And Then There Were Four

Rascal - And Now There Are Four

"Do you really have time? No, you don't. Because I'm back. And your time's up."

Erica lowered her wand and everyone looked in my direction stunned.

"You," Erica spat. "I killed you. How are you here?"

"Maybe I'm not who you think I am."

"No, you're exactly who I think you are Rascal. You think I wouldn't recognize your voice?"

"You recognize the voice, of course, but do you recognize who's behind it? I needed a host and this recently dead male specimen proved useful, although his voice and body is quite awkward."

"Who are you, then?"

"I am Nemesis, goddess of revenge, and I have come to avenge your brother's death."

Earlier

Seventeen years. I had lived for seventeen years, and now it came down to this. My death. But I am not planning on dying. I never was. Just to make them, the others in the Five, think that I'm dead. To fake my death.

The knife came. It hit. I fell on my right side and my arm is probably broken. Now, all I feel is pain. Unbearable pain. I do everything I can to hold back a scream. There is a very small chance that my plan worked. Only a very small chance. But, then again, I live by very small chances.

I slightly open my eyes. Lying on the ground, I see five pairs of feet. Good. That means that everyone is alive.

Searing pain jabs behind my eyes. I almost slip into unconsciousness. I cannot slip into unconsciousness. I try to listen and view what is going on without letting anyone know that I am alive.

"Yes, I am in charge now. Any objections." Erica? In charge? Maybe the world was coming close to its end. This would not end well.

"I'll start." No, Kendall, bad idea, don't object. But, of course, I couldn't do anything to stop her.

"A shame then you won't finish. CRUICO" Erica shouted.

She screamed. A piercing scream. A cry of pain. An intense pain. If being dead meant not having to listen to the person you love the most being tortured by your sister, then I'd rather be dead right now. It took all of my willpower, and then some, not to leap up and stop Erica. But, if this plan was to work, I have to cooperate with myself. I have to stay alive. The hard part is over, making sure that the dagger missed all of my essential arteries and veins, but cut through enough minor stuff to convince Erica that I was dead.

When the screaming stopped, I could see that Kendall had fallen to her knees.

"That should teach you. Any other objections?" Silence. "Well then, to the river. We'll just leave Rascal here. If he's not already dead, he'll bleed to death for sure." Score for Rascal. If nothing major was cut, it would take a very long time for me to bleed to death. And I don't plan on being here for that long.

I heard the sound of footsteps fade down the corridor. I had a phone call to make.

"Hey, Kris, got a moment?"

"Rascal? What's happened now?"

"I got myself killed. Almost. I need your help."

"What can I do for you? School's out for Christmas, so I'm just chilling in the Slytherin common room."

"Well, first of all, a knife almost pierced my heart, so I'm too weak to do any magic. That's why I'm not coming to get you."

"But you're a timelord, you have two hearts and you regenerate anyways."