Why did you all rob me of my revenge against Alec?
I throw DC off the hill, and drag Alec back up onto it.
I screw Alec's hands to the roof of a dungeon, then get a cheese grater and start grating away on Alec's bare skin. When finished, I cover his body in freshly squeezed lemon juice, and then hot candle wax. To finsih him off, I then tie him to a table so that he is lying down with his bare chest exposed. I fasten a metal cage (shaped like a half-dome, except for at the top, which has a flat surface) to his chest, containing a giant sewer rat. I then place fire-starting beads on top of the cage (you know, the ones you use to start BBQs sometimes) and set them alight. The rat gets afraid, because the heat from the top of the cage is becoming unbareable. It must escape, and has only one direction to go: down. As the rat begins to tear its way through Alec's chest in a frantic attempt to get away from the heat, I reclaim the hill.
When I set out from the boy's attic window, my head was so full of competing plans and complex strategems that I didn't look where I was going and flew straight into a chimney.
Something symbolic in that. It's what fake freedom does for you.