(F)Solitude

[Morziak]

The darkness overwhelmed him, sucking him into the void of nothingness. The darkness used him, twisted his mind, gave him a new life. He became the darkness and the darkness became him. He controls the darkness, letting it become him. The darkness gave him a new identity, the darkness gave him purpose, the darkness gave him a chance.

The Dark figure sprang forth from the darkness and stood in the shadows of the new night, afraid of the dream he just had. He was shivering and remembered he was still human, not part of the true darkness. He wrapped his hands around his black clothed body trying to warm himself, but having the power of the shadows never allowed him to feel warmth. His hooded cloak covered his dank features, an endless stream of darkness. His face was gnarled and twisted, no longer able to be recognised.

"Why am I like this?" He whispered, feeling the shadows calling to him. He stood up straight and heard the whispers of the shadows calling back to him. "My brethren..." His voice shot out into the darkness ending the ceaseless rustle of the leaves of the trees. He turned towards the school, able to be seen with the lights. "The darkness shall come to all..."

[Thom Moen]

Thom pulled his cloak tight around him, the unusually bitter wind low amoung the trees so that it bashed at him angrily. His hand was tight around his wand, so much so that it was hot, and sweat dripped from between his fingers, and although his hold on it was sterdy, his fist still trembled.

It had been around this time last night that Thom had been in the Divination towering, smiling up at the magical comet over head. He had also seen the Unicorn constellation, and it had been noticeable that it's hoof was pointing at the Forbidden Forest, towards a clearing in the center. Thom had set out to make his way there tonight (for the second time, having previously failed due to dark creatures) in search of that clearing, and also to find anymore unicorn horns, which he knew would sell for many galleons. He knew the lethifolds were most probably still waiting for any unsuspecting wizard. Their usual behaviour was to devour humans in their beds, but Hogwarts was far too secure for that to happen.

He stopped cautiously, the strange wind having shook him. He looked around slowly, focusing upon every strange shape.

There was no mist that he could see or feel - as that was usually the sign of the lethifold - only great shadow, thick and soup-like.

Thom stepped forward bravely, not noticing the dark figure...

[Morziak]

Turning his head to a familiar sound of the leaves being crunched by unsure feet, the dark figure laughed, before melding into the shadows once more. His intended prey this time, a Hufflepuff 7th year. Perfect... Thought the dark figure as his form swept over the ground, through the dried grass and over the stones.

He emerged from the ground to present himself to the student, laughing loudly as he did so. His laugh echoed throughout the forest, reverberating off the leaves, forcing them to shake as in fear.

"I have the power to grant wishes, to grant infinite power and so much more..." The dark figure began, his black eyes suddenly lighitng ablaze with a purple fire. "You may choose only one wish, then it shall come true, but if you say no... your path to doom lies open." His voice became a whisper, dead and hoarse. He held out his gloved hand, his robes falling with it.

[Thom Moen]

Thom gasped loudly and turned rigid, his teeth gritting together threateningly. He whipped his robes back so that the dead leaves around his feet swept across the ground, blustered and panicked, rustling gently as they settled again. Cautiously he raised his wand, the end pointed directly at where the dark figure's heart should have lay, although tight, cold bumps prickling his neck and arms told him it would be too much to expect. He gave the figure his steelist glare, although his eyes were already glazed with fear. "Explain yourself!" he cried bravely. "What wish do you offer?!"

He looked at the dark hand, long and thin and brittle looking. He knew better than to touch it, for fear of poison or evil was always thick within him when venturing into the forest. "You expect me to trust so easily when you threaten doom?"

[Morziak]

"I trust you enough... to make the right choice." Sneered the dark figure, feeling a deep bitterness inside of the student. He returned his gloved hand to the inside of his robe, the purple haze of his eyes removing themselves from view. "If you want no wish, then leave here, or great evil will descend upon you." The dark figure shivered, before returning to the darkness in whence he came.

He ermged from the shadows only a short distance from the student. Keeping an eye on the student, the dark figure trailed him for the utmost reasons for the students safety.

[Thom Moen]

Thom was deep on thought now, his eyes hollow and beaten by something worse than fists and exhaustion. He was regretful and crippled by the last couple of day's going on. Over and over he had been struck by the most sinister and unfamiliar socialisation, an act that he was not used to, and through it he had come to hate his fellow students for the trouble they'd bestowed upon him. He had wished and wanted for many things over the last hours, all of them snide and revengful and most unloyal.

He began to drag him forward, feet scraping the leaves without thought of noise, a mixture of sorrow and idiotic fearlessness rather than calm nerved bravery. The dark figure was close, very close, its mind's eye upon the gapping hole in Thom - the hole caused by hs first heroics not so long ago. Heroics he believed he should not have had to do. His wand was pressed against his stomach, being purposefully dug into the skin. He thought of the word over and over again.

Wish.

He wanted to be darkness, too. Something no one would want to touch. That would stop them in his tracks...

[Morziak]

Feeling a great wave of darkness in the shadows, the dark figure appeared again, his eyes looking at Thom.

"You want a wish now, don't you?" Laughed the dark figure, then raising his hand he cast a wave of darkness over Thom, filling him with a strange power, something he should never of felt. The dark figure stood back and watched as whatever Thom's wish was, it was coming to fruitition.

Several moments had passed and the dark figure watched intently, his wishful hunger burning more and more. "How do you feel?"

[Thom Moen]

Thom dropped his wand, pained and icy. He raised his hands to look at them, and they trembled and clenched with such forced that his nails broke the skin of his palms, blood swelling up between his fingers, watching as they made a river towards the edge of his hands. He let out an odd noise, like a sub-human growl, and his lip quivered.

Looking up, his eyes glazed with tears, it was as if he could see more clearly. The forest was no longer black and gloomy and threatening, it was silvery by moonlight. Livid with conciousness. The Dark Figure was also different now. They did not have a human shape as he'd assumed, but something larger, something whose's edges throbbed and materialised like gas. He knew it was the darkness surrounding the being... and it was as plain to him as the blood on his hands.

With difficultly he tried to talk, something large and seemingly moving caught in his throat, something like pain or fear. "This... this power..." he groaned, some of the words suffering. "What can I do with it? How?"

He dropped to his knees as the darkness began to flower within him, eletrifying and almost orgasmic.

[Morziak]

Laughing befor he replied at the sight of the boy and his new powers, the dark figure simply replied with, "Time will reveal all." He said darkly, disappearing into the shadows to leave the boy to ponder.