Heather's Asylum

Too brash. Need to escape.


He pulled out his wand and started to conjured smoke to cloud the room so he could escape without being seen.

All the men cough as the smoke clouds the room, losing sight temporarily.

Crest quickly made his way out. If nothing else he had a lead...

Crouch knew that Heather would more likely than not know information on the Crest's methods, he was one of her favorite lab rats after all.

He further knew that this was as safe a move as he could risk. He knew Heather didn't have lines to anyone Crouch didn't want attention from. In fact attention was one of the last things she wanted too. 

He walked up to her office, knocking on the door with a sadistic smile on his face.

Heather opens the door to her office without even standing up.  "I see Crest didn't catch you as he planned..."

"Oh Heather old girl..." His tone was mockingly polite as he sat down, "you knew he was going to commit such treachery and didn't tell me? I consider that heart breaking. Remember back when you used to clean my socks?"

Heather's eye twitches a little, deciding to ignore that last statement.  "He was going to use you to get Raven, but it would seem that he got her without you..."

"Funny you ought to mention that," He rocked his chair up and down in casual pace even though his rage was almost murderous now.

"You see, you've wronged me a couple times. But you can make amends for your mistakes by any information that leads to her release..."

"Why would I give you any such information?"

"I should think the continued ability to breathe would be sufficient incentive..." He shows her the tip of his wand which started to glow a dark dark color. His smile grew as though he were about to relish a kill...

But all that happened was a loud banging noise came out of the front of the wand followed by a flash of light and Crouch's ruckus laughter as though he performed a harmless prank...

Heather's facial expression never changed.  "Making threats on my life won't help you find, let alone save, Raven...  With me gone you have no chance of knowing where she even is."

"I wouldn't say none. Also unlike death, there are varying degrees of alive wouldn't you agree?"

"You do realize that you are in my domain... There's little chance of you even torturing me."

"Yes, I seem to remember the last time you trapped me in your dominion..." He gave a derisive thoughtful look, "How did that end? Oh yes, ashes and soot!"

"besides, you may believe this place is yours, but it became mine as I entered. It's survival now depends on my patience. Please try to not wear it thin..."

"How is it in any way yours?"

He looked around, "metal walls..."

He points to his wand as though explaining something basic to a toddler, "destruction in stick form." 

"Need I go on?"

Heather presses a button on her desk then puts on her normal-person act.  "This patient is going violent!" Men in white coats walk in, injecting a sedative into his arm.

Crouch turns his wand on the men in white coats, "AVADA KEDAVRA!! AVADA KEDAVRA!!!"

Heather watches as they drop to the floor, not looking remorseful at all.  She has more of them.

"Oh Heather..." He sounded truly disturbed and saddened by what happened. "I'm afraid you've made me very unhappy..." 

He starts advancing on her with a dark devious smile on his face, "CRUCIO!!!"

Heather dodges, getting out a dart gun and shooting the same sedative into him.  "You want my information, it comes with a price..."

He waved his wand and caused the darts to become putty on the floor, looks like his newfound precision was of use after all...

"Your actions are writing checks your throat is going to cash if you don't tell me what I want..."

"I'm not going to tell you if you don't pay my price... And money is not my price for you."

"Money? What would I have to do with that rubbish?"

"I'll humor you and ask your price..."

"If you want the information you seek, you have to bring me one person that I want..."