GOD KILLERS. Tom Riddle

24. Stars shining bright

TWENTY-FOUR
STARS SHINING BRIGHT
(or, end of act one )

FLEAMONT YELPED IN PAIN ONCE THE BROKEN GLASS ENTERED HIM. Augustine laughed at the sound, a low guttural sound that wracked through his body and up his throat. A wild animal begging for its release.

He pushed him down easily, hands coated with his blood as he sent him to the ground. The boy not only clutched his face but now his stomach.

"don't whine," Augustine dismissively said in a sneer studying the boy. "It's a flesh wound, you'll live." Unfortunately.

He wished he could kill him. But something within him stopped him. Something in the back of his mind. A soft whisper almost sounding like Circe. You must not interfere. He knew then Fleamont was crucial in her many plans.

Fleamont didn't respond, so he continued, "so take this as a warning Potter, if you dare speak to me like that or even tell a soul I did this to you, I'll fucking gut you. Okay?" He lied, he knew he couldn't, or else he'd have to answer to Circe, again. But fleamont didn't know that.

So he pressed a foot into him, turning him over so that Augustine could see his pathetic face. Face scrunched up in pain. He smiled at him.

Fleamont just groaned.

"I'm going to take that as a yes. Now if you'll excuse me." He took a step over Fleamont's crumpled body casually and exited the door Fleamont had just been blocking moments before.

....

He made his way to the astrology tower. His mind buzzing from the alcohol as well as the victory over Fleamont. He didn't know why he went to the astrology tower. Maybe he'd missed looking to the stars.

He loved astrology. Because there was no need to speak. He could just stare at them. Glittering happy above him.

And as he entered the astrology tower, he found he wasn't alone.

Tom Riddle stood, leaning on the railing, looking to the stars. Someone had the same idea as him then. He did wonder why the boy hadn't gone to the party. Once the music started, Tom was nowhere to be seen.

"Augustine," Tom greeted without looking at him.

"Why're you up here?" Augustine asked not wondering about how he knew it was him. It was just easier not knowing.

"I could ask you the same thing," Tom replied back as Augustine took a few steps closer until he leaned on the railing besides Tom.

"Parties aren't my thing," Tom then said simply , his eyes glued onto the sky.

"Neither are they mine," Augustine couldn't help but look at him. His hair nestling close behind his ears. The way his jaw moved ever so slightly when he would swallow.

"I've just hurt Fleamont." He admitted suddenly turning away from him. "I liked it. Hurting him."

"Mhm he'll get over it." Tom looked back to Augustine, his grey eyes on his. A smile tugged at his lips.

"Either that, or I kill him so. He best get over it soon." He shrugged a half shrug, his eyes still on his.

"Was it any good?" He meant the party. Augustine looked down, hands sprayed across the railings.

"If you want to see Flick and Theo eating each other's face off, Bunny trying to back two girls at once and Abraxas and Reinhardts terrible dancing then I'd say no."

Tom smiled, "I would've loved to see Abraxas' horrendous dancing, he looks like a headless chicken."

A laugh sounded from Augustine, "then why didn't you go?"

"Don't like parties, they're full of falseness," his eyes returned to the sky. Augustine could see the stars reflecting back in them.

"I found out. It was my first party you know,"

"Oh? The verdict?" Tom said, a raised brow asking for his answer.

"Terrible, I hope we never win again."

"Good. Don't play then."

"It's not my fault we won. Freddie caught the damned snitch." Augustine protested with a quick shake of his head.

"Oh please Augustine, you know just like the rest of our house, we won because you were there." Tom wafted a wand through the air loftily. A lazy manner that made Augustine know he was done arguing.

"Lucky charm, Bunny called me."

Tom turned to him, now he was fully leaning on the railing. His back hunched over as his head rested on his arms.

"Well he's not wrong," the same glint was in his eyes from when he'd scolded him for his jealousy. A possessive sort of glint Augustine couldn't look away from.

"Really?" He asked. Tom started to root around his pockets. Pulling out a cigarette, he murmured incendio.

Taking a drag from it, he spoke. "Yes, yes you are. You shouldn't doubt yourself." He started, blowing smoke out from his nostrils, he continued, "Don't second guess the feeling inside of you."

The hunger. He thought suddenly. He wanted him to let it out. He wanted him to kill again. And Augustine wanted that as well. Unfortunately.

"I won't," however hard it would be, he wouldn't. He would give into it. The hunger beckoned him close, and he would step into it with open arms.

He plucked the cigarette from Toms lips, who looked momentarily stunned, before regaining his relaxed composure.

Taking a drag, Tom spoke, "what's out tonight?" Nodding to the sky, Augustine followed suite.

He squinted. Glasses would've been good, but no. "The big dippers over there," he motioned to the left.

Tom tilted his head, he hadn't looked at the sky when Augustine spoke. A sudden sense of deja vu erupted to his throat uncomfortably. Just like the night when they met circe.

"They look beautiful," Tom spoke, still not looking to the sky. Augustine turned his head ever so slightly back to him.

Tom plucked the cigarette back from his lips, his warm hands (surprisingly warm seeing as it was freezing) gently grazed over his face. He wanted to capture the warmth. Savour it.

"Yes," Augustine replied, eyed trained on Tom, "they do."

an/ act one complete !!!! soon we'll be back onto new chapters only omg ...

also .. what do we think of adding diary entries ???