'It felt like a burning moment that our hatred really blew up into a sea of fire. "You really think just because he wants you that it makes you bulletproof? I can touch you Octavia, I can hurt you and I can definitely fucking kill you"
A Mattheo R...
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He was the callous soul everyone feared. Even in pitch black I knew Tom Riddle would only ever know the action of death.
Mattheo was no saint either, masking his sins behind Tom.
Both were sons of the devil, but the bloodshed made them hell.
"You expect me to fear you Mattheo, almost hoping to taste it on your pathetic lips." Laughing at the wand he pointed at my neck, digging deeper to cause a greater pain.
But Mattheo failed to know how high my tolerance strove. I wished he pushed further to prove even my blood won't make me belong to them. Staining their hands of my crimson liquid will only make my revenge that much greater.
"You don't matter to me-or my brother" he seethed.
"Yet both of you stand here-threatened by me. A woman at that"
"If I were ever threatened by you, you'd know witch" Tom said pushing Mattheo's wand aside to stand in front of me. I watched his eyes turn black, drowning my soul in the emptiness.
"It's a great comedy to watch you stand there with your head so high, but I know who you are Tom-a halfblood, a weak boy who became the obedient dog for his father out of fear."
My head was slammed into the nearest wall. Allowing me to see the heavenly sight of anger rising against his chest.
"Not another word if you want to live"
"Who says I do love?" I chuckled, watching the storm cloud the room. Rain wasn't pouring but the thunder would soon strike and lightning would burn the floor to the ground with my very words.
They were powerful indeed, but the fear of death will mask the warrior into nothing.
