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Ch:1-Awakening-

"Yo Bobby you got the.. stuff". A grown man with scraps for clothing, asks a passing individual. The individual proceeds to look around taking a moments glance at the night sky. The moon's light reflecting upon his cold eyes. Then proceeds to put his attention back on the man in front of him.

"Perry.. to be frank.. I like you, we both know that says a lot on its own since I don't like people in general, and that's not even putting into consideration my line of work..". He then proceeds to take a breath of air and looks at the man with.. sadness present in his gaze. If anyone that he works with saw him make this expression, they would comment that it looks unnatural on his face and actually looks quite fucking scary.

As from their experience he was a not only boring, but a brutal and cold man, not having enough emotion left to spare for the world or anyone for that matter.

With these facts in consideration, it would explain the other man's surprised expression as he wasn't expecting that look from anybody.. especially him.. of all people, not his drug dealer.

"Despite the many.. many terrible things I've done in life and no matter how weird it is, I care for you.. so I'm begging you.. go home, get your life together.. please"! He said looking directly into the man's eyes with a pleading look. The man just looks down in shame, not sure what to say. He looks back up to say something but.. nothing comes out. He honestly isn't sure if their is anything that can be said. So he just looks at him one last time, shakes his head and walks away.

The other man watches him leave.. and then does so himself.

...

#Time Skip: 2 Hours#

#Mc POV#

As I make my way into an abandoned building lots of catcalls are thrown my way. I ignore them and make my way into my gangs base. I see a bunch of new members, they look at me and cower in fear, nodding their heads to show they acknowledge my presence. They make way, as I came to a stop in front of a door. I knock and then open it. As I walk in my boss Mr. Lang nods his head in respect, and motions his hand towards a chair in front of his desk, I sit.

"How are you Bobby". He asks with a fake smile. "With all due respect, let's skip the chit chat and get to the point we're you tell me why I'm here"! I said looking directly into his eyes, not intimidated at all, I really just want to go home, maybe watch Wizards of Waverly Place, it being the last remnant of my innocence.

"You do know that most people would die with shit in their pants if they talked t.."!

"We've done this same dance hundreds of times and my response is still the same, I'm not most people". I said interrupting him.

He just stares at me.. and starts laughing. "And my response will always be the same as well, no, no you are not". He says sitting back on his chair.

"Let's get to business". He says his face serious. "Lets". I say in exasperation, as he finally gets to it. He then bends over his desk and opens a drawer, pulling out a envelope. He then proceeds to slam it on the desk dramatically.. drama queen.

"This is a list of all the people we need takin care of, you get the memo". He says as I open and peer at the list of names, each one a dead man. As I slowly make my way along the list I notice a name. "Perry"! I say. The boss looks at the file I'm on and comments. "This one in particular not only owes us a lot money, but stole something that belongs to a particular clientele of ours, a valuable artifact". He says trying to read my face. "Is their a problem"? He asks with a grin on his face. I knew depending on my response I wouldn't even have time to say fuck you before I died.

Although I wasn't afraid of him, I knew he himself had some powerful backers, backers I don't want on my ass. "No their isn't". I reply as I get up and head out.

"Good, good". I hear him say before I close the door and head towards my untimely end.

...

#Time Skip: 5 Hours#

I had already completed half the list, disposing of the body's and evidence, wall cleaning the blood off my hands, I asked myself, can I really find it in me to kill him, he was the only person I would consider a friend, family even, considering how long I knew him.

As I make my way towards the alley I knew he lived in, I look around, noticing how stupid I had been, he didn't have a home, drugs and digging in trash cans was all he knew. I also notice that he isn't here, I turn around intent on finding him...

I found him talking to business owners.. looking for a job, he had been filling out applications all morning. If I wasn't so dead inside I would have cried. He was trying, wasn't he. So I made my decision. I ran to him grabbed him and ran us both towards an ally. After I look at him. "You need to go, I don't care were, but you do, I will give you what you need but you need to leave the city, Now"! I say seriously. He looks at me opening his mouth to say something, I stop him. "We don't have the time, I need to get you somewhere safe". I say as I let go of him and tell him to follow me.

...

#Time Skip: 3 Hours#

#Mr.Lang POV#

Inside an abandoned building, in a room, you could see two people talking. "He didn't do it, did he, he didn't pass my test". Lang says to a associate. "No he didn't sir". he replied.

"Sad, he was very good at what he did, a worthy asset, it really is a pity, send someone to clean up the both of them".

"Yes sir, I'll make it happen". He replied, taking out his phone, making a call...

#Time Skip: 1 Hour#

#Mc POV#

Me and Perry are on a highway, over a cliff, the quickest way out of the city. It's quiet in the car, well that is if Perry wasn't smacking on doritos again for the hundredth time. As I was about to yank them out of his palms, I noticed a car at the very end of my sight, a personalized car, and I knew immediately they were on us. I hit the gas, closing in on dangerous speeds, I swerved left, left, then right, and I slowed and stopped next to a bunch of trees.

I got out of the car, though not before popping the trunk, went to the passenger side, got Perry out and slammed a duffle bag into his arms. "Keep going straight, don't stop for nothing, a contact of mine will meet you at a waterfall and get you the rest of the way, good bye". I said as I began to get back into the car. I grabbed my glock out of the glove compartment. "What are you doing"? He asked. I looked at him and with a smile, my first genuine smile in years I said, "I'm buying you some time". I closed the door and drove off...

Perry looked at him go and started crying, turning around he walked forward only to looked back one last time and whisper, "Thank you.. thank you"! As he then ran into the forest...

#Mc POV#

As I was speeding I saw in the rear view that the one car soon became multiple. They started firing machine guns at the car, bullet holes appearing in the wind shield. I grabbed my glock, pointed out the window and shot round after round. I swerved and came to a stop, firing consecutive rounds at one of the cars tires. Successfully taking one of the cars out of commission. I turned and continued speeding away. I came upon an intersection, I looked to the side of me.. all I heard was a crash, and then everything went black...

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A organism was being created, a human, as all the peaces of the puzzle were connecting, 1 Yellow Ball, a key, Red and White colored Orbs, angel and demon blood respectively, 1 Blue String, which in particular was coming from what humans refer to as the dna. We're emerging from different parts of the body, they each faced one another, and suddenly the body lit up as these three different forces were in battle. Releasing unprecedented amounts of energy, they battled and battled until the angel and demon blood suddenly sent an explosive burst of energy in all directions forcing about not only coexistence but fusion, becoming something new, something different, bringing about the creation of a new being, the Crimson Devil...

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Ch:2-Introduction-

#Jocelyn Fray POV#

I had just escaped Valentine's clutches.. by nothing short of a miracle. It had been a year now since I had gotten away from him, that evil rotten man.

I had hid Clary and myself away as far as I possiblity could, calling help from some old time friends, we managed. He is searching for us, their were some close calls but nothing we couldn't handle.

I left Clary at home with a babysitter, as I needed a.. moment to myself. I walked into a sports bar, a little old but also classical in a way. I sat down and called over the bartender. "Whiskey, shots and keep em coming too". I told him, giving him a look that said don't ask.

A bunch of men were drinking together enjoying the game. After I got some shots in I.. weirdly enough decided to go over and join them. I went over with a glass in my hand and asked one of them who stood out. "Who's playing, Lyn". I decided to use a fake name.

He looked at me and smiled. "The Jets, Jerry, Jerry Russo". He replied offering his hand. I took it. I couldn't help but say that there was something definitely.. different about him.. and I honestly liked it...

#Time Skip: 10 Months#

I had done it again, I had fallen in love with someone I couldn't be with, the only difference is this time it wasn't because the person in question was a freaking Maniac, but of a different race entirely.. a magical race. It was too late though, the damage had been done. I thought all this as I walked to his door step and knocked. Looking at the baby in my arms.. I had cried many nights before, because I knew it had to be done, for his own safety, I had to give him away.. I had to give up my newborn son...

#Unknown POV#

In a burning inferno, deep in the earth's crust, a prison, you could hear the screams of the damned as they suffer for their sins, for all eternity. Beings known as demons, being the cause of much of that suffering, laughing along as they rip spines, puncture and twist swords inside of livers, splatter heads on pure earth by use of brute strength, rape, and just generally run amuck causing chaos. You would think the poor souls here would die from all that, right, unfortunately not as the inferno keeps them alive, the inferno is their prison, their salvation, and their suffering. In the deepest pit of this wasteland you could hear moans of pain.. and laughter filled with untold pleasure.

"I have said it millions of times before mortal and I shall say it again, who told you to start the holocaust, stupid fool, you reap what you sow, you reap what you sow". A evil entity, commented as he slowly ripped out the man's pancreas, then his heart, severed his legs and.. special area.. and then snaps his fingers repeating the whole process again and again.

