Chasing

Chasing : Speak (Chapter 2)

PERSPECTIVE : THIRD PERSON VIEW

Ginny Weasley woke up to white. Nothing but white. She thought it would be black, like everything Tom was. Black, not this white Ginny hated so much.

You thought you could resist me.

“Why shouldn’t I be able to resist you? I’m not weak,” She responded to the white, trying to find a glimpse of Tom. “You’re the one who’s weak, why are you doing this to me?!”

Precious, I’m suddenly weak and you’re not? I am the one with all the spells and power. You are just a stupid little girl.

“I’m not a little girl anymore, I’m 14!” She defied him, getting more scared by the second. Her panicked eyes flew everywhere. “Please. . stop this!”

You asked for it, precious.

“I didn’t ask for anything, Tom! I just. . I just!” The girl stared up at nothingness, seeming scared. Her voice echoed everywhere. “Just. . leave me alone, Tom. I did everything you wanted, let me have a normal life.”

Normal life? What a joke, precious, what a very nice joke.

“Tom. . please,” She pleaded, trying to find the tall, black-headed boy who was so familiar to her. “Please?”

Precious, you caused this. I’m not doing anything, until you pay me back.

“I just wanted a normal life! Why is that so much to ask for?” She asked, tears welling up in her sparkling green eyes. “Tom. . please?”

Precious, as much as you want to get out, I’m not letting you.

“But. . why not? I haven’t done anything to you! I only wanted to live somewhere without you!” She dropped her head to the ground, saw nothing but white, then looked back up at the whiteness.

1. 1. .

“One? Whatever do you mean, Tom? Stop being so confusing! It’s not funny anymore. .” She gritted her teeth and her eyes searched everywhere in hope of finding the boy.

2. 2. . .

“Tom! Tom, please, stop it! I admit it! I’m weak, please, I’m weak!” She shrieked, clenching her fists and taking a step back. “Tom? Didn’t you hear me?! I’m weak, please, let me out!”

Precious, it isn’t that easy, although it is amusing to hear you beg. 3. .

“I’m not begging!” She screamed, her pale face turning even paler. “Tom! I’m not begging, I’m pleading! Just let me out!”

“What would you do to be let out?” A soft, deadly voice whispered into her ear, and she froze, her eyes widening. “Would you give up your innocence, your everything?”

“T-Tom. .” She began breathing very fast, her eyes full of fear and unshed tears. She knew long ago not to cry in front of Tom Marvolo Riddle. It would result in nothing. “I’ve already given up my innocence, why do you keep doing this to me?”

“Precious. .” Nothing was warm about him, not even his breaths. She felt his arms circle her waist from behind her, and involuntary shivered as she felt the ice-cold hands take her own. “Precious, your innocence is not yet gone. I have to take it all, and slowly break it down in front of your eyes, all for my amusement,”

“You never. . d-don’t you ever think of what this does to me, Tom? Just think of me for once!” She said, breaking away from Tom, her tears flying. “Why? Why do you do this? I loved you! And you still love torturing me. . just leave me alone, Tom, or love me. It’s one of those. .”

He laughed. And he laughed. And he laughed. Then he stopped and his eyes were narrowed, his lips set in a thin line. “You think it’s your choice? When did you ever have a choice in this world, precious?”

“I’ve always had choices with everyone, Tom, everyone except you. Just. . please, Tom, leave me alone,” She obviously was trying to hold back whatever tears threatened to spill down her cheeks. “What do you want? Tell me. What do you want?”

He didn’t change his expression; he did nothing but glare at her, his eyes taking a shade of very, very dark red. Then he spoke, in a soft, deadly hiss. His lips weren’t even moving. She marveled at this before paying attention to his every word.

“What I want is to tear you apart. I want to control you. I want to do nothing but take you and corrupt your innocence.”

“What?!” She exclaimed, but he took a step forward and put a silencing finger on her lips. She instantly became quiet, her green eyes countering his now-violet ones.

