Harry stared at absolutely nothing. His eyes unfocused. His mind whirling around what had happened. The dark magic spooling around him like a living breathing thing. His hand shaking he fingered the necklace he wore. His fingers tightening around the pentacle and a faint blue wizards light danced between his fingers.<br/><br/>Murphy's hand rested on Harry's shoulder, but when she heard the door open she reached for her gun only to hear Molly's voice, she called out<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Were in here Molly,"</span>which was a wholly unnecessary thing since Molly joined them moments later. Murphy regarded the young woman who looked absolutely horrified by the scene.<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I'd like to know that too,"</span>she replied softly to Molly's question of what had done this. For surely it wasn't something normal to have caused Harry to break like this. Molly didn't look too steady herself. She knew this was on the spooky side of the street.<br/><br/>Murphy noticed that Harry still wasn't focusing on any of them and shook his shoulder calling his name a few times. Harry blinked slowly his eyes slowly coming into focus. He blinked repeatedly and finally looked from Murphy to Molly and back again.<span style="color: #00BF80">"I'm fine,"</span>he mumbled and looked past Molly. He was shaking, his eyes still not completely focused.<span style="color: #00BF80">"Magic, magic did this. It was dark. Very dark."</span>His words were unsteady, almost slurred. Somehow seeming to be unconnected from one to the other. As though whatever thought Harry was attempting to form wasn't forming.<br/><br/>Magic was the very essence of life and this room held only the darkest most corrupted energies Harry had ever sensed.<span style="color: #00BF80">"This is why the council kills all warlocks Murph, when they get too far gone. They change themselves. Whomever did this isn't human anymore Murph."</span>a dark hollowness sounded in his voice.<span style="color: #00BF80">"Sure will look human though,"</span>he added in a tone so soft that he didn't know if anyone else in the room heard him. He put his hand to his head which was beginning to ache terribly. Running his hand through his hair before letting it fall down to his side.<br/><br/>Murphy frowned at him, not completely sure she understood what he meant,<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Harry are you telling me where dealing with a person here?"</span>She really hoped he would have told her they were dealing with a vampire, or a ghoul or something equally as strange and evil that he could just blast into the nevernever without it being complicated for her. A human would be terribly complicated.<br/><br/>Harry looked as though he would be sick, his voice was soft and shaking.<span style="color: #00BF80">"Yah Murph were dealing with a person,"</span>and most likely it would be some young kid like the one he'd seen beheaded only a few months back by Morgan. He didn't want to deal with another young stupid kid who'd gone in for a pound of black magic. He didn't want to see some young kid murdered again. He hated what Dark Magic like this meant. Hated what he'd have to do next.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Thianna wasn't used to seeing murder so close to her home. It threw her for a loop. She kept on staring open mouthed when she heard a voice next to her shoulder that mad her jump from her skin. She turned her book landing with a thud on the pavement. She stared at the man. Or should she say GOD. with wide startled eyes.<span style="font-style: italic">OK. He was FINE, and not just fine, he was F.I.N.E. Fine. Like WOWZA yes gimmy fine.</span>she blushed and to cover her bright coloring cheeks she bent down and picked up.<br/><br/>Her mouth parted in a semi smile and semi gasp when she straightened noting his eyes and the sudden come hither that hit her. Without knowing why or really caring she slipped the book into her bag and started to follow after the stranger with an almost dazed expression on her  face.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80">"I'm sorry where are we going?"</span>she said slightly dazed shaking her head as though to clear it as they walked down the street. Her eyes roving over the others with wide startled almost scared look on her face.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Reznik had followed the couple around town until it became woefully obvious that they were poor entertainment. He eventually made his way back to Mack's pub and settled down with a drink and his pipe to spend a quiet evening of getting drunk. He told Mack to keep them coming and gave him a fifty dollar bill. Which would more then cover enough drinks to get him wasted and a way home afterwards. Reznik grinned and began this getting drunk process.