thread; bernard wilkes & gorge hedley who → bernard wilkes & gorge hedlund what → torture, captivity, and murder when → the early hours of the morning - wednesday where → garden shed on the wilkes property rating → R - violence, language
"Please...let me go," his voice was weak and raspy as he slumped against the wooden side of the shed. He missed his family, he missed his job, and he missed fresh air. He'd been in this shed for almost a week and a half now and the only light he'd seen was the slivers that slipped through the slats of the shed siding. He knew he was going to die. Wilkes would never let him go alive after what he'd told him.
"Let you go? Yes. Let you go," Wilkes ran the knife along his jaw bone, the cool silver blade smooth against his skin. His eyes flickered over to the bruised and cut man on the dirt floor. "WHY WOULD I LET YOU GO?" he yelled, a vain popped out against his forehead. He bent down and placed his face inches from Gorge's. "Hm? Why should I let you go? After everything we've been through?" he whispered, shoving his wand under the other man's chin. "I feel like we've bonded. You're like...an old friend of mine," he said, his breath suffocating the designer. Standing up he kicked Gorge in the gut and watched with pleasure as the man crumpled into himself, his breathing short and wheezing. "Look Gorge. I'm going to be honest with you," he said conversationally, "You're shit to me. You mean absolutely nothing to me. As far as I'm concerned, you're like fucking vermin. Polluting those of us who are, shall we say, pure." Pacing along the width of the shed he continued to flick the knife open and closed. Click, click, click. His eyes moved to look at the other man who was still breathing shallowly.
"I...just...want...to go...ho-home," Gorge's voice cracked and tears began to form in the corners of his eyes. His side hurt and his leg had been broken for three days now. If he was going to die, he wanted it to end quickly and he didn't want to suffer anymore. Wilkes had a terrible temper and he'd gotten used to the sudden mood changes. Cordial the first second and screaming the next. The vein on his forehead was a tell tale sign of his anger flaring.
Bernard stopped short and sauntered back over to his prisoner. Bending down his knees cracked, "Home? You want to go home?" Lifting a hand he picked a piece of dirt out from under his fingernail and then smacked Gorge across the face. "You're not going home," his voice had changed drastically. It was deeper now. Quiet. Even. Gorge was nearing his end. "I already told you our plans. If I let you go, you'd run home and tell mummy. And then I'd be in big trouble," he nodded to himself, pulling his wand out from his breast pocket. Standing again he ran his hand through his hair, "I know you don't share in my beliefs, but then again you aren't right in the head. A fucking muggle born. MUGGLE BORN. You're fucking scum, and everything Voldemort was doing should have continued. He should have succeeded. DAMN IT! HE SHOULD HAVE SUCCEEDED!" He was back in Gorge's face and this time the wand was pointed directly at his heart, "You. Are. Going. To. Die."
Gorge wiped his face slowly, his hands covered in dirt and grime. He held the ring on his left hand close to his chest and closed his eyes. Bernard had walked to the other side of the shed. "After we kill you, we're going to kidnap more people. People who are important. People who will be missed. And then we'll tell them they have two choices," he was conversational again, and pacing the length of the shed, "Join us, or die." He spun, aimed the wand and then...
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A flash of green light was seen from outside the shed, and then a dark form emerged, walking slowly up toward the mansion on the hill as he dusted off his coat and straightened his hair.