What Would Rhys Cadwallader Do? (cymru) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-04-13 18:20:00 |
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Clement didn’t know much about Welsh lakes. As far as he was concerned they were all equally unpronounceable and as long as it was deep enough, any one would do. Which was how they’d ended up at this Welsh lake that he didn’t care what the name of was, Rhys’ arms and legs still bound. “I think this will do nicely,” he half-grunted to Dante, who was helping him carry their captured Auror. Rhys—determined to buy himself some time by making this as difficult as possible for them—writhed and wriggled against his bonds. “What the hell is this?” he demanded, before furiously trying to headbutt the Death Eater in the stomach. Ignoring their captive’s question, Dante tried to dodge Rhys’ head. It made an impact, but Dante was strong enough that it didn’t phase him. He just wrenched Rhys by the shoulders again, glancing backwards over his shoulder to the lake. “This would be easier with magic,” Dante pointed out, one brow arched towards his cousin, “but yeah, I agree. This looks like a good spot. Put ‘im down over there,” he nodded towards the shoreline. There was something cold in his voice that hadn’t been there recently, something -- detached. Clement put his end of Rhys down a little less than gently, ignoring his cousin’s comment about magic. He didn’t want to risk the Auror managing something non-verbal and ruining this for them, having a physical hold on him was safer. “Shall we start the video?” Rhys choked back a yelp of pain as he was roughly set down. He had no idea what they were doing out here in the middle of nowhere, no idea what they meant by ‘video’, and no idea whether help was even coming. Just beyond them, the cold water of the lake rippled, disturbed only by the seabirds. Thinking fast, he decided to make a last ditch effort to free himself and possibly gather some physical evidence to identify his captors later. While Clement was distracted by Dante, Rhys threw his entire weight into lunging at the Death Eater. He was a large man; perhaps if he could bite off an ear or go for the throat, he’d be able to throw him off-guard long enough to grab his wand and apparate away. Like a desperate, rabid animal caught in a trap, the Auror aimed to draw blood. He barely noticed he’d knocked the mask off until it was already gone. Clement let out a yelp of pain, Rhys’ teeth piercing his ear, his mask knocked off in the ensuing scuffle. Not that it mattered. Rhys would be dead soon enough. With the advantage of two unbound hands, Clement pushed the other man off him, pinning him back to the ground and looking him dead in the eye. “You won’t get a chance to tell anyone.” Then, not wanting to give Rhys another chance to attack, he spoke to his cousin again. “Mind helping me out with a body bind so we can get this over with?” Rhys was more furious than surprised. Of course. Of course it was him. He spat the other man’s blood out of his mouth and struggled harder. “I’ve never done anything to you in my life. You fucking coward!” he shouted. Dante sighed. This fight was tedious. “It isn’t personal,” he told Rhys before he cast a full body-bind on the former Auror. “None of you understand that.” Though it was just that, personal, in some ways. Rhys was a means to an end. Rhys was someone who would hurt the people they wanted to get to. When that was done, he pulled out a phone and slid his own mask on, just in case. “Ready when you are, mate.” Clement nodded, putting his mask back on — many may have suspected, but he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of having it confirmed. “Go,” he instructed Dante to start the film, then cast a quick charm on the binds so they’d weigh Rhys down. He levitated the man into the air, spinning him around like a girl showing off a new dress so the camera could get a good look at who it was before hovering him to over the lake, raising him up and up for the world to see. It was too late to call for help. In his final moments before plunging into the icy depths of the lake, Rhys thought only of her. “Nora, I love you! Run! It was C—” As soon the sound of his name formed on Rhy’s lips, Clement dropped the spell, plummeting the auror into the lake, eyes rolling behind the mask at the Cadwallader’s stupidly perfect relationship. Well, not anymore. He turned back to the camera. “Which Auror will be next?” Dante focused the shot on Clement for another moment, masked and safe, before showing their ready, waiting audience the surface of the lake where they’d dropped Rhys. The water rippled, but Rhys didn’t reappear. It was a dramatic view, and quiet. The green hills and trees surrounding the lake would have seemed pleasant, if not for what had just happened. And then he cut the feed. “How long do you think we’ve got ‘til they figure out where this is?” he asked, though he doubted it was likely to be any time soon. With all the lakes in their country, they could be searching a good, long while. Forever, hopefully. “We should stay, a bit. Just as long as he’d be able to hold his breath.” “We’ll give it ten minutes to be safe,” Clement agreed, watching as the surfacing bubbles grew fewer and fewer. Bound, wandless and injured, he doubted they’d need to give it that long but this had been his only plans for the day so he could spend a few extra minutes, just to be sure. “Doesn’t matter if they do find this place now, all they’re going to discover is a dead body.” That brought a slow smile to Dante’s face that would have been unsettling to anyone besides his cousin. “Shame we won’t be here to see their faces when they realise they’re too late,” he commented, his gaze drifting from Clement to the surface of the lake. “Would’ve liked to see them fail.” Still, this was good. They’d all become unhinged. That was what they deserved. Dante pulled Rhys’ wand from a deep pocket in his cloak and tossed it in the air once. “I’ll send this back to his wife, yeah? Proof that this is real. Just a lovely token of what used to be. I’m sure she’ll treasure it always.” |