BETWEEN PHILOSOPHER'S STONE AND CHAMBER OF SECRETS
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He’d
specifically waited until nightfall to slip in through the open window of the
upstairs flat above the Kame Game Shop and it took his eyes a moment to adjust
to the dim light inside. It wasn’t hard
to spot his target though, not when the spiky haired teenager was sprawled on
the sofa, fast asleep and illuminated by the television, safe in the supposed
knowledge that he was perfectly safe in his own home.
He
silently stalked over to the teen, frowning slightly at the sight of the
Millennium Puzzle hanging around the target’s neck considering that it belonged
to the teen he’d seen leave the game shop a couple of hours ago, surrounded by
his friends, but didn’t think much of it, after all, if the King of Games had
chosen to surrender his deck to his sibling, then it was possible that he had left
the Puzzle in the care of his sibling temporarily too.
He
reached for the catch of the chain carefully, but the moment his fingers
brushed the metal the teenager started awake and attempted to bolt away, only
prevented from doing so because he seized the kid’s hair and pulled him to the
ground, wincing slightly at the loss of surprise and the pained cry the kid had
loosed as his head slammed into the table, stunning the teen long enough for
him to pin the brat to the ground.
The
teen expelled a lot of air in a pained cry as his assailant drove a knee into
his stomach and before he could take any back in one hand was at his throat and
pushing down hard as the man straddled the teen, pinning him down while the
other hand took out a piece of the Puzzle and tossed it aside before pulling a
vial from a pouch at his belt and uncorking it, sneering at the teen as he did
so.
The
brat’s mouth shut quickly though it didn’t help as the hand at his throat
shifted so that it was pinching his nostrils shut. Without any way to take in
air, it didn’t take long for the teen to open his mouth to gasp for breath and
the contents of the vial were poured in before the brat could do anything.
The
kid tried to spit the liquid out, but he was too slow as the hand pinching his
nose shifted to cover his mouth too and the other pushed up on his jaw,
preventing him from opening his mouth.
“Swallow
it, brat.” The man sniggered as the kid tried to fight his own body’s instincts
to swallow so he could breathe and pull his attacker’s hands away, “You’ll get
air afterwards...”
The
brat wouldn’t stop fighting, struggling against his captor even as his body
betrayed him and swallowed the liquid. The man’s hands moved away from the
teen’s face, an amused look on his features at the thought that the kid had
thought a five foot one teen who was built like a stick insect could have
possibly hoped to move the weight of the six foot three, heavily set man.
The
man felt the teen go limp under him and watched as the teen’s eyes began to
roll back in his head. The drug was working... He started to pick himself up.
The kid was no threat now...
Then
something unexpected happened.
In
an incredibly fast motion that took him by surprise, the brat seized something
that had rolled under the table when he had fallen, something long and golden
and...
He
didn’t quite catch what the kid whispered when he pointed the wand at him, but
it loosed a blast of air that forced him off of the teenager and slammed him
into a wall.
Immediately
the teenager rolled onto his hands and knees and scrambled to his feet,
staggering towards the Puzzle piece, but before he could reach it a second
attacker’s voice spoke and the kid’s wand went flying into the hands of the
second person.
Then
the first was on the teen, having knocked aside the table in his rush to get to
the teen and slamming the brat’s head against the wall hard, stunning the teen
long enough to be able to lift the chain over his head and toss the rest of the
Puzzle aside, the impact with the ground causing it to lose even more pieces.
Before
the kid could pull himself together the second attacker spoke again and the
brat’s world went dark as the spell hit his face and his eyes dulled from a
bright amethyst to a pale lilac.
This,
if anything, caused the teen to struggle harder, and he would have escaped the
first assailant’s grip entirely, except for the fact that the man’s hands
shifted, seizing the kid’s throat and squeezing tightly.
“L...Let...
me... go...” The teen gasped as he struggled, grabbing both of the man’s wrists
and trying to pull his hands away so he could breathe again, only for the man’s
grip to tighten on his neck to the point where only a strange whistling sound
could escape the teen’s throat.
The
second attacker pulled the first off of the teen, scolding him for almost
killing the bait, but the first had done his job well enough as the brat
collapsed to the ground, coughing, trying to take in air, the adrenaline rush
fading under the effects of the liquid he’d been force fed. Before too much
longer the teen was too weak to escape.
The
kid struggled weakly for a moment as his wrists were bound tightly behind his
back, then with a final shudder he went completely limp, unconscious.
The
two assailants escaped the way they’d come, taking their prisoner with them and
leaving behind a note addressed to the King of Games.
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