes at her mother while Harry chuckled. But Blaise would get her revenge.
"Was it just me, Hermione, or was my mother making eyes at Kyoto?" Ms. Zabini stuck her tongue out at Blaise, while Hermione laughed and nodded.
"She was! I swear, when he took his shirt off, I thought she was going to faint!"
"What! He was damned sexy. I mean, it's bad enough he has a body like that, but you have to see him fight. He moves so damned fast. Sue me, I'm a sucker for lithe men with long hair and unusual eyes. Seems like my daughter is too…"
"He was really good looking. The whole look was kind of cool. But you were right, with his hair back like that, he does kind of look feminine." Hermione said. Ron laughed at that, but Hermione continued. "And if anything, I think that made him look better, he wasn't all rough looking."
"Uh…you know…this is making me feel very weird being here right now." Ron stated before going back to eating for a moment. "Besides, I don't see too much special about that 'Kyoto' person, really. Sure, he had some muscles, but he still looked like someone with a bit of meat on their bones could take him."
Harry raised his eyebrow at Ron. "I figured you would be happy about anyone beating up on Snape. Besides, if anything, he is a lot stronger than he looks. You above everyone should know about people not always looking like they have the power they have. Do I look like I cast a Patronus as a third year that drove off about a hundred Dementors? Do I look like I survived a Killing Curse?" Ron seemed to want to sink back into his seat, but nodded at Harry in agreement despite it.
"So…what are you kids up to today?" Ms. Zabini asked.
"London. Going to quit, and then maybe heading to Diagon Alley or something like that."
"Could you swing by Borgin's and pick up that thing I ordered?" Ms. Zabini asked off-handedly as she speared some eggs on her fork.
"But…but…that's in Knockturn Alley!" Ron exclaimed.
"Uh…yeah. So."
"That's where Death Eaters hang out!" Ginny almost shouted. "Only dark wizards go there." Mrs. Zabini looked at Blaise and sighed.
"I'm not dark. Most people there aren't dark. That is just where the less than mainstream things are kept. What I wanted Blaise to pick up isn't exactly something you would pick up anywhere." Ms. Zabini answered.
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After the food was done, they all got up and the others all headed into a bathroom to get cleaned up and ready for the day. Harry sat on Blaise's bed as he got dressed. He asked Mrs. Zabini to alter his clothes because they didn't fit too well since he had grown some, and she did so, so he changed into a long-sleeved black t-shirt and some black, baggy jeans.
He pulled on his boots and rolled up the sleeves on the t-shirt to his elbows, and then he took the clasp down from his hair. He opened the front pocket on the backpack to put it in there, and found a pair of dark sunglasses. He put them on, and, with his hair down, he looked nothing like he normally did, especially with the muscles starting to show in his forearms, and some definition coming up in his biceps and triceps as well.
Looking in the mirror, Harry almost laughed at how much he looked like Kyoto. He was 6 inches shorter than the man, but he chuckled as he looked at how much he still resembled him despite the height and the hair color. He had the same general body type, and the style was spot-on.
Blaise commented on this as well as she came out of the bathroom after doing her hair. She dressed in a like style, saying it would be fun to do, wearing baggy black jeans as well as a tight black long-sleeved and some black shoes. She brushed her hair back, and then she grabbed a backpack she owned, hers sky blue, and put it on as she headed downstairs with him, as he adjusted his weighted white backpack. The girl clasped his hand, and he smiled before leaning down and kissing her, brushing his hand through her hair and then turning her and giving her a slap on her arse.
She narrowed her eyes as he turned to walk away, and grabbed a handful of his hair and she pulled him back and the pulled him down, kissing him deeply. And she let him go and started to run, and he caught her early and picked her up, placing her on the couch before getting on top of her and tickling her.
"Well aren't you two cute?" Hermione commented as she walked into the room. She was dressed in normal jeans and a t-shirt, and her hair was pulled back away from her face. She had a smile on her face, and seemed to be holding a personal CD player.
"Where are Ron and Ginny?" Harry asked.
"They are upstairs still. I sent Ginny in with instructions on what to let Ron wear and what not to allow him to wear, basic info on muggle clothing. I'm not helping him get dressed, that's for sure."
