Walden Macnair (axetogrind) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-03-18 10:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 03, character: walden macnair |
RP: Walden Macnair
Who: Walden Macnair
Where: Hogsmeade
When: Thursday, 18 March, 2025, morning
Rating/Warnings: Walden's playing. All warnings imaginable could apply.
Summary: Walden gets caught up and makes some plans.
After leaving the school, Walden had found a place in the northern islands to lay low and try to regroup. It was only then that he made his next disturbing discovery -- the Dark Lord's Mark was gone.
A day had passed while he tried to figure out what to do, what the best course of action was. Clearly something had gone wrong with the Dark Lord's plans. Had they been victorious in the battle, there was little chance the Mark would have disappeared. So, what did that mean? Had the Dark Lord been defeated? Killed? Was it safe for Walden to return to the Ministry? Or would he need to fall back on his self-preservation skills and find a new life somewhere?
At the start of the second day, he decided to risk leaving his hideout to get some information. Transfiguring his robes into something that didn't scream 'death eater', he hesitated before shaving. The moustache would grow back and he didn't want to appear too close to what people might remember him as looking like as he now ventured into Hogsmeade. That seemed the likeliest place to get the information he needed without raising too many alarms.
As luck would have it, he managed to find a sweet young witch who was more than susceptible to his charms. The invitation to lunch was easy. The meal greatly needed. The sex after needed even moreso. And that got him a place to stay for the night while he digested the latest shock offered by the evening paper when it had arrived -- somehow he'd Rip van Winkled it twenty seven years into the future!
Needing to get information more than entertainment, Walden managed to wait until Wednesday afternoon to start truly playing with his new toy. Instead, he convinced her -- Marionne, he thought she might have said her name was -- he had moved out of the country some time ago and got her talking about the things the newspaper didn't say. When he bored of her constant swooning over the latest upstart Potter to grace the front pages of the Daily Prophet -- He's just so sweet and brave! -- Walden decided it was time to indulge himself.
Pity she'd only lasted the twelve hours until this morning. Still, he derived some amusement out of having her last moments in this life spent trying to gasp out another breath, her windpipe cut-off by his hand as he squeezed her throat while ramming into her sluggishly struggling body. Potter even smiled and winked at her from the news photo tacked to the wall above the headboard as Walden yanked her head back by her hair, her life leaving her as he finally came.
And that was enough to put everything back to rights in Walden's world. So, the Dark Lord had failed? It was temporary and Lord Voldemort had returned despite it all. This time was weak, naive, and Walden would enjoy making his mark on it as they brought it to heel once again. He just needed to find him. Find the Dark Lord and he could resume his own private amusements with true impunity.
"Gotta go, luv." Not bothering to undo the bindings holding her arms at a painful angle behind her back, he pulled out of the corpse and donned his clothes. A smear of blood stained the back of her thigh from where he'd torn her open entering her the first time the night before and he leaned down to lick it; then heaved a sorrowful sigh. They were so pretty and fun while he played. But, broken toys never held onto the sparkle for long once he'd finished playing with them.
Pity. He'd have to find a new one soon.
After he found the Dark Lord.
Leaving her where she'd fallen, like a discarded doll, he strolled out into the early morning sunlight. He knew the Dark Lord was back and so were some of the others. Perhaps he'd just drop dear old Bella a line and see if he got an invitation to dinner.