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The cell felt as it always did. Cold. Dank. Dark. Nothing special. He was used to it, after all. How long had he spent within these horrid prison walls? Long enough, that was for damn certain. The occasional chill as a Dementor glided by, a rattle up his spine. That was the worst: knowing those ghastly demons were near, but not near enough to see. Frightening as they were to witness, not seeing them could be worse. But there was something different about the lock-up, now. Some little change in the air. Suddenly, he was not so ill-treated. Just barely, but still. He knew it...something was up. He was curled up in the corner of his little H

Draco looked around. "What?!" Wasn't me. You shall die by my hand…I shall weed out the traitors and cowards…starting with you, boy. "Draco?" Tom had stood up, putting a hand out to touch Draco's shoulder. "STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Draco screamed as he bolted out the door. "Draco, wait!" He ran as fast as he could and surprisingly, he picked up speed. Colors started to blur as they sped past him. Although he was going as fast as possible, he wasn't running out of breath. In fact, he felt like he was flying on a broomstick. He heard yelling and screaming, but it was also quiet. He heard his name being called out, echoing like a dr

He deserved this. The Once-ler knew he deserved it. To not observe this would be the equivalent of spitting on the footsteps of everybody who had left, and there had been far too many discussions on the concept of responsibility for him to not at least acknowledge that on some level. Still, it was hard to accept it. At first it had had simply been too big to even comprehend. The silence in the wake of everything was like a gaping wound, something so immense it almost felt physical. It was too big to feel sad over, too big to cry over, too big to scream at. It was so impossibly big that he felt almost numb and nonexistent in the throes of it

"You know this is weird, right?" "Then go pout somewhere else. You're the one who said you wanted to watch." "Yeah, I wanna watch! How many people get to witness their own funeral?" But there was a bitter edge to the exclamation that made the Lorax shake his head. He looked back at the group of figures gathered at the edge of the slowly returning truffla forest with a small sigh. They were a fair distance away but both the Lorax and the Once-Ler were standing just close enough to see that the people were digging into the ground. From their position on the hill in the distance, the Once-Ler could just make out the small figure of Ted Wigge

Chapter 20: Cruelty and Obstinance ------------------------------------------------------------- As the cityscape scenery whipped by, Light stared blindly forward. Things had gone so wrong somehow. He wasn't a fool, he had always known that the world was full of badness but that everything as so sad and so inside out and back to front. Somehow, even seeing Matsuda being brave had bothered him. He felt as if he knew far too much about the man now. No matter how stupid Matsuda would act, Light would see him as the man who had saved his sister (when Light had not) and the man that saved a girl from a mob of men, not by wiping the men out, bu