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Draco's Point of View'It's almost time. I have to do this. There is no other way. I have got to do this.' I tell myself. I try to reassure myself that this is the right choice. This is something that has to be done. I look in the mirror of the bathroom. I no longer look like myself; I no longer look like Draco Malfoy. I look like a shell of my former self. I feel something wet run down my face. I realize after a moment that it is a tear. I'm crying. 'This is to much for me to handle. Why do they want me to kill him? Why not have one of the higher-ups do it. Why choose me. I mean I know who my dad is, and I know how big of a Death Eater he once was, but who said that I was exactly like him. I know he taught me as much as he could about being a Death Eater and I thought I was ready for it, but I just don't know any more.'
By now, I'm fully crying. I look up in the mirror again and this time it isn't my appearance that catches me off guard. It's the ghost that's floating behind me that startles me. I flip aro
A New Beginning Chapter 7When I woke up the next morning, I found that Itachi was nowhere to be found. "Itachi! Itachi where are you?" I heard the bathroom door open. I look and see that Itachi had poked his head out. "Itachi."
"Sorry, I got up to take a quick shower. I'm almost done."
"Alright." 'Since when did I care about where he was? Why was I scared when I couldn't find him?'
'That's what I want to know, kit.' A familiar voice said.
'How are you able to talk to me again?'
'I've been able to since that sensei of yours came and put the seal back to what it was before.'
'And you haven't said anything because?'
'Just didn't feel like it.' I smirked, he was angry with me.
'What ever you say.'
"Naruto?" I shake my head and look back towards bathroom. Itachi was standing in the doorway with a towel rapped around his neck, and a pair of low hanging sweats on. I blushed a little; he was nothing like Sasuke when it came to looks. "The fox was talking to again?"
"Yeah, I didn't know he would st
A New Beginning Chapter 6After a few minutes of sitting there, I began to get bored, so I reread the letter that Kakashi left for me. Every time I read it, I began to get more depressed and angrier with myself. Depressed because I know what is going to have to happen to Sasuke, and angry because I said all those things to Itachi without even thinking about how he really felt. I forgot about how most Uchihas don't show their emotions well. Sasuke was like that before he left the village, if he was happy he would tell me when we were alone but even then it would be awkward, so needless to say he had a hard time telling me he was worried about me.
I sit there and think about how Itachi and Sasuke are the same and how they are different. After a little while of doing this I realize that although they do have stuff in common, they are not the same at all. For instance, almost everything Itachi did when Sasuke was younger was to help Sasuke have a better life than what he had, whereas Sasuke almost only thought of h
A New Beginning Chapter 5"Naruto, you need to wakeup now." I hear someone say to me. I'm not fully awake so I can't tell who it was talking. The voice sounds familiar, but I just couldn't place it.
"Ugh, just a few more minutes .."
"Naruto, you've been asleep for a day and a half, you need to get up and get something to eat and drink." As soon as the voice says 'a day and a half' my eyes opened as wide as they could go and I sat strait up, which in the long run was a mistake. After I did that I felt sick and had to lie back down. Once my eyes adjusted to the light in the room I see that it was Itachi that was talking to me. "Take it easy."
"Ugh, what happened?"
"Heard you scream, when I came to see what was wrong when I found you passed out on the floor."
"Why was there so much pain?"
"The fox was trying to break out. Kakashi came yesterday with a couple of ANBU members with some of our stuff, so I had him fix the seal, he knows more about that stuff than I do."
"What! Kakashi- sensei was here? Why didn't
A New Beginning Chapter 4We traveled for three days to get to this supposed hidden house, I don't think Itachi has slept once since we left. "Hey Itachi, I was wondering something?"
"Have you slept since we left."
"What! Why not?"
"I need to watch for any danger."
"Sasuke attacking us really shook you up, didn't it?"
"No." I didn't know what to say after that, I felt a little sad that he wasn't worried about Sasuke coming after us. We travel for a little while longer until we get to the base of a mountain. "We have to climb up to get to the house."
"Isn't there a path?"
"Yes, but the release for the path is on the top of the mountain, so for now we will have to climb." All I do is sigh then start to climb.
"Shouldn't you be going first?"
"No I need to be able to catch you if you fall."
"And what happens if you fall?"
"Then you need to find somewhere to stop to wait for me." It was obvious that he would rather me climb then talk.
It was a hard journey up the mountain, it took us almost a half-hour
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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