As he made his way to rip off his nails and arms he suddenly stops and looks up as if he could see past all the smoke, blood, Ice, and earth. He smiles and laughs, the look on his face if people could actually understand it of course.. was of pure joy, genuine surprise and intrigue.

"This shouldn't be possible.. I have a decendant in the mortal realm, a decendant of mine is being born". He says in a whisper. "Get up and go, count yourself lucky, I'm in a good mood now.. you get a five minute break". He laughs and just continues looking up to the sky... or acid clouds, whichever really.

*Humming*

"So much to do, so much to plan.. I can't wait to meet you little devil.. little.. Justin".

...

#Ithuriel POV#

I sensed something.. another being with my blood being born.. what has valentine done, what did he do.. I kept sending my senses out and about, trying to get a understanding over the situation, and then noticed something else in the child, something.. destructive. Something evil.. it took me a while but I came to realize what I was feeling. As I looked up to the sky beyond my captivity, beyond these accursed chains, I said in surprise. "Lucifer".

...

#Raziel POV#

Ithuriel has been missing for a long time now, no one knows we're he is, we've sent countless to search for him, yet still no results. As me and Amenadiel make our way towards a particular tower we both.. stop.. as we look down to earth, surprised, we each look at each other and say together in exasperation. "Lucifer".

...

#Luna Lovegood POV#

I learned pretty quickly that I was considered a strange child. Since the moment I was born I was considered special. I'm smarter than any other my age and I'm barely but a babe. I kept having visions, visions of a world dyed in red, of crimson eyes. It wasn't until one day, i finally saw the face of the one who carried those strange eyes. It was then that I knew.. he was my mate...

#Time Skip: 6 Years#

#Alice Cullen POV#

Me and the entire family were watching Renesmee play the piano.. or at least hilariously attempt to do so. We were all currently in hiding as the volturi wanted us all dead, well they wanted some of us alive, but coming after us.. no one was gonna come with them willingly. I looked at Jacob as he held his mate, Edythe in his arms. We are all seriously confused on how she can stand his wolf stench, it's honestly maddening. I heard a crash come from the kitchen, as Leah had just dropped a plate. Then.. I am suddenly standing in darkness.. as visions form all around me...

#Time Skip: 10 Months#

#Jerry Russo POV#

As Theresa my wife wakes me, I notice knocking on the front door. "Just ignore it". I say as I try to go back to sleep. But she wouldn't let me. "Jerry it's been going on for a while now, I think you should go check and see who is it, as it could be important". She says as I grumble about annoying neighbors or tourists.

I get up put on my robe and descend a flight of stairs. I get to the door and look through the peephole, no one was their I grumble once again and open the door... what I saw will.. what i do next will forever be what I would refer to as the best decision of my life, or well I will call it that eventually anyway. As on these door steps.. is my son. I know this because, one, I eventually called my brother to help me confirm this fact using magic, and secondly, a picture was right next to him in his carriage, a picture, of a bunch of men, and a woman.. someone i thought I would never see again...

#Time Skip: 8 Years#

In a small section of new york city, you could see a sign hung up on a building, it read, 'Welcome to Waverly Place', and in this building you could hear kids. Three to be exact. They were arguing over something. But what is the question.

"Alex what did you do to my shampoo"? A boy yelled. "I did nothing, why"? A girl Alex said calmly. They were in Alex his sister's room, boy band posters all over the wall. "Don't you notice something different about me, specifically my HAIR"! The boy yelled back in rage wall pointing his index finger at his now pink hair.

"Hmmm yeah actually I like what you've done with it, it's cute, girls will like it". She said holding back laughter. "Wait really.. Arg ALEX"! He said charging her. I jumped on her and.. started tickling her. "Hoo ha make it stop, Maxine HELP"! She said laughing.

Her door comes busting open and a little girl comes charging. "I want to join, don't leave me out guys". She said as she proceeds to tickle the boy Justin. When suddenly down stairs. "KIDS"!

They just look at each other and say as one. "Uh Oww".

This familiar aura filled with warmth and comfort, safety. It's a beautiful sight.. Sigh unfortunately they don't know that it won't last much longer.. that everything they care about.. will come burning down to cinders...

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~ * * = Sounds/Maybe

~ ° °, • • = Incantation/Spells

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Ch:3-What the...-1

I felt as if i was in a sensory deprivation tank. It wasn't uncomfortable, I had experienced worse but still it was strange. All I could see was nothing. No when I say nothing, I mean the literal personification of nothing, which ironically is also nothing. You don't understand, neither do I. I think that's the point. I'm not supposed to understand.

Well as I am floating, not able to feel or use any of the five sense's, suddenly their is a flash. Right before my eyes, the universe is forming, I am literally watching the beginning of everything. What I don't realize until much later that this sight was MY key to success. Everything else just helped.. why do you say that you might ask. Well the reason Is that what's occuring in front of me is the rise of the personification of 'Origin'...

As I was watching this beautiful scenery. I failed to notice that a black hole had formed behind me. That was until I felt the pressure of a thousand dying suns, gravity hitting me with everything it had. I was twisted and smashed, smudged, and crushed. All in the span of seconds as I slowly but surely past the event horizon into the unknown...

#Time Skip: Unknown#

#Mc POV#

I was flying. The suns light hitting my face as I smiled feeling weightless in the bright sky. The wind breezing past me I felt truly free for once in my miserable life. Everything was perfect. Well almost.

"Justin". I heard. I looked around in the sky, which I noticed was turning dark, fast. No one was there. It couldn't be possible, in fact me being up here shouldn't be possible. Now that I think about my name wasn't Justin, who is justin. What was happening.

"I'm coming for you". I heard again. I replied. "Who the fuck is it, where are you".

"I'm everywhere, as for who i am, it doesn't matter really, it's too late, we are coming". I wasn't scared before, never in life had I been afraid. So when I say for the first time ever I felt a sliver of fear, I who killed thousands, then I mean it.

"Who is coming". I asked. Suddenly the clouds around me darken and start gathering in a circle, lightning of a green and red color strike, nearly reaching me, with thunder sounding, making the atmosphere heavy. I turn around only to see three swirls of smoke, vastly powerful, fastly approaching. A face appears in one of them. In a british accent a man says. "We will be your doom". I have to comment that at a glance.. why does he look like freaking Grindelwald.

After he retracts back into his cloud of smoke, suddenly they all gather around, and come at me at the same time. I am free falling from my point in the air. The lightning from before hitting me making me feel pain like I have never before, even imagined possible. I scream, I who is known to some as the devil's right hand, scream in pure agony. Until another cloud appears infront of me, as a face slowly appears I hear it say. "Wake up Justin, wake up"...

I arise, sweating, my surroundings anew. I look around ready to attack and kill anything that moves. I'm not dealing with this shit. as I look around I notice I was in a room, with posters of famous scientists all over and a little girl right to the side of the bed I'm laying on. If you couldn't tell, I am deeply, incredibly confused. "It's time for school justin, mom made me come wake you up". As I take a closer look at her I notice she looks just like Alex from Wizard of Waverly Place.. Wait a second she is ALEX!

What the fuck...

#Time Skip: 3 Hours#

So my morning was eventful. Quite the adjustment, being transmigrated. Considering I don't believe in a god or any religion, also accounting for the fact that I've done some terrible things and I mean absolutely terrible, I really wasn't expecting it, in fact I still don't believe it. This isn't normal, though nothing in life is, is it.

All I honestly know for sure is that I've had a huge migraine since I got here, and considering the situation and the dream I had, it's a well deserved migraine. I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to worry about that, as their is no way a dream like that happens and it doesn't symbolize something, I can only plan ahead, prepare for it as best I can, well that is if Harper could shut up for a single mother fucking second.

Man she is something else. "Alex is it just me or is Justin acting strange". She asks Alex as we pass by the cafeteria to get our lunch. "I don't know, why ask me, Justin is justin". Alex replied, man I really fucking hate this, couldn't I have been transmigrated to when justin was older, at least then I wouldn't have to listen to a lecture on the freaking alphabet, nouns, and multiplication, it honestly took all I had to not try and kill the teacher. Sigh.. just breath...

#Time Skip: 6 Hours#

I gotta say watching it on tv is quite different from actually living it. Given my personality, I think I preferred watching it on television, as in reality.. it's greatly annoying or maybe I'm just too negative.. who cares, sue me...

School was finally over, damn I had forgot how much of a death trap it really is. As I walk up to the subway station I look around me. At the people passing by, the birds flying, and just the sky itself, I'm not an emotional person, but being here, new life, new opportunities and challenges, it's honestly exciting, very exciting. I keep finding myself being melodramatic.. I'm blaming it on being transmigrated. "I wonder what happened to Perry, did he get out alive". I say in a whisper. I do hope so.. a fickle thing, hope. I then continue on inside the subway station. I then see Jerry, Justin's.. no.. my dad, working at the grill. He notices me walk in and smiles.