"What is up between you two? You seemed to be avoiding him." Harry asked her.
"Well, earlier this summer, he admitted to me, via owl, that he liked me. Not to my face or anything, but said he liked me, and had for like, 2 years. The issue there is, I don't like him. He is my friend, sure, but the arguing between us agitates me, but he just won't let me have my own opinion. Besides…I like someone else." Hermione said the end nervously, but smiled brightly.
"Yeah, and we all know who that is, don't we!" Ginny said, coming down the stairs not looking the happiest any of them had seen her. She had her eyes narrowed, and there was a flush across her face. Her red hair was contrasting oddly with the orange shirt she wore, and the white pants, and Harry found himself unable to really look at her for too long, as the swirling of red and orange was giving him a bit of a migraine.
"Ginny, now is not the time." Hermione said, almost pleading. Harry could see where this was going, not sure how he connected it so fast, but he did. And he shook his head.
"Ginny, stop. Now." It was a command, and there was no hiding it. And he didn't intend to. "It's not the time, the place, or any of your business." He didn't really feel like having Hermione's like for him put out in front of Blaise at that moment, as Ginny, with a lack of tact, would put the other girl in a bad situation because of jealousy.
"Must be that Demonic brain power thing. I wouldn't have connected that before." Harry thought to himself, before shaking his head slowly to himself. He stood and pulled Blaise into a standing position, and stood behind her, his hands on her hips, and they stood, waiting for Ron. He came down moments later in jeans and a t-shirt, dressed nowhere near as bright as Ginny. Harry was thankful. Heading out of the front door, they found that they were in a good-sized area, personal property of the family.
There were a few other small houses scattered around, nowhere near the size of the manor, that Blaise told them the family owned, but no one stayed in. She said that she stayed in one of them sometimes, when she wanted to be alone, or just felt like it, and that she might head out to one of them when they got back.
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Heading down to the front gate, Blaise stuck her wand out and hailed the Knight Bus. They were taken into London, thankful that Blaise herself had remembered money for the fare, as no one else did. Once there, they walked a few blocks to the place Blaise worked. Heading in, Harry smiled at the few people he remembered from his visit there, and they all looked to the hand that Harry held in his own.
Blaise went to talk to the manager, and came out some time later, still smiling. The woman came out and smiled as Blaise walked up and stood before Harry, who wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her cheek before he dropped his hands and took hers in his own.
One of the women walked up to Harry and played around with his hair for a moment, pulling it back and moving it around. She smiled sweetly at him, and then turned and walked back to her chair. Harry recognized her as the lady that had done his hair the last time.
Leaving the shop, they all followed Blaise, who led then a few blocks and then down some stairs in the street. Getting onto the Underground, they rode the train and then got off at a stop, and after a few more blocks, they were in front of the Leaky Cauldron. Entering and going out to the back and into Diagon Alley, they headed to Gringott's. Harry got some gold out, before they left the bank and went to the bookstore. Hermione ran around, looking around for new things to read, and Harry looked through the aisles. As he made it to the front with a book on Demons, and a book on Pureblood family lines, Hermione stood there with a pile of books. Looking through it, he separated them.
"Most of these are crap, and the only one you will learn much from is the one on Abstract Abilities. That one was pretty good, however, the part on parseltongue was pretty wrong." Hermione was starring at him in complete shock. "What? I had some free time to do some reading over the summer. I was bored and I had a lot of books. I can give them to you when we get back to the house, and then you just have to return them to the Hogwarts library."
Hermione nodded, and then looked at his book. She smiled and reached up, ruffling his hair, which caused him to scowl darkly at her and readjust his hair. She looked taken aback, before he smiled at her, and winked before he placed his books down and purchased them.
Ron was getting antsy about being in the bookstore that long, and looksedin shock as Harry walked out with the books, and Hermione walked out with nothing, humming to herself as she walked. Heading over to Quality Quidditch Supply, Ron ran in, followed by Ginny and Blaise, who apparently had a like for the sport. She whispered this to Harry, before slipping her hand into his. "And I think it was because you were playing." She smiled at him as she ran ahead and entered. Hermione hung back, and looked to Harry as she saw him doing the same.
"Why aren't you going in?"
"The ban."
