Information:
"Siriusly?" - talking
'Raven' - thinking
'you are an idiot!' - telepathy
"Wolf in sheep's clothing" - parseltongue
-YOU!- - spell
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"It's quiet," he remarked, swinging his legs up and down on the building, "...too quiet." The lights below glimmered and shut as people went to bed after a long day's work. He jumped off the roof, waving his hand.
"-Arresto Momentum-," He shouted, just for the sake of being dramatic. He didn't need to use any spells, especially not modern ones, but lately, he'd been into those muggle movies, ones with heroes who shouted their every signature move. As he slowed down the fall, he took a moment to look around. Although he did this often, it never ceased to amaze or confuse him.
Why would a city as beautiful as this have such horrible people? Those who would rape others, those who would kill for enjoyment, those who...well, you get it. It made him sick to the point where he decided he had to be the one to get rid of all the...trash before it contaminated everything else.
When his feet touched the ground, he pulled his hood over his head. It fell over his eyes, making it go dark. He sighed, exasperated. He pushed it back, positioned it properly, and applied a sticking charm to it. It wouldn't come off unless he muttered the reverse incantation.
Once he was satisfied, he took off to the street on his left, jogging. The streets he passed weren't crowded, which was uncommon, but since there was an emergency alert of a dangerous criminal on the loose, most would prefer to stay in their homes at dark. He was the odd, and only, exception.
When he had first heard of the news, it had been a few days after he received the letter from Hogwarts. They had asked him to come as a teacher, telling him he had the perfect qualifications. He had laughed at that part, they obviously wouldn't have sent it to him if they knew his extracurricular hobbies after dark. He had sent back a short reply after a quick laughing session with himself, stating he wasn't going to come just yet. He specifically wrote that he would send them a letter a few months before he came to Hogwarts to be a teacher.
'Not anytime soon,' he jumped over a random puddle, which was unusual since it hadn't rained in a few weeks. It also reeked of something. He kept walking forward, though slowing down the pace.'It isn't time to meet them yet.' He titled his head back nostalgically, 'My family.'
A yell interrupted his thoughts, and he rolled his eyes, stepping to the right. A kitchen knife pierced through the space he was standing in. "You have slow reflexes," he said as he dodged another stab, "If it was me, I would have been able to switch my direction and stab you no matter how you moved."
The girl behind him stayed quiet, her brown hair drenched. "You're going to get a cold like that, you know? Also, how'd you stick in the puddle? Extension charm? Vera Verto? No, that's only animals, and you're not that advanced anyway." He pondered the question as he calmly dodged each attack, the girl growing more frustrated.
"Shut up!" She hissed at him, trying to grab onto his flowing cloak, which was to no avail, since he had charmed the cloak to be slippery, like an eel. She tripped over herself, falling to the ground with a yelp. She quickly jumped back up, looking up at him with a bruise and a vicious snarl. He couldn't help it and snorted, igniting a furious yell from her.
She charged at him with renewed energy, her blue eyes promising pain.
'Laughs on her,' He thought, 'I can't feel pain anymore.'
Another knife appeared in her other hand and she spun like a spinning top, trying to at least scratch him. He dodged, doing the barest he had to avoid the knives. "I suspected it was someone with magic who was killing everyone. How? Well, the traces you left in the cities you visited weren't any help to you, but me."
Her moves had gotten slower and her opening wider. He decided he'd play around a bit more, it's been a long time since someone had attacked him first, and not begged for mercy. He did a fancy flip over her, using her head as a balance point. She buckled, her knees touched the ground and she let out a sharp cry.
He laughed at her pain. It was only fair. When you attack someone with the intent to kill or hurt, you should be prepared to die yourself. He let her take her time standing up, leaning against a street pole with his arms crossed. He raised a brow as she threw down the knives and pulled a wand from her boot.
"That's not yours is it," He made it sound like a statement instead of a question. He was sure that it wasn't hers.
Maybe she decided he was worth talking to, which was funny, but anyway, she asked, "How do you know about that?"
"The wand isn't the right conductor for your magic, it clashes with your magic. You must have taken it from another wizard." He stood up properly and took a step forward, prompting a step back from the girl. He tilted his head, eyes glinting dangerously, "Did you kill them?"
She didn't satisfy him with another response, and it was enough for him. He moved forward, quick as lightning, deciding to stop playing around any longer. She was startled, her arm moving abruptly as she tried to figure out which direction or what spell to say. He didn't give her any time, pulling her outstretched arm and kicking her knee, pinning her to the ground harshly.
"L-let go!" She yelled frightened. He saw a shop further down the street quickly pull down the blinds and turn off the lights. He smirked, the police would be here soon.
'I just have to take care of her before then.' He looked down at the struggling girl, "Name."
"Huh?" She didn't expect that "What?"
He pressed harder on her arm and she groaned in discomfort and pain. "Are you deaf? What's your name?"
"Keres." She answered reluctantly. He tilted his head back, that name sounded familiar.
"Ah, death spirits," He glanced down at her and laughed lightly, "Well, are you ready to go back to your lair, death spirit?"
"W-what?"
'Poor girl,' He thought, 'Probably can't even figure out what it means. Too bad, she can see it in person.'
He pulled her up, giving her a second to breathe before brutally slamming her face onto the uneven rock wall. When she was brought back, she had a broken nose and open scratches all leaning blood on her face. He slammed her again, this time pressing harder.
She cried when she was brought back, begging him through bloodstained teeth, "N-no pl-ease, l-let me go, I-I swear I won't e-ever be in your s-sight ever ag-gain, p-please."
He took pleasure in her cries, showing no pity or sympathy as he slammed her into the wall repeatedly, staining it red. Her nails broke from where she tried to scratch him. He dropped her when he heard her cries quiet down. The blood on the rocks slowly dripped down into a buddle next to her arm.
He smirked victoriously as he saw her unrecognizable face. It was all smushed in and bloody, when the police were to find her they wouldn't be able to recognize her unless they took a blood test. He got to work, sitting criss-crossed beside her right arm, and pulling it into his lap.
He stretched out his hand, letting one of the girl's abandoned knives fall into it. He held it tightly, pressing the tip onto her flesh. It pierced without any trouble, leaking red which he took no mind of.
He finished quickly, hearing the police sirens a few streets away. He waved his wand to clear any fingerprints or evidence of himself. He didn't need his wand to do magic exactly, but it was better because he didn't want to dirty himself.
He stepped away as the police entered the street he was in and apparated away with a pop. As the police cars pulled up to the body lying on the sidewalk, two officers covered their faces before vomiting lightly, another checking the pulse, though it was clear whoever it was was dead. She then noticed the carving and cursed.
The other two gathered around him, "What is it?"
She showed them the arm and they cursed again in unison. "Call the station, we'll need to report this." One officer nodded and went to report it, asking for backup and help. She took one last look at the arm before going to the car and sitting down. She sighed, rubbing her forehead, she just couldn't catch a break. She thought of what he wrote again and leaned back.
Another piece of work by me. Like it? P.S. I don't know why you couldn't catch her, she was so weak.
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Hi guys!! As promised two chapters in one week, yay!! Also, if any of you can guess the little reference I put in there, extra kudos to you!! Hint, hint, it's about the puddle.
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- Eden