Felix looked around the cell room, glaring at everything in it, she was gone.. Cecilia was F*** GONE. Her cell was empty, there was no sign of a struggle of her leaving.. nothing, she was just.. gone. His panic was rising.. he could feel it in his throat, growing into a bigger lump as he stood there, looking around the room. She hadn't fully been taken over yet.. she still hated him. She was near dead last he knew.. and now she was gone. This. Was. Bad.
Felix looked around the room, his eyes scanning over everything he owned. He'd take the important things, he couldn't risk being here anymore. It didn't matter if she didn't say a word, it didn't matter if no one ever found out, or she had gotten out somehow and died somewhere, he couldn't risk it. Felix dropped what he was holding, a plate of food for the prisoner, and turned around his eyes scanning the room.
He grabbed his cloak, glanced around the room and grabbed his favorite knife off the table in there before leaving the room and going into the next one. He grabbed a few things from there as well, and conjured a dufflebag to stuff it in. He threw the weapons in, and then glanced once more around the room, before leaving it and rushing up the stairs.
He flew out of his shed, and into his house, grabbing his ready-to-go bag, and shoved a few more necessities in it. Money, a little bit of food, and some cleaner clothes. He was ready.. in about five minutes after discovering she was gone. He took one more look around the room, and apparated away, sad, but relieved. He would never go back there, never could. He disappeared and reappeared somewhere in London, a small shop in a back alley, without even thinking about it, he grabbed two potions from the shelves and left, glancing around the street, before heading to the River, walking down it with his head bowed, his cloak over his head.
by Felix Barker Thu Aug 02, 2012 2:38 am
