Tommy's eyes lay upon the night sky. The stars are particularly bright tonight. Not a single cloud in the sky. Bumbledor sleeps peacefully on Tommy's lap. The book and backpack sit to his left.
The tree branches rustle softly. Alerted, Tommy wiggles his fingers under the bee. He gently slides Bumbledor off his lap and gets up.
His legs vibrate and tingle like bees flying around them. He feels the ground underneath him and the coldness in his legs like a hand that fell asleep from a few hours of little use.
Please say my lack of sleep has finally gotten to me. Please say I'm just hearing things.
There is more rustling. Summoning his sword to his hands, Tommy demands the person to reveal themself. He waits patiently, silently. With one silent swing of a sword, someone makes their presence known.
Tommy dodges the sword, then strikes with his own. The person shows their face as two swords clash.
This guy looks like he thought I would be a good target. He was wrong, just like a whole bunch of other people.
A fox tackles the person down. Its teeth sink into the flesh of the throat a few centimeters deep. "Ginger, stop". Tommy commands. The fox stops. She climbs off and faces Tommy before jumping onto his shoulder.
"I can see you're translucent out of the corner of my eye. Is there something you want to say"? Tommy asks. Ginger wraps her tail behind Tommy's neck and over his other shoulder. "If you didn't want me to kill him, you could at least let me curse him." She thinks aloud.
Tommy shakes his head softly. He reaches his hand into the person's chest and takes hold of something. Tommy lets himself hesitate, giving himself a few seconds to make his decision. Tommy's hand squeezes something, making something so fragile yet; so important burst.
"What are you going to do this the body now"? Ginger asks. Tommy grabs it by the crown. "I'm going to take it a few miles from here. There seems to be too little of an amount of blood coming from him to make a noticeable blood trail".
He walks away from the light of the burning flames with the life he killed.
The night fears the hand of the one who makes others bleed. The forest fears the one who knows her well. They know what he has done. They fear him for his actions and the things he has witnessed. The night and the forest fear him.
Miles away from his friends, Tommy throws the body to the ground. Tommy smiles. "If you want to curse someone, why not curse him now"? Ginger jumps off of his shoulder. "What"? She backs away from the corpse. "You want me to curse a corpse? He's dead". Tommy rests his hands on his hips.
Sighing, he says, "True, but if you curse him, the person who discovers him (if anyone even does), they'll think that's what killed him". Ginger shapeshifts. "Discovery hasn't been an issue before, so why right now"? She asks. As he scratches under Ginger's chin, he tells her, "What if Toby or Rain discover the body"? "Then-"? Ginger ponders.
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Black Strings: Threads of Revenge
خيال (فانتازيا)Life changes quicker than you think. No one wouldn't think the most powerful spirit is imperfect. Your goal and your purpose merge. Fate has something in store for everyone. What does she have in store for you?
