Out Of The Darkness

Chapter 10

Finding Out

Harry and Ash got back on the bike after the games were finished. Harry's mind was still on Sunshine's comments. How bad had he been abused that to this day he would never let another near his back? He winced remembering the times his own uncle had laid into his back with a belt. No matter how many years passed, he could still feel it as if he was right behind him whacking him. He had been able to heal, healing quicker each year that passed. He wondered how he'd react if someone came at his back? Would his reaction be as big as Acheron's was? If a giggly girl like Sunshine noticed…it had to be a severe reaction. But no, he was underestimating people like Sunshine. People thought them giggly and unfocused, but they noticed things. Just like Luna had, they thought her odd and spaced out, yet she knew everything, could describe things around her that normal people wouldn't have looked twice at. Harry noticed they were heading back in the direction of his home.

Just then a shiver went down both their spines, as they at the same time realized something - they were being followed. Harry looked behind them to find a grey sedan closing in, their eyes were on him. Shit he was surrounded by people, how was he supposed to get them to safety? Acheron would have a heart attack if he went from being in the street to in his house!

Acheron looked back and then forward seeing the car in front of them slowing down. They were closed in, with no way out, then the car in front stopped abruptly. Harry was slammed forward into Acheron's body as he slammed on the breaks. Harry couldn't see anything from the front, his helmet and Acheron blinding him. Harry didn't like being blinded, just then he heard the firing of a gun, just as a bullet penetrated his hand.

"Hold on," yelled Acheron as two of the bullets hit him; he put a shield around both of them to save them from further damage. Gearing the bike down, he gunned it full throttle and shot around the car to the right, onto the side walk to get away from the cars. Easier said than done, Harry was holding on with only one arm. He looked down to see bloody gushing down his clothes from where Harry had been hit. Cursing he had no choice but to keep going. Harry's hurt hand moved away, that's when he felt it. The strange energy again, emanating from Harry, the one he'd felt back at the house. He heard an explosion behind him; looking back he saw one of the cars in flames. He wrongfully assumed it was badly aimed bullet from the second car.

Harry growled in fury, his hand was killing him and they were still being chased. He didn't know how Acheron was still riding; he had to have been shot. No bullet had zoomed passed them, he had to help him and soon. Looking back he pointed his injured hand at the car, with sheer force of will he stopped it coming out of his hand - but rather right on the chasing cars petrol tank. It blew up the guys in the car were dead before they knew what was happening.

Just then Acheron took a corner so low to the ground that he almost toppled. With sheer force of will, and pain he wrapped his arms around Ash again. He had managed to stay on a bucking broomstick and catch a snitch; he could stay on a bloody well bike. Was all Harry thought as they went down low. The second car was still behind them, but a lot further away, that was until a third car cut them off. Acheron swung to the left just then a fourth car drove straight at them. That car clipped the back tyre it was too much for them, they both went flying from the bike.

Acheron and Harry both hit the road hard, skidding down the road barely missing the bike hitting them. Acheron decided enough was enough, he didn't care about the consequences - he was going to get them out of there. Just as he thought this, the fourth car that had managed to stop them ran over Acheron's legs. Ash bellowed in pain, he might be a god but he could still feel pain even if they couldn't kill him.

"Fuck," hissed Harry, who had somehow managed to get to his feet, after skidding. Acheron despite the pain, and struggling to breath got to his feet. Just as he saw Harry using magic, oddly enough it went from his hand to the car instead of just poofing there like his would. He had set fire to the other car he realized; it hadn't been a badly aimed bullet. His face contorted with surprise as he watched, nobody could say they'd surprised Ash since he became a god, other than Harry right now.

The second car had caught up, along with the third or was it the forth? He wasn't sure. Just then men got out of the car and open fired on both of them. Acheron slung his hand out and the bullets turned back on them, their bodies shook violently as the bullets entered them. They were dead before they hit the ground. Acheron was furious, despite his surprise.

Harry merely stopped the bullets, his shield halting them in their tracks and they bounced off the sheild before falling to the ground uselessly. Fury emanated from both of them, it wasn't a surprise when a small, wiry man cowered beside the brown Audi instead of trying to kill them. Harry fell to the ground, panting and breathing heavily. He'd used more magic today than he had in thirteen years. In fact he didn't normally use Wandless magic, it took too much out of him. He clutched his hand to him, as he used the other to remove his helmet. Panting in pain, exhaustion written all over his face.

"Who the fuck are you?" Ash snarled angrily at him.

The man didn't answer, he was either incredibly brave or stupid, and Harry decided on stupid, the magic leeching off the man was impressive to say the least. He wondered silently if that's how intimidating he looked…if so it was no wonder his aunt and uncle were scared of him. He mused thinking of his summer before third year mostly. His raw untapped magic had made Marge Dursley blow up enormously.