"I'm sure Professor Dumbledore can get it lifted! I don't think that he…"
"Truthfully, Hermione, I don't know if I want it to be lifted. Seriously, I don't think I have time for it. On top of that, if and when this Demon thing comes out, then all of my ability in the sport will be questioned. People thinking the only way I got there was because of the Demon thing. I mean, it's not like I care about being this way. If anything, it makes me feel even more like I have someone to identify with. It lets me feel like I have some power over my life. But still…"
Hermione nodded, before smiling and grabbing his arm by the wrist and dragging him after her into the store. And as they entered, they ran headlong into Draco Malfoy.
Literally.
And the boy went sprawling on the floor as Hermione went tumbling back into the waiting arms of Harry. He stood her upright, and Draco scrambled up. He started toward Hermione, only for her to be placed behind Harry by the latter, who looked down on the blonde calmly from behind his sunglasses. And judging by the look on his face, he had no idea who it was that he was looking at.
Blaise showed up and stood next to Harry, and he took her hand unconsciously, and she squeezed his as Draco looked him up and down.
"And who are you?" He asked. He scoffed at Harry's appearance. "Probably some mudblood, to be hanging out with that know-it-all. The dirtiest of all mudbloods." And then he looked and saw Blaise. His eyes widened before he scowled. "So, perhaps not, but whoever you are, I commend you on cracking that damned icy façade she puts on. We all know that deep down, Zabini is a whore. But, good job regardless."
Harry pulled off his glasses and peered down at the boy before him. And before Draco could react, his mother appeared through the door, her long, regal pale hair fluttering behind her as her pale silver robes glistened. "Draco, do not make to speak as such about things which you know nothing about." She scolded. She looked to Blaise and smiled softly.
"Tell Jamie I said hello, please?" she said as she stroked Blaise's hair. The girl tensed as she stood there holding Harry's hand in her own. And Narcissa looked and caught Harry's eye. "Hello. Narcissa Malfoy. And you are?"
Harry looked from Narcissa to Draco. He seemed to have not gotten his height from his mother, as, as a coming 6th year, he was still barely pushing 5' 5", and she was a model-like 5' 9", putting her taller than everyone there but Harry. And reaching back and scratching his hand through the back of his hair, and then stretching for a moment, he took some time to answer the question. The look of outrage showed on Draco's face.
"My mother is asking you a question!"
"Hush, Draco." Narcissa was looking at Harry with a look of interest on her face. Few didn't bend to her will once she imposed it on them, and he was, for all purposes, ignoring her very existence. Narcissa had a gene in her that allowed the recessive ability of Veela charm to become something she could use, and yet he seemed to be ignoring it as she pressed him to answer.
"Me? I am who I am I assume." He said calmly as he stretched and then looked at her. "I believe we were never introduced the one time we did meet. You are Narcissa Malfoy. This is my girlfriend, Blaise Zabini, and my best friend Hermione Granger. And I am Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you." The silence in the room was enough to actually make it seem like time stopped.
"…Potter?" Draco muttered in confusion. But his mother was a whole different story.
"Harry Potter, you say. Well, I myself am pleased to make your acquaintance, and I apologize for young Draco here. However, if I understood you correctly, you said that you were dating young Miss Zabini?"
"Yes, I am. Is that a problem?" Harry challenged. She smirked softly.
"No. Not at all. It was my belief that houses should intermingle. Now, Mr. Potter, it is my wonder why we had yet to meet. Someone who provided such a healthy rivalry with my son, as well as the person who was responsible for eliminating an element of darkness on my family, and in my house, should have been a high priority on my list. I apologize."
Harry shrugged it off, and then they engaged in mindless conversation for a moment. But Draco was antsy. "Run along, Draco. Go about your errands, and I shall meet you at Forlean's within the hour." Draco looked to Harry one last time before turning and leaving the business. Once she was sure he was gone, she turned to Harry again. "Would you all like to accompany me to some ice cream?" She flashed a smile, and Harry nodded. Hermione said she would stay to walk with Ron and Ginny when the both were done, and Harry and Blaise headed out with the woman, and they soon found themselves at the establishment. Taking an outside seat, Narcissa looked to Harry.
