Fanfiction: In Darkness (Tom Riddle Jr., PG-13)
Title: In Darkness
Author: evening12
Beta:
icicle33 Thank you!
Main character: Tom Riddle Jr.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 232 words
Content/Warning(s): None.
Summary/Prompt: In the dead of the night, our truths find us.
"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time." - Mark Twain
It was dark all around him. Tom couldn’t see a single thing. All there was ahead was a vast darkness. For a long time, nothing happened. Time simply trickled down. There was nothing and no one/nobody for miles ahead, and yet a heavy presence weight down on Tom. As if something was telling him that he wasn’t alone. It was maddening. Finally, the darkness faded away and a dim glow surrounded Tom.
In front of Tom, stood a man with deep red eyes. This man was not handsome. His thin papery skin stretched over his protruding bones like a mockery of the human form. Tom knew this man was a shadow of a man, a dead man. He was so focused on the gruesome image in front of him that Tom had almost overlooked the intricate wood carvings framing the smooth glass.
Unable to face the truth, Tom backed away from the mirror until darkness surrounded him once more. “That can’t be me”, Tom said in a whisper.
Heart pounding, Tom woke in a cold sweat. Frantic, he groped around his night table until he found his ring. Letting out a deep breath, Tom slipped the ring on his finger. In the dead of the night, Tom’s resolve hardened. He would make more Horcruxes. That man would never be him. With his Horcruxes at hand, death would never come for him.
Author: evening12
Beta:
icicle33 Thank you!
Main character: Tom Riddle Jr.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 232 words
Content/Warning(s): None.
Summary/Prompt: In the dead of the night, our truths find us.
"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time." - Mark Twain
It was dark all around him. Tom couldn’t see a single thing. All there was ahead was a vast darkness. For a long time, nothing happened. Time simply trickled down. There was nothing and no one/nobody for miles ahead, and yet a heavy presence weight down on Tom. As if something was telling him that he wasn’t alone. It was maddening. Finally, the darkness faded away and a dim glow surrounded Tom.
In front of Tom, stood a man with deep red eyes. This man was not handsome. His thin papery skin stretched over his protruding bones like a mockery of the human form. Tom knew this man was a shadow of a man, a dead man. He was so focused on the gruesome image in front of him that Tom had almost overlooked the intricate wood carvings framing the smooth glass.
Unable to face the truth, Tom backed away from the mirror until darkness surrounded him once more. “That can’t be me”, Tom said in a whisper.
Heart pounding, Tom woke in a cold sweat. Frantic, he groped around his night table until he found his ring. Letting out a deep breath, Tom slipped the ring on his finger. In the dead of the night, Tom’s resolve hardened. He would make more Horcruxes. That man would never be him. With his Horcruxes at hand, death would never come for him.