Poison Ivy | T. Riddle ✔

[15] Star Crossed

The woods were deadly silent, not a sound could be heard among the dense trees and thick undergrowth. It was as if even the forestry had sensed an unmistakable feeling of dread that a murderous creature had prowled through the woods that night.

The dainty little cottage stood in the clearing just as before, but the calm from its atmosphere seemed to have evaporated and had been replaced by a horrifying silence. Silence that was loud enough to drive one mad.

A dark silhouette of a tall man was visible who seemed to be dragging something behind him, something quite identical to a lifeless corpse. He unlocked the door of the cottage effortlessly and stepped inside, dragging the lifeless figure until he reached a room then he threw it in and locked the door.

He wiped the blood from his hands and though it may seem as if his victim would have put up much of a fight, he knew that wasn't the case. No soul was born yet that could be declared as a match for Tom Riddle.

Making sure that the hostage wouldn't get out, he made his way to the far end of the cottage, where another man was tied to the chair, his head dropping to the side and his eyes shut.

"It's time for you to wake up, Perseus. Aguamenti," he conjured a jet of cold water and threw it at him.

His eyes fluttered open as the icy water dripped down his face. He had no idea where he was and the rough awakening had shaken him badly. Tom lit up a lantern placed on the torch bracket near them and sat down on a chair facing Perseus, his face set into a malicious smirk.

"Where the hell am I?" His voice was shaking with rage and his blue eyes were boring right through him as if intent on tearing him up to pieces.

Tom only laughed in response to his anger, "easy there, or else too much anger could be fatal to your precarious mind. Look around you, take a good look and you'll know exactly where you are."

Perseus took in his surroundings and recognized the interior of his cottage immediately. The same pale pink walls, the flower vases and the scarce rustic furniture.

"My cottage..."

"Yes, your cottage," he waved the silver key before him then quickly pocketed it, "found it in your closet and was a little too tempted to keep it. However, I must say it's a pretty little place you've got here. Quite different from my dingy old apartment."

"You have no permission to mess around with my belongings," he spoke, "you have no permission to be here."

Tom nodded, "I can very well understand that. But who bothers with permission anyways? At least, I don't."

He tried to get up but found that he was chained to the chair so tight that he couldn't even move. The recent discovery worked as fuel to the fire and his voice was threatening as he asked, "why have you kept me here?"

"It's really simple actually," Riddle replied, rather unfazed by the waves of fury Perseus was going through, "you tell me everything you know and I'll let you go free and never bother you again."

His reply however was firm, "I won't say a word, you know that."

Riddle leaned a bit forward in his chair, dropping his eyes to his level looking straight into the blue irises, "well then, how about I tell you what had happened in the whole entirety that you spent in unconsciousness. First, your family found out a letter written by me but they of course thought it was you, which told them that you had deliberately left them because you couldn't bear with the stress and pressure of fulfilling their expectations. Then your dear father, quite heartbroken, went off and disowned you in front of everyone, burning your name off the family tree."