"Hey justin, how was your day". He asked while handing a customer his food. I sat my stuff down on a chair. "Alright.. how was yours"? I replied. He looks at me. "What's wrong, your acting a little, different, something happen at school". I looked away and looked back with a smile. "No dad I'm fine, how is mom"? I asked. "She's upstairs, preparing dinner, go say hello". He said as I grabbed my stuff and headed up. "What no hug, tch kids these days". He says while shaking his head...

#Time Skip: 2 Hours#

We are all seated at the dinner table, lasagna on our plates.. I've never had a mother to make a home cooked meal.. needless to say I dived right in. I slowly noticed my stomach hurt. I felt like barfing. "Is something going on Justin, you've been offaly quiet today". Theresa said. Before I got the chance to speak Alex cut in. "I wouldn't worry about it, he's probably just mad about what I did to his toothpaste". She said. I looked at her and asked with underlying rage. "What did you do"! She just looked at me, seemingly a little confused. "Wait.. you didn't barf today, at all.. I guess it didn't work". She comments as I felt something coming up my throat, I quickly run to the trash and barf all of lunch and dinner out...

#Alex POV#

Justin suddenly gets up from we're he was seated and runs to the trash, barfing. I suddenly feel like I may have went a little too far. He suddenly looks at me, his eyes.. glowing, they were glowing red. "You, your dead". He says so quietly, that I almost couldn't hear him. He speaks up louder as all the silverware and plates suddenly come off the table floating. "YOur DEAD". As all the knifes turn to me, and the plates shatter...

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~ " " = Talking

~ * * = Sounds/Maybe

~ ° °, • • = Incantation/Spells

~ | | = Mc Incantation/Spells

~ # # = Pov Change/ect

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Ch:4-What the...-2

#Time Skip: Unknown#

#Mc POV#

I was in a dark space, I couldn't move. I tried and tried again, but I just couldn't...

"So mind if I ask who you are". Someone said as the black space receded becoming a.. City.

I was finally able to walk, appearing automatically on my feet. I looked around and couldn't seem to find whoever just spoke. I went towards one of the buildings and read the sign on top. It read 'Childhood Trauma's'. I was confused, until the building morphed into a more.. recognizable appearance. I heard yelling beyond the buildings door. I.. I went to open it...

As soon as I touched the door I immediately turned around and threw a punch, coming from the core, hoping to knock out whoever was behind me. I unfortunately failed as the punch missed and the person scurried off as I chased after them. "Why didn't that work"? They said as we jumped debris. I can vaguely place their voice between someone who is a adolescent and a teenager, and just hasn't decided which one they want to be. I quickly noticed mist approaching us from behind.

I sped up grabbing them; "It failed because I already accepted my trauma, it made me who I am, not a bad idea tho, good try". I said as I threw them over my shoulder and, surprisingly, on instinct, jumped. We immediately took off into open air. I just freaking did that. I thought as I almost missed the landing. Sending us both rolling different directions on top of a building.

I got up groaning, still surprised I managed to do that, I actually tried again, but failed.

"That's not how it works, you have to will it to happen". The person spoke out as they slowly lowered into the building as if it was quick sand. They looked up at me. "It is our mind after all". I was.. surprised, it was Justin, the real Justin.. Man I was getting sick of all these emotions, made me feel bipolar...

#Flash Back: Unknown#

#Alex POV#

As all the knifes turn to me, and the plates shatter my dad lunges at me knocking me out of the way of a incoming knife. He looks at maxine and mom and yells; "Get under the table, now". As he slowly crawls to a cabinet and opens it grabbing a jar full of dust. I look at justin, he's currently floating off of the ground, flying almost.

His eyes and his aura demonic, like the devils, but holy at the same time, like a angels, the two auras contradictory, but also simultaneously merging becoming something different, incomprehensible.

Their was something else, a feeling of randomness, of infinity, as if he had the universe in the plan of his hands.

He looks like he was in pain, as if he really isn't their anymore, like he was somewhere far away.

He floats upright and looks at me and snarls, as pans and stake knifes emerge from their cabinets and start heading towards me. I scream, as they head for me...

#Time Skip: Unknown#

#Mc POV#

I've been here for a couple hours now, I'm in a forest surrounded by fog, the walk from the city to here was easy.. okay no it was a total bitch, even with my past experiences being put into account. As im walking past a sense bush of trees, I hear a crack, as if twigs were just broken. I slowly tip toe and start to climb up one of the trees. I get to the top and wait.. I hear it again it's getting closer.

I see something below me. I then, stupidly I admit later, jump on top of whatever it was and start punching what I believe to be the head.

As it leans I grab a make shift short spear I made earlier from my waste and prepare to stab it's eye, I also admit later It was stupid not to just stab it the very second I got on top, it will be explained why I didn't do so soon. But before I could I was thrown off. I looked and noticed it definitely wasn't who I was looking for. In fact I definitely didn't want to look for whatever this was. It looked like a freaking...

Well it looked like a demon, their was no other way to explain it. At this point I honestly wasn't surprised. But if this was all happening in my head.. why was it here, I don't have any demons, haha.

I quickly ran out of the way as it slammed it's foot down, making a small crater. I grabbed a rock and ran up a tree, managing to flip behind it. I as fast as I could rammed into it and was about to try to knock it out, but that clearly didn't work out, as it apparently had wings that just now decided to come to the party. It then decided to take off as I was holding on to it.. fuck...

As I kept getting pummeled by trees I decided it was best if I tried actually riding it. I slowly made my way up top, as it was getting higher and higher in the air, I realized one mistake and I was quote on quote dead.

I couldn't mess this up. So I didn't do it. No need to take a unnecessary chance.. Then I noticed after we reached the middle of the city, a opening in the sky, were all the clouds were parted. A Four headed being, very angel like with 9 wings on both sides was hovering their, seemingly waiting for the demon. I also noticed two other figures, a blue man, with strings coming from his fingers, at the center of his chest a moving universe resided, and a electric yellow being, with a constantly changing form.

I immediately knew I would die if I stayed hanging on to this thing, but then I heard a voice, the very voice I had been looking for.

"Jump, now, before you get us both killed". He said from a tower near me, man he really knew how to hide. "Why should I trust you". I ask. He just looks at me and says. "Either trust me or die, your choice".

I of course knowing shit was about to pop off, jumped. He himself jumped up and caught me. Landing on the ground. He looked at me and said. "We need to go, this hole area is about to become a war zone".

"Between what, what are they". I ask. He looked at me and grabs me running. "They are you, or to be specific, us". He said. I look at him as if he is crazy. He clarifies. "They are the personification of what makes us, well us, demon, angel, wizard and adept".

"Why are they fighting if their what make.. you know what I mean". I ask. He replied. "Because of your rage, along with other things, these forces Awakened earlier than they were supposed to, they are currently fighting for dominance". I look at the sky as we finally make it to the forest. We watch as the sky lights up and these forces fight for total supremacy.

"I brought you here as otherwise that power with your knowledge would end up with my family killed, as which ever of those forces win, would have complete control of your and or my body, you would die soon after". He said. "For you it's been a single day maybe two, for me it's been years, just learning and watching your memory's". He followed up with. "My body is no longer mine, it's yours, I don't know how, it's just a fact, I can temporarily fix this problem and even give you some mental... insurance you could say, but unless you promise me you will treat them as if they were your loved ones, with care, you and I will perish together, this isn't a threat, it's a promise". He's says looking at me, in the eyes, dead serious.

For once since I got here I actually act as who I actually am. As I look up toward the sky, the city, buildings burning, explosions sounding. "Smart bastard you are.. fine, I won't kill em, not like I was going to anyway, honestly". I said coldly. He smiles. "Don't play with me, we both know you like them, you didn't have a family in your last life, at least not for long, you can't play the mystery game this time, I know you, I've been in your mind for a long time, you can't hide anything from me". I looked at him and snorted. We both sat there for a second, thinking.

"My disappearance should fix that whole personality disorder thing, it happened because I still exist, causing some issues". He said after a pause.

As I released a sigh he said. "Don't get me wrong, your still going to have to adapt to emotion, just more slowly, and you would still essentially be you, then the weird.. whatever you were when you first arrived". He said. I grumbled. He then sat down and got in a meditative position. "As soon as possible get your hands on occlumency, it's the only way to truly fix the imbalance with those beings, allowing true fusion"...

"Also, I will use what's left of my psychy to give you a small protection from mental attacks, for those insanely stronger at best it will notify you if they get past it". He said. "I will let you out now, wall the body is weak, thanks to there small war". he said with a smile as the explosion and roars get closer. "Take care of them and.. yourself, goodbye". He said as he glowed and disappeared, completely, as I fell again to the deep dark abyss...

