Jesse Gilbert (sevenpieces) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-09-28 01:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | jesse gilbert |
Who: Jesse Gilbert, Mickey Nunez and Valerie Munroe
What: Finding out information, Voldemort style.
Where: A warehouse in London town.
When: Monday evening.
Warnings: Some death. Ruh-ohs.
Some people absolutely hate their jobs. Others make do with a lacklustre position as a nameless employee in a national or global business, where no one really cares who you are. A select few actually thrive during those waking hours where they are required to ply their skills in exchange for monetary gain. Jesse fell into the latter category, if only because he didn’t seem to play by the normal rules of society. For example, in his role as a therapist, the thing he enjoyed most was treating people with full blown psychosis, and then making it worse. That task had become so much easier since gaining the ability to evoke magical constructs during sessions. Magic was easier to hide from muggles than mere suggestion.
Then there was the Resistance. An organisation he had joined mostly because it suited his needs, and they seemed intent on killing anyone who didn’t bow before them. A goal he could really get behind. His current ‘superiors’ were aware of the charade he had been keeping up, pretending to be one of those red-head blood traitors to avoid suspicion, a ploy that had worked marvellously so far, and so when other reincarnates from his source joined the organisation, he had been informed. Of course, as soon as he’d seen the name Valerie Munroe, he had known she wasn’t quite the material the Resistance was seeking.
To Jesse there wasn’t much question as to who her affiliation lay with, but suspicions and assumptions wouldn’t do as a report, and why not use this as an opportunity to sow a little more discord? Why not, at the same time, remove this nuisance known as Mickey Nunez, whom he had been keeping in his basement for the past few weeks, obliviated and weak. The girl had never expected him to attack her, that much had been clear. The shock in her eyes when he had turned his wand on her had been worth every second he had spent pretending to be a concerned, loving boyfriend. The rocky core of Harry’s willpower shattered and made pliant through the simple act of subterfuge. She bent so beautifully to the Imperius curse now.
So here he was, hidden in the shadows of an empty warehouse, alone but for the now puppet-like Mickey. He had summoned Val to the same place just a few minutes earlier via the dark mark he now knew she had kept in this lifetime. If he had to wait much longer, he would grow severely displeased. The wait was suddenly over though, he had heard the familiar popping noise of someone apparating just outside of the building. Perhaps she was a little more cautious than he gave her credit for. No matter. She still didn’t stand much of a chance.
An old door built into the side of the warehouse creaked open, and the blonde woman stood framed in the light of a streetlamp for a moment, before she crept into the building and the shadows there. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but then the first thing she saw was Mickey, staring at her.
“Mickey?” Her voice was tremulous, unsure. And in truth, that was all Jesse needed to know that he had already won. He stepped forward, shadows parting around him, locked eyes with Valerie, and before she had a chance to react, he was in her mind. Peeling back layers, he sifted through the girls memories, an explosion, a fight with Tabitha...not exactly what he needed, but interesting enough. Ahh, here it was. Roughly he removed the surrounding memories that he didn’t need to focus on this. On Tatiana Guillory. An offer made, and eventually accepted. The feeling that this was all she could do to help. Pathetic to the last. The Malfoys were always the same. Well, a spy was a spy, and he had his proof. He retreated, being sure to leave an overwhelming sense of dread in his wake, and then he was back in his body, smiling at the two girls before him.
“My, my. What shall I do with you two? The spy and the -- Ah, I don’t believe we’ll have any need of that.” He flicked his arm towards Valerie, who had been drawing her wand, and knocked the weapon from her hand as easily as he thought it. “Did you really think you could do anything against me? Infiltrate the Resistance? You really are so very pointless.” He frowned, moving closer to the two. He shrugged his arm slightly, a wand dropping out of his sleeve into his hand, which he casually used to throw a full body-bind on Val. No need for her to do anything rash like run away now. No, this was when she would finally fulfil her purpose.
“See, we have a problem now. You don’t work for us, and I can’t let you leave here when you know who I am.” His face feigned concern as Valerie stiffened and dropped backwards to the floor. Jesse dropped to his knees, and straddled the girl at the waist, brushing back hair that had fallen over her eyes with the gentlest of movements. He wanted to watch her as she died. He wanted to see if she would hold on to terror until the last moments. “Now...let’s see. You were sent to infiltrate us, and report back. Well. I think I know exactly what it is that Tatiana valued then...Perhaps I’ll even give them back to her. What do you think? Ahh, but you can’t talk, can you? Such a shame.” Jesse sneered at his victim, shook his head and raised his wand. “Now, what was that delightful spell...ahh, Sectumsempra.” Valerie’s right ear fell away to the floor, a generous helping of hair falling with it. Pain flared through the girl’s eyes, and tears welled up, though her muscles refused to work for her, giving her such a blank look.
Jesse took his time removing the other body parts, savouring the moment he removed her heart. Death always gave him such a rush. One wasn’t enough. Within minutes Mickey had joined her dead companion on the floor to find her chest being ripped open. The pain was enough to snap her briefly out of the hold of his Imperius curse, but by then it was far too late. Jesse plunged his hand into the woman’s chest and ripped the still-beating muscle from her. He placed it carefully in a wooden box, which he laid out beside two others. Once he was finished here, he would send those gifts on. For now, there was just the small matter of a horcrux to make. Today had been very productive.