On the Run

Chapter 2

-I wrote this Chapter!!!! ~A~

Dylan's POV.

Dylan turned off the shower and grabbed his towel. Drying his hair and wrapping the towel around his waist, Dylan looked at himself in the mirror. He was a wizard born in a muggle family. He watched himself through the mirror. His hazel eyes stared back at him, his drying, messy brown hair sticking in weird angles everywhere. he stood there staring at the body he worked so hard to get. Dylan wouldn't call himself muscular, more a lean type of muscle. He still had abs though and he was proud of them.

He finished drying off and got dressed in a white t-shirt, a pair of black jeans and threw a plaid shirt over that. His mom, Claudia, called him down. Dylan went down to get some breakfast to eat, he was starving. Dylan regretted skipping dinner last night, but it wasn't his fault that his friend, Isaac, hadn't fed him when he had gone over to his house.

"I have to go to the store and buy some food, we're completely out, there's no food in this house," Claudia said."Scott is always eating it all!"Dylan was internally crying."Please hurry up Mom,"he replied."I'm starving. I'm pretty sure i haven't eaten anything in 24 hours." As his mom walked out the door, Dylan scourged through the kitchen. Claudia was right, there was nothing, absolutely nothing, not even a granola bar to feed his ravenous stomach. He settled with a glass of milk.

Before starting to drink, Dylan got up and turned on the TV. This wasn't a normal television. When a friend of his, who happened to be of age and didn't have the trace on him, had come over for the first time, he had given this TV the ability to tune into the wizard news channels. Dylan had thanked him. The news was showing recent death eater attacks.

"The death eaters attacks have grown to be more recent. The targets seem to be people associated with the Ministry of Magic." The report lady was explaining."We don't know what the reason for these are but we assure you we are doing everything in our power to protect you." Dylan knew about these attacks. He himself was vulnerable to them. His only protection was the fact that they didn't know where he lived, yet. He was very careful to make sure he didn't accidentally use magic.

As he was finishing the glass of milk, Dylan thought he heard a noise outside. He went to investigate. Opening the screen door to his backyard, Dylan was wondering what made the noise. Wind? A squirrel? He walked outside and looked around. Nothing. As he turned around to go back into the house he heard it again. A low whistling noise. He knew only of one thing that made that kind of noise, a death eater.

They had come for him. Dylan ran into the house. How had they found him? Luckily his family wasn't in the house. Scott had gone to his girlfriends house and his dad was working at the police department. Before he could take more than two steps the death eaters were in the house. Black trails from their cloaks wrapped around his arms and legs, he was airborne. The death eaters had picked him up and they were flying over the city. Looking back at his home, Dylan saw the door to the backyard was shattered. That would show his family he had been taken. They knew he was being hunted. He had told them.

How did they know where he lived. Dylan didn't remember using magic. Once they were comfortably high, one of the death eaters placed his hands under his armpits and carried him . The other one fell back a bit, probably to catch me if he somehow got out of this iron grip.

After a while, the houses and roads turned into a dense forest. The trees seemed fairly tall. If he was going to escape he would have to do it when those trees were under him. He started squirming, trying to loosen the grip of the death eater holding him. "Stop it or I'll drop you," threatened the death eater. Dylan struggled harder. Then he did something that he never thought he would ever do. He bit the death eaters arm, right in the crook of the elbow.

Dylan kept his teeth there as long as he could but the death eaters blood tasted foul. It tasted like a carcass that had been left out to the point that liquid would be seeping out of it and would be infested with maggots. Dylan didn't actually know how those tasted like but a few years ago, a raccoon had died underneath their porch and it tasted like his memory of how it smelt.

The death eater screamed and let him go. Dylan plummeted down towards the forest. Luckily, the other death eater hadn't been paying attention. as he passed by, Dylan flung his leg out and kicked it in the jaw, hard. The death eater faltered. The second one who had been holding Dylan was holding onto his arm. He had just beaten and escaped two death eaters, Dylan proudly thought.

Putting his hand up to his mouth, he felt the blood around his lips, in his mouth. Gagging, he watched the death eaters look around confusingly. Before he could laugh at their stupidity, he felt stinging pain all over his back.

Dylan had reached the trees. Branches whipped at his back and limbs. Luckily, he was on his back so his face was protected. These trees were taller than he thought. Dylan couldn't see where he was going. All of a sudden, he hit something. Pain flourished along his back as if he had been slapped. Dylan couldn't breath. Everything went dark.

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