The Execrated

II

I forced Malfoy through the door of my house and shoved him onto the floor. "You can sleep there." I told him harshly, as I made my way over to the corner of the room, where I sank onto my decrepit bed frame. "And don't even think about trying to make a run for it. I'm a light sleeper."

As I lay down I smiled happily. Finally. I was going to avenge my parents by killing one of those super-humans that had been responsible for their murder. They had both died fifteen years ago after they were caught stealing from a city supermarket in order to feed their starving child, and were sentenced to death, leaving me orphaned. I hated those monsters more than anything else in the whole world. Their prisons were filled with filth like us, all for committing petty crimes out of desperation. The laws above our heads were meant to crush us, and boy were they doing a good job of it.

I knew that I would be killed if I was caught for Malfoy's unfortunate demise but it didn't matter to me. I had spent my whole life planning my revenge and now finally the opportunity had presented itself to me at a very convenient time. Everything was perfect and I felt truly happy for the first time in years.

With that thought in mind I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke the next morning, the sun was just beginning to rise and the light was a pale and dusky peach. It crept into my house as a welcome guest, allowing me to see clearly after so many hours under the cover of night. I blinked slowly, gathering my thoughts, and then remembered Malfoy. Slowly I sat up, feeling all of the vertebrae in my spine creak in protest, stiff from yet another day on that blasted bed frame.

I looked down at the ground and froze for a moment, seeing Malfoy properly for the first time. Despite the fact that he was unconscious on the floor I had never seen a more perfect human being in my life. I supposed that a long history of genetic engineering had culminated in his sculpted bone structure and creamy skin colour, which complemented his silky looking blond hair and defined eyebrows. Even though his face was streaked with dirt he was still the most handsome person I had ever had the misfortune to meet and I wondered to myself if all of the super-humans were this breathtaking or if it was just him.

I stared at him for a while, watching the soft rise and fall of his body as he breathed, until he gave a small jerk and appeared to be waking up. Panicked that somehow he would realise I had been staring, I started to scrape together the meagre food supplies that I had to make breakfast, only turning round when I heard a small gasp of surprise from behind me.

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I stretched out in discomfort, feeling my muscles cramp up, and wondered why I felt so utterly uncomfortable. Complacently I opened my eyes and gave a small gasp as I realised that I hadn't been dreaming and that I really had been kidnapped by a lunatic muggle who was intending to kill me at some point. Speak of the devil, he turned around from where he was standing at the other side of the shack and stared at me.

It took a considerable effort not to gasp again. I had always been told that muggles were the scum of the earth, too ugly for the eyes to bear, but as his vibrant green eyes bore holes into mine, I was captivated by how beautiful he was. He may not have been one of us, perfected through science and careful modification, but he was the most flawless human I had ever seen. His face was like a masterpiece that I could stare at for hours without ever getting bored.

I jumped as he took a seat opposite me on the floor and banged a metal tin onto the floor. He then used his knife to prize off the lid, revealing a strange red liquid with small orangey things floating in it.

"What exactly is that?" I asked politely, hoping that I wasn't offending him.

"Breakfast, obviously." He said, rolling his eyes.