Wands and Fireguns

07. Unexpected Visitors

I screamed. Out of all possibilities my brain couldn't quite comprehend what in fact had happend. Tom Riddle had murdered a rat. He had murdered a rat! That wasn't exactly your every day activity to be meddling yourself with- quite frankly not so much!

Before I could've even made a strategic move to flee the crimescene, the boy acted out quickly as he strode towards me with a heavy glower edged onto his face and covered my mouth with his hand as he forcefully pushed me against the wall.

'Be quiet!'

'Mmghhhnhgh.' I protested, frowning deeply as I smelled a strange aroma of something that infiltrated my nostrils at the moment. Was that... blood? My eyes widened another couple inches, if that was entirely possible. 'Nghh!'

'If you don't stop screaming Walters, you'll be the one to follow next.' He spat venomously. His dark eyes were boring into mine as he stood against me, locking my legs to not flee or run away and going bonkers whilst screaming out for the matron's help. In the darkness of the hour, dark pools of depths were rowing a wild storm inside of the black irises- the insensity of his stare could made any grown man feel the least comfortable they had been before putting on their morning robes. However, as much as I have tried to deny the fact that I was, in fact, a girl. The situation nonetheless made my knees quiver, if it wasn't for the toxicating smell I was forced to inhale so brutally.

'You won't speak a single word about this- ever.' He hissed out the latter, painfully tightening his grip onto my shoulder. There was a slight twinge of fear coming along the way he spoke- desperate for me not to tell on him. And I knew, that when Tom Riddle didn't want them talking- he'd have them not talking for eternity. 'Do you understand? Or do I have to demonstrate what happens to girls who don't do what they're told...'

'Mgh!' My eyes widened, shaking my head vigorously. I remembered all too well what he had done to Amy Benson and Dennis Bischop. I knew it was him- it just had to be. There weren't a lot of eleven year old psychopaths, but in East End, nothing was ever too strange.

I waited for him, wondering what he was about to do next. The question probably raced through his mind as well as he let go of my shoulder with extreme care. 'That's right. Be a good girl and go back to your room.' He bit out, dropping his hand as he carefully took a step backwards. He acted as if I was a wild animal from the amazon, ready to attack-

And perhaps he guessed that right.

I didn't even have words to describe whatever I was feeling- and I knew a thumbing lot of words for my social class. Patsy think, I chided to myself. He just murdered a bloody rat. What do people usually do when someone got murdered or stabbed?

'...Mrs Cole!' I shrieked, yelling loud enough to have alerted at least the entire corridor. Frantically I wurmed past him, tyring to run away before he grabbed a hold of my wrist.

'Wrong choice.' he spat, trying to haul me off to god knows where. Squirming and trying to kick his legs, I decided to bite in his hand when he covered my mouth.

Oh I'll show him how animalistic I can be

'Mrs Cole!' I cried out once again as Tom jerked his hand back as quickly as possible. I didn't have to imagine the distate on his face to understand he did not appreciate that.

'Ouch!'

'Ng!'

'Let go!'

'Stop wriggling you...'

Slap!

The noise echoed quite loudly in the dark, cold corridor. There were a few seconds of silence, then I heard Mr Cole's calm voice- calm in the way a volcano was calm before the eruption.