Death Wish (Adam)

[Jack P. Riddle]

Blood began to drip down from the cieling puddling on the marble floor of the atrium. The ministry officials quickly gathered around it knowing that such an occurance could only mean one thing. The Blood King was still alive, and he had come to the ministry. Sure that this could only mean bad things for them they pointed their wands as the puddle of blood began to take form. The man who had once caused so much fear, and chaos appeared, but this was different. He was hunched over holding his gut as blood leaked from an open wound. He slowly withdrew his wand from his pocket holding the wrong end. In an instant he took it in both hands and snapped it in two then tossed the fragments to the ground.

He did not look intimadating or fearsom in any way like he normaly did. He looked a mess, broken. "Bring me the minister." He growled through clenched teeth. He was sure if anyone could do that which he could not that it would be the man who had been hunting him so avidly. He tried to straighten up,but instead he fell to the floor. From the many randow blood stained spots over his dirty and ragged clothes it was apparent that he had many wounds some old, and some new. A man tried to help him up, and he through his hand away.

"Why pray tell would you try to help a man that has slaughtered so many innocent people?" He spoke in a low hoarse voice so unlike that of his normal strong cold tone. He summoned the last bit of strength he had to push himself into a sitting position. He grabbed the front of his shirt and tore it. Where there had once been the large mark of the blood king accross his front was now just violent red muscel fat and tissue the flesh gone from the spot. Blood oozed from the wound as he sat looking around the atrium waiting to see the man who he had come for. With a loud grunt he managed to slide himself back so that he could lean against the wall.

[Adam Cavan]

Papers. Stress .Filling. Stress. Jack. Stress. Aramay…

Adam had so much more at the Ministry then he ever expected, not to mention his destiny was to be dead right now. He was not going to argue with whatever fate had for him. George taking him in as deputy was great, but it was so hard to take over the position so soon after joining the Ministry, but that was how things had to work, and that was how things really looked these days.

The Ministry did not wear well on Adam, he looked tired, and older then his age. That was because he worked non stop, spoke to every department and could hear so many thoughts. The days of speaking to the nymphs where so far gone, he could hardly remember.

Then the alarm. He signed taking a stand from his desk that was a mess of files and research on historical massacres that few even knew happened. He was looking at all ends trying to come up with any answer. There where different levels, and different alerts. Adam was at the Atrium moments after watching.

“Because it is with in the soul to forgive even the utmost atrocities. It is what makes us human.” Adam came from behind a few others who urged him not to show his face.

“Its okay, Stand down, I will take it from here.” Adam said to his men who did not leave, he knew that they wouldn’t. It was not his authority that pushed them, it was the man he was.

“I have heard too many stories of the past. Jack what has you here? You know the steps the Ministry has taken.” Adam said, having placed such measures that anyone of the blood line stepping foot on the Ministry grounds while Jack was still at large would not be able to leave. Adam himself was the only one with the counter. It was a binding seal that took months to perfect, but it was rock solid.

[Jack P. Riddle]

Jack sat against the wall barely with it as the minister appeared. The man spoke of the soul, and of being human. Jack chuckled, but it quickly turned into a coughing fit with blood leaking out the sides of his mouth. "It also makes you weak. Such acts of kindness are what people like myself prey on. I could have slaughtered your man had I been in any shape to do so." His voice was so low, and so hoarse it was hard to believe that this could possibly be the blood king.

He watched as Adam tried to dismiss his men and how not a single one left. A small malicous grin spread accross his face. "I see they haven't forgotten my last visit. That is very smart of them. It would be so like me to show up pretending to be injured, and then attempt to kill you. Just one flaw with the scenario." He raised a shaky hand to point to the pieces of his broken wand. He looked up at Adaam as his red eyes faded to become a piercing blue.

"I know the security measures that have been put in place. For me to have knowingly trapped myself in the ministry, and to have broken my wand it obviously means that I do not plan to make it out of here." He reached up and touched his gaping wound and he winced. He was in a great amount of pain, but it mattered not it just brought him closer to that which he so desired.

