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[di_carlisle]

Blythe's gone.

After I came back from escaping Papa Lazarou, he took me to get my injuries treated and helped comfort me about the whole ordeal.

And then I woke up the next morning and he was gone. The thing that had terrified me from the moment I talked to Lazarou had happened: one of Lazarou's henchmen took Blythe to get to me. And the coward got him to go quietly by threatening to kill me, knowing that was the one way he wouldn't resist.

The sick bastard tortured Blythe right in front of me, and I couldn't stop it. God, the look on his face. The screams. I've had nightmares about that, but to see it HAPPEN...I would rather they had killed me than have to see Blythe go through that.

At least this time, there's a way out. There's a ransom, something the clown wants. I can get Blythe out of there before they decide to do something even worse to him.

I have to go to San Francisco to get it. I just hope I can live with myself.

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[pfred.livejournal.com]

*knocks on door*

hey, uncle peter? grandad's getting everyone together in his tardis. are you ready to go?

[di_carlisle]

*troubled look*

*composes self*

*opens door*

Thanks Pfred. Yes, ready to go, absolutely.

Hey, once Giac's better, maybe I can show you some of the sights in San Francisco? The Marin Headlands has a spectacular view of the Golden Gate Bridge. Whaddaya say?

[pfred.livejournal.com]

*would love to, but tries not to sound too enthusiastic about it*

well...okay. if you want. gran always told me i should see more of earth. get to know my heritage and all that, i guess.

and uncle peter? it's...it's good you're coming with us. you helped us a lot when we rescued dad. uncle giac feels a lot better knowing you'll be around if we need you.

[di_carlisle]

*flinches slightly*

Great! We'll have a proper outing, eh? You can tell me all about how your medical training is going.

You can always rely on me, Pfred. It's good that you trust me for that.

*jokingly* Someone's got to look after you lot, eh?

*clears throat*

*puts arm around your shoulder in a brief, friendly half-hug*

Let's get a move on, eh? Time's a-wastin'.

[pfred.livejournal.com]

well, i haven't really started my training yet - martha and i are going to classes together once we get everything sorted. altho with your wrist and auntie reinette's head it won't be a moment too soon. seriously, you guys break way too easily.

*gets a move on*

[di_carlisle]

*lets you go ahead of him*

*looks sadly at you as you walk away*

*takes a deep breath*

*pinches bridge of nose*

*whispers to self* Blythe. It's for Blythe.

*follows you out*

[barty-jr-1963.livejournal.com]

Ah, he should've used the cruciatus curse. It's a good way of getting information, especially from muggles. *grins evilly*

[barty-jr-1963.livejournal.com]

What is it with these muggles looking like me? Did I go on a firewhiskey fueled binge and end up sleeping with all these muggles. *shudders and looks disgusted*

[di_carlisle]

You think you've got problems. What's with all these ex-cons that look like me?

Don't think that's going to make me get soft on you, mate.

Although, if you're going after Papa Lazarou, I think I can arrange that the police don't get too curious about it.

[barty-jr-1963.livejournal.com]

Well, don't ask me. Maybe we're related in some way. Now, wouldn't that be the pits?

Do I look scared of what you can do, mister? *snorts dismissively*

Well, if it's that clown person that Brendan was talking about then, yeah. I hate clowns. *smiles evilly* Especially muggle clowns. *licks lips again and flicks his tongue*

See you around, Muggle! *disapparates with a loud crack*

[jadekirk.livejournal.com]

*pats Peter on the shoulder* Poor Blythe. Hope he's returned to you safely.

Be careful. It could be a trap.