Who: Ron Weasley and Lex Luthor. What: Ron tries to make a break for it and it doesn't end well. When: Late afternoon. Where: The Luthor mansion. Rating: PG-13.
Lex Luthor was bad news. Ron had learned that a little too late for his liking, but the fact that he had learned it all the same was still an important factor. And that was why it was decided that he could no longer stay within the mansion full of secrets and deception. Not when the billionare was asking him to harm innocent people. And certainly not after he had made a desperate threat on Ginny's life. Quickly and quietly, Ron moved about his room and started stuffing his belongings into a backpack. It was mostly just clothing, as Ron didn't exactly feel the need to take anything that Lex had given to him as a gift. He didn't want it anymore. Not the stupid muggle video games or the interesting ipod devices. None of it. Ron lifted up the cellular phone from his bedside table, flipped it to the back, and tore out the battery. Then he stepped into his private bathroom and dropped the phone into the toilet. It sparked a little, but Ron didn't exactly have time to stick around for the show. He didn't want Lex tracking down anyone that he was personally close with. At least not the people that he didn't already know about. Destroying his phone helped with.
Ron walked back to his room. He snatched up his bag from his bed, threw it over his shoulder, and moved to his window. There were guards at his door and he didn't exactly want to have to explain about the bag. They'd know where he was going. After unlatching the lock on the window, Ron slid it open and threw one leg over the edge of the window. Sitting between his room and freedom, Ron threw his bag down onto the grass below and twisted himself so that he was in a sitting position facing outside of the mansion. That being done, he carefully began to lower himself from the window to the vine wall that had grown just below. Dropping down a few feet, he grabbed onto the vines and, after nearly falling, quickly began to climb to the ground. A broom would be bloody well useful right now, Ron thought to himself as he worked his way down.
When he was close enough, Ron hopped down into the grass, picked up his bag, and ducked into the shadows. Sticking to the side of the mansion, Ron took off at a quick pace toward the front entrance. He'd make a break from it from there, head on over to that hotel place, and then --
"Where do you think you're going?" A gruff voice erupted from behind him and Ron froze on the spot.
Two guards. Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. "Back off," he warned them. "I'm not going to tell you twice."
They looked hesitant, but they weren't exactly the smartest blokes in the world. Ron stunned them both, then turned to leave. And then he was roughly hit upside the head by the third guard that had been standing behind him. Grunting, Ron stumbled back. His wand went up to hex the man, but another guard had popped up out of nowhere as well, and he suddenly found himself surrounded. That didn't stop Ron from hurling attacks at them though.
But he couldn't quite get to them all at once, now could he? After a few more hexes were case, one of the guards tackled him from behind and, after a bit of a struggle, tugged the wand from his grasp. Then a punch was sent to his stomach and Ron quickly doubled over. He suddenly found himself in quite a bit of pain as the guards began to kick at his sides. Groaning in pain, Ron rolled over and made a desperate attempt to clamber back onto his feet.
He didn't get very far. A sharp blow to his head sent him sprawled out onto the grass. His vision went fuzzy and then everything went black.
When he opened his eyes, Ron found himself sitting in a rigid position in a darkened room. The side of his head ached terribly and his face felt oddly sticky. Blinking, Ron made a move to get onto his feet, but it was pointless. He was chained back to the wall. "What in the...?"
"Shocked, are we?" Lex Luthor suddenly appeared at his right. "I'm not." The bald man moved toward him, his features dark. Ron could barely see him what with the terrible lightning in the room and all.
"You can't just keep me here like this, you sodding --"
"-- I can, actually. And I will. Because of your failure to cooperate with me, I'll do as I please. And if you ever want to see the light of day again, I highly suggest that you start to reconsider the choice that you made." Even in the dark, Ron could tell that Lex looked far more than pleased with himself. Like he was happy that Ron had violated whatever boundaries had been set out between them. Had he been looking forward to Ron getting caught?
Ron strained against the chains. They wouldn't budge. "I'm not doing a bloody thing for you," he said angrily. "Now let me go, or I'll..."'
Lex knelt down beside him. His face was dangerously close to Ron's own. "Or you'll what? Scare me to death with your vicious glares?" He pretended to look horrified. "Oh no. What am I going to do?"
Ron didn't even think twice. He reared his head back and slammed it into Lex's face. Falling back, Lex put a hand to his face and then pulled it away. Looking down in surprise, he took note of the red substance that had pooled its way onto his palm. Glare still fully intact, Ron stared Lex down as the blood began to drip its way down from his nose. He had broken it. Lex pulled the same hand back and slapped Ron in the face. His head roughly snapped to the side and Ron's jaw tightened.
"I was going to let you sit here. To think things over. But now?" He stood up, towering over Ron. "I think I'll let a friend of mine have a little fun with you. Let's see if she can change your mind on things." Face bloodied up, Lex offered Ron a bit of a smirk before he turned away and strode out of sight. Before he vanished entirely though, Ron saw him pick up his phone and heard him faintly say: "Elle. Come down to the basement. There's someone that I want for you to meet."