"Answer me!" demanded Ash grabbing him by his throat, slamming him violently against the car so much that it actually shook. Harry wouldn't be surprised if he'd received a few broken bones from that shove alone.

Unfortunately the man truly was stupid, he still didn't answer. Harry didn't even twitch when Acheron killed him. After all the guys had just tried to kill them. Acheron crushed his windpipe after getting the information he needed. Also a lot more, here the man was begging for his life, when he'd killed many people who'd begged for their lives - yet the man had killed them without caring. He had deserved everything he got.

Ash turned to face Harry, the situation was finally starting to sink in. Harry had magic; it reminded him of were-hunter magic rather than god powers. Harry certainly wasn't a god, he would have known about it. He saw Harry looked as stunned as him, so definitely not a god. The were-hunters didn't have magic shoot out their hands, all they needed to do is want it and it happened. Harry was neither Katagaria nor Arcadian; he was human that much he was certain.

The Katagaria are the animal-hearted Weres. Born as an animal, they can only become human at puberty when their magical powers are "unlocked." The Katagaria are very mistrustful of the Arcadians, because they believe humans are often deceptive. Katagaria follow the law of kill or be killed, preferring to attack when they feel threatened as opposed to waiting to be attacked themselves. The Katagaria only kill to defend themselves, their pack, or their territory. The Katagarian Strati are a sort of soldier that seek out Rogue Arcadians, but will not engage an enemy unprovoked. On the other hand, there are some Katagaria who are unable to reign in the hedonistic impulses of their animal soul and succumb to madness. These Katagaria are referred to as Slayers. It is a common Katagarian tradition to mount their first kill on the wall of their home. It is also polite to refer to the Katagaria by their animal selves, though referring to them by the term Were is extremely insulting.

The beginning of this all started, when a king Lycaon had a beautiful young wife and two sons. What he didn't know was that his wife was an Apollite, (Cursed by Apollo). Apollo ended up cursing his own family when his mistress and wife were killed, he cursed them all to die on their twenty seventh birthday. Since then anyone with Apollite blood die within twenty four hours of their birthday, aging by the minute, dying a horrible painful death aware to the very last second. By the end they are reduced to ash. Some Apollite's choose to kill themselves the day before their birthday. Some choose to go 'Daimon' drinking human's blood before taking their souls as their own. If they did that then they are hunted by Dark-Hunters and killed. Now Lycaon realized he'd loose his sons to the same terrible fate that had fallen upon their mother. He then decided to try and circumvent the curse, he began using arcane magic to change the Apollite's he'd gathered to fool the gods.

Using these magicks, King Lycaon began splicing the essence of the Apollites with that of predatory animals, creating the first Were-Hunters. His experiments succeeded in circumventing the curse. Instead of living only twenty-seven years, they now lived for close to a thousand. Choosing the most powerful of the animals on which he had experimented; King Lycaon blended his sons with a dragon and a wolf. For defying the will of a god, the Fates demanded that Lycaon kill his sons as punishment. When he refused, the Fates cursed the new race saying, "They will spend eternity hating and fighting until the day when the last of them breathes no more." Whenever Lycaon blended an Apollite with an animal, he ended up with two new separate races: one with an animal's heart and one with a human's. That was how the Katagaria and the Arcadians came to be. Those directly descended from King Lycaon took the surname of Kattalakis.

Acheron leapt forward seeing Harry extremely dizzy and on the verge of passing out. He couldn't sense anything wrong with him, he wasn't suffering from internal injuries, just an external one, and he had a bullet in his hand. "Are you okay?" he asked Harry extremely concerned.

"I'll be fine," rasped Harry, as another sharp wave of dizziness hit him again.

Acheron didn't know what the hell to do; he obviously couldn't take him to a normal hospital…even now his magic was leaching off him in waves. He'd spent his life ensuring humans never found out about them. It was one rule that governed them all, only exceptions were mates. He was very worried about him; he didn't even seem to be aware of his surroundings anymore. Taking a hold of Harry, he teleported them out of there and to the side of Sanctuary.

"You're taking me to a bar?" asked Harry dryly, wincing again, as pain and dizziness shot through him, if it wasn't for Ash's tight grip on him he'd be meeting the floor. His hand was trying to heal, unsuccessfully with the bloody bullet still in him. Surprising Acheron with how aware he seemed.

"Looks can be deceiving," said Acheron in amusement, nodding to the big guy stationed at the door. He saw the guy giving them an odd look as he let them in. "How you doing Dev?" said Ash as they passed.

