As always Wordy, a very nice story... 
One thing though... Did you know you used the same title as Ghost's Crimson Fox story? 
@FloatingFatMan
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I finally read it! Sooner or later, I get around to reading them all.
Somehow, this lacked something. It think it's the fact that it's basically a story detailing why Richard has been geised into not directly harming Riegan. It doesn't quite seem to have the emotional impact of some of your stuff.
However, tells the tale, well constructed.
Disclaimer: The above may be humerous, or at least may be an attempt at humour. Try reading it that way.
Posts are OOC unless noted to be IC, or in an IC thread.
No, I didn't realise, FFM. 
Now Marvel's lawyers will sue me!! 
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Somehow, this lacked something.
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That's true. It's not really my usual standard, and is intended more as an explainatory piece for anyone who's interesed who Memory might not consider, or might not get a chance to, tell in person.
The chair upon which Memory sat was small, cold, and uncomfortable. Dead grey walls stood on all sides, except for a large two-way mirror opposite him. Devoid of costume and mask, he sat there as Richard Karsten, just a man. A man who had taken another's life.
The smell of blood and the sound of steel biting into bone still filled his senses.
"Kill me, or I'll kill you" the Tsoo had said. Though in his heart, Memory knew that the man, injured as he was, was no match for him. At the time, he didn't care, it was a matter of honour, and knowledge that the Tsoo's soul would pass on and return as part of the natural cycle. Even now, with the FBSA trying to decide whether or not to charge him with murder, he found it difficult to feel guilty for what he had done.
And the feeling chilled him.
The door opened. A well-dressed man with blonde hair stepped in carrying a folder stuffed with reports and statements. He stood opposite Memory and set out the reports neatly, and a subtle grin made Memory frown. Shifting his senses slightly, low enough to remain un-noticed by MAGI's wards, Memory saw the spell in effect.
A glamour. The essence of it was familiar, unmistakable, and though the illusion was subtle enough to avoid magical detection, it was strong enough to mask the face behind it well. Still, Memory knew the magic that had created it.
"Riegan..." he rasped, as the blonde man sat down and smiled.
"No fooling you, Karsten," he said. "Don't worry, I don't work here or anything. I just visit every now and again to check up on things, like you. You're in a spot of bother aren't you?"
Riegan's English accent melted through the disguise as Memory focused his senses, and made his perception of the man fade into his true form. "What do you want?"
Riegan smiled, opening up the file, "Killing a man in cold blood? Hmm, you could be looking at a murder charge. You know," he inclined, glancing up over the file with ice-blue eyes, "I could make all of this go away..."
Shaking his head, Memory frowned, "No."
A small chuckle escaped Riegan, "And that lovely woman, Beverly. They made her tell them everything about you. My...such intimate details they required of her..." Riegan's eyes widened and his lip curled as he read over the statement given by Beverly. Memory's eyes narrowed and his hands clenched into fists.
"Oh..." Riegan continued, with a patronising show of mock-concern, "She broke up with you." His eyes rose with a leering glint, "Such a pretty lady shouldn't be alone at a time like this...maybe I'll pay her a little visit."
"You touch her, I kill you." Memory snapped, barely restraining himself from jumping across the table to clamp his hands around Riegan's throat.
"Tsk tsk, Richard," he smiled, "Don't want to get violent with all these lovely security cameras on you."
Memory seethed silently for a few moments, calming himself with deep breaths, before he spoke in a whisper, "Leave her alone, Riegan. I'm warning you."
The Englishman smiled confidently, his mind ticking behind his eyes as the pieces to a plan worked themselves into place. "No, you're threatening me, and it isn't working. Definitely not in this place, and with you being invesitaged. However," he leaned forward on the table, "I have an offer..."
Memory nodded once.
"I won't harm Beverly, and you don't take any actions whatsoever that will harm me. Do you agree? You know you can't be everywhere, and with the FBSA watching you like a hawk, you can't very well start stalking her, can you?" Riegan smiled, before the blue in his eyes turned dark, almost black, "I've remembered everything Orin did to me, Karsten..." his voice turned to broken glass, "If I did even half of that to her, it would break her...if she even survived...do you want that?"
In his chair, Memory glared back at Riegan, biting back rage like bile in the back of his throat. "You know I'd make you pay."
Riegan simply shook his head with an almost pitied sigh, "No. You see, just like I could pull a few tricks to get this whole investigation dropped, I could swing it the other way, and make sure you're kept busy in jail or court until I've had my fun with Beverly."
"What the hell do you want?" Memory snarled.
Riegan inclined his head, "Perform a geis with me."
Memory sank a little in his chair as Riegan's intent became clear. A geis, a binding oath, sealed by magic and by the eyes of the gods. He knew, however, that Riegan was fully capable of carrying out his threat on Beverly, no matter where she went. He still loved her...
"All right."
The pair stood across from one another, and spoke the ancient incatantations to summon the attention of the gods.
Riegan went first, "I swear to do no harm to Beverly Andrews, or to interfere in the investigation into Richard Karsten's activities." He then extended his hand for Memory to clasp it.
Memory took a deep breath, "I swear to take no action that will cause harm to William Riegan..." and reached out his hand, and added, a mere moment before their hands met, the word "directly."
Memory grinned as light flashed around their joined hands, tendrils of energy binding them together before swarming over both and filling them with a bright glow. When it was over, Riegan shook his head, "Always sharp, Karsten, always sharp. Very well. What the gods have witnessed, let no mortal undo, lest he suffer the consequences of divine wrath."
Memory nodded as Riegen left, and sat to wait to give his statement.