London Insane Asylum

"Perhaps but I at least have the decency to kill my interest..."

"Oh on that note..." I point my wand at her.

I tilt my head, "I don't know if you'd want to do that... You can't get out of this room without me." I smirk.

"Sadly patience is not a virtue I have. But... I recommend you not waste more of it or I might not be able to contain myself."

"But of course you can't! You grew up with a father who never loved you and grew up in hatred..." As I speak of his father, a realistic looking illusion of Crouch Sr. appears.

Without even a moments heistation, I turn my wand to him, "AVADA KEDAVRA!!"

The spell just goes through the illusion, but starts to taunt him.

OOC Would you want to play Crouch Sr.? I don't know his character well enough...

OOC you got your wish.

IC

"You freak, you shouldn't have power like that! You're an abomination!"

I smirk, starting to sneak out while Crouch is distracted with the illusion.

Jr: "So I'll kill you again."

Sr: "Why would you even think anyone could love you?"

I manage to sneak out of the room, but little did I know that I didn't shut the door all the way.

It doesn't take long for a scrap to erupt, however Crouch was merely fighting thin air, but his hate had clouded all judgment.

Heather: I run to my control room, where I am now safe from Crouch. I sigh with relief.

Jack: I eventually find my way to the room Crouch is locked up in, his hysterical laughter now changed to a mad chuckle. He looks at Crouch, smirking, "Who's the fool now?"

OOC I get the computer for a little bit now.

"My worthless father!" I continue combatting the nothingness, unaware of my lack of progress on that front.

I start to laugh hysterically as he freaks out, enjoying every bit of it. "Do you want to stay in here forever and battle your illusion of a father then? Fine by me!" I start to walk out.

I stare again at him, trying desperately to quell my rage. And I do mean desperately.

This man ruined my entire life and worse yet River's. He was the reason I sought the Ministry's destruction.

But he was fake. All my senses told me that much but it was too difficult to let go.

But I had to. I had to get back to my daughter and Amy. With this, I follow Jack.

I look a bit disappointed, but still grin, "Oh, I was hoping you'd stay in there the rest of your life." I laugh.

"I can say the same for you, but I have better things to do than this."

I chuckle, trying to find my way to the exit, but this place is pretty much a giant maze.

"I don't suppose you have any objections to burning this place to the ground do you?"

Of course I don't! But there's so much metal and steel, I doubt it'll really burn.

"That's true, and fire has been a bit clique recently."

"We'll have to find another way... Maybe the patients will know something?"

"Well let's try it then." I burst open one of the doors, and step inside, "Anyone home?"

He's in a straight-jacket, staring off into space, looking ratty and old in his days without any hygiene. Some patients Heather forgets about, since there's so many.

Rotten smells were one thing, but with a werewolf nose, those are amplified tenfold.

I take a step back holding my nose, "That's horrible! I should kill him just for smelling this bad!"