#Flash Back: Unknown#

#Alex POV#

I scream, as they head for me and stop abruptly as he seems to crash on the floor passed out. I look behind him to realize dad through some of that dust at him. "Theresa get the kids clothes and necessities, wall we still have time". He yelled as he picked justin up an ran. My mom was pushing us until out of no where someone appears.

"Jerry it's to late, they are already here, you need to go, now.. what even happened". A man with a long beard and top hat said. "Alex, maxine go with that man, okay" Mom said as she lead me and Maxine towards him as he put both of his hands on our shoulders. "Justin.. unlocked his magical power earlier.. way earlier than expected". Dad yelled as he came downstairs, with a crossbow in hand...

#Professor Crump POV#

As Jerry finished his sentence, I noticed Theresa, her head was missing. "Hello, I'm here for my prize". Valentine said sadistically. "Mom, NO"! Both Alex and Maxine yell as I teleport away.. being no match for him, especially with children to protect...

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Ch:5-Orphan-1

#Jerry POV#

"No, Theresa..."!

I yell in pain as Valentine stabs her body with his blade, lifting her above the ground, and throwing her to the side, as if she wasn't even a person, a living being. His men began to come threw the doorway as he yells.

"You don't stand a chance you vermin, hand me the boy, or die". I look at him and then around me, noticing I was surrounded. I looked back at him tears in my eyes. "Come and get him". As I turn around and jump out of the balcony glass, free falling below, not before firing my crossbow towards one of his followers...

#Time Skip: 5 Minutes#

#Mc POV#

I woke up in what looks to be a alley. Getting to my feet I look to the side of me and.. see my supposed dad. His left arm broken, his whole body drenched in blood red. I run to him not sure what to do, I don't know any magic. I try doing chest compressions, but it didn't work. He was dying and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. I felt.. odd, now that I think about it, why did I do the damn chest compressions, he's still breathing, although barely. What the hell is wrong with me.

I would've left him but.. the damn boy made that an issue. As I now know, because of his interference I care for them some what now. I wouldn't admit it but.. it wasn't like I didn't care about them at all even before.

I... couldn't just leave him.

Let's just say I was obligated as a viewer to at least try.

So I with my young body tried moving him despite knowing, well that of course it wouldn't work. I couldn't even move his fat ass a single inch. No offense, of course, it was just the simple truth.

"Ju..Justin". I heard come from him in a weak gasp. I kneeled beside him.

"Justin, Listen to me son, you need to run, and when you do, don't stop, don't take a breath, nothing, just keep running". He said in wheezes.

"Dad.. I". But before I could continue, I was interrupted.

"The boy won't have the chance, and neither will you". A man says wall entering the alley, with another following behind him.

As I looked at them, I just cowered and kneeled on the ground, though not before picking up a piece of glass behind me. "Do what you will". I said as I lowered my head in a symbol of defeat.

As they walk over Jerry is whispering for me to run, but I ignore him. I just wait until one of them closes in to grab me, It is then, that I pounce.

As he attempts to grab me, I instead anchor on to his arm, pull myself onto him, and plunge the glass directly into his eye socket.

He lets out a shrill scream, though it ends abruptly as I yank the glass out of his eye and then slit his throat, blood dyeing my face.

It all happened so quickly, I didn't have time to defend myself against his partner. Who very quickly kicks me in the gut, and as I double down on the ground, pushes me on my back and begins to choke me.

Jerry begins to force himself to get up to help me, but is very abruptly distracted as another pair of individuals enters the alley.

He points his crossbow at them and fires only to have the shot deflected as the two begin to double team him.

#Jerry POV#

Justin.. is dying. I can see it in his eyes. As I push myself up to help him, two more of Valentines followers join in the fray.

I as fast as I can, let a shot off from my crossbow only to have it deflected with a blade.

As they run towards me I knock the closest one in the mouth with the end of my crossbow, only to be kicked in the knee a moments later.

As I try to recover I'm quickly pushed to the rocky pavement, and began to be beaten bloody. I suddenly just lay there.

No longer caring about myself or my pain, I just.. someone.. anyone.. save my son.

#Mc POV#

I can feel my life slipping out from under me, the darkness that is death fastly approaching.

I notice just barley.. my dad being beaten, being torchered. Its funny really, I was given a second chance at life only for it to once again go beyond my control, to once again lose everything I hold dear.

...

Suddenly, for whatever reason I.. I won't let the darkness take me, I won't give in, I WON'T.

...

I with the last of my energy I raise my hands, my eyes opening once more, Crimson, and I whisper one word.

...

...

|Lumos|

...

...

I wake up with a acute burning sensation around my throat. I tried speaking but the meer attempt made me double over in pain.

I look around.. only to gasp.

As the first thing I notice.. is five charred body's, the stench unbearable. I look around noticing only.. maybe a minute or two had passed. I unwillingly make myself stand up, and walk towards the body's. I look around them only to once again notice that..

Beside one of the deceased.. was a burnt, but still intact, crossbow.

I don't know why but I fell to the ground crying in pain, a pain coming from my very soul.

I killed him, I killed my father.

I then hear yelling, something to do with a.. Valentine.

I get up wiping the tears from my face, realizing it wasn't the time to greave, nor will it ever be for that matter, swiped the crossbow and left, climbing a escape ladder next to me, hiding on top of a apartment building as a large group of individuals walk in counting the body's.

"The boys gone sir". Someone says.

I hear a whip of air go by followed by gurgling.

"Damnit find him, Now". Who I'm assuming is there leader yells to everyone present.

"Yes Valentine". I hear as they exit the alley, taking the body's with them.

I lay their processing it all.

Quickly realizing the only thing I do know, one, is that this isn't the same Wizards Of Waverly Place i was accustomed to, that I had come to know, and finally that those responsible.. will pay, they will all pay, they will experience a death beyond imagination, beyond comprehension. I will have my vengeance. I will have retribution...

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Okay a tiny bit rushed so if you guys see any errors please let me know in the comments. Also I will go back and edit the previous chapters(Specifically Chapter 4) to better fit my current vision for the story. If you have any ideas, considerations, concerns, or even just some "Constructive" criticism, please let me know feedback is much appreciated. Enjoy, and have a good day.

Ps, if you haven't noticed I have been trying out different ways of writing or you could say ways to improve the writing, if you have any comments on that please let me know.

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(Word Count: 1109)

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Ch:6-Orphan-2

#Time Skip: 1 Month#

#Mc POV#

It has been about one month since that day, since I lost everything. I've since then had the pleasure of experiencing homelessness.

It's really fun, digging in dumpsters, begging just to survive, it's a very.. superb experience.

It took me a week of no food to put my pride aside and eat, I just kept telling myself it was all for the sake of survival.

I was sitting down under a highway, unable to sleep, I figured I had a lot of time on my hands to think and plan.

For instance, I had finally come to terms with the fact their was more going on in this world than I originally expected.

I should have come to that conclusion sooner but in my defense, a lot has happened since the very moment I got here, I haven't really had a chance to collect myself.

As I sat there staring at nothing I couldn't help but come to the very likely conclusion that this world might be combined with another, given the fact that I saw grindelwald or at least I believed I saw, also contributed to the fact that I somehow by instinct used the Lumos spell, I would say that some harry potter elements might also be in some way in effect.

Though I'm not sure how that Valentine guy comes into play.. doesn't really matter all I know for sure is, one, I need to get stronger, fast, secondly, Valentine and anyone who's involved with him in any way, will without a doubt pay for what they have done.

I will make sure of that...

...

...

Later that day after doing my evening dumpster dive, I decided it's best I finally put some thought into what I currently know I have the potential to do. To pass the time, and further myself in this world.

I couldn't exercise, not with the limited amount of food and resources I have, let alone the quality of my meals, it would only do more harm then good. But their was something I could put into practice.

After searching around I found a decently hidden location downtown of New York.

As soon as I found a comfortable spot, I sat down and tried meditating to get focused...

After a couple of minutes I got up, put my left hand forward and uttered the word, 'Lumos', and as expected it didn't work.

But it didn't matter, no one succeeds on there first try, I knew that, so I kept at it for hours until night arrived, and made my way back to one of many locations I have deemed safe enough to sleep. Life continued on like that for a while, the same routine, eat, sleep, practice, good or bad, it is life...

...

...

#Time Skip: 2 Months#

I hadn't managed to succeed even with 2 months of practice, I very quickly came to the conclusion that.. I was going about this all wrong.

After some further thought, I reasoned I go over some possibilities of what makes magic, well.. magic, as well as what the Lumos spell actually does.

