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Memories filled Harry's vision. His mother, his sister, his brother...
His father and all that he had done. The reason Harry left home… why he had to run away.
His hand flew up and gripped the hair around his scar. It burned, as if he was re-living getting it all over again.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and took two steps backwards. He opened his mouth and let out a horrifying scream.
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Danny didn't know what to do with himself. The sight in front of him seemed so surreal. Dougie had pulled himself back up after hearing the scream, never expecting to see it had come from harry. Charlie cursed from behind them, hissing "Something isn't right here… I've never seen Harry act like that…"
The two teenagers couldn’t respond. They were too terrified to do anything, let alone move or speak. The only thing they could do was staring. Stare at their friend, the strongest person they knew, shaking with fear. Even Sharp looked confused. The people around them whispered to each other in disbelieve. Some of them were laughing, probably some idiots not knowing what to do with themselves. But the ones who frequent these fights knew something big was up. This wasn't the normal scene one would expect at fights. Not that this situation was anywhere near normal, but fights to the death were not unheard of. Letting your guard down at one though, that definitely was.
Tom felt shivers running down his spine, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. How can his heart even pound at all when it was torn in half by that scream, Tom will never come to understand.
The sneer Sharp let out broke Tom from his stare, looking between the two fighters. Harry took the last steps backwards and hit the side of the cage with his back, his hands gripped it by his sides as he let his head fall in front of his as his shivering body made the metal cage rattle behind him. His eyes were still squeezed shut. His body completely exposed to Sharp, perfectly on display for him.
Sharp didn't wait for Harry to get a grip. The opportunity was more tempting than the curiosity. He made his move towards Harry, fast and full of purpose.
Tom only had a few seconds, but there wasn't much to debate about. His heart had already made the decision for him. And wasn't that a scary though? Caring so much about a person he had barely known a full 24 hours.
Tom kicked the ground with his feet, every muscle straining to lift the chair as he pushed forward, putting everything he had into one blow, slamming into Sharps side with his head as the raven haired teen came in front of him on his way to Harry.
Tom landed on his side, facing Harry, as Sharp got once again blown against the cage's wall, this time hitting the cage with his side, unfortunately, his knife remained in his hand.
Harry heard the racket, heard Tom's chair hitting the ground, heard Sharp colliding with the metal wall, but he couldn't bring himself to look.
Then his ear caught something else among the loud pounding in his skull. Danny's voice, Shouting," Tom! What have you done?! Tom! THOMAS!!!"
Suddenly something in Harry's mind clicked. The way Danny called for Tom, just like he himself called out to his brother, back then… called out to Thomas.
Harry's eyes snapped open. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, Sharp stood over Tom, the knife in his hand slowly making its way from above his head towards Tom one inch at a time. Tom looking at him with sadness, then closed his eyes. Preparing himself for the worst.
Harry sprang forward, launching himself at Sharp, and pushed him away, saving Tom just in the last second. "No!" he called, Tom looked up at him, the strain hurt his neck but he didn't care. He looked at Harry's eyes, once again they were clouded with anger and hate, but much clearer. And anger was better than fear, right? But there was something else in the boys blue eyes, something almost like… darkness.
Sharp launched back at Harry then, and Harry moved towards him as well, whispering under his breath, "not this time, dad." He might not have indented to say that out loud, but Tom heard it anyway, and clearly, Harry was not entirely 'here' right now. He wanted to investigate it, but right now he had better things to do. Like pathetically try to crawl to the side. When he finally managed to stand up and set the chair down again, he looked at the fight. Tom saw that something in Harry's eyes glowed at that moment. At first he didn't know what it was, but it had made every cell in his body freeze. And then he knew. It was a coldness that one can see in a killer's eyes. Like a vicious animal.
Sharp came at Harry, but the teen had other plans. His survival skills making him do the same thing as last time.
Harry dodged Sharps knife, quickly standing from under his hand and moving to the side. The knife made a shallow cut on his shoulder, but he didn't care. He stood to his full height, lifting his hand, palm open, and slammed its side right down on the back of Sharp's neck. It was his strongest hit.
There was a loud crack - the sound of bones shattering, Tom's mind supplied - and then Sharps body fell on the ground, limp and lifeless.
His father and all that he had done. The reason Harry left home… why he had to run away.
