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The Killer In Me


The storm black sky stretched out above her, the wind howled at her heels. The moonlight was her only guide, through the unknown forest. The trees whispered and creaked, warning her to go no further. She ignored their plea’s. She knew what she hunted. She intended to find him. To kill him. Her witchy black eyes glittered, her hood covering the main of her face in shadows.

The twigs snapped beneath her feet, she made no attempt to hide herself. He knew she was here. He ran. He hid. The girl was barely yet eleven, yet she was cold and vicious. Her past haunted her, dragging her down into darkness. She was lost. She does not know of what she does. She does not know of the pain she causes. She too, runs from fear.

She nears her prey, she’s screaming inside. Her wand is drawn, ready to attack. He deserves to die. After everything he’s done. She catches a glimpse of his blood red cloak, dashing behind an old tree. Her anger rises, she is blinded by hate. She rounds the tree, he stands but a few feet away from her. His cloak shadowing his own crooked face. His eyes darted to her wand and back.

“Going to kill me, after everything?” he whispered.

“You’d deserve it!” she hissed in return. He let out a shaky laugh.

“So did your mother.” he muttered, grinning maliciously.

“I HATE YOU!” the girl screamed, tears pouring down her cheeks. Her hand which held the wand shook with anger, she couldn’t stand it anymore.

“So did your mother.” he repeated, the girl cried in anger.

“How could you? You’re a spiteful bastard, you don’t deserve to walk this earth, to breath the air others have! You don’t deserve any of this!” she yelled, her arms gesturing around her.

“What happened to you? You used to be a sweet, young girl, sure, you were feisty, but never violent.” he asked casually.

“You happened, that’s what!” her wand still pointed at his chest.

“You’ve turned into a little bitch, just like your mother,” he said, cackling madly.

The forest went deadly silent. The girl shook her head.

“I. Hate. You.” she said, so quietly it was barely audible.

“AVADA KEDAVRA!” she screamed, the birds screeched in their trees, the forest groaned. He fell to the floor, immediately lifeless. She stepped over to him, and knelt down beside him.

“I hope you rot in hell!” she cried. Tears still fell from her pure black eyes, her hood had fallen down; revealing brown highlighted hair. “For everything you’ve done to me, for every bit of pain you’ve caused me!”

She stood up, towering over his still body. She spat at his body, “It’s not over yet.” she whispered. She looked around. She could hear noises, shouts. She had to leave, before it was too late. They were coming closer, they were searching for her. She was an underage witch, they will have known she used magic. She started to run into the trees, desperately looking for an escape. The branches fell down and scratched her soft face, blood trickled down her clear cheek. The trees reached out, trying to stop her from fleeing, one caught her leg, bringing her crashing to her knees. She cried out in agony. The pain coursed through her frail body, the blood pumped through her veins furiously. The voices were drawing nearer, they were coming for her. She tried to get up, her legs failed her.

Everything began to fade. She was left in darkness.

A/N: As you know, this is just a prologue, and the next bit is wrote and will be up shortly. This is entirely revised, this chapter being the only one staying the same. All the other chapters to follow are newly written, as I’ve decided to change the plot of this story =) . Please R&R, I always answer my reviews. ((Well, I’m going to carry on from where I left))

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