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The train slowed down to a stop. The same grotesque destruction that covered the train and the skeletons fused to it continued onto the station as Mina and Orlando stepped off and walked into the shade.
“Looks like out Antichrist began his journey the same way he ended it,” noted Orlando, placing her hands into the pockets of her black trench coat.
“This whole environment looks artificial,” noted Mina, “like a child’s storybook that got turned into a nightmare.”
“Yes, it’s somehow even worse than Qumar”, replied Orlando as they continued their walk into the destroyed village.
“Stinks, too. I’m this village was a quaint little place, otherwise it wouldn’t have that ‘Invisible School’ we need to find.”
“Good point. Anyway, you think Haddo possessed a teacher at the school, and used that school to make his Antichrist?”
“I’m not sure.” Mina started walking down the town’s widest road. “What the hell is that?”
Orlando joined to her observe the grisliest site yet. “It seems to be something between a tree and an octopus, which found some tasty villages to snack on before they all died. I remember seeing this monster back in Camelot; a favorite pet of Morgan LeFay.”
“Its guts seem to be fresh,” observed Mina. “It must’ve died recently.”
“If the Antichrist can conjure these up, then we’re really should make sure we don’t put him into a bad mood.”
“Holy shit. Orlando, I think I found the school.”
Orlando turned to face the ruins of Hogwarts, once a prestigious school in the instruction of magic, and now just another monument to ancient times.
“Fucking hell. Looks like the Antichrist lost his temper here and then cooled down on his way to King’s Cross.”
“This shit just keeps getting worse.”
“Yeah, maybe I shouldn’t have left Excalibur at home.”
“Well, the moss around here seems to have just appeared. It may not have happened too long ago.”
They walked into the ruins, leaving the sunlight for the darkened halls.
“So, why hasn’t the Antichrist down his apocalypse thing, yet?”
“Maybe he’s a good kid who doesn’t want to be? And this is what he did once he realized they were all evil and just pretending to like him?”
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense. I mean, no kid actually wans to embrace evil, right?”
“I guess not.” Mina was now staring at the cracks in the staircases. “This architecture … it must have moved about once.”
“And these bodies,” Orlando stared at the two corpses on the base of the staircase. “Mina, this feels like one of those school shootings in America.”
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“YEAH!! BURN, SOFTIE, BURN!!”
The schoolboy fell to the ground as fire erupted out of his skull. He soon joined the other students on the floor, screaming as they were engulfed in flames. At the bottom of the staircase, a boy hugged a girl who could only weep at the tragedy surrounding her. Holding her tight, the boy pointed his wand directly at his assailant.
“Stay back! Don’t you dare hurt her!”
“OH, I’M NOT GOING TO HURT HER!!! I’M JUST GOING TO STICK MY WANT INTO HER!! BOTH OF THEM!! INTO BOTH OF YOU!!”
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“School shootings?” asked Mina at the top of the staircase.
“Yeah, there’s been quite a few while you were stuck in that hospital. None with magic, though.”
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The fire continued around the old man as his body melted into the floor.
“Go on, you little shit! That’s all you’ll ever be, a piece of shit!”
“OH, YEAH? WELL, FUCK YOU, OLD MAN!!”
“Fucking burn in hell, you pampered brat!”
“YEAH, AND DOUBLE FUCK TO YOU TOO!!!”
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Mina and Orlando continued walking down the top floor corridor, both hoping that weren’t growing numb to the carnage they were stepping over.
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The teacher found herself forced on the floor, in-between the decapitated heads of her two colleagues. As the flames grew hotter, her clothes dissolved away, and a wand pierced through her naked breasts.
“Stop! Please, stop!”
“THERE YOU GO AGAIN!! RULES, RULES, RULES!! WELL, GUESS WHAT? RULES ARE FOR SOFTIES, AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO SOFTIES!!”
“I’m sorry! Just please stop!”