"I know you must be confused, Harry. Confused about all of this, with me acting so calmly toward you, and the like. I assure you, there is no trick. Lucius and I were arranged to be married, and it was a marriage I did not care much for. He was a person I didn't care much for. And more importantly, darkness is something that I ran away from the Black family to escape. Not to run into an even darker of worlds.
"I understand if you do not believe me, but let me tell you something, Harry. We Blacks…we are not gods among people. And we are not demons, either." She seemed to stress the word "demon" for some reason. "What we are, are strategists. We get a belief, and we stick to it. Me, I believe that the dark will not win. I do not think that the 'Dark Lord' as he likes to lord himself around as, excuse the pun, will triumph. Nor do I trust Albus Dumbledore. I stick my faith solely in whatever side of this you place yourself. We, as a people, must stick together, the few of us left free on this earth."
There was something about the way she said this that made Harry narrow his eyes at her. "What do you mean 'we as a people'? We as wizards and witches?" Harry severely hoped that was the fact. But he saw her grin.
"We as…does she know?" Narcissa motioned to Blaise. Harry nodded. "Demons are few and far between, even the spawns of them are rare even now. And being a half-Demon such as you are, makes you the premiere Lord of Demons at the time. And until another Demon comes and takes the title, you will be the leader of battle, the person that we 'Partials' as we call ourselves at times, look to, to see who we ally ourselves with."
"We?"
"I am the Ambassador and Liaison to the Veelas for Wizarding Britain. I am part Veela through a bizarre choice of gambled genes, and they, along with the vampires, the werewolves, even the elves to some degree, have all waited for the person to come along that they will put their bid in with. And I think that will be you." And with that and a smile, she stood. "Until that time, young master Potter." And with that, she turned and left.
"What…"
"…The Hell…"
"…Was that?"
Blaise and Harry looked at each other, both driven speechless. He shrugged and took her hand, and they entered Knockturn Alley, heading to the designated shop, where Blaise entered while Harry stood outside of it, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and his glasses on, watching every person that walked by, ready to react should they make a wrong move.
Blaise came out, adjusting her backpack on her back. Harry took her hand again, and they headed out and back to the front, where Ron, Hermione and Ginny were waiting. "So, what now?" Ron asked.
"How about we head down to the recreation center that is near my house? It could be a good place to play around, and I can teach you all some more muggle sports. My mother sent me there for gymnastics, among other things, and I think you all might have some fun."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and they headed out, this time simply catching the Knight Bus directly back to the recreation center. Getting off and heading into the center, Blaise waved and smiled at the people near the door, and entering, they walked to the back, where there was a large field. There was a black top, and they all looked to see a shirtless man with long white braids hanging from the basketball rim by one arm and screaming. He dropped to the ground and got in another man's face and yelled. It was a taunting yell, before he turned around to run back to his team.
As soon as the other team took the ball out and one of the men began to run down the court dribbling the ball, there was a blur, and then Kyoto had the ball and was standing there, ball under his arm, looking at his opponents. "Hi." He stated simply, before giving them the ball back, seemingly, and then taking it again. He was playing around by then, and he finally took the ball, turned toward the hoop, shot the ball, and raised his hand in victory before the ball even made it in the hoop. It went in, and he jumped around, as they had apparently won. But as he jumped, he stopped, and turned.
Seeing Harry, he jogged over, smiling to the boy. "Hey, what's up?" He looked the boy over and broke into a huge smile. "Nice style. It suits you."
"Nothing. Blaise brought us all here, said she did some gymnastics here when she was younger."
"Yeah. I remember seeing the facilities on my way in here for the pick-up game. Let's go in there. There are weights near there, and I would like to see what you can…" He trailed off and looked up to the top of the building. There stood a man with long brown hair, and a crushing figure. He had a long quarterstaff, and was dressed in baggy sweat pants, with no shirt or shoes. His upper body had many scars on it, and a huge tattoo of a dragon on it. And clasped around his neck was a metallic choker of some sort, a deep yellow color, looking almost black, but having a tint of the bright color hidden in it.
"Fuck off." Kyoto said and turned back to Harry. "Run on in, I'll be there. This might take a bit of time." Kyoto was thankful that everyone had wandered back in as they saw the rain clouds forming in the sky and seeming on the verge of bursting. Less people in the way.
