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tom riddle: finding out they killed someone close to you

you find yourself in a dark, desolate place, your heart pounding as you search for him and your friend. shadows loom large, and every rustle of the wind sends a chill down your spine. in the distance, you spot a tall figure standing still, silhouetted against the dim light. it looks like him.

"tom?" you call out, your voice trembling. he turns his head, and your eyes meet. you sigh in relief, recognizing his familiar face.

but he stays silent, his expression unreadable. your gaze drops to the ground, and that's when you notice your friend lying motionless. panic grips you as you quickly approach them both, dropping to your knees beside your friend.

"no... no... what happened?" you say, your voice breaking as you realize your friend isn't breathing.

you look up at him, desperate for answers. his silence is deafening, and his eyes hold a darkness that makes your blood run cold. the truth slowly dawns on you, the horrifying possibility that he might be responsible for this.

"what... what did you do?" you stammer, standing up and stumbling backward, trying to distance yourself from him.

"what did i do? what do you think?" he replies, his voice cold and devoid of emotion.

"did you...? no, you didn't- you couldn't have." you shake your head in disbelief, your mind refusing to accept the possibility.

"i did." he admits, his words like a punch to the gut. in that moment, your world comes to a halt, your heart stopping as the horrifying truth sinks in.

your breath hitches, and your hands start to shake. adrenaline mixed with fear and disbelief pumps through your veins. "no," you manage to whisper, tears welling up in your eyes.

he regards you with a cold gaze, almost like he's studying your reaction.

he takes a step closer to you, his footsteps echoing in the silent space between you. you instinctively back away, your brain screaming for you to run as your body trembles with dread.

"why?" you ask, your voice small and fragile, "why would you do this?"

he pauses, a small smile forming on his face. it's almost sinister, not reaching his eyes.

"because it was necessary," he responds, his voice steady and unemotional.

"necessary?" your voice cracks, "how can killing my friend be necessary?"

he sighs and cocks his head slightly, as if annoyed that you're not understanding his reasoning.

"because they were an obstacle," he says simply, as if explaining a basic concept to a child, "they stood in the way of my goals."

your eyes widen, the full weight of his words hitting you hard.

"goals? what goals?" you ask, the question escaping your lips before you can stop it.

he lets out a humorless chuckle and takes another step forward. you involuntarily take a step back, your heart racing faster with each passing second.

"my own ambitions, my own desires," he explains, his tone nonchalant as if he's discussing something mundane and not a cold-blooded murder. "they were in my way, so i eliminated them."

the coldness in his gaze sends chills down your spine, and you shiver as you try to wrap your mind around the horrifying reality of the situation.

a mixture of fear and anger begins to bubble inside you, and you force yourself to stand your ground.

"you're... you're a monster," you say, your voice shaking with a mixture of horror and betrayal, "how could you do something so abhorrent?"

he laughs sarcastically and takes another step, now standing uncomfortably close to you. he reaches out, his hand gently caressing your cheek. the gesture, though seemingly intimate, sends a shiver of terror down your spine.