Sanctuary was a place where Arcadian, Katagaria, Daimon's, Apollite's could come and stay without fear of being hurt. By the Omegrion degree, (Savitar) the leader of the Omegrion he opens up Sanctuaries for them so they can regroup, keep their mates safe or just be safe if they are hunted. There aren't many Sanctuaries' though only maybe four or five in the entire world. The Peltiers have the most famous Sanctuary out there. True to their word, come in peace or leave in pieces. They hid themselves in plain sight, humans wandered in and out of their bar/grill without knowing that it was animals working there.

Just then 'Sweet home Alabama' began playing on the juke box, and more than half the clientele ran for the door. Eager to get out of the place all of a sudden…if Harry didn't know any better he'd have said the sight of them had them running. He wasn't that intimidating…he didn't think.

"I know the song choice sucks but really…running for the door?" asked Harry wryly.

"That's not why they are leaving," laughed Acheron in amusement despite Harry's state.

"I'm surprised anyone comes in here with warnings like that," said Harry noticing the inscription. Come in peace of leave in pieces.

"Do you need a hand Acheron?" asked Aimee, her eyes full of concern coming from behind the bar. Aimee wasn't any original bar maid; she was the only daughter of the people who owned the bar. Not just any people, but they were really Were-Hunters, bears at that. Bears that would tear your head off if you so much as looked at Aimee wrong.

"Is Carson in?" asked Acheron. He was dying to know just what the hell Harry was, unfortunately he was hurt and in need of healing first. As soon as he was well again, he was sure as hell going to ask for answers. He hated not being able to see, if he had been able to, he wouldn't need to ask.

"Sure," said Aimee, wandering over and helping Acheron keep Harry steady. If Aimee hadn't known Acheron didn't have a brother she'd have though he was they looked so similar. By the possessive way Acheron was holding him though…she also came to another conclusion. Not that she could blame him, he was hot, and they both were.

"Ouch," growled Harry, grimacing in pain as she accidentally banged his hand against her.

"Sorry," apologized Aimee guiltily.

They managed to get Harry up to Carson's office without further pain.

"Who's Carson?" asked Harry, as they opened the door and got him in.

"He's a vet," explained Aimee.

"A vet?" asked Harry his eyes going wide, "I'm not an animal." he squeaked indignity.

"Hello, Ash, how can I help you?" asked Carson, staring at them both curiously, why had Acheron brought a human here? There was nothing were-hunter about him, he should know since he himself was one. Carson was hawk.

"Carson, this is Harry Potter, Harry Carson," said Acheron. "He needs…" unfortunately he didn't get to finish.

"Could you remove this bullet?" asked Harry, so his hand could finally start healing. His magic had stopped going haywire. It was focusing instead on healing him, much to his relief. He hated when his magic got out of control, apart from when it saved his life as it had just done. His dizziness had stopped as well, he was grateful for that, he hated being weak.

Sitting Harry down, Carson began getting the equipment ready to help Harry. "You can just put that needle away again, I don't want anything." said Harry as soon as he saw it. He didn't care if it helped or not, he wasn't being left vulnerable not while people were out to kill him.

Carson stared at Harry in surprise, before he stared at Acheron who just shrugged. Putting it away, he grabbed a pair of tweezers and took Harry's hand carefully in his own. He hesitated for a second, tightening his hold on Harry's wrist. He grabbed the bullet with the tweezers and pulled it out as quickly as possible. Harry hissed his entire body tensing at the sudden pain.

"There's no point in stitching it, it will heal itself." stated Harry. He was beginning to realize that this man must know what they were. Otherwise Ash would have just taken him to a hospital. Judging by the fact Carson wasn't surprised by his statement, just nodding his head Harry realized he'd guessed right. Instead he merely bandaged it up to keep it from getting infected. As Carson worked on Harry, Acheron spoke to Aimee.

Acheron whispered into Aimee's ear, so low that even Harry with his good hearing couldn't make out.

"No problem," said Aimee, "Follow me." she said.

LOL i've always wanted to do that haha say 'the song choice sucks but it is any need to run for the door' :P i know its a signal for them when Acheron visits the establishement :D :D :D hehe! love it. Carson is the vet for all the were-hunters :) I hope nobody is disapointed with this chapter...i really do! but i know i cant make everyone happy :D lol so will Harcate make an appearance in the next chapter? would you like to see Savitar Takeshi and Acheron train harry in his powers?! will Apollymi give harry powers without him dying to help her son? aware that he could reduce Artemis to a basic goddess with nearly no powers? (squib cough squib) will apollo try and kill harry but end up dead himself? acheron or harry finally getting their revenge from all those years ago? (apollo killed Acheron when he was 'human') dont worry you'll learn more about it as the story progresses for those that dont know :D R&R PLEASE!