"I have come for my Key!" the figure stated. He then leapt down onto the awning, before sticking the staff onto the ground and flipping down using it. And landing, he lifted the staff into his hand, twirling it around in one hand, as he walked toward Kyoto.
"You shall not leave. You shall not run. I will kill you." And he stopped spinning the staff and pointed it at Kyoto. "Will you go silently? I would prefer that you not. I like it when my prey puts up a fight."
"Who are you?" Kyoto stated simply.
"I am Pain. But as is the custom, you may call me by such a name as…Norethfir." The figured seemed to be waiting for Kyoto to explain likewise.
"What, are you waiting for me to tell you the same? Fine. I am Darkness." And with that he dropped back into a kind of kick-boxing stance. It was not Muay-Thai styled, but closer to normal boxing stance.
The figure who called himself "Pain" dropped back into a leaning stance. His front leg was out, while he leaned back deeply on his other leg, where all his weight was placed. His staff was pointed toward Kyoto. And everyone stood still, and then jumping into the air, Norethfir swung his staff down toward where Kyoto had been.
Kyoto rolled forward, under the jump, and then kicked backwards, trying to get the staff-wielding figure in the back. His foot hit the staff, and then was pushed off. He rolled with the momentum from the push literally, and went from the forward roll into a forward flip and then a no handed flip with a twist, landing facing Norethfir. The large man was rushing him, and swung the staff like a bat, and as Kyoto came down from the flip over it, he took a shot to the side of the ribs, and then a slap to the side of the head.
As Kyoto was starting to fall to the side, he stuck his hand out on the ground, and brought his legs up from the ground, slamming one foot into the side of his opponent's head, and going for the other, but met air. Finding his legs back on the ground with his back to his enemy, Kyoto bent his knees, allowing the staff to pass over his head, and he did a back flip over Norethfir. He did a drop-kick to the man's back, who started to fall forward but placed the staff in front of him, and then kicked out, hitting Kyoto in the stomach as the white-haired man did another flip to land on his feet.
Kyoto started to fall back, did a quick flip using his hands as a base as Norethfir spun around with his staff and slapped it on the ground before bringing it back up, this time behind him as he crouched. And they ended up a good 10 feet away from each other, staring each other down. Kyoto's hands reached up and he took off his sunglasses and tossed them to the side. And looking to the person before him, he assessed the man with a clear view.
And the man's brown eyes met the other man's pure black eyes. And reaching up and tying his hair back with a hair tie, Kyoto cracked his back for a moment, before stretching his legs and jumping around a bit. He pulled off the shoes and walked over to his pile of things, and looked through. He dug through, and pulled out his pair of steel-toed boots. He put them on and strapped them on, and then walked calmly back out, whistling a song.
Norethfir had stretched as well, wrapping a thing strip of material across his forehead, which kept his hair from his face. However, taking his hair, he made a quick, long braid, and attached a weighted tie of some kind with heavy ball on the end. Then, from seemingly nowhere, he pulled out some dark chainmail gauntlets. As he pulled them on, Kyoto observed them.
"Obsidian?"
"Darksteel." Norethfir answered calmly, as he pulled them on and adjusted them to fit him perfectly, before he cracked his knuckles, and then his neck. "I am looking forward to a good fight, Darkness. I do not want to lose, but if I should, do keep my staff. You may find it of use. The world is a dark place, and even you may not survive using yourself as your only weapon. And if I must go, I am honored it is to one like you. One so much like me." And with that and a bow, which Kyoto returned, they both dropped back into new fighting stances.
"Round 2, eh?" Kyoto spoke, and then he was silent, adjusting the hat on his head and then flicking the braids from his shoulder to behind him.
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She had her scythes in one hand that was behind her back, while her other hand rapped lightly on the door before her. Slipping the scythes' into the back of her jeans, she shifter her weight to one hip, pulled her shoulders back, jabbing her chest out, and flicking her long hair back, so that her bare shoulders were exposed to whoever opened the door. It was an alluring sight, and the teenager who opened the door was caught in it as soon as he opened the door.