“You know exactly what I want, precious.” He whispered, and pulled back his finger, smirking.

“I don’t know what you want.” She said softly, her eyes searching his own. “Tom, tell me what you want, and I’ll help you find it.”

“You want to give me sorrow and pity? Well, no thanks, I think I’ve had enough of that in my lifetime, precious,” He said slowly, as if teaching a two-year-old. “Come here.”

“No!” She said, her eyes widening again and full of terror. “You. . wouldn’t.”

“I would, precious. Come here.” He repeated, his voice not echoing like hers. She stood, frozen, looking at him like a trapped animal. “Come here.”

“But. . Tom, please, don’t do this to me. .” The red-head said, her voice weak, but she took a step towards him. “Tom, no, please, you’ve tortured me enough, Tom, don’t do this, I beg you, I’ll do anything but this, just don’t!”

“Don’t speak, it’ll be okay, precious,” He said, his voice sounding bored. Ginny was still looking at him again, her eyes pleading. “Come here!”

“Tom!” She stumbled forward with a sob, her eyes sparkling. “I missed you. . please don’t do this to me. Why aren’t you like the lover you were when you were in the diary? Please. .”

“Please become like that again.”

He felt something tighten his chest, and his eyes flickered for just a moment, showing a second of pity, but then they were back to his icy violet eyes. “Don’t talk, just come here.”

“But, Tom. .” She stumbled a step forward, her hair falling from its bun, falling around her face like a waterfall. “Please, Tom. . do something for me, just once.”

“Precious, shut up and come here!” He snapped, and she bit her lip, scared. “Don’t be scared, just come here.”

“Tom. . Tom, please, I’m asking you, please, don’t do this, don’t you love me? You said you loved me! Why don’t you love me anymore?” She asked, her eyes sparkling, and he felt a twinge of pity for her. She was so gullible and naïve.

“Precious, I told you to stop talking. It just saps your energy. Now shut up and come here, why don’t you?” He said softly, a smirk settling into place on his lips. “For once in your life, do something without talking, precious.”

“Stop calling me precious.” She said coldly, her eyes just as cold. She tried to take a step back, but an unknown magic pulled her forward. Her expression faltered and her face turned back to the panicked expression it was before. She gasped. “Tom! You’re doing this, stop it.”

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,” He said, taking a step forward and kneeling in front of Ginny. “Now, precious, tell me one good reason I shouldn’t call you precious.”

“B-because. .” Her face turned into an expression of bewilderment. “I don’t know, I’m definitely not your precious!”

“How do you know that?” He said in his soft voice. “How do you know that you’re not my precious?”

“You never act like I am your precious, so stop calling me that! I’m not your treasure.” She replied, glad she could find some kind of thing she could defy him in.

“You certainly are my treasure. .” He said, putting his hand on her cheek. She forced herself not to shudder or jump back; he would only do something to terrify her. “You are mine, and only mine.”

“Tom. .” She said softly, trying to coax something out of him. “Do you love me, or not? Please tell me. .”

“No,” He said softly, matching her tone. He removed his hand from her cheek and twirled a strand of silky red hair on his long, pale finger. She didn’t do anything to resist him, just stood and obeyed him.

She realized how much she seemed like a toy, just obeying his every command, like he was her master. She was her own person, not someone who followed someone, especially not the person who would turn into the Dark Lord. She gasped and pushed him away, sobbing.

His eyes narrowed, and he stood up, a perfect picture of iciness. “Resisting me will result in nothing, precious.”

He smirked, and his eyes watched the girl stumble back, watching him with wide, green, terrified eyes. But somewhere in his amusement, he felt something like. . pity.

She felt a wind wrap around her, as cold as him. She gasped and took a step back, looking at her hands. They were both pale, just like everything else in her body, but she was losing feeling in them. She sobbed again and looked up at Tom.

But he wasn’t there.

