Tom Stark-Malfoy

Timeskip~ 35 minutes

I arrive at the building, panting as if I had just run a 1000m race. Well, I guess I did do that. Wiping at my sweat with my forearm, I look down at my bloodied trousers. They're dark, so the blood is bȧrėly visible, but it just goes to show my foolishness at trying out something new while someone's life depended on it.

At least I now know how to ride a skateboard. Surprisingly it was more difficult than riding a broom. The physics are the same though.

As I recall, the building will only open about 2 and a half hours from now, but I can still get inside if I can contact Jarvis. Thankfully, dad installed the new wireless charger system on the ground floor.

I take out my phone and place it by the door. The screen lit up and showed the image of a battery being charged.

Excellent!

After the bar read 5%, I switched on my phone and opened Jarvis' user interface; commanding her to open the doors for me.

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I didn't take long for me to reach the pent-house where all the secret / personal/ iron man files are. I could probably use that to find and help him!

"Jarvis, where is my dad?"

"Last traced in 5 miles outside of Rose Hills, Tennessee on December 22, 22:59."

". . ."

What.

"Search for the most recent videos and articles mentioning my father."

A blue holographic 360 degrees interface appeared around me as boxes of images and texts appeared one after the other.

The most recent ones were just news reporters arguing whether he was already dead or not. However, there was one repeated video that was posted and reposted by hundreds of people. Most were amateur phone videos, while some were actually in HD. A sense of dread filled me, but I could not stop my finger from hovering over the foreboding image.

I shudder as I recall Mr. Grimsditch's words, "I'm sorry. It is taken with great pain, the loss of a such great man brings. Especially to family."

I shake my head, forgetting all that nonsense as I calm myself down. I gather enough bravery on my finger and click on one of the video links with the repeated image. 'Iron Man Challenges Mandarin and Loses Explosively!'

It mocks me. It is definitely mocking me, and I will find and kill the person who posted this. The image expands to fill my whole screen, and immediately I could hear my dad's voice.

{{{"Here's a little Holiday greeting I've been wanting to send to the Mandarin. I just didn't know how to phrase it 'til now. My name's Tony Stark and I'm not afraid of you. I know you're a coward. So I've decided, that you just died pal. I'm gonna come get the body. There's no politic here, just good old-fashioned revenge. There's no pentagon, it's just you and me. .

On the off-chance you're a man, here's my home address. 10880 Malibu point 90265. I'll leave the door unlocked."}}}

What- what? W-why would he-?

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It was all his fault. . . He basically just invited the terrorist to kill him in his own house! Bleedin' blasted bollocks, why does that sound so familiar?

He told the terrorist to go there. When was this? I scrolled down to see that it was posted on Dec.20.

In the NAME of ALL that is BLOODY MERLIN! T-That bastard! I trusted him and he invited a serial killer to the house! That house that I ignorantly stayed in for two sodding days.

Days in which I could have easily been killed by a murderer without anyone noticing!

It doesn't matter. . . It was my foolish mistake to trust him. I can't believe that I was fooled this easily! I should have never let my guard down. He isn't the first to betray me and certainly wont be the last unless I make them loyal myself.

Besides, I don't need him. Sure he has money and power, but he is too foolish and there are thousands just like him, thousands that I could control to my will, just like what father taught me. . . All of slytherin once bowed their heads to me. Both higher and lower years knew to respect me. I did it once, and I could do it again. I will make the WORLD bow!

He must have only adopted me to look good in front of the media, but now that the incident at the orphanage has completely been forgotten, he no longer has any use of me. I could feel anger take over my body, burning a fire from within, a rage that I haven't felt in ages. I took a deep breath and exhaled, expelling the vexation that may cause me to act violently without a backup.

Letting my emotions and feelings take control of my decisions is unbeffiting for a slytherin and heir of Malfoy house. Friendship and trust? HA! They're big jokes! There is only respect and subordination available to those who are capable enough of wielding them. A

Malfoy should never let himself be placed into a situation where he would owe anyone. Whatever is given I would return ten-fold, be it amity or blood. After living with these muggles for several tears, I almost forgot who I am. I was born a Malfoy, and I will be one 'til my last breath. I know who I am, my identity is my blood.

"Sanctimonia Vincet Semper."

(He is not serious.. He is just so frustrated and angry, that he is spouting out nonsense).