"In the time that I have been missing from the worlds eyes I have destroyed all of my horcruxes. Removed every protective spell I had over my body. I even cut my mark from my flesh to disconnect myself from my followers. Though I no longer hold any connection to the world for some reason I am still unable to kill myself." Now he looked up at Adam his blue eyes pleading.

"I have lived far longer than I should have. I was meant to die when I was seventeen. I know near a hundred years old. Unless you include my years spent in different times, and dimentions then I'm somewhere around four hundred years old. I've lived to long, and done many terrible things, and I will do more if I stay alive. Adam I want you to kill me. Rid the world of Voldemorts son once and for all."

[Adam Cavan]

“We are not as weak as you might think.” He spoke calm and collected, like Adam always did. His presence was strong and soft at the same time, and he did not play games with people. “If you were the one that was to kill me it would have happened already.” He said not going into it now or ever, but if was often that Adam spoke of his death as if it already happened, that was because for him it should have, but that was another story, for a far different time.

“And with as long as you have lived, for the time that you have known me, do you think I would just slay you right her and now?” he said, Adam had always been a pacifist, and that was not great in being a Minister of Magic, but he was also good at protecting people. “Your problem was always just that Jack, Voldemorts son or not you made your own life.” He said as he knew the countless times Jack had mentioned being the son of Voldemort, Adam did not care what or who someone’s father was.

“A final request? Why then have you come to me?” he asked already knowing that Jack’s fate was not to live in this world anymore, but he did have fears that this was an act of some sort, a way to pass into another realm to wait out another time and return again stronger. Jack had proven more then once that it was not going to be a simple task.

[Jack P. Riddle]

Jack held out his hand, and a steel rod appeared. He used the rod to push himself into a standing position. He had to hold on to it with both hands to keep himself from falling back to the floor. He looked around him at all the men with their wands pointed at him. He knew that it would be easy to get them to attack him, but he wanted his death to be at the hands of the minister, and he knew that there were ways to persuade him into doing it. "No perhaps not. I've come to realise that like my father there is much I do not understand about this world. I know that I can't kill you that is why I said attempt."

Jack used some of the little remaining strength he had to stand up straight. "I knew that you would not kill me willingly. I could threaten to have my creatures and the dementors attack innocent people, but it is for exactlyt that reason that I want to die. Now I will not leave this place as you already know and you can just take me to azkaban, but you know my nephew will not be satisfied until I am dead."

Jack looked down at the floor as he shook his head sadly. "I'm sure that you don't want him to throw away his life by killing me. He has yet to murder, and I would like it to stay that way. It was my first kill that lead me down the dark path that I have been on. I want to die in the way of my choosing, and I choose to die by your hand whether I have to fight you to get you to kill me or not I don't care, but I will die today by your hand the choice is yours. You know well enough I don't need a wand to fight."

[Adam Cavan]

“A final request? Why then have you come to me?” he asked already knowing that Jack’s fate was not to live in this world anymore, but he did have fears that this was an act of some sort, a way to pass into another realm to wait out another time and return again stronger. Jack had proven more then once that it was not going to be a simple task.

Jack was persistent if anything else. He did not answer the question as to why he wanted Adam to kill him, and Adam knew that things where not going to turn out well for either of them. However there are ways to do things right, and Jack never understood that. Adam was not thinking about how he would be perceived, presented or even spoke about in the acts that would follow, be was himself as always. Strong in hope but also very aware of his surroundings.

“I find no comfort in the ideas that you are only trying to protect your nephew. Yes, I would like him to move on, but why do you insist on me? Countless others would leap at the chance to kill you. I cannot deny that.” He said. Yes there was likely a overwhelming about that wanted a public execution, but that was never going to happen. With Adam in charge of the Ministry, it was not going to be that sort of place.

“What makes you think that you deserve that choice? Because you came here alone? You just said that you still have magic over creatures and dementors. I am aware that you do not need a wand to fight, and neither do I.” clearly Jack was not going to just let Adam talk him to death, even though some had said that Adam would be capable of it. His wounds where deep, but Adam knew that it was not enough, and would it really be the end.

