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Harry's Revenge


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See, see, SEE!!! *points at Nicole's message* You all think she's nice. HA! She's royal pain in the ass, and quite nasty about it too. :P

You know what? I actually came in here to update my dear 'freind'. Yeeeees, being up late and having no homework I though why not? I'll update within a reasonable space of time for once. :lol: Not anymore. Enjoy reading this post, coz it's all you're going to get now! :D

I believe it's spelt 'friend' :)

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Well, I've just had a little chat with our Krys-topher... and I've found out that she may have been slightly offended by what I put.

I didn't mean it bad, you duckling! lol. So, I'm going to state here that I commented on her slow updates, not on the quality of her fic! :) It's a great fic, I think you'll all agree! I know it's one of my top... *counts* 3 on this board! Well done.. you did well to get up there let me tell you! lol.

So just so you know that I was jokingly referring to your timing of updates, not the chapters themselves!

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I wasn't going to update but i figure I'm starting to annoy people with my inconsistency so I just wrote a short one now inbetween my English and History assignment. Tiny chapters are not really my thing so don't worry it won't happen again, lol.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Martha sat on the torn material barely covering the car seat. The stationary car smelt like a musky ash and made her want to cough. Her fists were clenched and the tips of her nails were digging into her palm the tighter she clenched. She dared not move as the gun that was only moments ago at her temple was now aimed at her heart. Fearful eyes looked up at the man with the gun, pleading with him, but stare that was returned was that of a cold bitter soul. Any humanity was gone and all that remained was a vengeance for causing pain. Martha's bottom lip began to quiver and as much as she tried to fight it a small tear formed in the corner of her eye. Inside the car was dark but she could still make out the man's face. Something about him was slightly familiar but she wasn't giving much thought to that. The temperature was normal and yet she felt so cold. Like ice had pierced her skin, releasing shivers of fear all over her body. 'So this is it' were the only words ringing out in her head, positive she was going to die. Before she could stop herself she felt her lips move and a small sound come out.

"Why?" was what they managed to say. He stared deep into the pupils of her eyes, letting her be drawn into his pools of blackness.

"Because it has to be even." He grunted quietly. Before she could blink he shifted the force he was using to the hold the gun in place to whack her on the back of the head. In a split second she was out cold.

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"Open up!" Rice yelled banging his curled up hand on the door, colliding the hard, splintered wood with the bottom of his fist. "If you don't open the door we're going to barge it down, we have a warrant." The banging continued and still no answer. Rice shot Harper a knowing nod and counted to three. Their shoulders impacted on the door forcing it to make a thudding noise as it went backward. Both pairs of eyes flew into a panic, scanning the room. A gun flew up from Harper's belt, poised to shoot. They slightly relaxed though when it looked like no one was there. With the gun still in position, he pushed his way into the bedroom just to make sure.

"He's not here," Harper called from in the bedroom

"Yeah he's not here either, Rice echoed from the other making his way into the same room as him.

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Martha's eyelids were heavy, and she could barely make out the images around her. Anything she could see was a mixture of dark colours swirled into blurry and very faint objects. The pulsation in her head was beating rapidly and forcefully, twingeing between moderate to unbearable pain. As her eyelids fluttered the agony began to get worse. Her hands uselessly shot up to hold her head but it continued to thump loud and hard. Small cries of anguish and torture came from deep within her throat. It was so unlike any other pain that she had ever experienced before, so excruciating and overpowering that it was obstructing any other thought or movement. Carving and stabbing into the depth of her skull she doubled over in pain once again succumbing to unconsciousness.

I can't make any promises but if I'm free of work tomorrow I'll try and write another. :)

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