First let's say magic is the energy of the world, of the universe, the ability to go beyond the natural, to manipulate the laws that govern existence, and that Lumos by that logic is just magic energy taking the form of light. I delved further into this notion. Lumos in practice is only supposed to produce light, but I somehow managed to burn multiple people to death with it, which means magic is based all on intent. Well mostly anyway, there no way to be sure until I have more information, which probably won't be for a while.

Getting back on topic.. this all means that magic is of course up for interpretation. It's most likely different for everyone.

I considered what my intent was when I first used the spell.. survival, to make my enemies experience pain.

With these notions clouding my brain, I got up and attempted the spell again.

Thinking back on the moment I first used the spell.. the anger.. the.. fear.. the bloodlust, I had during my what could have potentially been my final moments.

...

The emotions.. they were all there like it was yesterday.. the pain.. the loss.

...

|Lumos|

...

I opened my eyes, seeing a small twinkle on my finger tip seconds before It went out.

I smiled pleased with myself.

I succeed, finally.

...

...

#Time Skip: 1 Month#

I was in uptown New York, talking with the local homeless, trying to find a safe way to make some quick cash. Eating left over trash gets.. old after a while. I wanted something actually edible, all the more so given, if I calculated the time correctly, it will be Christmas relatively soon, and I really wanted a actual home cooked meal.

Leaving the last person I was talking to disappointed, I figured it was time to give up and go dumpster diving again.

As I was walking I came upon a hooded figure, probably a teenage drug dealer.

I attempted to walk past him, but he got in the way.

I hurriedly prepared for the worst.

Getting my hands up ready to defend myself the boy stepped back with his hands up. He spoke.

"I hear your looking for some work boy, I got some for you, if your interested".

I put my hands down and paused in thought.

"What would this work entail". I asked curiously?

He just turned around and walked away, I figured he wants me to follow him, so I did.

...

We walked for an hour straight, my patience quickly waning.

"We're here, wait outside until I come for you". He spoke walking inside an abandoned building, rust and broken glass everywhere.

I looked around and picked up a piece glass and hid it in my ripped jeans.

You don't really get much chance for cleanliness when your homeless.

As I stood there I couldn't help but notice.. crying coming from inside the building.

...

I realized this might be a bad idea and began to turn around, until I heard the entrance open and the man came out and waved his finger inviting me in...

As I entered the building I heard the crying clearer. I looked at him expecting an answer or response. He just continued walking only speaking two words.

"Ignore it".

I.. did exactly that. I will later realize this group of individuals, they are more dangerous than I could have imagined.. I should have known then.. to run away as fast as possible.

...

We soon came upon an opening.

As we walked in total silence, I noticed more people along the way, tattoos being prominent on many of those present.

The man I was walking with suddenly stopped and walked to the center whispering into the ear of some random thug.

After a moment he waved me over, as I walked I noticed everyone suddenly had there eyes on me, I didn't show it on my face but I realized that any second now something bad was gonna happen.

The person he talked to looked at me.. and put a gun to my forehead.. well shit...

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Okay also a little rushed so I'm gonna edit this chapter as well as chapter 4 after we get to chapter 15. If you have any comments on ways to improve my writing or my current style, please let me know. If you have any questions, same thing, comment, it's kind of embarrassing being the only one commenting on your own work. Same thing if you see any errors. Thank you, Have a good day.

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Ch:7-Orphan-3

(Warning: This chapter has disturbing details. You have been warned.)

I'm currently in a boat, chains holding my hands together, tightly I might add. After the thug put the gun in my face they beat me, hoping to force me into submission, I of course did submit.. for now.

They then had me placed on a cargo ship, going were, I don't know. The only conclusion I had was that they were participants in human trafficking, me being there latest catch, and the crying.. well Im pretty sure we can assume what that was with the present information.

I have done terrible things, but even I had limits, kids were one of them, people like them are completely sick, and when I get out of here I'm gonna make sure to wipe this sickness from the world, I don't care enough to go out of my way saving people even children, however the second they captured me.. well let's just say they're entire business is gonna be falling apart real soon.

...

As I was laying down trying to ignore the pain in my wrists, I hear a jingle of keys, and a clicking of a lock, followed by foot steps.

I looked up to see the bastard that got me in this mess, he just looked at me, called over who I assume is a guard given he was holding on to the standard step-dads shotgun in his hands.

He proceeds to bend down and unlock the chains of my wrists. Before leaving he whispered to me in a mocking tone.

"Nothing personal, just business, try to get some sleep, it's gonna be a long couple of days". He then walks off laughing, locking the cage behind him. The guard disappears out of site soon after.

I.. am.. going to kill him, no question.

...

It has been two days since I've been at sea stuck as a prisoner, no food, only a sip of water in the morning and then again in the evening.

I was greatly curious, what we're there intentions with these people, these kids.

It doesn't really matter, I'll have my opportunity soon.. real soon.

...

Another day has passed. I have been attempting to further exercise my use of the Lumos spell, however their hasn't been much progress, it doesn't help that I have to be constantly vigilant in case someone comes around my cell.

Not much has really happened. I have however finally found out were we are headed, thanks to a small opportunity, I had the chance to talk to the other prisoners aboard the ship, the talk was quite fruitful.

Considering I now know we are headed.. to Britain.

...

#Time Skip: 1 Week#

We had finally arrived. The ship boarded the docks safely. At night all the prisoners were chained and transported to an unknown warehouse.

l watched the faces of the fellow captured, some looked.. well better off, I assumed this group was solely comprised of rich kids and adults, likely to be killed or used to make more money, by offering there survival in exchange for cash.

Another group was comprised of people like me, homeless, those with no we're to go, likely promised drugs or forced and tricked into this situation like me.

Last but not least.. were the young ones. Some just looked weak and scared, others particularly females though there were some some males included.. there eyes were blank, empty.. likely raped or saw something that no one their age should have to see.. it pissed me off to no end, I have very few things I would call a limit or rule.

However one of the few I do have.. not the kids, they shouldn't have to be involved in the adult world's issues. Even I as broken as I am can say that this isn't right, isn't fair, but life isn't very fair at all.. is it.

Lastly there was the stragglers, people I couldn't quite place into the other groups.

I unknowingly had stopped momentarily as I was collecting my thoughts.

"Keep moving, dum ass". One of the guards yelled at me, hitting me with the other end of his gun, causing me to stumble and fall, picking myself back up only to be hit again.

I looked at him in the eyes, he stared back.. and then I kept walking, continuing on at an even pace, my head down.. smiling.

...

#Time Skip: 2 Weeks#

It has been.. difficult, to say the least. They don't hardly feed any of the prisoners, just enough to keep us alive.

Recently they have started coming to my new cell, to beat me, embarrass me, you name it. I have this week alone been pissed and shit on dozens of times, I could go on and on.

They have been doing it to all the inmates, to lower there confidence and make them more submissive, but unlike them, they have been doing it to me every.. single.. fucking.. day.

I'm really starting to lose my cool. Don't get me wrong, I've looked into breaking out, however the place is heavily guarded, cameras are posted randomly through out the halls, and besides after all this I don't want to escape, what I want is to completely grind there lives to paste.

I must say, they will have a huge problem on there hands soon, this place is getting over crowded, in a short while they will have to start bunching inmates into cells, further lessoning the health of those locked up.

...

Another three days have passed.. I'm weak and tired at this point. To little food has been given to us prisoners. I can say with certainty within another two months.. I will be die from malnutrition.. I never can catch a break can I.

...

#Time Skip: 1 Month#

#??? POV#

In a office within a run down warehouse, two men were speaking, one of them, a fat man of unrealistic proportions, with a very greedy expression on his face, a little girl beside him, cute, and skinny, her eyes had dark circles in the corners, clearly from malnutrition.

She was chained and bruised, her head down, clearly haven lost her will to live.

Across from them was a muscular man, he had on a designer suit, a little to tight for his stature. They had clearly been discussing possible prices for the girl.

"So mister..". The fat man began.

"You may call me Squealer". The other man spoke all while keeping an eye on the girl, in case she decides to lash out, like the wild animal he believes her to be.

"Let's get to the point I'm a busy man, and she's clearly a defective product.. I'll offer you exactly 50k for her, and no more, take it or leave it". He says with disgust laced in every word.

The fat man sits there thinking for a second, he bent his head to looks to the girl. The girl for the first time looks up, into his eyes, pleading present on her very essence.

With a hoarse voice she spoke,"Uncle.. please". Only to be immediately smacked into a wall, causing her to break down crying. The only thing present in his gaze is disgust, and a hint of annoyance.

He then looks up, having made his decision.

"I'll take it, it's been a pleasure". He replys getting up from his creaking chair and proceeds to shake the man's hand vigorously.

...