How, then did he want to die? Adam knew that there where so many ways but it was unfortunate that he had to even think of ways to keep someone dead. Killing was not a grand jester, and it would be better off if like was left to its own, but no, that time was far far away if not ever possible.

Adam put his hand up to his men, as to say he had this situation under control, but they where all still very uneasy with the events, and few truly believed that Adam could kill this man. He had killed before, but it was not like this, and it was protection, defense. Not assisted suicide.

[Jack Anthony Riddle]

The blood king was suddenly lifted off the floor the air around him became solid as stone so that he could not move. His nephew then materialised out of no where. He held his hand up to let his former proffessor, and the other ministry members know that he did not intend to kill him. "A weak ago I would have loved to have this chance. It would have made my day to be able to kill you, but now I don't care to see you dead. Death would be letting you off easy. I want you to deal with your immortality forever imprisoned having to face the things that you have done."

His features remained calm as he gazed upon the man that had done so much damage to his life to his family. The reason behind the persecution and ridicule that he, and his sisters had dealt with, and now his children his wife, and his neice and nephew would have to deal with. He had tried so hard for so long to kill this man, and now he had his chance, and he had no yearning to do so. "There will be no fight. You have spilled to much blood, and will never do so again." He then turned to look at the minister.

"Adam am I right to trust that you have a cell that can and will hold him. Also that you will make sure that he is never released again. If so I will hold him, and go with you to take him to this cell so that I can see for myself." His eyes gave away how much he needed the man in front of him to say yes. This was exactly what he needed. What his family needed. If he knew that the blood king was behind bars he could finaly move on with his life without constantly looking over his shoulder.

[Adam Cavan]

Soon enough Jack’s nephew showed up. It was inevitable that he would appear, but more so Adam knew that with his element he could have done much better in life. Air is a peaceful and strong element, but Jack did not want to learn from him like the others. Adam did not push his lessons on people but he still tried to teach.

At the moment teaching was not really the goal, no here we had more than a family rivalry, and Jack’s Nephew was merely show casting that he could be just as threatening. Each generation of witches and wizards was getting stronger, and their education weaker. At least Hogwarts had returned into the hearts of many. Thanks to Karalynn.

“Jack, I’ve told you before that you don’t need to take part in this. We have what we need to hold Jack, and even though some might think I am too soft I know what needs to be done.” He said looking at the younger Jack’s uncle, and some of his men. “And there is no point in me not showing you where he would be, because you could find him if you wanted to.” Adam always pushed to learn, and understand a magic instead of use it mindless.

He signaled to one of his men, who came close, Jack whispered something and the man jetted off. They had a remarkable cell for him, yes. One that they managed to create a buffer where no magic worked. It took ten men to hold the spell in place to a month, but each month they would do so, and each day if it meant holding the utmost dangerous wizards. One that they couldn’t imagine, but immortality was part of magic…

“This way.” He said turning toward the lifts, but they where going deep underground. On the Ministry had the access key.

[Jack Anthony Riddle]

Jack looked to Adam as he spoke. "I know what you've said, and I did not come here for this. Oddly enough I had come here to tell you that I was giving up my battle against my uncle." He turned back to his uncle with a look of mild disgust. The air around his uncle began to howl as it moved around the man so fast. The air seamed to be healing his injuries. When he was put back to the ground there was not a scratch on him. "Perhaps I have been a bit to obsessed with this for much to long. I need not see it I can take you at your word. As long as I know that he will never come looking for my family again I will be happy."

Jack took a few steps back, and he lened against the wizard in the golden fountain. "After you have seen to his encarceration, could you come back and speak with me?" He gave a kind smile to the man who had tried to teach him how to use his powers. Something that Jack had since begun to grasp on his own. Sure it would have been easier to be taught, but If there was one thing he had learned in life was that the best lessons learned were learned the hard way. He didn't like to take the easy way out or to take any shortcuts.

He reached into the inner pocket of his robes, and removed from it the deed to the Old Riddle house in Little Hangleton. "I would like to talk to you about making the house in which he" he nodded to his uncle "and his father both owned and operated out of into a ministry run museum. So that people can know and appreciate how many suffered at their hands. That way in the future no desperate minister of magic will try to strike up a deal to set him free."