He peered over his hooked nose, and adjusted his rolled up sleeves some, giving her a glimpse of the tattoo on his forearm. He reached out with a lecherous grin on his face, and stroked her cheek before slipping her hair behind her ear. He seemed to be expecting someone that night, as he didn't ask who she was. That would be his last mistake. And with a wink and a licking of her lips, her hands shot back and latched onto one of the scythes and brought it across horizontally, and the man stared in shock. His voice catches, as drops of blood fall to the floor beneath him.
And with it, a clump of material.
"So, how does it feel to be castrated? Oh…darn. Seems like I missed a bit, and took a little too much off the top. Don't think you will miss it too much, at least hopefully not. Unless you intend to like, have sex with someone from the grave." And with that, she slammed the handle into the center of his forehead, before spinning and beheading him.
And walking into the house, she allowed her heels to click on the wooden floor. And with her voice melodic, she seemed to almost sing, "Kakaroff…oh Kakaroff...I have come for you…Are you ready to DIE!" She shouted it, her derangement clear in her voice, as it went from sing-song to deadly in milliseconds.
She did a no-handed cartwheel as a yellow curse shot by her, hitting the wall where she had once been. Landing, she did a no-handed back flip, and her feet landed on the wall behind her, and she pushed off from the wall, rolling onto the ground and against the wall before her. And she put her back to it and crept along the wall quickly, but quietly. And then she hugged her arms around her, the scythes peaking up from the back and looking like some kind of demented tiny wings on her, and then she pushed her arms out, as if it too effort, and spoke gently, "Slow." A literal ripple in the very fabric of that house in that part of the world passed through, and everything seemed to get heavier in some way, as if it was all sitting in water. Everything but her.
And with that, she turned and jammed her scythes, blade first, into the wall. And then, cracking her knuckles, she came around the corner and looked as the fear slowly spread across the man's face, as he found himself moving much slower than her. And with a hard right cross, followed by an uppercut, and then an axe-handled hand-over-fist slam to the back of the man's head, he dropped like a slow-moving rock. And putting her heel into the center of his back, she began to grind it in. The effect of Slow was wearing off, and suddenly, the man screamed like a feral animal and pushed himself into a standing position. Stumbling and then falling into a backwards roll, she reached up and yanked her scythes from the wall. And as he stood to attack her, he gasped.
The blades were stuck in him. Right between his shoulder blades and the sides of his pectorals. And she grinned as he dropped his wand and gargled as he tried to scream. "Where is your boss?" She had a sick look to her, as her hair flooded around her, and her eyes narrowed darkly at him, even as he grinned.
"I…I…I won't…" She gripped the handles harder and rotated her hands on the handles, grinding them deeply into his chest. He whimpered, but answered the same when she asked. So gripping harder, she started to slide the blades down, cutting through his chest muscles, and heading down until right above his ribs.
"Tell me…you know you want to…" Her voice was syrupy sweet, even as the blood dripped in small rivers onto the floor from the two wounds. He shook his head. "Yes…" he shook his head again. And she shrugged. And pulling the scythes down more, she hit even more veins and arteries, as she cut into his ribs, and slid down until right below his ribs. He bit his tongue, and his mouth began to bleed, but he shook his head sternly, even as he began to get weak. With one last smirk, she spoke again. "Thank you for making this all the more fun for me." And yanking both scythes down and out as they reached his waist on either side, she put the scythe in her right hand into her left, and balled her fist in concentration, and then placed her hand over his open mouth.
"Firaga."
And his body flooded with fire, and the cuts literally cauterized immediately as he was filled with flames. And she turned and left the house, smiling to herself. The blood was on her hands, and looking at it, she raised her hand up to sniff it, and then shook it off of her hands onto the ground, making a puddle. And pulling up saliva in her mouth, she spit on the pile, and in the general direction of the house. And twisting the scythes in her hands, she slipped them into the new holders she had made for them on the back of her waist. And with a turn, she walked off toward the forest. She encountered a river almost immediately, and cleaned her hands in it.
Looking into the water, she looked to herself, and sighed. "Dark bastards, the whole lot of them. Well, I guess it is as they say. 'Be careful, those who hunt monsters, lest you become a monster yourself', or however it goes. I feel myself slipping deeper and deeper as time goes on. I can handle being a monster. But I will not be the monster of Darkness. If I must be a monster, then I will be the monster of Revenge. And I will avenge my loss. That bastard's blood will be upon my blades. And I will drive them into his heart, and laugh as he paints the earth with his innards."