He is then led out of the office, a brief case in hand. As the girl is being taken away, he looks back with hesitation and.. a tiny bit of sadness, that just as quickly disappears from his face, and then proceeds to walk into the night. Leaving the girl to her undecided fate.

...

#Squealer POV#

As I walk back to my office, one of my associates comes running up to me.

"Sir we don't have any more space for the girl, were shall we put her". I stand there thinking.

"Send her to cell number 6F". I reply continuing on my way, clearly done with the conversation.

...

#Mc POV#

I am awoken from a nap, the jingling of keys being the prominent sound in the dim hallway light.

A guard arrives unlocking my cell.

"Oh good more fun, what's it today, you drink to much tea". I ask sarcastically. He looks at me and laughs, walking away only to come back seconds later, throwing somebody into my cell, who in particular lands on the floor with a grunt and thud.

"Not today, today is your lucky day, got you some company". He says mockingly, locking back up, and goes about his day.

"Ass". I yell after him, I then look at the ground, and noticing breathing. I move towards it, pushing on my chains which tighten around my wrists.

It's a girl i realize, as she looks up with tears, her eyes empty. I.. don't know why, but I can say with certainty, that at that moment I had.. never been more angry in my entire two lives.

Pushing that to the side, I walk back and remove a loose brick in the wall, in it a shard of glass, and a small portion of my meals, which I save, the day I decide to attempt an escape, I will need all the energy I can get, and that day is fastly approaching, as I couldn't survive much longer here, I knew that. I should have ignored her but.. I don't know honestly, I guess I'm becoming soft.

"Here, eat slowly, and conserve your strength, those chains won't be coming off any time soon, trust me I know". I said throwing her a piece of bread.

She looks up for a split second confused. But excepts it all the less.

Eating it as if she hadn't eaten anything in her life, which I wouldn't put it past me to be true.

She then huddles in a corner, though not before saying in whisper. "Thank.. you".

...

A couple of days had passed, I tried speaking with my new roommate, countless times through out the day, she however never replys back, just sits there miserable. Whatever happened to her.. *Sigh*. It was bad, and I don't know how to make it better, I'm not a people person, I.. how do I make it better, can I make it better. Maybe I'm just sick of sitting here waiting to die or be pissed on.

As I was about to once again get her to actually talk, someone comes into the cell.

One of the guards, he looks at me then her, smiles, and zips down his pants, and prepared to relieve himself on the poor woman. The look on her face, the horror that was present in her gaze.

I was about to look away and let it happen, but even I.. I had really gone soft.

"Hey little penis whatcha doing there, letting lose old skinny willy, I bet allll the females want a taste of the lizard huh". I said taking the attention of off her, mocking him.

"I wonder what your wife's input on the topic would be, probably something like, yeah yeah, I totally feel it.. no I'm not lying". I continue, pausing noticing laughter from outside the cell.

He looks at me his face red from rage. "You got jokes huh you little shit.. I believe you need to be reeducated, your coming with me".

He says aiming at me. After doing so pulls his pants up, unlatches my chains from the wall, and drags me out. Not before I look at the girl and wink, her expression full of surprise.

...

#??? POV#

All throughout the room all you could hear were the pleasant screams of a child, a animal.

I grabbed a set of pliers, grabbed his left hand and slowly removed his index fingers nail, then the middle, and thumb.

I then grabbed a hammer, closed one eye to aim, and rammed it on his eye.

All the while the screaming continued in heightened frequency. Blood dripping from his hands and eye.

I was impressed, he was screaming, but there was no tears.

Guess I gotta step my game up. As I decided what to do next I hear a whisper, I look at the boy and lean in to hear.

"Does this turn little willy on". He whispers with a smile, one eye bleeding and swelling profusely.

I.. I don't even respond, I turn around a grab a set of brass knuckles.

I look at him and smile. He made this very personal, he had his laugh, now it's my turn.

I throw him on the ground, get on top of him and began beating his head into jelly. One, two, three... twenty-five.

His entire face was a bloody mess, his lips busted, his stomach bruised. This.. this is the life.

I got up and put the brass knuckles back on the table top, and picked out a army based combat knife, the blade thin and sharp, just right for the job.

I took off all his clothes except his under garments, and began cutting into this little piggy.

*Screaming*

Slice by slice, piece by piece, I cut into his flesh, making tiny cuts, and tearing the skin off slowly, drawing out the pain.

I set down the knife. Ultimately deciding it was time for something more.. poetic, something beautiful but deadly, what better than fire...

*Screaming*

...

This went on for a while, the fellow guards keeping there distance from the room, knowing from there own.. escapades, what was happening in that room. They just went about there day minding there own business.

Some even laughed at the screams, thinking who ever was in there deserved the pain they were experiencing.

...

*Whip*, *Whip*

*Silence*

He was quit now, no longer registering the pain he was feeling.

One, two.. ten. I counted as I kept whipping and whipping, as more blood sprayed the floor.

I looked into his eyes all the light before gone, empty.

Ah, all is right with the world.

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I decided to go ahead and post one more chapter, praise me... no... okay😥.

Anyway... now you will have to wait until Friday.

Also I do plan to edit this chapter... after chapter 15😁.

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(Word Count: 2259)

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~ * * = Sounds/Maybe

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Ch:8-Orphan-4

(Warning: Disturbing and brutal details, You have been warned.

Ps, next two chapters will probably have the same warning.. but for a different reason entirely.😈)

#??? POV#

My life.. hasn't been in any meaning of the word.. happy.

My parents were murdered when I was but an infant, a innocent spark, just brought into the cold dark world.. I was sent to live with my aunt, uncle, and my cousin. They were well off, so people assumed that I would be happy.

But.. just like the saying, never judge a book by its cover, don't judge on the first glance, because then you will never know what's really going on the inside.

...

They.. *Sob*.. hated me. They never loved me or treated me like family. I don't even know why. While my cousin got his own room, while he was treated like a king, I was there servant, the one stuck living in the broom closet under the stairs, living among roaches and rats, never getting sleep, always stuck with the leftovers, always locked in my room for christmas.. I never even received a single Christmas gift in my entire life. Not a single one.

...

I was always bullied at school, always alone, left in the shadows of others. They to hated me.

But at least with them I knew why.. it replays over and over in my head.. one day for P.E we had to get undressed for physicals, wall my cousin went to a high class private school, I was stuck in a run down institution that could barely afford to give the girls and boys separate changing rooms.. there wasn't a curtain, stalls, nothing to hide what I am, nothing to hide what was in between my legs, nothing to hide that I was.. a freak.

The insults, the slaps, the name calling.. Ewe, what is that, why do you have both, your a freak.. *Sob*.. a monster. I was a monster. I was hated for something I couldn't control.

..My aunt.. although not blameless, at least had enough heart to hide it from my uncle as I was growing up. Knowing how he would react. But on that day, at that point it was too late. I came home that day to a nightmare.. a nightmare I had gotten used to.. a nightmare that at that point.. only got worse.

"Disgusting, a fucking monster, a freak.. oh my what will the neighbors think, my boss.. what have you done"!

*Whip, whip*

*Sob*

"Uncle stop it, I'm sorry".

*Crunch*

"Uncle STOp.. please"!

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*Crying*

...

From that point onwards I got fed less, I was beaten more frequently, and.. *Sob*.. had to walk in slow strides for the rest of my life. He crushed my leg, a limp, all these scars, for what, because I was different, all because I was different.

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I had a friend once, a new kid, he didn't have the chance to find out about it like everyone else, and even when he did. He was still nice to me, it was surreal, it was the first time in my life I felt, good, happy. But once again it was taken from me.

When he started getting bullied for being my friend, he became increasingly distant, to the point he ended up becoming the same people, he was trying to protect me from.

...

"Hey we're have you been you wanna play some soccer". He looked up at me with disgust. "Why are you talking to me.. freak" He said walking away...

It broke me, it was just a single word, but coming from him.. if before I was just depressed, at that point I had become empty, I lost all hope.

It just continued getting worse and worse.. until my uncle was laid off from his job. It was then, my suffering reached a all time peak. Every other night, uncle came home drunk to take it all out on me.

...

Even though he knew he couldn't afford it he just continued living life like he had nothing to lose.. until we reach the point I'm at now.

Sold away to an unknown fate, likely worse than before.. *Sob*.. I knew when he gave away what was gonna eventually happen to me. It was then in that cell, ignoring my surroundings, hungry and in pain, I considered ending it all.

Until I finally registered a voice, a boy maybe just a little younger than me.. he was covered in poop stains, bruised slightly all over.

He despite knowing it would put him in a bad situation, gave me a portion of the last of his food and water. At this point I couldn't even register that kindness was something that exists, so when he had tossed it over, I was just.. confused. I couldn't understand why, why would he.. why would anyone try to help me.