His hand flew up and gripped the hair around his scar. It burned, as if he was re-living getting it all over again.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and took two steps backwards. He opened his mouth and let out a horrifying scream.
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Danny didn't know what to do with himself. The sight in front of him seemed so surreal. Dougie had pulled himself back up after hearing the scream, never expecting to see it had come from harry. Charlie cursed from behind them, hissing "Something isn't right here… I've never seen Harry act like that…"
The two teenagers couldn’t respond. They were too terrified to do anything, let alone move or speak. The only thing they could do was staring. Stare at their friend, the strongest person they knew, shaking with fear. Even Sharp looked confused. The people around them whispered to each other in disbelieve. Some of them were laughing, probably some idiots not knowing what to do with themselves. But the ones who frequent these fights knew something big was up. This wasn't the normal scene one would expect at fights. Not that this situation was anywhere near normal, but fights to the death were not unheard of. Letting your guard down at one though, that definitely was.
Tom felt shivers running down his spine, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. How can his heart even pound at all when it was torn in half by that scream, Tom will never come to understand.
The sneer Sharp let out broke Tom from his stare, looking between the two fighters. Harry took the last steps backwards and hit the side of the cage with his back, his hands gripped it by his sides as he let his head fall in front of his as his shivering body made the metal cage rattle behind him. His eyes were still squeezed shut. His body completely exposed to Sharp, perfectly on display for him.
Sharp didn't wait for Harry to get a grip. The opportunity was more tempting than the curiosity. He made his move towards Harry, fast and full of purpose.
Tom only had a few seconds, but there wasn't much to debate about. His heart had already made the decision for him. And wasn't that a scary though? Caring so much about a person he had barely known a full 24 hours.
Tom kicked the ground with his feet, every muscle straining to lift the chair as he pushed forward, putting everything he had into one blow, slamming into Sharps side with his head as the raven haired teen came in front of him on his way to Harry.
Tom landed on his side, facing Harry, as Sharp got once again blown against the cage's wall, this time hitting the cage with his side, unfortunately, his knife remained in his hand.
Harry heard the racket, heard Tom's chair hitting the ground, heard Sharp colliding with the metal wall, but he couldn't bring himself to look.
Then his ear caught something else among the loud pounding in his skull. Danny's voice, Shouting," Tom! What have you done?! Tom! THOMAS!!!"
Suddenly something in Harry's mind clicked. The way Danny called for Tom, just like he himself called out to his brother, back then… called out to Thomas.
Harry's eyes snapped open. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, Sharp stood over Tom, the knife in his hand slowly making its way from above his head towards Tom one inch at a time. Tom looking at him with sadness, then closed his eyes. Preparing himself for the worst.
Harry sprang forward, launching himself at Sharp, and pushed him away, saving Tom just in the last second. "No!" he called, Tom looked up at him, the strain hurt his neck but he didn't care. He looked at Harry's eyes, once again they were clouded with anger and hate, but much clearer. And anger was better than fear, right? But there was something else in the boys blue eyes, something almost like… darkness.
Sharp launched back at Harry then, and Harry moved towards him as well, whispering under his breath, "not this time, dad." He might not have indented to say that out loud, but Tom heard it anyway, and clearly, Harry was not entirely 'here' right now. He wanted to investigate it, but right now he had better things to do. Like pathetically try to crawl to the side. When he finally managed to stand up and set the chair down again, he looked at the fight. Tom saw that something in Harry's eyes glowed at that moment. At first he didn't know what it was, but it had made every cell in his body freeze. And then he knew. It was a coldness that one can see in a killer's eyes. Like a vicious animal.
Sharp came at Harry, but the teen had other plans. His survival skills making him do the same thing as last time.
Harry dodged Sharps knife, quickly standing from under his hand and moving to the side. The knife made a shallow cut on his shoulder, but he didn't care. He stood to his full height, lifting his hand, palm open, and slammed its side right down on the back of Sharp's neck. It was his strongest hit.
There was a loud crack - the sound of bones shattering, Tom's mind supplied - and then Sharps body fell on the ground, limp and lifeless.
Next part's gonna be up tomorrow. It's supposed to be one part but I split it in two because -dramaaaa- and because I liked the two pics and couldn't decide which one I liked better for this part of the story.
This picture has taken by a friend of mine in high school. (Which I finished nearly two years ago fuuuu)
Enjoy! 
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