And she turned, her bright eyes flashing as she looked all around her, as with a cast of "Flare" almost as an after-thought, a blast of energy shot from her, and the house shook before it drooped and then shattered and fell in on itself. And as the place collapsed on itself, she trudged through the forest, a dark smirk on her face.
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Sitting in the middle of a Wizarding pub with a handgun in one hand, and a bottle of Smirnoff Vodka in the other hand, his gunmetal gray eyes stared were glassy as he drifted into the bottle he held.
"Hey sonny…" The bartended attempted to speak to him. He was ignored, and when he opened his mouth to speak again, the same happened. A man in staggered into the bar, and took a seat directly next to the man, something weird considering there was no one else at the bar on the stools. He seemed to be drunk already, and was slurring his words.
"Hey there…Mund…Mung…People call me Dung. Put'er'there." And he stuck out his hand, knocking down the shot glass he had just been given onto the floor, where it bounced along the ground. Baretta barely glanced out of the corner of his eyes, before he simply went back to his bottle, taking a long, deep drink from it, and taking it from his lips. No sigh as usual from taking a drink, no sign at all that the drink was alcoholic at all.
"What's your…pro'lem…mate?"
Dung found himself staring down the barrel of the handgun. The man still had yet to turn and look at him. He had little idea what this did, or why he should fear it. So he reached up and tried to push it away from his face. And with a blurring of motions, Dung found himself on the ground, unconscious, as the bottom of the handle of the gun hit the top of his head.
And looking to the other inhabitants of the bar, he laughed. "So, you all couldn't leave me alone. Nice to know. You can all drop the façade, I could sense you all when I got here, that's why I brought my own drink." And with a few shots from the handgun he pulled out, one that was different than the normal ones, the bottles of liquor poured out.
And taking one last long drink from his bottle of Smirnoff, he pulled off a strip from Dung's clothing with little to no effort, and slid it down into the neck of the bottle. And as he walked out of the store, he pulled out a bullet. And striking it against the wall to make a spark, he lit the strip of liquor-soaked cloth.
And with none of them knowing what a Molotov Cocktail was, they all stood there. And throwing the bottle behind the counter where the liquor had shattered, he walked away. And within moments, the flickering of fire was licking the outsides of the window, as the sound of disapparation sounded as everyone in the pub abandoned the place as the fire burned and spread all too quickly.
"Fucking Wizards. Can't do anything right. Almost as bad as those self-righteous bastard seraphim, always singing some dumb ass fucking song. Wish I had my guns back then."
And as he wandered off from the scene, he saw a man riding down the street on a motorcycle, trying to show off to some girls walking down the street, driving slow and screaming to them, hitting on them, and they did not look happy. Smiling, Baretta lowered the gun and fired one bullet, which exploded the man's front tire, and the bike seemed to flip in slow motion, and he went face first into the pavement, and came up spitting gutter water before falling back down, unconscious from the blow to the head he took.
The girl he had been hitting on locked eyes with Baretta from across the small street, and her friends looked moments later. He had put the gun away, and was walking over to them. He lifted the bike, and made a motion to the tire, and the girl fixed it, and for once Baretta was thankful he was in a Wizarding area. And lifting the motorcycle, he got on it. And he stalled for a moment, before the girl slid her hand along his leg, and then hiked her skirt up to climb on the bike behind him.
She leaned forward and licked his neck softly, before whispering directions to her place. She looked to her friends and mouthed "My Place" to them, and then Baretta gunned the motorcycle engine and shot off.
And the two girls giggled, before apparating to their friend's place and stripping down. Meanwhile, Baretta gunned the motorcycle engine and chuckled to himself. The girl was rubbing his thigh, and he could feel two pronounced pokes to his back. With a dark grin and a press on the gas to speed up to get to the destination faster, he thought about the night that was ahead of him.
"Oh the joys of human sexuality. They just can't keep it in their pants. Halle-f'n-lujah." He thought to himself, before popping a wheelie as they sped down the street.
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