“STOP WHAT? I HAVEN’T EVEN STARTED YET!!”
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Remnants of the massacre only grew worse as bodies were now falling out of paintings, and the ground now contained the ugliest corpse yet.
“Oh, God. This poor soul looks like he was cleaved in half.”
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“I SHOULD’VE KILLED MORE OF ‘EM SOFITES LIKE THIS!!! BLOOD IS REAL PRETTY!!!”
“Stop! In the name of Gryffindor, you shall not go any further!”
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“Well, it looks like this place definitely got the worst of it.”
“Yes, it does. Almost as though an explosion went off here.”
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The wand that hand taken so many souls transformed into a long, black blade as it clashed against its opponent. The vibrations of the impact put out the fires in the surrounding area.
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“From the damage, I’d say that a big sword fight took place here.”
“And from the look of, the loser got a quick mercy kill.”
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“NICE TO SEE YOU, PROFESSOR LONG-ASS!!”
“That’s Professor Longbottom, you monster!”
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“A mercy kill, you say?”
“I hope so. Otherwise, that’d be an awfully long beheading.”
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“Stormbringer? Is that the name of your wand?”
“IT’S NOT A WAND, STUPID, IT’S A SWORD!! A VERY COOL SWORD!! IT TOLD ME TO SAVE IT FROM ITS STUPID CASE WHEN MY STUPID PARENTS TOOK ME TO STUPID PARIS!!!”
“So, you’re not even a real wizard then?”
“NOPE!!! STOLE THE INVITE FROM MY SOFTY NEIGHBOR, AND STORMBRINGER DID ALL THE REST!!!”
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“It seems like he wrote something just before he died. A quick blasting on the ground with magic from his fingers.”
“Let’s take a look.”
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“OH NO!!! LOOKS LIKE THE GREAT BIG SWORD OF GREAT-FART-DOOR WENT BYE-BYE!!!”
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“OK, I can make out the address,” affirmed Mina. “Number 12, Grimmauld Place.”
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“ANY LAST WORDS, SOFTIE?”
“Yes – your evil will come to an end.”
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Mina and Orlando slowly made their way back to King’s Cross.
“I can’t remember the last time I was happy to see the sun.”
“Me too, Lando. Although, I still can’t get over that we couldn’t find that last guy’s head.”
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Number 12, Grimmauld Place.
A dimb bulb in a lamp in the middle of the ceiling shown dog on the maggot-infested corpse of a dog. The poor creature had been split open perfectly in half from nose to tail. Very little of its black fur was left, and its human-like teeth were the only discernible feature left of its bald face.
The only other light was from a candle on a dresser with a broken mirror. In front of that dresser was a chair, and tied to that chair was a redheaded teenage girl. She had been stripped naked, and her skin was covered in sword cuts, glass shards, and burn marks. What was left of her hair hung over her face, which she hung in hopeless defeat.
The door slowly opened.
“OH, MINNIE!! I’VE GOT A SURPRISE FOR YOU!! IT’S OUR OLD FRIEND ROGER!!”
She raised her head with the tiniest sliver of hope she had left in her eye. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw her captors walk up behind her. He held up his arms and let a blanket unroll to the floor.
A blanket that was made from fresh human skin. Skin that had been on the top from the head of a black-haired boy her age. As that last sliver of hope left, her captor draped the skin of her best friend over her shoulders like a royal robe. Looking into the mirror, she saw her spirit break.
“Dennis,” she begged, “please just kill me.”
“Yes, please, do it.” Dennis turned to see his other prisoner – the decaying head of Professor Longbottom, sitting in a bird cage that hung from a chain.
“NOW WHY WOULD I DO THAT?”
“Because there’s absolutely nothing more you can do to her.”
“WELL, YOU DO HAVE A POINT. AND IT HAS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I FED STORMBRINGER. AH, WHAT THE HECK. IT’S NOT LIKE THERE’S ANYONE TO STOP ME, NOW IS THERE?”