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Another day, the same depressing thoughts, the same thoughts that keep being interrupted by my, his words, roommate.

I couldn't understand why he kept trying to talk to me, was it pity, was he sadistically trying to use me. What could the reason possibly be...

I later finally realized that kindness really does exist.. only.. at least what I believed to be at the time.. a little too late.

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A man, a guard, walked in.. and undid the zipper on his pants, staring directly at me.. I never felt more scared in my life. I was prepared to die fighting, but he saved me from what I feared was gonna happen.

"Hey little penis whatcha doing there, letting lose old skinny willy, I bet allll the females want a taste of the lizard huh". He yelled, his voice laced full of a mocking tone.

He antagonized the guard further, taking all attention away from me...

I watched as he was dragged away, I felt afraid.. not for myself.. but for him, until he looked my way and winked, trying to portray everything was going to be fine, but I learned a couple hours later, they weren't. He knew it to.. he knew what was going to happen.. *Sob*.. but he still did it anyway.. *Crying*.. why, just why.

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#Present Time#

I was awaken with the sound of a jingle, of keys, and sadistic laughter.

I looked up to see the Guard back with my roommate over his shoulders. He looked at me and snorted.

He then proceeded to toss him onto the floor, turning around leaving though not before saying some parting words.

"I suggest you learn to shut the fuck up, though now that I think about it, please don't, I actually had a lot of fun". He then walks away.

I was left there wondering why he didn't put the chains back on him. Although it really didn't matter, there wasn't anywhere to go, there was hardly any space to move in this rocky square cell.

I.. felt weak, I stared, listening to him breath in and out, coercing me as i slowly fell into sleep.

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I had awoken, a loud groan followed by mumbling sounding next to me. I stretched slowly my body exhausted, I hardly enough energy to do anything.

I glanced at my so called roommate. He didn't move at all the entire time.

A couple of minutes pass, I'm left wondering why he hasn't moved, I hesitate but still decide to crawl towards him. I then give him a shake. He didn't move. I continue to do so, until his body suddenly rolls over, facing my direction.

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The moment I set my eyes on him.. I.. I.. I was in shock. That shock quickly became horror and surprisingly pain, something I thought I had become numb to.

*Screaming*

*Crying*

"Somebody help, please"! I yelled to no one in particular.. no one answered.

I kept screaming and crying, stuck staring at his face. It was mashed into a pulp, bruise's and cuts layover his skin, his back burnt, his right eye blistered and bleeding, possibly no longer usable.

His left and right hands have had there nails forcefully removed, still bleeding onto the floor. It wouldn't come as a surprise if a couple of ribs were broken or out of alignment.

The fact he was still breathing at all, is nothing short of a miracle.

His lips though bleeding were still forming that mocking smile.

Through all my screaming somehow I managed to hear another grown. I watched his face contort, his mouth opening to scream, but no sound coming out. I listened to his breathing, as it got faster and faster, ".. make it stop.. I can't make it stop..". I heard him whisper in his sleep. I continued to shake him, but I got no further response.

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#Time Skip: 1 Week#

During this time he didn't wake up at all, I forced him to drink the little water offered to us but it never helped, as I watched him get skinnier, closer and closer to death.

I was afraid, I didn't know him, but I still went out of my way to help him, feeling guilty, I attached to him, being the only thing left to focus on, to distract myself, to keep sane.

I managed to get some torn cloth from a group of sympathetic prisoners. Using it to wrap his injuries as best I can, easily to, seeing as I had a lot of practice doing so.

It continued like this until one day.. he stopped breathing.

...

I had just finished rewrapping his injuries, only to notice it was.. quieter.. way more quit than usual. I was left thinking what could be missing, what could possibly be different.

I put my hand on his chest, and then put my ear where his heart should be.. finally realizing what I was missing. His heart beat was slowing, he couldn't breath.

I started freaking out. Flashes of how I lost everything I cared for, how I have suffered, how I hurt those that I care for by just being near them.

I realized I was having a panic attack. I just kneeled next to him. Crying, not sure what to do.

...

This went on for minutes until I felt.. I felt him move.

I watched as he woke up, as if he wasn't dieing moments before, slowly lifting his head up and watched on as he started puking blood.

I.. just couldn't stop crying.. it's because of me.. he was like this because of me.. I'm sorry.. "I'm so sorry".

"ugh, why are you sorry.. arg.. don't be". I barely managed to hear him say, his eyes still shut close. He then opened his left eye and stared at me, trying his best to hide the pain he was in.

"You don't need to cry.. your older than me, big girls don't cry" He said lifting his hand to caress my cheek. "So please stop, I'm not worth the trouble". He said wheezing.

We just sat there, him laying on his side, staring at me, while I was avoiding looking at him, trying my best to stop crying but failing nevertheless.

"Hey, hey look at me". I did as he asked. "Help me over to that wall will you". I feeling guilty the more I looked at him, got up and tried my best with some effort on his part, to get him at the far end of the cell.

"How many days has it been..". He asked. "A.. a little more than a week I believe".

He leaned back on the wall and began removing a loose brick, making a small opening. Grabbing what was inside. He looked at me and smiled all wall repressing a scream of pain.

"..Did you know today's Christmas".

...

#Mc POV#

As I looked at her I thought about my entire life until now. I thought about how I've been acting out without a clear goal. I thought about my current circumstances.. and finally.. I decided to spend the last of my time alive, making sure she and everyone stuck here got out of this okay.. unlike me.

*Sigh*

I was dieing.

No child could survive what happened to me.. the only reason I am still breathing, is magic. My mana was keeping me alive, I could feel it, seems being on the brink of death comes in handy a lot when it comes to magic.

Unfortunately just like all resources, there was a limited supply. My mana was being used up faster than my body could resupply, all to keep my heart going.

Once I ran out, that was it. Game Over.

With these thoughts in mind I looked at her and asked. "..Did you know today's Christmas".

She looked at me as if I was insane, and she wouldn't be wrong.

"Here.. take it.. merry Christmas". I said handing her all the food and water I had.

The look she was giving me before increased in intensity. I just laughed.

*Cough*

Blood was shooting out of my mouth.. I couldn't repress the pain this time.

*Screaming*

"Fuck me, *groan*".

I.. I needed to hurry. I didn't have any more time to wait. "Do you wanna die, I'm asking because that's what's going to happen, to all of us if we don't get out of here". I said in a whisper.

She just stared at me not sure what to say, until she finally slowly shook her head, side to side.

"Good, then we have a chance". I slowly reached inside my pocket and pulled out a hair clip.

"I'll tell you something, adults think there smart, but they make idiot mistakes just like everyone else". I said mockingly, I wouldn't.. no I couldn't let that happen to her, but there was always more than one reason for me to do such a thing, to intentionally bet on my life.

It wasn't that I planned for this, I merely saw an opportunity, and capitalisd on it. It was a risky move, but it was our only hope.

"I'm going to just up and ask you, no more beating around the bush.. do you wanna help me do something incredibly reckless and stupid". I asked her, and for the first time since I met her, I saw a smile.

"If so good, Eat up, I'm going to need you at top condition, it's going to be a long week".

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Like the comment from the previous chapter as a thank you, cause I wasn't planning to do a double release today. Maybe one more chapter tomorrow, then I'm done until Saturday.

Enjoy, and please stay tuned for the inevitable carnage.😈

Ps, after looking through it... another chapter to edit... f*** me.

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~ " " = Talking

~ * * = Sounds/Maybe

~ ° °, • • = Incantation/Spells

~ | | = Mc Incantation/Spells

~ # # = Pov Change/ect

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Ch:9-Escape-1

Should I add Sybill Trelawney or even nymphadora tonks, from harry potter, to the harem. I'm not gonna add them out of nowhere, i already got my work cut out with the current harem. But I like there characters, so the decision rests with you guys.

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#Luna POV#

In a mansion, hidden from mortal eyes, there was a girl. She had blondish-white hair, and sparkly blue eyes.

Inside of this mansion, she was playing with two others, talking about what could happen the year next. As they were all planned by their parents to attend the same institution.

The wizarding school of Hogwarts.

"Astoria what do you think, do ghosts really just fly around all willy nilly". Asked the youngest of those present, a girl by the name of Daphne. "You don't actually think we would tell you". Said her older sister, Astoria.

I laughed at there antics, despite being 1 year older Astoria acts just like her at times, it's cute. "I'm going to agree with Astoria here, Daphne, we both are going to have to attend to find out." I said.

Looking around my room, I focus on a painting on the wall, one of my own craft, it was a painting show casing a battle field. There were piles of dead body's, most ripped apart. The earth split in half. The sky was raining red, creating a small lake of blood, dark balls of smoke present in the background, But what really drew attention was at the center of the painting.

