Nemesis

Nem-esis:noun [U,sing] (formal) punishment or defeat that is deserved and cannot be avoided.

Benedict Adams was happy and carefree when she was a child, as she grew older life became hard and through the teenage years she turned into a bitter young woman just to grow older and more bitter. Not that she showed it to anyone, told that she had an attitude and was a spoiled child she just shrugged her shoulder, either rolling her eyes at the comments or sending them a cold glare.
When she was 21 her father died suddenly and having no close friends to turn to she tried to rely on her mother who had always been rather distant and the sudden craving of attention from her oldest daughter Mrs Adams started pushing her daughter as far away as possible.
One rainy night, driving home from taking her youngest daughter to scouts, the car crashed leaving her paralysed from the waist down and traumatised from loosing her ability to move freely, now being chained to a wheelchair, she locked herself in her own world, not caring about anything or anyone.

Walking into the living room Benedict saw her mother sitting by the window, starring out at the garden but she knew that the older woman didn’t really see it. Standing in the doorway she looked at her for a few minutes before her mother turned towards her only to return to stare out the window again seconds later. Sighing she turned and walked up the stairs towards her sister’s room, twisting the doorknob she found it locked as always, knocking gently she called her sister’s name.

“Mary!”

There was no answer, not that she expected one. Since the accident her sister had become more and more secluded, only leaving her room to go to school, that was if she even did that. Sometimes they didn’t see her for days at the time but seeing as the kitchen cupboards had been emptied during the night they at least knew she was still alive and eating. Knocking again Benedict knew it was a lost battle, her sister would probably be sitting with her nose in a book, a book about hidden treasures, lost worlds and fantasy creatures. Turning and heading back down the stairs she sighed, this family was falling apart, you wouldn’t even call it a family anymore.

Writing a note and leaving it on the table for the helper she explained that she would go to work and not be back that day but that they could reach her on her cell phone if anything was needed. She hated the responsibility and pressure but they were after all her only remaining family.

-

Lucius looked up as Marcus Flint entered the room, excitingly waving a scroll of parchment in his hand.

“I found it!”

The whitehaired wizard smiled and summoned the parchment to him, quickly opening it and as his grey eyes flew over the written lines his lip curled into a cruel smile.

“Perfect!”

-

As the last customer had left the arcade she locked the front door from the inside before returning to her cleaning and to finish the books. It took a good thirty minutes before she had finished hovering and cleaning off all the machines and coffee-holders. Pushing her hair out of her eyes she stood op after filling the last bag of rubbish into the large black plastic bag. Taking a deep breath she looked around, making sure that she had done everything before grabbing her keys, the rubbish bag and turning off the lights.
Walking through the front hall she punch in her code to set the alarm and as it started beeping she hurried out the door before closing it behind her and locking both locks but before she could reach down for the black plastic bag she had dropped on the floor an arm was wrapped around her from behind and the feeling of being pressed through a tight tube overwhelmed her.

As she came to herself she was sitting in a comfy, winged, leather chair, she seemed alone in the room which was like nothing she had even been in. Shelves and more shelves were covering the walls, all of the filled to the brim with books.
The only source of light seemed to be the fireplace to her right, as she turned to her let she almost screamed from the chock of seeing someone sitting by a desk placed there. His white hair falling over his shoulders, his grey eyes fixated on her and his slender fingers folded in front of him.

“Miss Adams, pleasure finally meeting you!”

Jumping up she almost tripped but as she grabbed a hold of the back of the chair she remained on her feet.

“Who are you?”

She looked around the room now that she was standing up she had a better view of it.

“And where the hell am I?”

Shaking his head disapproving he rose to his feet.

“Mind your language and behave like the lady you are!”

She scoffed at him, rolling her eyes. What was he playing at? Looking down herself, her black and white Converse shoes, black slim MissSixty jeans, the pink striped T-shirt which she wore a white longsleeved under. Lady?
Looking up at him she noticed that he had been looking as well.

Crossing her arms over her chest she moved the weight to her left leg while sending him a venomous glare.

“This is kidnapping, the police will come looking for me!”

The man started laughing before pulling out a stick from inside his clothes, waving it in the air her legs were knocked from under her and she found herself back in the chair.

“I don’t think so… they will think you’re dead…”

He shook his head, smiling.

“No, actually… they will know you’re dead when they find a body resembling you and a sucide note in your apartment!”

She gaped at him, what he was telling her sounded like something out of a Dean Koontz book. And then there was the stick, the moving chair. She bended down, looking for wires or some kind of mechanics which would explain it.
Finding nothing she looked up again, meeting his very puzzled expression. Shrugging his shoulders he picked up some papers as he continued.

“Now that’s settled, let’s get down to business!”

Benedict looked at him, expressionless before letting her eyes move over the books behind her, this was so unreal. Deciding that it had to be a dream she resolute grabbed the rubber band around her wrist, snapping it hard. Inhaling sharply as the pain hit her she looked at him, noticing that he had stopped reading the document out loud. The silence was deafening as his grey eyes pierced hers.

“Pay attention or you’ll be sorry!”

Glaring at him she pulled her legs up under her.

“Really? And what are you going to do? Throw that stick at me?”

Looking confused for the shortest time his face broke into a smirk

“You don’t know anything about magic – do you?”

Cocking an eyebrow at him she replied, mockingly.

“No I don’t believe in magic!”

Seeing a flash of rage cross his face he moved quickly, waving the stick again. She saw a red light before she was hurled backwards, the chair being knocked over and herself landing several feet away, sprawled on the floor. Coughing she rolled to her side, struggling to get to her feet as she saw him walk around the desk, towards her.
He was wearing robes.
Scrambling to her feet she backed away, her face white and her body shaking like jello.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, this can’t be real! It’s a trick!”

He laughed

“Ignorant little girl!”

Raising his wand again Lucius cursed as there was a knock on the door followed by it being flung open and Marcus Flint entering. Spotting the troubled situation immediately he walked over with rapid steps.

“Lucius!”

He gave the older wizard a warning look and watched as he lowered his wand before turning his heal and walking over to the desk again.

“She’s impossible, a filthy muggle to the fingertips!”

“Hey! I am actually still in the room!”

The dark haired man gave her a warning glare before stepping in front of her, blocking her from the view of the white haired wizard. But being a girl with pride, stubbornness and a right mind, well, she thought that herself, she slid past the dark haired one, taking a few haste strides towards the desk before she was grabbed from behind in a familiar grip.

“You self-righteous bastard! What the hell is wrong with you?”

Fighting against the grip she screamed

“ LET ME GO!”

The white haired man got to his feet, his cheeks flushed with rage as he bellowed.

“GET HER OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I THROW THE AVADA KEDAVRA AT HER!”

Kicking and screaming she was thrown over the shoulder and within seconds the door was opened and closed behind them.