“Stop it, Tom, I don’t know what you want from me, but just leave me alone!” She tried to stop the coldness crawling inside her legs, but she stumbled backwards and lost her balance, falling. She waited for the ice-cold ground, but there was none. She was falling. Falling into nothingness. She screamed, the cold now creeping its way up her abdomen, her chest, her neck, and she felt nothing more.

Her green eyes rolled to the back of her head and she closed her eyes, a smile on her lips. She knew it was over, but she didn’t know it would end like this. She could never predict Tom.

It’s the end. .

Violet eyes watched the slim, pretty red-head fall into the whiteness, a smirk curling its lips. He snapped his fingers and the girl hit the floor very hard with an audible thud. He strode towards her and kneeled beside her unconscious form.

“What did you think, precious? That I would ever give up someone as naïve as you? You’re my toy, I would never give you up. I would hurt you, yes, but why would I give you up? You’re still my child, and I won’t let you leave me,” He told the unconscious form, a smirk playing on his lips. “Never would I give you up. . so don’t count on it, precious. Besides, it’ll be fun to take you and rip you apart, don’t you think? It would be a lot of fun. . for me, and possibly for you, but I wouldn’t know, you’re a very strange child. Curious, yes, but strange. Different from every other girl. Don’t you want to know you’re very different? That’s what I like in you, you’re precious. A treasure, a treasure that’s all mine,”

“Why am I doing this, you ask me? I’m doing this to keep you away from everyone else, I don’t want you to come near anybody. You’re mine and mine only. Your very existence is because of me, and you only survived going through everyone because I was there to give you help, I don’t think you could’ve done it on your own. .” Tom took the girl into his arms and ripped her robes off her; he wanted her to feel the cold he felt everyday, but she was crafty. She had worn a short skirt and a sweater under her robes. “I’m not letting you go without you giving me something. In fact, I won’t let you go. . You’re too weak to resist anything, precious,”

“I know it’s cold, but it’ll be very warm soon, precious,” Tom said softly as Ginny shivered in her unconsciousness from the sudden cold. He leaned forward and took in a deep breath of Ginny’s scent: like the smell of the air after a thunderstorm. “I always thought you smelled pretty, and I’m glad that this scent is mine and is only going to be smelled by me, never by any one else,”

“It’s not like me to talk so much, but you’re just ready to leave my world, and I want you to know you’re mine,” He said, the smirk still playing on his lips. He looked ready to molest the 14-year-old child. He leaned in beside her ear and whispered, “Should I rip you apart now or wait until later? What would you like, precious?”

His smirk still firmly on his lips, he stood up, still carrying the red-head. “I’m going to let you go back to your real world now, precious, but don’t come near anyone and don’t tell anyone what happened, or precious, you’re never going to see light again,”

“Tom. .” Her weak voice said softly. “Tom. . you never told me what you wanted. . please tell me.”

“Ah, you’re awake, precious. It’s really too bad you just woke up now. If you’d woken up earlier, it’d be amusing to rip you apart before you leave, but I guess it’s not now that I take you,” He said, still walking towards an unknown destination. “Are you ready to go back?”

“Do you really care?” She asked, barely opening her eyes. He raised his eyebrows.

“No, not really,” He replied, and stopped suddenly. Ginny looked around, then a swirl under her caught her eye.

“Tom, what’s that?” She asked, frightened. If he was going to let her fall again, she was never going to forgive him, ever. He smirked.

“Oh, that’s just the way back to your world. It’ll be quick, precious,” He said and promptly dropped her. “Trust me!”

“TOM!” She screamed, flailing her arms. “I HATE YOU!”

Her scream echoed in the portal, and she felt herself slowly taking consciousness in the real world. It was a very strange feeling, and she saw all her family and friends all staring anxiously at her.

“Was everything. . just a dream?” She asked softly, and all of the people gathered around her either smiled in relief or burst out crying happily that Ginny was okay.