At the center was a man, his head up, clearly screaming in turmoil, fangs hanging out of his mouth, tears in his Crimson eyes, he was holding onto a body, presumably dead. Lightning forming around him, wings and demonic horns slowly sprouting from his body. Blood covered his figure whole. His face morphing into that of.. what you could only call the devils.

It was out of all my paintings, both my favorite and least favorite simultaneously. I called it, The Crimson Hour.

My parents weren't very supportive when I made it, but after realizing how important it was to me, begrudgingly let me keep and hang it up.

It represents something.. I want to prevent.. as it was a foretelling to the beginning of the end.

As I stared at it, I suddenly felt weak, tired, darkness over taking my sight. A vision.

...

In it I saw a sight that brought me nothing but rage. I saw a boy, presumably in a vast warehouse. He was bleeding, his skin ripped apart, fighting two figures, with others, holding mortal weapons, which were pointed at him, firing.

His hands glowing red light, behind him was a group of kids and adults all crying, as the boy was protecting them, bleeding out, his eyes low, clearly at his limit. I watched on as the tallest of the two men disappeared, reappearing near the boy, his fist already bent backwards, then everything went black once again.

Another image.. the boy was laying on the ground, a hole where his stomach should be, others body's surrounding his, all dead, decimated.

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It ended just as fast as it started. I was suddenly back in my room. My parents as well as Daphne and Astoria's, were standing across from me. Sending me worried looks, clearly not sure how to react. "Sweetheart are you, alright.. what did you see". My mother asked walking up to me, bringing me into a hug.

I looked at her, my eyes cold as ice. "We have to go.. Now"! I yelled. My dad surprised by my reaction asked. "Sweetheart what happened".

"My.. no.. our mate.. he's gonna die.. he's gonna die". I said in a daze as in turned to stair at the painting on the wall, they followed my gaze.

My dad immediately turned to Mr.Greengrass and Mrs.Greengrass. "If that's the case.. she's right.. we need to leave.. right now".

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#Time Skip: 5 Days#

#Mc POV#

We had prepared as best we could, I giving all of my daily rations to the girl, who I now know as Harriet.

All the other prisoners knew what we were planning, and spread the word, giving out necessary jobs to any that could help. Understandable givin this was the difference between life and death.

Those that could provide assistance, payed close attention to possible locations of the Cameras, and the schedule of the guards, along with other miscellaneous tasks.

We were in a rush, I was in a rush, my magic dwindling every second.. there wasn't much time.

I was getting weaker and weaker everyday that passed. On two days exactly ready or not we will strike. There wasn't any choice.. it was are only chance.

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Nightmares of my previous life, as well as my current one haunt me, I could hardly sleep.. actually I just couldn't sleep, at all. But I put up a front, at least in front of Harriet.

The girl had enough problems, one of them being the fact she was at the core of our plan. If she failed her task.. it was over for all of us.

I taught her as much as I could. Sleeping next to her.. to help ease her own nightmares.. we are the same, we are both.. broken.

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#Time Skip: 1 Day#

We are all as ready as we're gonna be, the stakes are high, the steps in place. It's do or die now.

We've had the healthiest of the male prisoners, secretly take over as one of the guards, don't ask how, let's just say it was a pain in the ass. Seriously! It almost wasn't worth it. Almost.

He will turn off the power in the entire facility allowing us to.. start the war with an element of surprise.

With him in place we all waited for the next night to come and take us. That is when we will strike.. when we will fight.. for survival.

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So it begins.

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#Time Skip: 1 Day#

#Harriet POV#

The time was almost upon us.

These past few days have been very interesting. He has managed to bring hope back into the people stuck here.. even I have been affected by his chorisma. He surprisingly works well as a leader.

But unlike the others.. I could tell something was weighing him down.. he has progressively gotten worse and worse, everyday he looks weaker and weaker.

He's tried to hide it, he pretends to be okay, despite his injuries.. but I know he isn't.. he isn't okay.

But now isn't the time, to much Is on the line to worry about him.. for now.

...

He has been taking care of me, teaching me all he can in the hope I get my task done. I appreciate the fact he didn't ask about my past.. it was too painful.

I wondered what I will do after this.. I think I will just continue to follow him.. he is all I have left.. all I know.

I haven't known him long, but.. I feel like I have.. isn't that strange. I guess your experiences really do define you.

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#Mc POV#

It wasn't anymore than five minutes, until we begin our escape. I was.. unsure of how this would go, but I didn't have a choice. if I waited any longer.. That's the problem, I don't have any longer.

As I waited, I spoke out loud to myself.

"If any part of you is still in there Justin, I need your help, please.. it's the only way. If you can.. let them out, do something". I waited.. I didn't get a response.

"..Your probably gone, but even though.. thanks for everything, I'm sorry I couldn't protect them, if it helps, I'm not far from there fate anyway". I said as the lights shut off.. it's go time.

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Honestly the most grammaticaly correct chapter I've ever made.

Now you guys wait, I need a break.

Enjoy!

Ps, that rimed.😁(So much for grammaticaly correct huh.)

Ps, I'ma have to go back and add more to this chapter, I just looked at my stats, and I'm 500 words away.. from those sweet.. succulent.. delicious.. sexy.. POWER STONES!

Give me stones or give me death, give me stones, but most definitely give me.. yeah I'm done.🤣

Ps, just went back and added a little, next chapter is gonna start off strong.. but you guys are gonna have to wait till Monday, I'm pooped. My highschool life is almost over..😥 it's time to f up in the real world now.😂

Check out my creation list on my account, it has every story I'm working on listed there.

And finally because I'm to lazy to write for the last of the word count: Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem, Harem.

Now.. if you don't want to get hurt.. GIVE ME YOUR STONES..🤣

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#_Note_:

~ ' ' = Important Thoughts Maybe/ect

~ " " = Talking

~ * * = Sounds/Maybe

~ ° °, • • = Incantation/Spells

~ | | = Mc Incantation/Spells

~ # # = Pov Change/ect

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So it begins.

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#Time Skip: 10 Minutes#

#Mc POV#

You could here the sounds of fighting. The sounds of war ensuing throughout the prison. Blood splashed all along the walls. The blood of both prisoners and guards all running cold on the floor.

This all began just ten minutes ago.

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#Flash Back: 10 Minutes#

"Harriet, you know what to do". I said as I and the rest of the prisoners exited there cells, getting into assigned groups made previously, all kids will go with a number of adults to what is believed to be the safest part of the prison. Everyone else has a very clear job to do, we are going to war.

"I'm not sure I can..". She begins to say until I stop her. "I've taught you everything you need to know, don't say that, believe in yourself, as everyone here is believing and relying on you to get your task done". I said to her in a whisper.

She nodded as I called over a prisoner named Blake, he shall be helping her on the assigned task.

They are going to distract the guards and get us access to there Armory. Then we will have a fair chance at survival.

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#Harriet POV#

I was walking down a hallway, once I round the corner I would begin. I.. was honestly scared, I didn't want to do this, but I will, they are counting on me.

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I ran in front of the Armory door with my partner beside me. I knocked and screamed as loudly as I could.

"Help, help, they have gone mad".

The door opens, five people exactly were in the room, they started at us shocked.

"How did you get out of your..". He begins only to be cut off.

"The prisoners, they are starting to revolt, I told them it wouldn't end well, please I don't want to get punished too". I scream out wall crying. They look at us both with sadistic grins on their faces. "It's okay, girl you won't, you've done a good job coming to us". He said wall coming down onto his knees, hugging me.. though not before squeezing my..

I continue to fake cry until Blake beside me, throws a rock down the hallway, giving the signal..

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Ps,(I wrote this part just now)Another chapter, enjoy... okay I'm kidding this doesn't count as a chapter, more as a draft. I apologies, life holds importants over this. My great grandpa had a stroke yesterday, and this happened wall my family was in the process of moving out of their house. So all I can say is I apologies, and I'll finish this as soon as I can. I won't be posting until at best the end of the week. If it helps, I've made great progress on rewritten chapters, nothing for sure but I am currently mapping out chapter 2 now.

Also, I think it's best I say this, please if you haven't, read the Author POV, so that way you are sure this a story you want to follow. As I'm adding things in my FF that some people won't appreciate or like. I will if I feel it's neccasary, if you haven't noticed get into a little bit of detail on some cruel actions. This is for character development. Yes this is a FF and at least a little bit of a wish fulfillment. However I also want to focus a lot on plot as that's what makes a good story.

Other than that enjoy, have a good day.

Ps, I've finally done it, I've passed up the 2nd person on the power vote for, Another Tale: Osborn, next is number 1.😈

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#_Note_:

~ " " = Talking&Speaking.

~ * * = Sounds&Noises.

~ • • = Incantation&Spells.

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~ # # = POV Change/Time Skips/ Flashbacks/Ect.

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