Marin Headlands, continued

[di_carlisle]

*tosses rock angrily over the edge and watches it roll down the hill*

I'm sorry, Pfred. I'm so sorry I have to involve you in this. But I need your help.

One of Papa Lazarou's henchmen has kidnapped Blythe. They're torturing him, Pfred, and they'll only accept one thing in exchange for his release:

You.

I have every reason to believe they'll kill him, horribly, if they don't get you. I've been wrestling with my conscience ever since I saw them torturing him. If you could have seen his face, Pfred - !

Giacomo was right to try to keep you close. I've been so desperate to save Blythe, so out of my mind worrying what they're doing to him, there have been times over the past day or two that I think I would have been capable of just handing you over to them. But they'd kill you, I'm certain of it. I couldn't do that to you, ever.

*looks at you with desperate hope* I didn't dare tell anyone for fear that they'd find out and kill Blythe anyway. But you're the cleverest of the lot around here, and they must want you for a reason. Perhaps if we put our heads together we can come up with a way to outwit them, to keep both you and Blythe safe and bring them down.

But whatever we do, it's going to be dangerous, and I can't do it on my own. I'm so sorry to put you in this situation. But Blythe...I have to...I can't bear it...

*breaks down in tears*

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[pfred.livejournal.com]

*badly startled at the sight of the rock, drops camera*

*takes a few steps back, then watches you throw the rock down the hill*

*hesitant*

me? but what would - why would they - ?

*face grows less scared and more outraged the more i hear*

blythe? you mean your partner? that scruffy little guy who's always with you?

*face gets very dark*

was it that little clown kid? the one that took him?

[di_carlisle]

Yes, that Blythe.

*face grows impossibly sad*

*picks up your camera and hands it to you.*

And yes, that clown. The one that did this to me. *indicates bandaged wrist*

*throws another rock down the hill, upset*

I thought, since you defeated him once, maybe you could help me do it again. Only this time, he knows you, and I think he's been rebuilt to resist - whatever it was you did to him.

He's convinced you have enormous power, and they want it.

[pfred.livejournal.com]

*moved by your sadness in spite of everything*

that's...i'm sorry they have your blythe.

*scowls*

that little clown kid is a creep. i don't like bullies, no matter what size they are.

*troubled*

but why would they...if i had some weird power, i'd know about it, wouldn't i?

*bites lip and tries to think*

*puts camera gently into backpack - and suddenly freezes, a cautious hope flickering across face*

...uncle peter? i think i might have an idea.