Angus woke up, not knowing how long he had been out. He was still in the creepy room, and he was lying on the floor. His clothes were covered in blood and mud, and beside him on the floor was a potions cup with a part of a dose of potion still in it. He sniffed it, and it revolted him. It was such a strong rejection that it made him sick. He saw no wastebasket. There was just that sink, and he barely made it to the sink in time.
"How did he make any kind of a fighter out of you?" Jess's voice came to him again, jeering, making fun of it. He spun around and saw her sitting on what looked like a countertop across the room. "You're such a little boy. Does he put toys in your missions kit, Little Boy?" she laughed. He was instantly reminded of the bubbles that they all loved. The little bubbles that made such a big bang. They were designed like toys but used for a serious purpose. Wait. Is that what Robert thought of him? Did he see him as a little boy and not a serious fighter? Or was she just getting in his head? She laughed.
"I used her, you know," she told him. "I used her to get to you. She's just bait, and the only reason she's alive right now is that you care about her, and I can use that for my own amusement for now. But you, my little boy, you have exceeded yourself. You've come into some maturity, thanks to one of my own little potions innovations. You see I've had you under my control for some time, and we've been cleaning things up. We have more to do, but the first phase is complete. Well done, my new little boy toy." She threw a change of clothes on the gurney. "Clean yourself up. You're disgusting."
"What have you done?" Angus demanded in a low and angry voice, dreading whatever it was that she had done. He had a feeling she had used him somehow, and he wasn't going to like it.
"Why are you so despondent, my little pet? Aside from the fact that that woman you're attached to is a spoiled little brat. She's going to have a long wait. We do not have concierge service here. Of all the women in the world, why'd you pick that one? There is obviously no accounting for taste. However, as for you, though, you've done our world a great service. That old man was worse than your woman is. He was always too powerful, too ambiguous, always acting in the gray, never decisively good or bad for his own gain, and always one step ahead of just about everyone, but not me. No more, though. We're free of him once and for all--thanks to you. You will change your clothes or I'll just disapparate them. I'm already tired of his blood and guts all over you. I'd rather have you naked, I think. That might be fun. Next time, do be less messy about it, won't you, Darling?"
Angus looked wide eyed. What had she forced him to do? Had she somehow controlled him and had him do the unthinkable? Where were they? And Ruby--had she gotten out? Was she still here, wherever here was? Had she not come to her senses yet and realized that she was their only hope of both getting out? Hanging around in captivity to try to get them both out together was sheer folly. If she was hanging around waiting for Angus to rescue her, then at this rate, she might well be waiting til old age. He wanted to shake her and shout at her to wake her up that she was the only help he was going to have to survive, and it was going to take more than just his efforts and hers to get out of this. It needed the entire first string. She had to listen, damnit. She had to get out and go find the rest of the team.
If Angus could distract this nitwit and keep her focus, then Ruby could get out and bring back help. And was Robert alive at all? Was he losing this family too? Was this imposter, whoever she was, lying again? Or was she telling the truth? What was he supposed to believe about anything? How had she managed to turn the very threads of reality upside down?
"You're nothing but a coward," he hissed at her. "Hiding behind polyjuice potions and voice enchantments. Spineless, weak, hideous through and through. And probably hideous on the outside too. At least Jess isn't half bad to look at. Nobody would want to look at you. No wonder you're such a miserable excuse for a human being..." She fired round after round of magic into him but she wasn't noticing that he just kept coming closer to her, step by step.
"Oh, that's rich," she laughed, unmoved. "Why don't you just say something about my mother?"
"Your mama is so ugly," Angus began rattling quickly at her, "Just some east end bastard loser named Frankenbitch...." Angus began. "I bet that's where your mustache comes from, isn't it? You probably need to shave all over, don't you? I think I'll just call you Sasquatch...Oooh. Frankensquatch! That's it... because you don't even deserve a real name..." She subconsciously reached for her face to check if she actually did have a mustache. And in the very next fraction of an instant he attacked her with the speed and the ferocity of a cobra.
He grabbed her by the throat, and in rage, he slammed her head against the wall over and over, wanting whatever the hell this was to be over. She managed to grab something, and she slammed it down on his head. Whatever it was had been metal because he heard it ring when she hit him, but his rage kept him moving, attacking, striking. The bar brawler in him hadn't even really gotten a good start, and he was sure she was no bar room brawler, not like he was. He yanked her off her complacent arse, hurled her to the floor and then he went right after her, fully intending to brawl with her until he stopped her for good.
As Robert and the others searched the woods for any sort of clue, Kate turned and suddenly saw Caprice standing in front of her, and she was pulling a rabbit out of a hat. Kate frowned, and then Caprice suddenly appeared to Kate's left, repeating pulling the rabbit out of a hat, and then did it again to her right. It didn't make sense to Kate at first.
"Robert, I might have a little thing," Kate called. Robert hurried to her. "Can you see her?"
"Who?" Robert asked.
"Caprice. She's here."
"No. She's apparently just here for you, but if she's here, your 'thing' is likely not so little. What do you see?"
"She's pulling a rabbit out of a hat," Kate frowned.
"Muggles' version of magic. Just illusion, really. Smoke and mirrors--No magic at all," Robert said.
"Well, yes, but she's disappearing and reappearing in different places and each time she does, she pulls a rabbit out of a hat," Kate said.
"Illusion," Robert frowned. "And in every direction?" In front of Kate, Caprice nodded vigorously.
"That's it," Kate said. "She says you've got it."
"I see," Robert said. "Then perhaps one of them, either Ruby or Angus, or both of them are being screwed with, where absolutely nothing is at it seems." Kate saw Caprice nod.
"Caprice says that's exactly it. But why?" Kate frowned. "That makes no sense."
"Kate, that sort of mind-bending can sometimes be used as a horrendous form of torture, to try to drive someone out of their minds or to make them feel like they can't trust their own judgment of even the most basic things. It can take a long, long time to undo that sort of damage if it goes on long enough," Robert told her. "I forbade its use by our espionage teams in the ministry a long, long time ago. Some things are too evil and dark and should never be used at all."
"Torture? That sounds like Suzanne's speed. Why is she perhaps using it on Ruby or Angus? And if it's being used against Ruby, she'll never stand up to it. It will completely crush her. She's just not strong enough for that."
"Yes, I know. And if Angus is with her, he knows it too. He'll stand up to just about anything thrown at him, but she's a different story. All the more reason to find Ruby quickly. Preferably both of them, though."
She looked at Caprice, who had an image of a wooden chest in her hands. She opened the chest and dumped a whole shower of gold that was dripping blood out of it. "Money," Kate said. "And blood. I'm seeing money that is dripping blood."
"Blood money," Robert suggested, and Caprice nodded. "It has to be someone either working for Suzanne or wanting to work for Suzanne. One or the other."
"I'll go see what Irene's team knows," Michael said, apparating back to the main house.
"Caprice, is it Suzanne?" Robert asked. Kate looked at Caprice, and she shook her head no.
"No?" Kate frowned. "Are you certain, Caprice?" Caprice rolled her eyes at Kate in irritation. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Of course you're certain."
"Not Suzanne, then?" Robert asked.
"She says no," Kate said.