CHAPTER 13
The way his shades eyes bored into mine, teeth clenched together in anger and seeming to hold in whatever he seemed to keep under control. I couldn't tell which it had been, the fact that I had just insulted him against his personal life or the fact that I had the audacity to stand up against him face to face.
"I don't think you understand," he said deniably, the cold tone in his voice readable. "Autumn." he said taking notice of my nervous self.
I immediately caught sight of the eyes of Harry and I was scared.
"Am I supposed to care?" I asked.
Harry nodded his head yes. "That is your job, isn't it?" he hissed out.
"That is my job. But, I'm supposed to do all I can to figure out this case, shouldn't I?" I said in a mocking gesture, my eyes narrowed and a frown lacing my trembling lips. I actually didn't want to wait for his answer. The tension between the both of us having some kind of friction that gave off our hate for each other. I knew Harry had been mad of not letting him know that I had his sister ready to visit him in just a snap of my fingers, but my point wasn't to make sure he wasn't mad. My point was to make sure he was actually going to talk to her.
I couldn't believe that just some weeks ago I was the one to be hidden behind the shadows, not wanting him to catch a single glimpse of me. I was the one that would cower back if he had just a simple flick of an eye over to my shadow, but now, I was the one staring at him face to face, not daring to ever leave eye contact with him, knowing that if I did they will always be a consequence to not getting that single emotion that flashes against their eyes, that one single emotion that stayed hidden somewhere.
But, that was the point. Harry had no emotion. The way his eyes always appeared dark, in a dark shade of a green, so tempting but at the same time, warning you to not even be ten feet away from him. His face held no emotion since the two weeks that he had been here, it was always a dark smirk that he would proceed with. Again, that dark smirk had people running away. He had no soft spot for anybody, anyone. He was a criminal, a murderer, he should gain more and more attention for what he could do.
Or, what he had done.
Killing tons with no sympathy at the least. The way he went around, snatching people of the streets, he had no shame. His mind had been gone about what consequences was going to be given to him. The police had been reported not finding the killer that day, the moment he had ended all their lives, he took them away, burying them deep underground then leaving, with no one noticing him or what he had proceeded his actions with. Families of victims had been demanding for a death trial for him.
"I don't give a shit!" He yelled, and I almost shifted aback at the sound. I knew he had a short temper of it all, but the way his eyes even turned a darker shade of grey hypnotized me into fear, confusion. He was a maniac.
I made sure to catch an eye contact with him, only having the chance to know that without my pride I would've been hidden under the table by now. I whispered. "You should, Harry." I motioned to our background, the dim light of it all, acknowledging that he should give a 'shit.' He should care about going to jail, because if he didn't, it could become worse than jail.
Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes. "This isn't a damn questioning centre, it is where they hire stalkers to check your damn status. " he replied for a moment, checking his eyes everywhere as a witness. I couldn't believe his outrage on the place that got to define what his life will be like in the next years to come. He didn't care what his life will be like, only, that he lashed out his anger.
He was stubborn, scary, and stunning at the same time. I followed his witness fingers as they pointed out the room, his nose crinkling in disgust. The booming of his voice, I was sure people out there could hear our conversation. His voice still loud. "Is it true, Harry? You used to be some kind of candy cane and mushroom guy but now, you're Voldemort shit."
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