Chapter 2: First Lessons and the Birth
He had known right away what would be the consequences of his choice. After all, he himself had once followed the same behavioural pattern as his 'enemies'. Which was why he had welcomed what had happened. Tom had felt he first had to atone for all evil he had done in the name of his former weakness. Tom now understood that had he remained hiding in cold violence, he would had done throughout his life many terrible deeds of evil.
The main reason Tom had accepted to shut himself in cold violence in the first place had been to use it as a shield against the harsh reality of life in the orphanage and on the streets.
Now he understood that this 'shield' had also been a prison to his natural powers, and that this 'shield' had made him weak and a rape victim.
Getting out of the 'prison' had been an 'eye-opener', or more like an 'opener-of-all-his-senses' far beyond average human capacities: he could see a caterpillar in the vegetation which was miles away and hear the noise of it munching on the said vegetation, the world was full of new colours, sounds and smells.
He had been able to tell the time they had chosen to implement their plan as the thought flashes he would get every time he would cross eyes with Henry, had been getting more accurate and intense with hatred they had been conveying.
Those fools had been thinking they had ambushed him in that secluded clearing in the forest by the orphanage, when in fact he had chosen that day and that moment.
Henry and Henry's goons (former Tom's goons) had been revelling in anticipation of the pain and the injuries they had been looking forward to do to him.
He had let them subdue him and they had started hitting. The pain of the blows had been nothing compared to the pain he would get looking into Henry's eyes: what they had been doing to him had been the same he had intended to do to Henry, and he had been able to see Henry's prison of cold violence and the miserable life he would lead. He had started to feel the pain of Henry's emotions, his desire to hurt Tom, his own rage at what he had suffered at his previous orphanage.
Henry's rage had created a feedback circuit with Tom's rage and the pain of it all had been running like lightning through Tom's every cell and he had reached for help to the well of warm energy inside him, the energy which had been a bit annoyed with Tom for shutting it and himself out, but had been now bouncing with happiness that it hadn't been forgotten by Tom.
Tears had appeared in the corner of his eyes and they had started hitting harder and their words getting more insulting.
They had noticed that the things had not been going in the direction they had intended, when one goon cried in pain holding his hurting hand as if he had just hit a wall. It had been as if the shadows of the forest had become alive and the clearing in the forest had started to get filled with supernatural pressure.
Tom had screamed and some unholy force had blown off of their feet his assailants.
They had run away in fear screaming words like 'freak' and 'monster'.
Tom had got back to his feet.
He was now able to see that the same warm energy inside him had been everywhere around, and he basked in the warmth of this energy, especially the one coming from the sun itself and mixed with its light.
Tom now understood that he had never been and never would be alone or helpless.
His injuries healed instantly.
His every cell was now saturated with the warm energy. He inhaled and looked up, and noticed how unusually beautiful and blue the summer sky had been. He leaped and took off in the supersonic flight.
At that particular moment, inside the Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the person on duty at the Improper Use of Magic Office raised the alarm as sparks and burning smell appeared on several of their equipement.