“Ginny! Oh, Ginny, we were so worried!” Molly Weasley said, taking her daughter into her arms and hugging her tightly. “Don’t you EVER worry us like that again!”

“Yes, mother,” She said automatically. “I’m sorry I worried you, I was alright, just a bit tired.”

“Oh, my, did you ever worry us!” Alana, one of her friends, said, tears flooding down her pink cheeks. “Virginia, please never, ever do that to us again! You got us ALL worried so much! I even skipped today’s classes! How would you like that? I skipped classes for you!”

“Oh. . how long was I out?” Ginny asked, her head still spinning, an image of Tom smirking in her head. Alana shook her head, her blond hair flying.

“Two days. . I didn’t know yesterday, but I heard from Harry Potter you were unconscious, and I immediately rushed her this morning ‘cause Pomfrey didn’t let me come in last night,” Alana said, a fresh set of tears flooding down her cheeks. “Thank God you’re okay, Ginny!”

“I’m sorry. .” Ginny said very softly, watching absentmindedly as Pomfrey bustled in and demanded everyone except the Weasley family get out. A large crowd slowly filed out, each of them throwing a glance at Ginny before setting out to their dorms or common rooms.

It’s the end. .

“The end? What did he mean. .?” Ginny asked herself very, very softly. Molly, Arthur, and her brothers were all watching her apprehensively; as if afraid she’d pass out or go into hysterics if they talked with her.

‘I still love you, Tom,’ She thought to herself, staring at Percy’s worried eyes. ‘I will always love you, even if you tear me apart. I’ll always love you, I don’t think I’ll ever find anyone like you,’

‘Do you still love me, Tom? You told me you did,’ Her question only echoed in her mind. She turned her stare to Fred and George’s identical brown eyes. ‘Tom. . you never did tell me what you wanted. . I hope I’ll know soon.’

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A tall, stealthy figure slipped into the hospital room, careful not to alert anyone. He caught sight of his precious toy, and smirked.

‘There you are,’ He thought, and the girl’s head snapped up and stared at him, her eyes wide. ‘Can you hear me, precious?’

‘Of course I can,’ The girl thought back. ‘You do have me under a Dark Art, after all,’

‘You’re much more co-operative now, aren’t you, sweetie?’ He asked her, and she answered him with her eyes. ‘Didn’t I tell you to trust me? You’re alright now, precious,’

‘I did trust you.’ She replied simply, looking down and breaking the stare. He strode over to her bed and sat down beside her.

‘No, you didn’t. Don’t lie to me, precious,’ He even could transmit his anger through his thoughts. ‘I’ll know, I’ll always know,’

‘Go away,’ She turned away from him. He smiled, a cold, deadly smile.

‘Do you want to know what I want?’ He asked, and he saw her stir in interest. ‘You do, don’t you?’

‘I always did, Tom, you never told me,’ She said, her back still to him. ‘Tell me, I want to help you find it,’

‘Turn and face me first,’ He commanded, knowing she’d obey him. As he predicted, she turned and faced him, her eyes still resembling a terrified, caged animal. ‘That’s better, precious,’

She reached out and took his hand. ‘I’m the only one who can see and feel you, right?’

‘That’s right, precious,’ He said, pulling her up and spinning her around to face the other side, clashing with what he had just told her to. She shivered involuntary from the sudden cold without the blanket wrapped around her. ‘Precious, do you still want to know?’

‘Of course I do,’ She said, letting him wrap his arms around her waist, and she felt his breath right beside her ear. ‘Will you tell me now?’

‘Maybe,’ He said mockingly, inhaling the scent of her hair. She sighed.

‘Tom, please, just tell me. I’m tired of waiting,’ She said, putting her hands on his. ‘Come on, you can tell me,’

Tom paused, a moment of silence between the two. ‘I’ll tell you now,’

‘I’m glad,’ She thought, and he could hear voice, soft and quiet: a small, weak whisper.

Another pause, a moment of silence, then he spoke in a very small whisper.

“I want you.”

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